I Will Remember You

Memory, Betrayal, Flaw, Remember

Author: perch and creep or flame tongue (or the great flamebini J)

Rating: PG (angst)

Pairing: Scott/Warren

Disclaimers: I don’t own them.

Notes: one of several renditions inspired by Sarah mclachlan’s powerful work. Yes there will be more poems inspired by her work with other pairings. Heck there might be another series using this song as an inspiration, it all depends on what my muses do to me. This is Alternate Universe set around the beginning of the x-men.

Dedicated: nadja and j.marie for being good people.

Archives: anyone who wants it ask unless you are said above persons which this is dedicated to, you can just take.

(1/4) Memory

He needed this man like he needed breath.

From the moment he saw him, so shy in

The doorway, he needed. But those thoughts

Sat hiding in his heart, his mouth offering

Pleasantries, companionship, an image. The

Playboy lusting after an orphan boy, all beat

Up with needs of his own. How could he

Take advantage of his own selfish wants when

He could see behind the crumbling façade

To the loneliness struggling for love? He hid

His soul behind the smiles and let that boy

Leave him behind, let him build a wall to keep

Love away. High flying angel the clouds heard

His mourning and covered his tears from prying

Eyes. His wings could take him to heaven but

He couldn’t fly from the hell he wanted. He

Tortured himself night after night, following

Along with his love’s need to be leader, with

His love’s need to be important. He would

Have given him anything, his money, his

Heart lying on a platter for his consumption,

Even the space Scott needed to grow into.

That hurt the most letting Scott become the

Leader, forgetting warren in his desire’s.

(2/4) Betrayal

Memory dances elusive to what you want to forget.

When warren left, when he walked out of the mansion

After catching Scott kissing his date goodnight, Scott

Opened his eyes for the first time. He remembered,

Memories dancing along the edges, the night

On the bridge waiting for hank to come with the jump

Pack, being covered in warren’s wings, the first time

He was flown through a cloud, his greedy hands trying

To catch heaven for his pockets. The looks, the stares,

A still wet warren coming from the showers, a hunger

In his belly that he denied, no warren would not want

Him back. This thought played its mischief inside him,

Holding his tongue in its fingers, not letting the words

Spill. Now he was gone and the kisses Scott was sharing

Felt like ashes on his tongue, her lips lit matches

Burning him. Only politeness held him back with his

Goodnights from rushing after the elusive angel leaving.

(3/4) Flaw

The table has toppled, its turning days gone with the angel,

the loner hungry For what he chose to ignore, the loner a

hunter wanting To devour his prey. Warren is so standoffish,

so arrogant, so unwilling to cooperate, that Scott wonders

if his fantasies have seeded into reality and he dreamed the

pain on warren’s face. remember he wills with silence, his

face masked, please remember me. One night Jean leaves

McLachlan on the stereo, Scott sits brooding in a chair, the

songs echoes of his needs. He looks in the doorway to see

Warren looking at him, looking inside him, looking through

Him, his face haunted, his face tragic, his face gone with a

Whirl of wings and lost steps, and Scott can only bury his own

Seeing eyes in his hands. he can feel the beat of wings taking

Warren away from him. he knows he won’t be back tonight.

(4/4) Remember

Warren couldn’t find comfort in his clouds, in his heaven,

In the sunrise. He couldn’t go back to that house and see

Scott’s face. couldn’t face his own pain, knowing Scott

Didn’t want him. He berated himself with each beat of

Wings on air, for his foolishness, his belief that if he was

Just there Scott would wake up and notice him. Want him.

Love him. Need him. That if he became an indispensable

Soldier in Scott’s private war he would be able to comfort

Him in the dark. That he could be loved for being himself

And not being money. Scott never cared about what

Pedigree warren owned, Scott never cared about warren’s

Expensive toys, Scott never cared about warren’s heart.

Finally well into the morning warren had to get rest, he

Heard the strains playing from the library. Scott was

There, still in the same chair, still in the same songs,

Still listening. Warren could stand there, Letting the

words promise impossible hopes, watching That pain

play over Scott’s face, even glasses couldn’t hide The grief

laid bare. The same suffering that Scott walked in

with that day in the doorway, when warren lost his heart.

And the playboy could love an orphan, in the early morning,

He could remember the need that first drove him to seek

Out this boy that he needed. And the orphan could Believe

in the dreams he had hidden, in the angel he desired.