Chapter 1
He greeted the dawn every morning with a lonely sigh and cup of black coffee in hand. Cable wasn’t sleeping much these days. Call it restlessness or old age, he didn’t care.
He sighed yet again as the old rocking chair creaked under his weight.
A cool breeze sent a chill down his spine, but the rising sun sent its warm rays to heat him.
The warmth of the sunlight reminded Nathan of her; everything did. He’d lost count of how many years it’d been, it didn’t matter though, every day felt like an eternity.
(But I miss you in the mornings when I see the sun
Something in the orange tells me we're not done)
Before you were Nathan’s wife you were his long time partner, sliding through time together, taking names and kicking ass.
That was how he lost you though. The device he used to glide through the timeline malfunctioned, leaving you lost somewhere in the vastness of time. Cable always believed some ill-intentioned someone had tampered with it. The two of you had made your fair share of enemies throughout your timeline escapades.
Cable searched every crack and crevice of time trying to find you, called for you until his lungs gave out. But you never answered.
His device wore down over time and being stuck in the 21st century meant he didn’t have the technology to repair it to its full potential. So there he sat in his cabin in the woods, alone. He glanced over at the empty rocking chair next to him, anger and grief filling his chest.
Cable knew in his heart you were still out there. You were a survivor; someone who was fierce and untamed, and, albeit, bullhead at times. That was one of the many reasons he married you. He’d find you, even if it took until the end of his days, he’d find you.
(Your voice only trembles when you try to speak
Take me back to us dancing, this wood used to creak)
*Flashback* {Cable didn’t dance, but he did just this once only because you two were in the privacy of your living room and it was your favorite song.
You smirked at him, knowing he was actually enjoying himself.
“What?” You questioned him as his eyes weren’t leaving you, not even for a moment.
“Nothing” he smirked. “Just thinkin’ ‘bout marrying you one of these days.”
The biggest smile crossed your face.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Cable replied, spinning you around.
“Well…” you spun back around into his embrace. “You’ve got yourself a deal Nathan Summers.”}
(It'll be fine by dusk light I'm telling you, baby
These things eat at your bones and drive your young mind crazy)
When Cable did sleep, he was plagued by nightmares, often waking up in a panic about losing you.
It was painful when he moved through time, feeling the atoms of his being shift as he slid through time. But the worst pain was watching your hand slip from his as you disappeared into God knows where.
Cable awoke from a bad dream, your last words carved into his brain
“Cable?!”
That was all, just one word. His name. Instead of you whispering his name in a sweet, soft song, it was being cried out at the top of your lungs, panicked.
He rolled over to grab the unfinished beer from the nightstand. He chugged it, hoping it would help erase that memory, at least for the night.
A faint beeping interrupted the silence that lingered.
It progressively got louder.
“What the fu-?” Cable muttered to himself.
The temporal dial.
It was flashing red; A distress signal.
The year 2093.
It was her, Cable was positive.
Cable scrambled to put on his suit and get her his weapons. It had to be her. Had to be.