Lost in their Past

Chapter 55:- The Cliff

Delia had lost track of time days ago.

She'd engrossed herself in her work, both research and doing Ailsa's bidding, which ironically, Delia found empowering. After the debacle with Elementary Three, she was more careful.

Delia could easily analyze the situation and direct the teams to where they needed to go within a moment. But that wasn't the reason Ailsa was proud of Delia, the reason was that she'd learned to identify a lost cause when necessary.

It broke Delia's heart but desperate times called for desperate measures.

Delia was hoping to share her theory with Spencer and work again after such a long time. But the news of his disappearance had been unsettling, of course, she wasn't supposed to know it.

Delia had overheard her conversation with Charlus, Alain, and her son.

Her son, who was barely grown-up was fighting in war because his parents had dropped out of their war. Their burden had fallen to his shoulders.

Delia sighed as she engrossed herself in the ancient texts she'd requested from Ailsa, the stelae's, and the manuscripts were written when the Xovier was first founded.

"You know," Grace said, "I think you should bite the end of your specs."

Since most of her work was theoretical, Delia had made Grace's patient room her own office. She was sitting on a chair feet away from her reading in her glasses when Grace had interrupted.

"Why?"

"Just... do it." Grace had a certain mischievous smile on her face which Delia didn't like.

She, however, did do what was asked of her. Delia bit the end of her black spectacle.

Seeing her, Grace mimicked an arrow set out to pierce her heart. "I bet if James was alive right now, he would make sweet love to you right here on this table."

Delia looked down in embarrassment, Grace had resorted to humor as the prime source of entertainment as her health worsened. She tried to put on her brave face, which fooled most but not Delia. After all, she'd spent too much time with the black-haired to be fooled by her false projection of bravery.

"Here," she tossed Grace the Unown.

"Again?" Grace exasperated, "I've already done this like a hundred times, I'm telling you your toy doesn't work."

"It's not a toy, it's an m-unown! And this time, try to connect."

"Potato-po-tah-to," Grace grabbed ahold of the omega unown.

A sigh escaped her lips as she closed her eyes. Her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to connect with the omega. But no matter how hard her forehead creased, the golden Omega didn't bulge. It sat quietly in her arm like a pet rock.

"It's not working," Grace sighed, "are you sure it's not dead?"

Delia sighed as she got up from the chair, leaving behind hundreds of scrolls she was translating. She sat at the end of Grace's bed and took ahold of the omega.

She looked at its fine features with curious eyes, the sunlight piercing through the glass bounced off its surface and directly into her eyes.

"Were you desperate?" She asked, quoting Gary.

"As desperate as James when he was trying to get you to go out with him."

"Says the woman who got knocked up by Mark Jorum."

The omega didn't bulge but the two best friends broke into a laugh.

Samuel remembered the last time he sat on the cliff overlooking the violent shores of Haldfest.