No matter how many steps he took, each one felt like he was walking the wrong way. He wasn’t though, well, he didn’t actually know. Back behind him, was the bedroom but, it was also another hallway that Jasper could have gone down to. Nothing was that way besides more rooms so, the kitchen was his next best guess. The kitchen, then the library and if not there the garden. Where…where was he?
Where was Jasper?
He shouldn’t be panicking like this. Not because it was too soon to throw the cards in and expect the worst, it was late at night and the man couldn’t have gone too far. It’s because he just shouldn’t. Explaining would do him no good, he couldn’t even fully understand the feeling himself. Right now, he needs to focus on hide and seek.
Screaming. Loud in his head.
Noises, that didn’t belong there.
A second went by
silence.
Not enough time to know what hit him, what left. Like their link had gone from a continues tone then flared up before dropping into a comfortable hum. One that had him closing his blue eyes, listening to the comfort. A feeling of home.
This was his reality. Scott picking himself back up onto his feet, palm pressed against his forehead. You don’t dream when you’re awake. He opened his eyes, heart swelling when he found him. Safe, a little shaken but safe. Every feeling was real. Not another second passed before he was marching up to the man who stole his heart, concern laced in his features. Poking, searching, for that link only they share.
Like nothing had ever taken place. No Death.
No pain, betrayal and no heart break. Nothing.
Just Scott, concerned, healthy and alive. Never
once remembering that just days before Jasper
died at the hands of Wolverine, his team member.
Because it never happened.
“Baby, what are you doing..?”
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