I don't own these people, Marvel does, so please don't sue me. Spoiler for X-Men #21 here, also speculation on how all this might play out.
They've lead us to a room for the night, single room, single bed. I sigh as he mentions food, I'm not really hungry and let him know. He then mentions sleep, he's confused and tired. I've pulled off my clothes and am staring at them, wondering. The dream, everything that happened, it wasn't his fault, why am I punishing him for it?
I come to a decision, leaving the dressing gown they gave me with the rest of my clothes and pulling aside the gauzy curtain. He stops, stares, "Now I am more confused, but somehow not as tired." He crosses the distance and pulls me into his arms, kissing me. I don't stop him, it just isn't worth it, it would mean that they won, the Hellfire Club. After everything that happened, I just couldn't let them win. Maybe I shouldn't have let him put on that shirt...
I dream, his strong arms around me once more make me feel safe and secure. Emma stands before me, floating. I look around me, "Hello Emma."
"Katherine," she replies. "I'm going to make this quick, I don't have much time. I spent a lot of time chasing you, you know this, since you were almost fourteen years old. The reason is simple, your line is destined for greatness. We've (the Hellfire Club) know this and have tried to make sure your breeding was carefully controlled. We actually thought that this might happen, after Peter died, but he couldn't stay dead," she replied bitterly.
I watch her and suddenly realize that she's dead, "Emma..." I start, only to be interrupted. Sadness emanated from her torn spirit.
"The only way to stop this fight is for you to become the White Queen," I step back in horror. "Yes, Kitty, become one of them. Jean never could, she wouldn't submit, but I think you've enought chutzpah to do it." She seemed to smile at the Jewish turn of phrase.
She stopped and stared into the distance, "Scott needs help," she whispers. "He's badly hurt. I'm beyond help, Kitty, he told me he loved me..." her dream form disappeared into the mist and I sat up in bed.
I start pulling on my clothes quietly, if Scott really needed help, we needed to move quickly
Several hours later Scott lies feverishly in the Breakworld hospital, the only one of its kind, I wish fervently that Hank was here, he'd know what to do. I'm just a counselor. A sheet covers the still body of Emma Frost, the biggest irony had been that she was pregnant. Arghanne looks at me, "She died quickly, if that helps."
I sigh, "Let me know if you find Dr McCoy, or Scott wakes up, or something..." he nods as I head back to my room. I'm so very tired again, I hope Peter's been getting enough sleep for the both of us.
Peter is still asleep, his face peaceful at long last. I pull off my boots and lie down next to him, hoping he'll wake up and help relieve me of this garment, of this nagging feeling that nothing would ever be finished...
Okay, this isn't finished, I know. I also feel first person isn't done nearly enough, but let me know what you think!