#swifteststar

Monitors blared their high pitch tones as doctors worked at a frantic pace on the blue man before them. Er doctors had seen the worst of things and even being a non human they were trying to safe the life of the elf who was barely hanging on. Blood oozed from lacerations along his body one jagged cut and gravel marks on his face where he had hit the ground hard. The day had started with a fun time, friends, drinking and nothing but light hearts and happy words. A normal summer night among fellow hero’s, ones that all knew the acrobat and kept pushing one drink after another n him knowing he could handle.

Of course his lover was there, dressed to the nines and getting as much attention as the elf did. Flirting was not uncommon and both knew how far they could go before it crossed the line of hitting inappropriate. Hips swinging the elf had been just casually meandering about before spotting the one he love lip locked with another. It hurt, it always did. The insecurities he locked away in his hear slipped through the barrier he kept up up his face twisting in pain sharply as the other looked up at him, shocked. Of course they went after him but who could catch an upset teleporter?

Gone in the streets he walked among the people ignore the few who did stop to do a double take at the upset hero tears rolling down his fuzzy cheeks uncaring of who saw his pain. It was all an accident, a moment later on the sidewalk he would have been alright, a second sooner the car would have missed him entirely. But, the elf was not so lucky, stepping back into the street to cross it telling the one who grabbed him to stop it hit him before he could see it, before he could teleport.

A body slammed by a car going thirty five then with an abrupt stop had impact trauma that was some of the worst Er doctors saw, but it was a regular occurrence. They were yelling, barking orders as he flat lined his clothes barely ripped off his body to try and compress the damages to very mortal flesh.

"Alec, you can’t go see Vati right now," he repeated. Alec squirmed in his arms but finally gave up.

"Papa, what happened?" The little boy asked. Jean-Paul had run out of tears, out of anger and pain and all he felt was hollow, like someone had sliced him open and pulled everything out of him, leaving heavy bones and atrophied muscle. "Papa?"

"It’s my fault. Don’t worry." He croaked. "When Vati gets better—" he paused, "—When Vati gets better, it’ll be just you and him, and the babies, okay? Papa has to—to go back to Canada alone for a while." It would be better that way, anyway. He was a shitty dad. He was a shitty husband and a shitty super hero and a shitty friend. Shitty. He didn’t even know what had happened. He swore it had been Kurt that had grabbed him up at the party, but he guessed now he was so dangerously sobered up, and everything was so fuzzy now…

René squirmed in his carrier, and Jean-apaul bent to pick him up. He’d been in such a hurry, he’d left the diaper bag at home, but he was thankful that at least no one from the school hated him enough yet to refuse to get it. Yet. He hadn’t spoke to any of them in the near hour they had been there. You never deserved Kurt, or these children. You don’t deserve the people you call your friends and you certainly don’t deserve your fame and fortune. God’s going to punish you for being such a sorry excuse for a mutant. Jean-Paul mentally berated himself as he gave René his bottle. They were such beautiful babies… He wished any other person on earth was their Papa. Those poor things.

He fell asleep against the wall, having long given up his chair to someone else, Alec curled against his chest and one hand on each of the twins’ carriers. He didn’t sleep well, or much, but he supposed, when he had just inadvertently killed Kurt, it was to be expected. When the others found out what he had done, he would be more hated than anyone else. More hated than Senator Kelly and all Magneto’s crew combined.

His mouth tasted like blood, and he realized he had bit his lip hard enough to break the skin. And Jean-Paul cuddled Alec tight, face buried in black and silver curls. “This is my fault,” he whimpered. “This is all my fault…”

It was hours before the doctors came out to say the news, he was alive but the only thing the knew for sure was their was some brain activity and his heart was beating on his own. The rest they had to wait till the swelling went down before knowing for sure if he was even going to make it through the night. But the elf clung, not because of anger but because of love. He wanted to know what had happened, why Jean-Paul had kissed another. The anger he felt that night was just the normal kind he felt towards his husband when he was being a self loathing asshole. Kurt adored the man, adored their family and children but at times the others bullshit baffled him to the point he just had to take a walk or cook. One moment he was being told he was loved the next how Jean-Paul hated himself, was worthless and didn't deserve to even live.