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Revelations of Destiny	By : Kellendros Category: Kim Possible > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 63461 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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The private beach was mostly empty at this time of day. Only a few sunbathers and a single surfer were dedicated enough to hang on for those last few minutes before the sun finally set behind them and plunged the beach into the comparative chill of a spring night in Florida. There were even less people in the park built on a slight rise overlooking the beach—only one to be precise, looking out on the ocean as she stood leaning up against the black iron guardrail that divided the walkway from the smooth green lawn next to it.

As the old woman moved past the line of beach house condos bordering the park that in turn bordered the beach, she took in all of these things as she looked around suspiciously. She didn’t like the fact that after only a short delay, it had been so easy to find the information she’d sought, nor the coincidence that the woman she wanted to speak with was here in her hometown now, right around the same time she’d started trying to find a way to contact her.

It could just be chance, but she doubted it. This was not a woman in the habit of being caught off guard by anything, and despite her extraordinary abilities, she only took risks when it was necessary to do so. In spite of that however, here she was, alone in a park behind a string of high-class condos, with no apparent sign of guards anywhere in sight—and the old woman was far more skilled at noticing those kinds of things than anyone would ever expect her to be. Though she supposed that in this day and age of technological marvels, there might be some new gizmo or doodad she didn’t know about that made guards obsolete now. Or kept them from her view, as the case might be.

Still… it was suspicious… very suspicious indeed.

Nonetheless, this was what she’d been looking for, so she had no choice but to proceed. Steeling herself for the encounter that was about to come, the old woman moved down the walkway with a surprisingly spry, graceful pace for someone of her advanced age. In only a few moments she entered the small open area the other woman was standing in and moved to stand a short distance away from her.

They made a strange pair, standing there. One old and grey, with her steel-grey hair in a wavy up-do and wearing a frumpy sweater over her dowdy dress, and the other young and strong, with a stylish sleeveless, open-front robe worn over a short sleeved crop top and shorts, along with a pair of well-worn brown leather hiking boots. And yet… despite how the old woman looked like a tiny china doll next to the powerfully muscled younger woman that towered over her, there was still a certain… similarity between them as well. It was in the eyes. The old woman’s fern-green eyes were still bright and lively behind her square-rimmed spectacles, while the younger woman’s gold-flecked hazel eyes seemed to hold an air of age that belied their youthful gleam.

For a time they stood in silence, neither looking at the other, and neither willing to speak, but finally, as if it were inevitable, the younger woman said; “Hello Lynn. It’s been a long time.”

Lynn had tried to prepare herself for this. She’d thought she’d been ready, thought she had long ago put everything behind her. But when she heard those smooth, sultry, smoked-honey tones once more, she felt her throat constrict as the old, old pain buried deep within her rose up to the surface. It had been nearly a decade and a half since she’d last seen her, and still, it was as if it had just been yesterday—and further back, decades earlier, the core pain of what should have been the last time they’d seen one another still pulsed a dull, cold, and deeply empty ache to the center of her being; an old wound that had grown over, but would never truly heal.

“Hello Corscan,” Lynn answered after a long moment trying to get a hold of herself. Despite the slight quaver of age in her voice, it was still strong and forceful, though it took some doing to keep it that way with the unwanted emotions churning through her. “You’re looking well, as always.” Lynn mentally winced as she reflexively added the polite yet inane pleasantry.

“An’ you’re lookin’ old.” Corscan answered with a cold and distant cruelty, turning her flinty mostly-grey eyes to Lynn.

“So tell me Lynn; why would an old woman who should be tryin’ to make the most of her life as she totters off into the sunset be usin’ ancient, barely remembered protocol to access tertiary contacts from the network? If I weren’t in such a benevolent frame of mind, that sort of thing could send an old woman to her grave before what little time she has left runs out on its own.”

“I needed to speak with you Corscan, and this was the only way I knew how to get in contact with you.”

“Then talk already. You know how busy I am.” Corscan answered grimly.

“You made a promise to me fifteen years ago, when I found out what you were doing and I let you—”

“You didn’t let me do anythin’ Lynn!” Corscan snapped in a tone of sharp, snarling menace. “Don’t think that just because of what we were you can forget who I am! You lost that right a long time ago.”

Despite her intentions for this confrontation, despite her preparation, it all crumbled when she saw it; the pain was still there in her. No one else could have seen it—all they would have seen was the cold anger—but Lynn knew Corscan better than anyone else alive, and she could see it. It was in the way her hands clenched. It was in the way her shoulders tensed. It was there in the depths of her eyes, nearly grey now with the strength of her cold ferocity, hiding behind that wall of anger so that only she could have seen it.

Oh dear god, it’s still there… Lynn thought mournfully. But still, it was her duty to try and protect the girl.

“Please Corscan, you can’t do this to her.” Lynn pleaded softly.

“You forget that I can do whatever the hell I want Lynn! For the sake of what we were, I promised you I wouldn’t make her fall in love with me, but that’s all I promised you! Wherever she ends up on her own isn’t my problem!”

With tears brimming in her eyes, Lynn drew a shuddering breath and forced herself to speak steadily. “I’m begging you Corscan; don’t do this. If we ever meant anything—”

“Enough!” Corscan shouted, scything her right hand up and around to stab a rigid finger at Lynn. “If you’re so worried about this then you can tell her all about me Lynn! You know everythin’, don’t you? You were part of it for all those years after all! An’ while you’re at it, you can tell her how I loved you more than anyone else too, even—” Corscan paused, swallowing a painful lump in her throat. “Even Natasha.”

“I offered you the world Lynn; everythin’ I was and everythin’ I had, an’ you turned your back on that! Turned your back on me! All so you could go off an’ find a ‘nice man’ to settle down with in order to squeeze out a few babies an’ be a dutiful little wife an’ mother like all ‘good’ little girls were expected to be! You let the world tell you how to live your life Lynn, all because you were too much of a coward to face who you were—be who you were—an’ stand up to it for yourself! I don’t owe you a goddamn thing anymore Lynn! Not after that betrayal! So if you’re so fuckin’ worried about me then you just go tell her what you know your god damn self!”

“I… I…” Lynn couldn’t speak; it hurt too much seeing Corscan like this, and remembering the cause.

Corscan took a deep breath and straightened, relaxing suddenly as her demeanor shifted to one of cold resolve.

“Don’t ever try an’ contact me again Lynn. This will be the last time we see one another.” Corscan said with an air of chill finality, turning her back on Lynn and stalking away with a long, determined stride, her light robe billowing in the breeze that had sprung up.

Lynn watched Corscan go with tears brimming in her eyes. Part of her wanted nothing more than to go to her and beg her forgiveness, to comfort her in her pain, but the time for that had passed far, far too long ago. Another part of her wanted to rage and force her to stay, to keep up the confrontation until she had won, but that part… that part couldn’t stand up to the rest, and it died a slow, painful death within her as she watched Corscan leave.

For the first time in her life, Lynn truly felt as old as she was. Older. She’d made numerous mistakes over the many years she’d lived, and paid for them all, but this was the one for which she’d paid the greatest price. It hurt. She was old and tired and helpless and it hurt.

“I’m sorry Corscan… I’m so sorry…” Lynn whispered as tears slowly tracked their way down her wrinkled face.

The old woman stood looking out on the eternal sea with unseeing eyes, while the few remaining young people on the beach finally conceded to the march of time, preparing to leave as the sinking sun heralded the oncoming night with its fiery glory. As they left, she wondered if she would find peace in the darkness that was coming for her. If, when it finally came, she could at last lie down and rest without the pain she carried haunting her anymore. Would there be absolution in oblivion, or would she be forced to carry this grief and guilt until the end of all time?
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