GENRE: some fluff ?
WARNINGS: apocalypse warning. ew.
NOTES: i changed the request a little, i'm sorry. but i hope you like it faith133!!!!!

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A blinding white light enveloped you and Apocalypse. Alex had to throw his arm up to block his eyes from it, but that didn't stop him from stumbling towards where you were. His body ached from the fight, and his chest burnt with every staggered breath he took - but he needed to get to you. He stumbled up the stairs of the building to where everyone else was, blinking and squinting against the powerful blaze that your other side was exerting.

What felt like moments before, he was saving you from Angel, your hands shaking as you held onto him, him having shot the mutants out of the sky before he could hit you with his bladed feathers. He'd immediately turned to see if you were okay, a hand on your cheek and a worried look in his clear blue eyes. And now you were saving him; no, you were saving the world.

Ignoring the mutants calling out to him, he staggered closer and closer to you, reaching the edge of the building. He knew what you were doing, and he knew that you needed to do it to defeat Apocalypse, but he didn't want your other side to take you with him. The whiteness burnt against his skin, and he could feel the heat enveloping him.

"(Y/n)," He called out, knowing that despite his breathless tone, you could hear him.

"Alex, get back," For a moment, he thought it was you, but when he realized it was Jean who was touching his arm, pulling him away from you, he squirmed. He jerked away from her grip, denying her as he looked up into the light, hearing Apocalypse scream out in pain, his voice layered with so many others causing a tingling to shoot down Alex's spine.

Jean was trying so hard to get through to you, her jaded eyes flickering open and closed as she called out to you, You'll kill yourself!, she yelled desperately, I can't lose you. We can't lose you.

You were perfectly conscious of their voices, but pushed through it. You could feel Apocalypse breaking apart like sand falling through your fingers. Despite the pain that was threatening to rip you apart with him, you carried on.

Your mind reeled with thoughts to keep you alive, to keep you going.

You pictured the first days at Charles' school, struggling to find your footing in a world that was afraid of you. You remembered the whispers and the stares that you got from even your own people; they feared your powers just like you had in the beginning. But it wasn't long until she found you. Jean could hear your thoughts, they were loud, and powerful, and lonely - she imagined it was how hers sounded. The first time you'd spoken, you'd blurted out how beautiful her red hair was. It still made you cringe to this day, but remembering the way her lips pulled into a genuine smile in reply, you couldn't bring yourself to have your first meeting go any other way. Jean was your best friend, no matter how much younger she was, and she only proved it the longer you spent together. Her thoughts in your head as you picked apart Apocalypse piece by piece; they proved it. You knew she loved you, and that was just another reason to push through the excruciating pain.

Another reason was the man that stood only a few metres behind you, disregarding the way the others stayed at a safe distance. You knew he must've been in pain, but that didn't stop him from pleading, and begging, and holding his hand out for you to come back to him. He didn't want your other side to take over completely like he knew it could, and he didn't want you to die. At least you knew that he could accept that it was for the greater good if it did happen, even if you could picture him being stubborn about it. That almost made you smile.

Another wave of energy left your body, causing Apocalypse to collapse onto the earth, your power waning slightly as you floated closer to the floor in turn.

Alex and you had met when he brought his younger brother to school, and it didn't taken long before something had developed. Everyone said it was because you could keep up with his snarkiness; the look on his face when you first returned his banter was priceless and awfully cute. You spent a lot of time together, just sitting shoulder to shoulder, or talking for hours. He'd send you the prettiest smiles, and tell you how much you mean to him. And God, if he wasn't proving that as of that moment, you didn't know what possibly could. You had such a big place in his life, and in his heart, he wasn't prepared to let you go.

You were growing weaker by the second, and Apocalypse wasn't dying any faster. As your feet touched down on the ground, he was using the last of his will to fight back. Alex backed away slightly at the sight, chest heaving with anxiety as he released havoc on Apocalypse, his beam pushing the mutant further into the ground.

You body felt weak, and you felt lightheaded. You stumbled slightly from your position, your balance giving in as your head spun. As your vision began to blur over, you saw pieces of rubble and debris ramming into Apocalypse. And then you saw nothing.

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You woke up to the feeling of familiar sheets beneath your fingers, your head resting on your pillow that smelt of laundry day at the mansion; or maybe a little bit of Alex, who lay in bed with you until the early hours of the morning, whispering to you.

You opened your eyes to see your room, and if you didn't think too hard, it was almost as if you were waking up on a normal day. But then again, there wasn't usually a chair next to your bed, and Jean usually wasn't in it, watching you sleep.

Blinking a few more times, you peered up at her. A relieved sigh left her lips once she saw you were awake, a smile drifting onto her face.

"Hey, Jean," You greeted lazily, your voice coming out like you hadn't spoken in a while.

"Hey, (Y/n)," She replied, observing as you sat up slowly, the blood rushing to your head causing you to pause.

"God, my head is killing me," You were leaning up on your elbow, other hand against your temple as you shifted upwards.

Jean chuckled, grabbing a glass of water from your bedside table to hand to you. "Yeah, that tends to happen when you smack it against the floor," She remarked. You took it with trembling hands, taking a gulp. "Or defeat Apocalypse," She added nonchalantly, and you immediately pulled the glass from your lips.

"I did it?" You asked, mind finally beginning to settle on what happened before you had blacked out.

She nodded, "Yeah, you and your other side . . . I mean . . . We're all alive, aren't we?" Her eyes drifted over to the window in your room, as if she was tuning into the voices of everyone outside the room, "And maybe with a little help from us right at the end."

There was a silence in the room for a moment, and you placed your glass down. You recalled how Alex had gone at him, and then Erik, and then Charles and Jean. "I remember," You whispered.

Jean paused slightly, lips pursing as she found her gaze connecting with yours again, "You're really powerful, (Y/n) . . . a lot more than we all thought."

You let out a slow breath, nodding. You didn't think you'd be able to do something like that. You didn't think Apocalypse would ever die. Taking a moment to drink it in, you asked, "How long have I been asleep?"

"Five days," She told you, "Almost everyone came to visit and check up on you. Charles, Jubilee, Peter, Kurt, Scott, Hank . . . Hell, even Erik came around," She laughed a little, causing you to smile lightly in reply. You were grateful that you had people like them to support you and care for you.

Noticing a name was left off of her list, you began to fiddle with the blanket between your fingers. "And Alex . . .?" You asked, words soft.

Her face split into a grin. "I couldn't get him to leave for the first two days. He slept on this chair, all curled up like a dog. It was cute. Though, eventually Scott pulled him away. Every now and again he stands in the doorway and just watches over you," She jutted her finger to your bedroom door that seemed to have been permanently opened with a doorstop.

Your cheeks couldn't help but warm at her words, and as if reading your mind, she said, "He loves you, you know? He tried to do everything in his power to stop you from getting killed. He was the one that first helped you."

Your heart felt full at her words - full, but heavy. You didn't quite know what to say. You loved him back, you really did; but you never knew how or when was the right time to express it so fully. Sometimes you'd let it slip, in a compliment, in a loving touch, in the way you looked at him. You thought that he'd figured it out, but for some reason, now you weren't so sure. Your stomach rushed with a happy feeling; he cared for you so immensely, and you knew, that if it was the other way around, you would have reacted the same for him.

"He's coming. Him and Charles," She told you, pointing to her head as an explanation.

You nodded, smiling at her. "Thank you, Jean," You whispered to her wholeheartedly, "I heard you when I was up there. I love you, too. You don't ever have to worry about losing me." You reached out your hand to touch her knee, squeezing it before letting go as you heard the two men enter the room.

She smiled at you softly, before getting up to leave.

Looking over at Charles, he gave you a knowing look, peering up at Alex, who stood behind his shoulder.

"Hi," You remarked awkwardly.

Alex just stared at you in reply, eyes alive with hundreds of emotions that you couldn't begin to comprehend, his lips parted in shock that you'd finally woken up. His feet seemed to move towards you without much comprehension by his brain, and soon, he had enveloped you in a hug, so tight and so warm.

When he pulled away, his eyes had brimmed with tears, and he looked so overwhelmed with happiness and love that it nearly stole the breath from your lungs.

"I'm okay," You reassured him, a hand lifting up to brush a strand of his hair from his face.

He looked like he was trying to formulate something to say, but he couldn't. He pulled away from you, simply sinking into the chair across from you in disbelief, and relief similar to the girl that had previously sat there.

"Are you feeling alright?" Charles finally voiced, wheeling closer to you so that he was by the foot of your bed. His eyes flickered from you, to Alex, who was still collecting himself, eyes glued to you as he leaned forward in his chair, a hand over his mouth.

Jean told you, didn't she?, Charles asked you gently inside of your head.

She did, you allowed a smile to drift onto your face.

He nodded slowly, trying to hold back a grin. I think you might have broken him. He's really head over heals.

Don't worry, I'll fix him, you remarked as you looked over to him. His eyes were still as bright as anything, and you swore you could see them twinkle in amazement - just looking at you.

"I couldn't be better," You finally answered, reaching your hand out to Alex for him to hold, sighing soundlessly once his fingers slipped between yours.