Don't Forget
"Promise Me Mia"
*Summer 2003*
“She doesn't know anything about Master Swords or Spider-Man.” He said. Mia couldn't help it. She smirked, “That’s what I like to see.” Connor said. He kissed her forehead. They were back. He was still her Connor.
“Where is yours?” Mia asked the question she’d had since he’d first arrived with That Woman.
“Juliet said I should stop wearing it.” Connor said, “Something about the sound annoying her or something.”
“So you just do whatever she says?”
“No I just don’t wear it when I’m with her. Any other time I’d be wearing it.” Connor’s eyes pleaded with hers, “You gotta believe.”
“I believe you.” Mia said, “I’ll always believe you.” He smiled at her and kissed her forehead again. Mia tried to savor the warm soft touch. When he looked to her again his expression turned dark.
“Good,” He said, “Then believe me when I say you have to stop hurting yourself.”
“It’s kinda hard when the guy I prepared this entire night for brings his skank.” Mia sneered.
“She’s not a skank.” Connor made a hissing cat sound, “The claws are out tonight.” He laughed.
“Shut up I’m serious.” Mia said playfully slapping his face, “The pain is the only thing I've ever had control over.”
His eyebrows furrowed again. “Mia...what your mom did to you…”
“I don’t want to talk about that.” Mia said robotic-ally and Connor knew to leave it at that.
“Well I’m sure if you just took a second to think about it you’d realize you have much more control than you think.” Connor lay on the pillow next to her before he spoke again, “Promise me you won’t do it again.”
“I can promise to try.”
“That’s not good enough.” Connor shook his head.
Mia huffed, “But”-
“Mia when you hurt yourself you hurt me too.” Connor said.
Mia blinked and couldn't help but snicker, “That’s one of the sappiest things I've ever heard.”
“Now you’re the one not being serious.”
“Connor”-
“Promise me Mia.” Mia knew he wouldn't budge on this.
“Aargh, Fine!”
“Say it,”
“I promise I won’t hurt myself. I’ll talk to you instead...”
“Ada girl,” Connor said. He sat up so that he was sitting on the edge of her bed no longer facing her.
Moments ago she had been naked before him and he had completely denied her. Here he was making her feel like she was five. The frustration was mounting in her and Mia couldn't help but voice her thought aloud, “If I were older”-
“You aren't,” He responded stiffly. He stood and went to her bedroom door.
Oh now he wants to leave! “But if I was?” Mia said, “Would I even have a chance?” He wasn't facing her so she had no idea how he had reacted to her question. She wished she was Jean Grey then she could just pluck the information she wanted from his mind.
“I don’t know.” Connor ran his hand over his head and stopped to scratch the back. He opened the door, “On a lighter note, I could pick you up tomorrow to make up for ruining your dinner.”
“You’ll take me out with out the hoe-bag?”
“We could spend the day together like old times.” He reassured her leaning against her door frame. As always, half in half out. “Has your appetite come back?” As if on cue Mia’s stomach growled obnoxiously. They both laughed at the sound, “C’mon I’m pretty sure I saw your dad put a plate for you in the microwave. It might even still be hot.”
“She doesn't know anything about Master Swords or Spider-Man.” He said. Mia couldn't help it. She smirked, “That’s what I like to see.” Connor said. He kissed her forehead. They were back. He was still her Connor.
“Where is yours?” Mia asked the question she’d had since he’d first arrived with That Woman.
“Juliet said I should stop wearing it.” Connor said, “Something about the sound annoying her or something.”
“So you just do whatever she says?”
“No I just don’t wear it when I’m with her. Any other time I’d be wearing it.” Connor’s eyes pleaded with hers, “You gotta believe.”
“I believe you.” Mia said, “I’ll always believe you.” He smiled at her and kissed her forehead again. Mia tried to savor the warm soft touch. When he looked to her again his expression turned dark.
“Good,” He said, “Then believe me when I say you have to stop hurting yourself.”
“It’s kinda hard when the guy I prepared this entire night for brings his skank.” Mia sneered.
“She’s not a skank.” Connor made a hissing cat sound, “The claws are out tonight.” He laughed.
“Shut up I’m serious.” Mia said playfully slapping his face, “The pain is the only thing I've ever had control over.”
His eyebrows furrowed again. “Mia...what your mom did to you…”
“I don’t want to talk about that.” Mia said robotic-ally and Connor knew to leave it at that.
“Well I’m sure if you just took a second to think about it you’d realize you have much more control than you think.” Connor lay on the pillow next to her before he spoke again, “Promise me you won’t do it again.”
“I can promise to try.”
“That’s not good enough.” Connor shook his head.
Mia huffed, “But”-
“Mia when you hurt yourself you hurt me too.” Connor said.
Mia blinked and couldn't help but snicker, “That’s one of the sappiest things I've ever heard.”
“Now you’re the one not being serious.”
“Connor”-
“Promise me Mia.” Mia knew he wouldn't budge on this.
“Aargh, Fine!”
“Say it,”
“I promise I won’t hurt myself. I’ll talk to you instead...”
“Ada girl,” Connor said. He sat up so that he was sitting on the edge of her bed no longer facing her.
Moments ago she had been naked before him and he had completely denied her. Here he was making her feel like she was five. The frustration was mounting in her and Mia couldn't help but voice her thought aloud, “If I were older”-
“You aren't,” He responded stiffly. He stood and went to her bedroom door.
Oh now he wants to leave! “But if I was?” Mia said, “Would I even have a chance?” He wasn't facing her so she had no idea how he had reacted to her question. She wished she was Jean Grey then she could just pluck the information she wanted from his mind.
“I don’t know.” Connor ran his hand over his head and stopped to scratch the back. He opened the door, “On a lighter note, I could pick you up tomorrow to make up for ruining your dinner.”
“You’ll take me out with out the hoe-bag?”
“We could spend the day together like old times.” He reassured her leaning against her door frame. As always, half in half out. “Has your appetite come back?” As if on cue Mia’s stomach growled obnoxiously. They both laughed at the sound, “C’mon I’m pretty sure I saw your dad put a plate for you in the microwave. It might even still be hot.”