Nama's Writing

[Namacub95]

50 Sentences Challenge
Part 1 - Jamily

1. Walking

Emily loved the Institute in Autumn, it always reminded her of her childhood and when she walked with James under the trees whrn they were awash with reds, oranges and browns...she felt content that she had someone to share those memories with.

2. Waltz

James couldn't dance to save his life and yet he felt compelled to try when he saw Emily was standing alone at her birthday party.

3. Wishes

All Emily ever wished for was a friend but she was convinced she'd never have one until she met James.

4. Wonder

"You're telling me that they think Spock and Kirk are gay for each other in the future!?"

5. Worry

She always worried that she'd never age again because she couldn't stand to watch James grow old and eventually die...and it meant she and him could never move from friendship to something more.

6. Birthday

It was a couple of months after James's seventeenth birthday that Emily noticed her hair had grown...her hair had stopped growing when she had stopped aging...which meant that she finally turned seventeen on December 21st that year.

7. Wasteland

Xavier Institute was never the same after Emily left, it was barren and cold...an empty shell of what it used to be.

8. Whiskey and Rum

Having that extra bottle was definately worth it, thought James as he kissed and equally drunk Emily...that was until the outrageous hangover he had the next morning and then having to explain to his mother just how the loveseats ended up on the roof.

9. Hot and Cold

James hated it being too cold and Emily hated it being too warm so it was endlessly amusing, for the other residents of Xavier Institute, to watch them bicker about whether the heating needed to be turned up or down.

10. Ghost

Emily had seen ghosts with her very eyes...they always had a sense of sadness about them but she still wished that if she where to die the next day, she would come
Back as a ghost so she could stay with James.

11. Fortune

"Smile and the world smiles with you...fart and you stand alone...what kind of fortune is that?" James only had to bite his lip to stop himself laughing at the face Emily pulled after reading that one.

12. Goodbye

It was the hardest word they ever had to say but they knew they would have to say it sooner or later.

13. Solitude

Neither of them coped very well when they were alone which meant it was a good thing that they stuck together.

14. Chocolate

"What do you mean you don't like chocolate?"

15. Back to Back

They had each others backs when the going got tough, they made sure of that.

[Kitexa]

<3

I LOVE these Yay for Jamily!

[Namacub95]

Thanks Kitexa! I'll be doing other pairing for another couple of prompts.

[Namacub95]

{Some original fiction with a guest from fandom who's complete backstory I've yet to flesh out completely}

The Beginning and the End

The night was still and quiet, the full moon shone brightly in the sky and bathed the whole empty street in silver moonlight. Everything was at peace.

Then the silence was shattered by the sound of a car.

A single car slit to a hault outside the very last house on the corner of the street. The driver a young woman. Her dark brown curls were forced into a ponytail although strands had escaped from several places. Her aquamarine eyes were red-rimmed and puffy from crying and her cheeks was smudged with dried tear tracks.

This can't be happening. This can't be happening. That thought had been playing on permanant loop in Cassidy's mind for the past few days. This couldn't be happening. It just couldn't.

She sat for several moments in the car, trying to compose herself and make herself slightly more presentable. After a minute she got out of the car and went to the backseat. She breathed a small sigh of relief when she saw that her daughter, her little Emily, was still soundly asleep in her car seat.

One less thing to worry about.

Soon the child was out of the seat and being carried into the house. A look somewhere between determined and scared shitless was on Cassidy's face. She had to be brave. Her daughter was depending on her.

The door opened to admit her and Cassidy squinted against the sudden light. Standing in the doorway was the very person she'd come to see. Aaron. She must have looked much worse than she had imagined because as soon as she was over the threshold and the door was closed she was wrapped in a tight hug, at least until Emily began to wake and fuss.

Aaron scooped Emily out of Cassidy's arms and quickly trudged up the stairs with a promise of being 'down in a second'. Cassidy, being a mother and knowing Emily's sleeping habits, was sceptical about that statement.

Cassidy moved immediately to the right and into the living room. It was like walking into a bomb site. Cardboard boxes had been percarioulsy perched, and hap-hazzardly stacked one on top of the other, on the two worn armchairs at the back of the room. She could make out her name in Aaron's untidy scrawl and the label of 'Baby stuff' on them. An ironing board dominated the middle of the room and surrounding it was a fort of washing, to the right clothes that had been ironed and on the left a large silver tub of articles yet to be ironed.

Cassidy wormed her way to the two-seated sofa and carefully picked enough clothes off it that she and Aaron could sit comfortably without fear of every posession he owned coming down on top of them.

It could have been ten minutes or an hour later when Cassidy felt a warm cup of tea being pressed into her hands.

"Thanks." she mumbled taking a sip, she grimaced slightly. How can Aaron take this much sugar?

"No problem." Aaron replied, depositing himself on the sofa next to her "So, what's up? You sounded like you were at full panic stations on the phone."

"'Cause I was."

"Well then, what's up? What's so urgent that you needed to come here immediately?" he asked taking a swig from his cup of tea.

"It's...complicated." she answered after a minute, her aquamarine eyes meeting his clear grey.

There was a moment of complete silence as Aaron absorbed this information. Then his protective mode kicked in. No one tangled with his girlfriend and his daughter.

"What's happened?" he demanded, his voice eerily calm yet with a hint of danger "Has someone been threating you and Emily? I'll--"

"No!" Cassidy saw the danger immediately "No. It's Emily. Aaron, her...she...her abilities manifested a few days ago."

"Okay." Aaron calmed himself but looked slightly baffled "Then why did you sound so upset? Did she destroy your bookshelf?" the last part was added jokingly but Cassidy didn't smile.

"She's a shielder."

The temperature in the room seemed to plummet.

"W-What?" Aaron asked, hoping he'd misheard Cassidy's words.

"She's a shielder, Aaron, like Mum was...I-I didn't know what to do I...I just..." Cassidy trailed off trying to compose herself again "I had to tell you. We need to do something. We need to protect her, Aaron, or they'll find her just like they found Mum."

Aaron ran a hand through his light brown hair and Cassidy's eyes dropped to her feet. A shivver of fear ran up both of their spines at the thought of Cassidy's mother, how she'd been found murdered in her living room by none other than a sixteen year old Cassidy.

A repeat with their daughter was not going to happen. Not while they still drew breath.

"We have to get her protected." Cassidy broke the silence "You have to speak to the Council, as soon as you can, get everything you can to protect Emily."

"You know they won't be happy about giving you protection, Cass." Aaron warned.

"This isn't about me! This is about Emily!" Cassidy snapped "They have no right to deny her protection. She's just a baby."

"Yeah but they're still pissed at you giving up magic. They'll see it as you breaking your half of protocol. You can't seek the Council's magical help if you freely gave up your magic." Aaron rhymed off in monotone.

"It was three years ago. They can't punish me for my decision." Cassidy growled but her voice softer as she looked up at Aaron again "That's why I'm asking you. They'll still offer you magical assistance."

"I know." Aaron agreed "But they still won't like the thought of you anywhere near this."

"Screw them! They'll just have to deal with it. Emily's our child and they can't deny her protection because I decided I was done with magic. I had my reasons, they knew that."

Aaron nodded at this and for a minute they lapsed into silence. Each absorbed with the gravity of the situation and their choice.

"You'll have to move with her while I talk to the Council." Aaron said solumnly, breaking the silence "Somewhere safe...what about Jenny and Rick? D'you think they'd mind you and Emily crashing with them for a week or two?"

"I don't think so." Cassidy replied "Aunt Jen and Uncle Rick love Emily to pieces...I think they'd understand...Aunt Jen would understand...especially after what happened to Mum."

"Then it's settled." Aaron declared "You go to Jenny and Ricks and I'll persuade the Council to set up protection here...then you and Emily move in like planned."

"Perfect." Cassidy declared. Relief and hope mingled briefly in her mind before an almost overwhelming tiredness settled in.

"Go to bed." Aaron said softly, resting a hand on her shoulder "You're doozing off there."

Cassidy could only nod, there was no point in lying to Aaron.

[Namacub95]

Lost in Memory

It was carnage. Emily's grey eyes surveyed the alien scene before her. The sky was a vivid orange, tinged through with gold and red, in the distance she could see what looked like a great city beneath a dome-like sphere. It was so alien...yet so familiar at the same time.

Galliefrey, her mind supplied, This place is called Galliefrey. She had no idea why her mind sounded so adimant but she didn't question it.

She walked through the deserted landscape, shuddering whenever she saw a dead body sprawled in the orange dirt. Their empty staring eyes made her shudder. Then she saw what looked like a huge pepper pot tipped on it's side, it middle open and a strange creature at inside, obviously dead also.

Where was she? Emily felt a feeling of familiarity and yet a sense of alienation. Why was this war-torn place familiar? Why couldn't she remember?

Up ahead she saw movement, almost instinctively she ducked for cover behind a large rock. Her heart hmmered inside her chest as she dared to peek around.

There was a girl, maybe a few years younger than herself, making her way through the bodies. Her long ginger hair was tied in a ponytail and she wore a dark blue trench coat. She stooped to examine bodies, checking to see if there was any sign of life and shutting their eyes if there wasn't.

She was currently squatting down, her back to Emily, examining another body. Two fingers were pressed against the throat of the man. Suddenly she called out.

"Found one! He's clinging on but not by much!"

An older man soon appeared at the girl's side. He had a few scars on his face and looked gruff with stubble along his jaw and messy brown hair. He examined the body and talked in a low voice with the girl.

Emily shifted, so she could get a better look. That man, like the landscape surrounding her, was also familiar...she couldn't quite place where she had seen him before...but he was definately familiar.

Then a loud metallic voice sounded.

"EXTERMINATE!"

The man and girl shared a look of terror as a pepper port, fully upright, appeared. A long telescopic eye focused on them and they had only a sexnd to move before a beam was shot at them.

The man grabbed the girl's hand and in a second she was on her feet and they were both running. Emily stumbled after the pepper pot, man and girl. She struggled to keep up as she saw the pepper pot repeadedly blasting at the man and girl, they were barely avoiding it.

They ran on and on until the girl caught her foot on the arm of a body and went head over heels to the ground. The man, suddenly realizing his companion wasn't following, turned in time to see a blast from the pepper pot hit the girl in the side.

Pain exploded in the same area on Emily's body. She fell to her knees with a scream, clutching her side whilst what felt like a million volts raced through her body. She heard a shout of almost inhuman rage and then an explosion. The pain lapsed for a second.

Emily opened her eyes again and suddenly the man was standing over her, brushing her hair and muttering reassurances to her whilst tears ran down his cheeks. It was as if she had been dropped in the girl's body.

"Dad..." her voice was out of her own control "I-I'm dying a-a-aren't I?"

The man, her father, gave a nod and managed a choked 'yes'. He kept murmering to her but his words were lost through pain. Then the pain stopped, replaced by fire.

Emily looked at her hand, a strange yellow glow was encasing it. The other hand was the same. The fire was racing through her veins, replacing, healing...making everything new.

Regenerating

Then suddenly all she knew was the fire, everything was shifting and changing. Pain was replaced by searing heat as her body remoulded itself. Then the fire was suddenly inside her brain, eating it away. Something was going wrong. She opened her mouth to scream but no sound came.

There was only fire.

Then it was gone. She was cold...lying in darkness. Who was she? Where was she? What had just happened?

-------------------------------

Emily jolted out of her dreams. An old childhood nightmare come to plague her. Her grey eyes were wild and unfocused.

It had felt so real. The pain...the man...the fire...like it was a memory more than a dream. Then the confusion set in.

What on earth did it mean?

--------------------------
This is based on a joke theory my friend suggested to me. I was telling her about Emily and she said that Emily was like a Time Lord who forgot she was a Time Lord and this this sprung to my mind.

[Namacub95]

Forgetting to Remember

The great thing about the library in Xavier Institute was that you could find books on any subject that you could ever wish to read about. From accountancy to zoology, Xavier Institute had it all.

So that's why Emily was currently curled up on the window ledge with a huge tome balanced on her knee, her clear grey eyes eagerly scanning the page.

Repressed memory is an effect first described by Sigmund Freud...the act of repressing traumatic memories...linked to child abuse or sexual exploitation...those with repressed memories often can recall fragments of memory without understanding the memories themselves...therapy can help unlock repressed memories...

Emily flicked through the pages like a woman possessed, absorbing as much of the information as she possibly could and fitting it against her own experience.

Dreams of places...events...people she didn't recognize but felt that she should. Did she have repressed memories? That's what she wanted to know.

Yet, he events in her dreams...they seemed to hint things that Emily wished she weren't true. If she did have repressed memories, which she was now fairly certain she did, then did she really want to unlock them? Did she really want to confirm that her whole childhood had been a lie? Was she ready for that?

She didn't know. Emily closed her eyes and rested her head against the cool glass.

It felt so real...so unquestionably real. She felt everything, the joy...the sadness...the grief...the pain...the fear, everything.

"I thought that minds were my area of expertise."

Emily was on her feet in a split second, the tome hastily and unconvincingly hidden behind her back.

"Don't sneak up on me!" Emily admonished "I hate it when you do that!"

James's only responce was to raise an eyebrow, and he was smirking at her. Damn him! Emily gave a small huff and revealled the tome, he's already seen it so there was really no point hiding it.

"I was just...curious." she admitted, brushing a stray strand of brown hair from her face, only for it to fall back between her eyes "I...I don't even think I found anything anyway."

She moved past James to replace the tome back on the shelf where she found it when Jame spoke again.

"It's really bothering you, isn't it?"

"What is?" Emily replied, playing dumb.

"You know what I'm talking about. You're shields don't work while you asleep." James said turning to look at her "You know that you broadcast nearly everything you think while your asleep...it's hard to ignore."

Emily sighed, slotting the tome into place on the shelf.

"I don't want to talk about it." she said, her voice held a hint of finality. The conversation was over.

"Bottling it up won't help. It'll only make things worse." James hand came to rest on her shoulder, an attempt to make her feel better "I could--"

"I said, I didn't want to talk about it!" her words came out harsher than she had intended. She felt James's hand slip from her shoulder and she instantly regretted her outburst. He only wanted to help...because he was her best friend...because he cared about her.

"I'm sorry." she murmered after a moment of silence her grey eyes focused on her feet "I just...I'm scared, James." she admitted "I-I don't know what to think...I don't even think I want to know..."

Her eyes were suddenly burning, she could feel the tears pushing to be released. She closed her eyes and attempted to calm herself. She wasn't going to cry over this.

She looked up at James, he looked concerned...she didn't blame him.

"Could you..." Emily stopped herself "Could you...you know..."

James seemed to ponder this for a minute, he met her eyes and shrugged.

"I could try...only if you're sure."

"I'm sure." she said after a few minutes of consideration. Was she scared? No, she was terrified...but it was better to know and be done with it than to be constantly afraid to go to sleep, for fear she'd see something else.

They walked back to the window and sat down facing each other. James had a look of grim determination and Emily didn't know what expression was on her face, fear? Anxiety? A small sense of curiousity?

"You ready?" James lefted his hand and pressed it against his temple.

"Let's do it."

Then they were in. They were inside her mind, her memories. Over two millenias worth of memory. She lead James to the right area, her memories before she left home. Deeper and deeper they went, searching for blanks...anomolies.

Anything? She questioned.

Not yet...but something feels off.

Off how?

Like...the further we go back...the more uncertain your mind's becoming. It's like you don't know whether these memories actually happened at all.

Then we must be going in he right direction.

Further back, they were passing memories of her five-year-old self. Carefree childhood days. She didn't remember much but everything was stored neatly away in her mind...in incredible detail, she noticed...almost too detailed. Surely a five-year-old couldn't remember this much! It was almost like a thirty-year-old's memories desguised as a five-year-old's.

Is it me...I'd are these...

Far too detailed? James finished Yeah. These are way too detailed for someone that age...normally they'd be far more fragmented. It's almost like someone...planted them here.

Emily stilled momentarily at that. Someone had planted fake memories in her brain? Of her early childhood...why? Why would a five-year-old or younger need this much detail?

Maybe...it's so I wouldn't question something...

Maybe.

They kept going. Three...two...one...birth. Then they hit something. They recoiled a bit. This was the end of the line...right? After all, how could someone remember anything before they were born?

End of the road. Emily declared.

It isn't. James stated There's a block...like a mental shield. Are you--?

No. Everything's open. I'm not doing anything.

There was a pause. She and James had both stilled to assess what was going on. If Emily, herself, wasn't shielding her mind...who was?

Can you crack it? She asked.

I think so...whoever did it aren't as thorough as you are. There's cracks...they're small but they're there.

Emily held her breath as James worked, what could be behind this mental shield? Was it good? Bad? Ugly? She was scared to find out but an overwhelming curiousity was gripping her at the same time. What could be so important that it had to be blocked away and have fake memories put in it's place?

She felt the cracks in the shield expanding, James was getting a foothold. Then, it shattered. Like a glass window in the darkest depths of her mind.

We're in. James declared.