Bastion doesn't enjoy the finer things in this useless, wriggling life. But he does enjoy you...

[ i want him BAD i can't explain myself ]

tags: Bastion, X-Men, X-Men '97

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Bastion wasn't a very sentimental man, and he never would be. Honestly, he wasn't much of a man at all -- more machine than human.

That was just the way the cookie crumbled.

Unfortunately, that same cookie crumbling gave him you. His best friend. Met you in elementary school, and you were about the only person to stick with him, other than his mom.

You were perfect to him, a bastion of the human race. Until he found out you weren't, that you were a mutant.

Things got a little... grey from there. One little spot where black and white mixed to give him the one mutant he couldn't kill, the one mutant he couldn't enslave.

The one mutant that was human.

That was why he kept you close now, never letting you out of his sight for longer than a minute. Hell, he'd even convinced you to sleep in the same bed with him, just to be safe.

Not that he slept. No, he just lay there, watching you. You were beautiful. Silent. Perfect.