Aegis (joining closed!)

[Scripted Away]

Mac laughed out loud, leaning against the wall.
"hell why is everybidy making such a ig deal out of it. it was a fallback. i had it three or so years ago, and the chemo helped, but it came back during the last five months. so the doctors decided to end it once and forever."
he held up his half arm and smirked awkwardly.
"looks worse than it is, really. i'm cancer-free...well and hand-free, but that's no big deal."
he grabbed jim's shoulder and took him with jim into his room. sitting down on the bed, he sighed tiredly. "you can all calm down again, i'm perfectly fine. those poors doctors, really jim!" he chuckled silently and unpacked a chocolate bar. "here, eat. your nerves are worse than mine and i am the left-handed guy eithout a left hand here, haha."

Rachel softly knocked ahainst the restroom door and then just broke it down. "hunter...", she mumbled, softly hugging her sister. "Macon is perfectly fine. the cancer is gone. he won't die."

Athena grinned like crazy and hugged steve as tight as she could. "no matter if they appear tonight or not, i'm the happiest woman on earth! it's so perfect here! it's not as if i moved to an amazing new place...it's as if i had come home. you know what i mean?"

[I quit:)]

Jim sighed and took the chocolate bar out of Macon's hand. "Thanks.", he said, taking a bite. "What did I do to those doctors? I didn't punch them, right?", he asked, feeling kind of alward about that.
>>I was about to turn into the demon...went quicker than before. Because I lost one of my shifts and its abilities?<<

Hunter looked up at Rachel, sobbing. "No no no that's what they all say! But in the end, they all die!", she dug her face into Rachel's chest, shaking slightly. "I bet it's because Grappa died...if Jim hadn't run off, he would be still alive and Macon would be still fine!"

"You're squeezing me!", Steve mumbled, chuckling. He wrapped his arms around Athena as well, smirking. "I know what you mean.", he said, softly kissing her forehead. "Oh and I'll have to teach you what to do when you encounter wildlife!"

[Scripted Away]

"wait a second, i gotta..."
Mac concentrated on the water in the restroom and made the puddle write letters.
"come into my room, wanna clear things up."

rachel noticed macon's message and smirked. she softly draged hunter with her. "c'mon, you'll see, everything's fine.'

as Jim, Rachel and Hunter were all there, Macon leaned against the back of his his bed, seeming surprisingly fit already.
"okay, since everything is turning all messy, let me clear this whole thing up, guys.
Jim: tje doctors healed me, so please- don't give them a heartattack again. You can calm down, okay? and stop feeling awkward. everything's just fine.
Rachel: okay you actually seem totally calm. good."
his voice furned softer and he stroked hunter's hunter's cheek.
"hunter, darling: It's nobody's fault. things like that happen, and in my family it actually happened pretty often, so i already guessed to end up witj cancer one day. but it only was in the bone of my arm. it's gone now, and it won't come back. i'm perfectly healthy and fine."
he rummaged around in his pocket and took out two vials like the ones rachel had given to jim. "cheers."
the surgery wound immediately healed, as if his arm had been taken off years ago. he removed the needles of the injections and smirked, looking at a bottle of water on the table. it floated out of it and onto macon's half arm, creating an actifical arm made of water. he stretched the fingers and moved them carefully. "works perfect. so, i'm hungry. eho comes with me to the cafeteria?"

Athena laughed, softly hitting steve's shoulder.
"i am wildlife, baby. i grew up as a wolf, don't forget that. i'm more wild than tame."

[I quit:)]

Jim shook his head. "I can't. Still got something else to do.", he said, and looked at Rachel. "On my own. Don't worry."
He put his hand on Macon's shoulder and sighed. "Don't ever hide something from me again, got that, bro?" He smirked slightly, put his hands in the pockets of his jacket and already walked to the door. "Oh and, if you see those doctors again...tell 'em I'm sorry."

Hunter wrapped her arms around Macon as Jim finally had stopped talking. "I'm sorry, I just...I was afraid you'd die and I am...so sorry." She pushed her face into his chest, still sobbing. "But why didn't you tell me? Did you think I couldn't handle it?" >>Which actually is true but STILL!<<

Steve laughed. "I know, hun. But even a wolf can't compete against a bear! And in your human form, encountering a moose is very dangerous."

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Rachel looked after jim. "don't worry, good joke." she turned to ashes and floated after him.
>>no secrets you said. and now you're giding something again!<<
what was he planning to do?

Mac smiled oftly and took her hands, his water-hand not even leaving a single drop on her hand. >>actually works better than expected.<<
"don't be sorry, hun. there is nothing you have to be sorry for. and yes, i didn't tell you because i knew how that would end up. i think it was much healthier for you this way, darling. and now, what do you hink of a nice burger or do? i'm starving." he winked, gently kissing her.

"dude i already killed a grizzly", Athena said, crossing her arms. "without weapons. only my teeth. Actually i lost my right eye that day, but as you see- i'm capable of more than you crazy robot think."

[I quit:)]

Jim used his lightnings again to travel.
He appeared again on a cemetery. There was a huge wooden board, on it stood 'Cemetery of the village of Round Top'. Jim sighed and walked through some graves, until he arrived in front of a tree. In front of the tree, three stone graves. On the one in the middle stood 'Jennifer Davis', on the smaller one right next to it 'Jack Davis' and on the bigger one, left next to it, 'James Davis'.
Jim sat down on the muddy ground, probably ruining those black jeans, and just stared at the graves for a moment.
After a while, he sighed again. "It's been years since I last was here.", he mumbled, slightly frowning. "So...mom, everything's still alright up there? Those strings you gave me for the guitar - they're really beautiful. Have a heavenly sound." He smiled softly and turned to the smallest grave. "Jackie, you know what? I got a pet dog now. His name is Ash. Oh no, Amazing Ash!", chuckling silently, he continued, "You'd love him. He's just as you. Excited...and he also believes I'm a hero, even if I'm not." Jim sighed, and a small smirk appeared on his face. "Rachel is pregnant again. You have no idea how happy I am! You would've been an amazing uncle. Now I'm wondering, if you would still be alive, what would Jack's name be then now? Mhm...oh well." He clenched his fists, turning to the biggest grave. The one with a name on it that he still was afraid to pronounce.
"So...James. We need to talk. Like a real father-son-talk now. I've had enough of you haunting me with everything...making me doubt everything, not believing, having made me almost incapable of loving somebody. You almost turned me into a killer-machine. Well, you kinda did. A killer - yes, but not a machine. Not anymore!", he sighed. "But I've come to realize that it wasn't you who made me like this. It wasn't you who I feared, still do. It wasn't you who used me as a punchbag, scolding me for every single thing I did - right or wrong... it has never been you. It's been the demon all along. You weren't able to fight him. I am starting to think that you just let him take over. But I won't. I won't be as weak as you. I won't put the lives of my wife, my son and future...hehe...daughters...in danger. I will fight and I will not bow. Yeah, that demon might live inside of me and might be strong and he might have taken control over me a couple of times. First disguising himself as you, very clever actually. But I'm smarter. I'm stronger. And I shall win this fight." Jim stood up, and put his hand on his father's grave. "So...I forgive you for everything you have done. I forgive you for not fighting, for being weak. I forgive you for making me feel like a worthless piece of sh**. I forgive you, dad.", and he turned around, walking off.

Hunter nodded, wiping some tears away with her sleeve. "Yes...I'm hungry as well.", she mumbled and kissed him. "So you will build a new arm? How do you want to do that?"

Steve laughed. "Yeah, but we aren't allowed to kill bears - except for self-defense and, you may call me weak, but I prefer not to kill them.", he winked, and kissed her cheek. "And it would be very suspicious finding out ONE single wolf has killed a 600 pounds bear, don't you think?"

[Scripted Away]

Rachel teared up. that was so freakin touching. she waited until jim was out of sight and turned human again. she looked at the graves. they weren't only part of his family- but of hers, too.
softly smiling, she ran her fimgers over jack's tombstone.
"Hey little one...did you just hear the same i did? two daughters? Raven and Angel...oh wow. i bet they all would have loved you. hey, maybe you can help me, since you are a brother, too...i don't know, this actually makes no sense. but whatever, err...so i bet you have seen that with jamie? he's lied to me all my life. i don't even know who he is....abd now what am i supposed to do? oh, maybe i should ask that jennifer instead...Jen, i really need some advice. i never told jim but me and my parents never really were close, i mean we barely saw eachother and so on. you are more of a mother for me than my actual mother ever was...hm.
so what do i do? how can i make up with my brother? have i been a good sister? a good mother? a good wife? or am i doing it all wrong? is there even a right way? " she sighed deeply. "you know, i would have really loved to meet you. jim thinks he's weak...but he has your strength and your heart. well and your eyes. i have never seen so shining blue eyes. he made some mistakes in the past, did some bad things...but he's a wonderful man. you have an amazing son, jen. i still can't believe it sometimes. i love him so much, Jennifer. he's what i've been missing all my life. it's unbelievable how safe i feel in his arms. as if nothing could ever harm me when he's just there. i hope he will know that one day. and i hope i'm proving myself worthy of him. he's something special."
she looked at the tomstone, just thinking about everything. how she would have loved to meet jennifer alive abd in person.
looking at James tombstone after a while, she smiled softly and created a guitar of cinder and fire, playing a soft melody.
[i]"two packs of cigarettes a day, the strongest whiskey kentucky can make
that's a receipe to put a vagabond on his hands and knees
i saw it all from close, i knew him more than most,
saw a side of him he never shows
full of symaphty, fir a world that wouldn't let him be
that's the man he was
have you heared enough?

what a shame, what a shame
to judge a life that you can't change
the choir sings, the churchbells ring
so eon't you give this man his wings?
what a shame to have to beg you to see
we're not all the same, what a shame

there's a hard life for every silver spoon
there's a touch of grey for every shade of blue
that's the way that i see life,
if there was nothing wrong then there'd be nothing right
and for this working man they say can barely stand
there's gotta be a better place to land
some kind of remedy for a world that wouldn't let him be
that's the man he was
have xou heared enough?

what a shame, what a shame
to judge a life that you can't change
the choire sings, the churchbells ring
so won't you give this man his wings
what a shame to have to beg you to see
we're nit all the same, ehat a shame

god forgive the hands that layed you down
he never knew how much a broken heart can break the sound
and change the seasons
now tje leaves are falling faster, happily everafter
you ave me hope through your endevour
now you will live forever

what a shame, what a shame
to judge a life that you can't change
the choir sings, the churchbells ring
so won't xou give this man his wings
what a shame to have to beg you to see
we're not all the same."[/i]
softly running her fingers over the tombstone, she looked up at the sky.
"give this man his wings. he has done nothing wrong."

"I don't know yet. i will either make it kinda hydraulic, so i can control it with my thoughts easily or i will try to conbect it to the nerves in that arm...which will be rather painful..." mac frowned, thinking hard. "i of course could...hmmm..."

Athena chuckled silently and kissed his cheek.
"you're cute. what was it around bears? be loud and in the worst case get up a tree or play dead?"

[I quit:)]

Jim walked over to a small house, looking rather abandoned. Standing in front of the door, he waited a few moments, before breaking it open. Dust flew around his ears. It looked as if nobody had been here for ages.
He walked to a large room, the furniture covered in dust sheets, and stopped in front of a glass vitrine with pictures in there.
Usually someone would expect pictures of a happy family on vacation or something like that. Instead, there were only photos of a young man in an uniform, receiving medals. Jim sighed. His father had only smiled slightly when Jim had received a medal - so he could show off to his former officer-friends.
Leaving the living room, Jim walked up some stairs until he had reached the second floor, walked through a narrow corridor and stopped in front of a door which lead to probably the smallest room in the house - his old room.
>>Nobody said that making peace with the past would be easy<<, he thought, and opened the door.

Hunter raised an eyebrow. "I hardly understood anything of that.", she said, giggling, and cuddled against his chest. "Oh...I might have an idea?"

Steve shook his head. "Oh no! On the contrary: you have to stay calm, raise your arms in the air to look big and threatening, and talk to the bear in a calm voice. It will be frightened because you can talk, and they aren't used to that, so they will run."

[Scripted Away]

Rachel had turned to ashes again and followed jim around the house. she looked at thosr pictures for a while. a medal.
what was that expression? pride? not really. happiness? nah. disinterest? nope. a perfect pokerface.
tilting her head, she thought for a second. there was an empty frame in there. she took it and put a picture of jim's and her wedding in.
there he was smiling. he looked so different on that photo. >>did i do that?<< she silently closed the vitrine again abd followed him further.

"What idea?", Mac asked curiously and kissed her cheek. "tell me, i bet it's a good one!"

Athena raised one eyebrow. "are you trying to fool me right now? talk to the bear? that sounds ridiculous..." she frowned slightly, leaning agaibst the wall with her hands in the pockets of her jeans, and tried to find out if he was kidding her.

[I quit:)]

Jim smirked slightly. The room looked exactly the same as it had when he had left the house: lonely.
On the white walls were some light grey symbols, not one single photo or poster on there. No clothes or anything else was laying on the floor - there was perfect organisation. No chaos at all.
"I cannot believe I actually lived here.", he mumbled, frowning slightly and walked over to the old, wooden closet. He opened it and his frown faded. "My old guitar?" He took out a brown, acoustic guitar, the strings broken, the neck - broken as well. >>I remember how that happened...<< Throwing it on his old bed, he opened a drawer and rummaged around in it. After a while, he had taken out an old photo of a young woman with black hair and blue eyes - clearly his mother. "Mom, you would've loved meeting Rachel. She's amazing.", he said, smiling and started rummaging around in it again.

Hunter bit her lip. "I don't know. I think it's stupid."

Steve shook his head. "Nope, I'm not kidding. It's the truth."