Disclaimer:

Ol' FC Xavier belongs to the suits that run Marvel Comics. I do not own him
in any way. Just borrowing him a bit, that's all. All good fun,
entertainment and all that.

His friend, however, belongs to me. I own him, yes I do, although I am not
very proud to. But hey, it's one of those things.

If for some reason you might want to borrow him, feel free. Please just ask
me first okay?
If you would like to Archive this, I would really like that. Just drop me a
note please?

Thank you!

Secondly, this is my response to Kaylee's `Cripple challenge', sort of. I
know it is not really what she wanted, but this is the best that I could
come up with.
I just hope this fits the bill.

I do have to warn you though. This is a kind of a `No holds barred fic'. I
did not bother censoring this. I just wrote it, and it contains some rather
bad language. You have been warned.

Lastly, but most importantly I would just like to thank the most patient
Gruver for Beta reading (and editing) this one for me. I would not have been
able to get through this one without her Help.

Same goes for my editor, the ever talented Roguestar who picked up right
where Gruver left of.

In the Words of Stephen King.
"For all that has gone right with this story, thank them, and for all that
has gone wrong, blame me."

Just so that you all know, the entity called Lomas is a strange creature
that feeds on feedback. So please folks, we cannot let it die on us, now can
we?

Please send it to lomas@kimberley.co.za

I am positive that Lomas will respond to all comments (except flames).
Thank you for reading!


`I still love you, Man!'

"Yellow Chucky baby!"

"Remember me?"

"Of course ya do man! As if I'd ever let ya forget. How've ya been, ya
miserable sack o' shit?"

"Okay? Okay? Did I hear ya right, Chucky-baby? Are ya sayin' that you're
doin' okay?" "That you're alright, hunky-dory, never better, and all o' that
crap?"

"Really Charlie-boy, I know ya better than that man! Ya know I'm the only
one who can see right through ya baby, powers or no. The fact that you're
the premier telepath in the world doesn't mean jack-shit t'me Chucky-babes,
'cause I know yer heart man. Hell no, I own it!"

"So, don't gimme that `I'm okay, I will survive' crap man, `cause I ain't
buying it. You're miserable man, and we both know that, don't we? Yeah we
do. In case you've forgotten, allow me to refresh that fucked up memory of
yours."

"God knows ya need it, Chucky-baby..."

"Y'know Chucky-babes, sometimes I wonder why the Hell ya even bothered in
the first place. From the start, I knew ya were making a really big mistake.
I tried warnin' ya, but no! You didn't wanna listen to me. Ya just had to go
and fall for her, didn't ya?"

"Who the Hell were ya kiddin' man, thinkin' ya even had a ghost of a chance
to start with?"

"I mean, who were you tryin' t'fool anyhow, Chucky-baby? What would a girl
like her want with an old worn out bugger like yerself? Such a pretty, young
thing?"

"C'mon Chuckster, don't tell me ya thought she could ever love *you*?"

"Really? Ya thought so?"

"Aww c'mon Chuckster! I know ya better that that!"

"What were ya thinkin' anyhow man? Why would she love you? A cripple? A
freak?"

"Yeah, nice joke..."

"Ha-ha asshole."

"Who the Hell is laughin' with ya now huh?"

"Guess it's true what they say, ain't it Chuckster? Ya laugh and the whole
freakin' universe chuckles with ya as if ya told the best one they ever
heard. Then you're just the man ain't ya? The big cheese, the guy whose shit
smells sweeter than most, right?"

"Once again, Ha-ha, fucknut."

"Opposite's true too, Chucky."

"When ya cry, the world lets ya cry alone, don't it? Where the Hell are all
yer buddies then, when you're just sittin' there, like the sorry sack 'o
shit you are?"

"Yeah, really chuckleatious ain't it?"

"Hey, what's this I'm pickin' up here?"

"Well now, would you believe it? *Blow* me, would ya? If I ain't mistaken,
it's anger... "

"Anger at her for what she's done to ya?"

"Aww, c'mon Chuckster... Who the Hell are ya trying t'fool here man? Ya ain'
t foolin' me, lemme tell ya that. Ya can't be angry with her for dumpin' you
man, cause it ain't her fault, and ya know it."

"Can't really say I would've acted differently bro. I would've dumped ya
too, y'know..."

"Whoa! Real anger at that one, hey Chucky? What'sa matter? Did I hit a nerve
man? No use denyin' it. I did, and it's hurtin' ya, ain't it?"

"Awww... Tough."

"Who are ya anyway, thinkin' ya even had a shot?"

"I mean, who were ya really tryin' t'kid?"
"In the end, no one but yerself, bro. "

"HA HA, HA fuckin' HA, asshole!"

"Yeah, she let ya call her `dearest' and `lady' and all that other romantic
shit. Still does, in fact. But hey, we both know she's only does it for yer
benefit, right? She doesn't really read anything into it, right?"

"Who knows, she might have, once, but then yer false `Knight in shinin'
armor act' got in the way, didn't it?"

"HA-HA FUCKING HA!!!!!!!"

"Yeah, I know ya thought, `I can't be in love with one of my students! She
depends on me for leadership, for guidance, to lead her on the path of my
dream. I can't love her. Me, love her? Impossible. We are together because
we are fighting for the same dream, for peaceful co-existence between humans
and mutants. It can't be anything more.'"

"Yer dream Chuck? Yer dream?! Oh God! Get Real! Puh-Lease!"

"Got news for ya Bo!"

"AND GUESS WHAT DIP-SHIT, YA AIN'T GONNA LIKE IT!!!"

"Know what? I don't give a darn."

"I'm gonna spill it anyway, just so ya can torture yer pathetic little self
until the day ya kick the freakin' bucket."

"You, my dear Mr. Knight, had yer heart nicked out from under yer sorry ass
the day ya met her..."

"What's this Chucky Babes? Denial?"

"Aww, C'mon Chucks. We both know better than that."

"Deep down, you know I'm right, dont'cha?"


"Y'know what Mr. Knight, I ain't gonna fuck around with ya no more. I'm
gonna lay it out straight, nice 'n thick..."

"She stole yer heart right out from under ya. Admit it."

"HA FUCKIN' HA! What a joke y'are, Chucks."

"Oh? I see that yer getting really aggro about what I'm tellin' ya right?
Sorry to be the one to break this to ya, Chucks, but the truth hurts, bud."

"And ya know what, old buddy, old pal?? The best is yet to come..."


"Yup, yup, you loved her, didn't ya Mr. Knight?"
"Know what, Knight my boy? I think she fell for ya too!"

"Imagine that! Talk about a real beauty and the beast scenario if there ever
was one."

"Oh, I could be wrong about that Knight ol' boy. Now wouldn't ya just love
that?"

"Even so, bro, I know I ain't, and you know it too..."

"She actually gave ya her heart. She saw somethin' in ya she liked and
chucked the ball into yer court."

"HA-HA FUCKIN' HA!"

"You sure fucked up there didn't ya? Ya fumbled Mr. Knight. BAD!"
"Oh so bad! Ya remember that night ya cried, ya faggot? That night when ya
finally caught on?"

"Sure ya do Knight m'boy! I'm almost positive of it, and hey, if ya forgot,
I'll always be there to remind ya... Count on it."

"But then again, Chuckster, when ya finally caught on, it was *way* too
late, wasn't it?"

"Y'know what Knight, I don't even feel sorry for ya. I'm actually glad ya
screwed up.
"Imagine if ya clicked... Ha-Ha."

"You actually wanted her life t'be just as screwed as yours? Good one
Knight. I'm crackin' m'self here..."

"Sometimes ya are worth a few laughs, ya ass..."

"In any case, I'm gettin' sick o' this little game kiddo, so I'm gonna wrap
it up now."
"Bottom line, don't even think of blamin' the poor girl."

"Actually ya don't do ya? Shit! Imagine that! Maybe there's hope for ya
after all!"

"Yeah right."

"Moral of the story Chuckster; It ain't her fault she saw what a world class
shit ya really are."

"Ain't my fault either."

"You're the one who screwed up, not me. It's all yer fault bro, just yours."

"So, if you wanna know why she fell for old Laser-Eye, don't come lookin'
for answers from me, `cause ya ain't gonna get any. You're the only one with
the answers."

"Remember that Bro..."

"Just think of it man... Ya could've had her for yerself, but ya blew it."

"Now she's cuddlin' up against ol' Scotty at nights, when it could've been
you..."


"Hey, just wanted to say I still love ya man."

"Even if she doesn't, I still do."

"Yeah, I do bro... I really do..."

With Love
Yer bestest buddy (for life, asshole)

Yer Wheelchair.

Date of Writing: 04-05-1999