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Nadja Lee

Christmas Of Yesterday

English is not my native language. Please forgive me my mistakes.
Disclaimer: "X-men" and all the characters here belong to Marvel , 20 Century Fox 
and I intend no infringement, this is a piece of amateur fan fiction, and I make no 
money of it. Only the original idea contained within this work is the property of 
the author. Please do not copy this story to any website or archive without permission 
of the author.
Disclaimer:  The two songs in here " The gift" and " Det kimer nu til julefest" aren't mine. 
" The gift" is written by Stephanie Davis and belong to her and I intend no infringement, 
this is a piece of amateur fan fiction, and I make no money of it. The other song is an original 
Danish song I have translated. It is written by C.C.N. Balle/ N.F.S. Grundtvig and belong to 
them and I intend no infringement, this is a piece of amateur fan fiction, and I make no 
money of it.  Only the original idea contained within this work is the property of the author. 
Please do not copy this story to any website or archive without permission of the author.
Note: The poem in here " Daddy, please don't get drunk this Christmas" is mine but I was inspired
 by the song by Denver  "Daddy, please don't get drunk this Christmas". I only used his title but 
all which he would recognise as his is his. The rest is mine
Timeline: Set before the movie
Universe: Set in the movie universe. Only the movie NOT the book that goes with it!
Pairing: None, really
Summary: Scott's childhood Christmas.
Archiving: Want, ASK, take, have.
Feedback: Yes, please. (Use feedback button)
Rating: PG-13
*mmmm * is telepathically thoughts spoken in the mind. " mmmmm "  is spoken out loud.

Part 1:
It was December the 24th and Scott Summers was walking around alone in the Mall. He wasn't looking for a present for he had none to buy one to but just looking at all the other people in the Mall. The children with their mothers pointing at all kinds of toys, fathers with sons in TV shops and lovers walking hand in hand, one waiting for the other as a gift was bought. Normal last minute Christmas shoppers rushing by and Scott pretended for just a moment in time that he was just like them. That he was normal and would have a normal Christmas. But he had never been normal and it had been many years since he had last had a normal Christmas. A boy of only fifteen yet still, had the world been able to see his eyes, it would have seen a pain beyond his years. He knew that remembering only brought sorrow yet still he dreamed himself away. To a time where he had had a family.a home.someone who cared..someone who loved him.


Part 2:
" Can I have a cookie, please Mommy?" Scott asked of his mother in his sweetest voice and tried to look as cute as possible.
" Alright but only one. We are to eat soon. And take one for your brother as well," his mother had said in a kind and loving voice as she had given him two cookies and he had run from the kitchen with a thank you. He had been very young and he didn't remember her face but was sure she must have been pretty. He remembered her voice and her brown hair and brown eyes. He didn't remember the entire Christmas Eve but only bits and pieces. His mother making dinner, him and his brother helping his father finding a tree and helping decorate it. What he remembered more than anything was the feeling of love, of acceptance that he had never found again. As always when he thought of his parents the moment of their death returned to him. It had been Christmas when he was five and his father was flying them somewhere. He remembered his mother's voice as she had told him she loved him and made him promise to take care of his kid brother. Then she had pushed him out the airlock with the last parachute and his kid brother in his arms. He remembered that he had so wished to reach ground soon as he had felt his grip on his brother loosening. He had looked after the plane and seen it hit a mountain and go up in flames. Instead of the toy train he had wished for that Christmas, his gift had been to be alone. When he and his brother had been taken to a orphanage he had tried to protect his brother as he had promised but after only a few months he had been adopted and Scott had been totally alone. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't hold on to his brother's image. He remembered him to have blue eyes and blond hair, probably from their father but that was all. Over time he had even forgotten his name. He remembered that Christmas when he was six and all alone at the orphanage. They had been to church and their gift had been a Bible. They had had a tree but they hadn't got any gifts nor danced around it. The teachers wanted to be with their families and had been in a foul mood. Scott had spent that Christmas in his room, crying becau
ore and more details about his family. That Christmas was to be the last he would see for three years as his powers manifested themselves the following summer and Scott had closed his eyes in the belief never to open them again. After three eyes of darkness he had been given the ruby red glasses and had been met by a world covered in red but by then he had lost the memory of colours and although he knew what colour things should have he couldn't place them in his mind. When he turned twelve he had been given to Jack, his current foster father.

Part 3: 
Scott looked at the clock in the mall and saw that it was getting late. Reluctantly he stood and left the mall. He could have stayed forever just looking at the other people rushing by and imagining he was like them, giving gifts to someone, being loved by someone. It was a nice fantasy but that was all it was; a fantasy. He passed some people singing Christmas carols and stopped to listen as their voices moved him;

"It is ringing to Christmas feast
It is ringing for the guest in the high
Who came down to us
With New Year's gifts, joy and peace

O, come with to David's town
Where angels sing under the sky
O, come with out on the field
Where the shepherds hear news from God

Come, Jesus, be our guest
Have with us Your Christmas feast
Then we will with David's harp song
Give thanks to you in our New Year Song"

Something in the song made Scott's eyes water and he hurried past them as he wiped the tears away with the back of his hand. He had nothing to look forward to at home yet still he knew better than be come too late. He went alone through the Christmas decorated town and admired all the glitter and stars. As he went his thoughts and feelings were in turmoil and he hoped he wasn't too late. Thoughts and prayers ran through his mind too quickly for him to even register. Even the impossible dreams and hopes..

Please Daddy,
Don't get drunk this Christmas
I don't want to cry
Please Daddy,
Don't get drunk this Christmas
I don't want to be afraid

Just last year
The only thing
Falling from the sky
Was the bitter stream
Of tears

Please Daddy,
Don't get drunk this Christmas
I don't want to cry
Please Daddy,
Don't get drunk this Christmas
I don't want to be afraid

Every year at this time
I'm alone
Sitting in a dark room
Tears running down my cheeks

Please Daddy,
Don't get drunk this Christmas
I don't want to cry
Please Daddy,
Don't get drunk this Christmas
I don't want to be alone

Why can't you do that
For me?
Why do it have to be
Like this
Tears falling every year?

Please Daddy,
Don't get drunk this Christmas
I don't want to cry
Please Daddy,
Don't get drunk this Christmas
I don't want to be afraid

Part 4:
Scott opened the door to the poor apartment in the bad part of town where he lived with his foster father. He saw that Jack was sitting, as usual, by the TV with a beer in his hand. Please, please let it be his first one tonight, Scott prayed fanatically and wondered why he even bothered. His prayers had never been answered before. He remembered with a shiver last Christmas when he had been fourteen. He had gone through town and just looked at all the people and Christmas decorations. He had lost track of time and first been home past midnight. When he had come home, Jack had been very drunk and he had gotten the worst beating of his life. He had spent that Christmas, pained and bruised, curled up in a corner in his small dark room, silent tears running down his cheeks.
Scott tried to tiptoe past the livingroom and froze as Jack's voice cut through the room;
" Where have you been, One-Eye?" He asked harshly. Scott knew Jack only kept him around for the monthly check and because he wanted to use his powers to help him commit break-ins, but still his hate-filled voice always make him wince. If one ting, Jack was always good at reminding him that he wasn't normal and that he should be glad that he even had a home, now that he was a freak.
" I was..out to get the stuff you asked for," Scott lied, knowing he could never tell the truth; that he had wanted to know how it felt like to be normal, to have a normal Christmas. Just to pretend for a moment.
" Yeah, yeah. What are you waiting for, boy? A present?" He laughed at the absurdity at the very thought as Scott had been standing still in fear that his lie had been detected.
" From you, I expect nothing," Scott whispered under his breath and practically ran to the safety of his small, dark room. Jack had said that since Scott couldn't see colours anyway, there wasn't any need for him to have electricity in his room. Luckily there was a big window in the small room ,where there where only room for a bed, so if the sun was shining he could see. Unfortunately the direct sunlight also worsened the pain in his eyes and mind as it powered his blasts but if he wanted light it was the only way. Kneeling by his bed he reached under it and took forth a small spruce he had found in the park the other day. He had put its root in a plastic bag with water but it still looked half-dead. He gentle removed it from the bag and placed the small breach between two old books. Reaching under the bed yet again he took out a small box and opened it. Inside lay treasures he had collected through the years. Two small red hearts made from paper when he was younger, a star made from fine glitter paper he couldn't remember where from he had gotten and his most precious procession; a small white angel cut from cardboard. It wasn't even very pretty but for him it was the most beautiful thing in the world. After his brother had left a small girl named Lucy had given it to him, saying that now he would never be alone ever again. He put his small things on the breach and from under the bed took forth a small present. He knew what was in it, he had brought it himself after having saved up for months. It was packed in beautiful Christmas paper. He put it under the tree and looked sadly at his small, pitiful Christmas tree. Softly he began to sing;

"A poor orphan girl named Maria
Was walking to. market one day
She stopped to rest by the roadside
Where a bird. with a broken wind lay
A few moments passed till she saw it
For its feathers were covered with sand
But soon clean and wrapped. it was travelling
In the warm of Maria´s small. hand

She happily gave her last. peso
On a. cage made of rushes and twine
She fed it loose corn. from the market
And watched it grow. stronger with time

Now.. the Christmas Eve service was coming
And.. the church shone. with tinsel and light
And all the townfolks brought.. presents
To lay by the manger that.. night
There.. were diamonds and.. incense
And perfumes
In packages.. fit for a king
But... for one ragged bird in a small cage
Maria had.. nothing to bring

She. waited till. just before midnight
So. no one would see her go in
And. crying she knelt by the manger
For her. gift was .unworthy of.. Him"

Scott's voice broke down and faded away as tears began to fall from his eyes. He had always liked the song, not just because it was the only song he could remember his mother singing but also because it somehow reminded him of himself. Wiping the tears away he smiled bittersweetly at his small tree.
" Merry.Christmas, Scott," he said softly and took the small package from under his small branch. Careful so not to ruin the fine paper he unwrapped it. It was a book, H.C. Andersen's "The Little Match Girl". It was the story of a orphan girl who was out on Christmas Eve to try and sell matches but it was so cold so she lit a match and for each match she pictured something wonderful like a warm lit fireplace, a family eating a nice Christmas dinner together or a beautiful Christmas tree. The next morning the girl had been found frozen to death but with a small smile on her lips.
Scott let his fingers glide slowly over the picture of the family sitting together. It was his favourite picture and he remembered it in colours from when he had first read the book in the orphanage all those years ago.
The moonlight came through the window and bathed a small boy in its light as he sat all alone before a small breach a Christmas Eve with a old book in his hands. The stars shone and made the tears which fell from his eyes glimmer but his bittersweet smile shone by itself.

The End


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