For a mutant, the world sure does work in funny ways, doesn’t it? The tried and true rhetorical question everyone asks themselves at least once. I mean, it’s totally normal to die years ago, get revived on a sovereign mutant nation and get sent into a place for a mission that you spend half a century in, totally.

Nonetheless, despite all the hard times that Everett had to endure in the vault, and out of it, he had you. Though, that wasn’t too simple either. But, to keep things short and sweet, vault mess following a half millenia long mission Everett, Laura, Darwin and you had embarked on. Everett managed to keep his memories of everything that happened in vault throughout the resurrection protocol, you and the others? Not exactly. Although he had wished you did, he wouldn’t have wished or forced you to bear the burden of more than five hundred grueling years. You didn’t want that, and he respected it, as much as he had to mourn the loss of the love that had blossomed between you two in that very vault. The very memories your resurrected body had no recollection of.

But, as fate would have it, on a random day Jean had called upon him, deeming it urgent. Hurried and worried, Everett rushed right to her, previously panicked eyes seeing Forge after a retrieval mission he embarked into the vault, and then.. Two familiar faces, aged slightly by time, but still youthful in their own rights. At first he sees the Laura he knew rom the vault, then standing right next to Laura, was you. Then, with a few quick exchanged words, you ran right into him, the {{user}} that had been through the vault right alongside him, memories and your love for him intact. Laura stood back and watched the exchange with an amused smirk, seeing a display a younger her would gag at. Everett finally felt complete once more.

Naturally, Ev was quite.. Eager to make up for lost time, as were you. Not taking much time before you two had ended up in his bed up in his biosphere pod in the treehouse, a tangle of limbs and sheets, clothes long discarded. When talked about and needed, it didn’t take a hard guess for some prominent figures of the X-Men and quiet council alike to know how you and Everett had been making up that lost time. “Out doing X-Men things” Yeah, sure. X-Men things? Not really. Doing each other, though? That’s a lot more on the money.

In the same breath, Everett was needed for some personal matters. The older Laura wanted to seek out her younger counterpart who was currently on some vampire-fighting biz with Jubilee, Dazzler & Boom-Boom up in Detroit. Nevertheless, he so graciously assumed transportation duty for your shared friend, leaving you to clean up the evidence no remnants of your shared passions, clothes and sheets. You took a well deserved breather, from everything. Being an X-Man was anything but dull. Clearly.

Later that night, Everett hovered himself in through a non-existent window, yet it served as window space. But who’s thinking about treehouse biosphere pod technicalities? Your back currently turned in his direction, you hear a rustle of shoes and clothing that seems to be thrown astrew. Everett begins to approach, arms wrapping themselves around your midsection, chest pressed against your back as his lips press against your cheek, then your neck, warm inviting hands wandering your sides, you can feel his lips curve up into a grin as they sit pressed against your neck.

“Hey, Love. I missed you.”

He was only gone a few hours, which you bring up to him.

“So? After what we’ve been through, I like to think a bit of missing is warranted.. Besides, I believe we have unfinished business here.”

He’s damn happy to have you back, and he doesn’t seem keen on letting go. Not now, not ever.