Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Men, only a whole lot of mess, a whole bunch of OC's I pumped into this story, you should know them by know if you read my previous stories in this serie, and the plot. I do so love the plot. This disclaimer stands for the entire story, unless otherwise stated at the beginning of the chapter.

WARNING: This story is the 4th in my Mutant Underground Universe, you should read Just a Girl, Fighting Destiny, Vacation and perhaps I can't give up if you want to understand my characters. I also have permission to use Agent-G's OC's named Vincent, Mary, Benny, Jack and Jill for this.

A/N: I'd also like it if you read Agent-G's works, he is writing a story set in this universe, at (up and about) the same time as this story.

Agent-G: Well, I hope I live up to expectations with this. And yeah, that scene would be very funny, though I'm also partial to the one when Shadow hears that Marianne is engaged to Michael (cough) big-borther-syndrom (cough)

Shattered Resistance - Sidney says hi

Marianne was violently shaken out of her research by an alarm going of. An alarm she had hoped never to hear. The alarm that meant that the betrayal she, Michael, Sidney, Desiree and a few others had found out about. With her hands shaking, she pressed the button that would set of the alarm through-out the entire safehouse.

Marianne took of her lab-coat and grabbed her cell-phone, dialing the first number, Xavier's.

"Sidney says hi," she said as soon as she heard Xavier speak and hung up. That was the warning she had told him she would use. So much was contained withing those three words. 'You need to evacuate now' 'People will get killed' 'You need to survive'. Not noticing that she was crying, Marianne dialed the next number, repeating the three words, as did she with the next, and the next. She lost track of how many.

She saw her computers shutting down, good. Michael was destroying every tid-bit of data they had. It wouldn't do much good, Marianne realised, they probably had infiltrated the top of Mutant Underground as well.

When the last person was called, she threw the phone with shattering force against the wall, making sure it would be of no further use. She took out the bat she kept hidden under her desk, they could take no risk and even though she was destroying years worth of information, she did not waver as she swung the bat, did not wince when it crashed through her computer, but she did cry.

Tears were shed for the lives that would be ruined, wasted like it was nothing.

Down stairs, Marianne realised, Ben was doing the very same thing, destroying his research. Not one scrap of data would be left for those haters to benefit from.

More and more rage was let out by her strikes, glass shattered, untill finally, worn out, tired and done with crying, Marianne swung the bat through the room, before crumbling to the ground.

Why was this happening? Why did they let it happen? All they wanted was to be left alone, to be left to live in peace.

"Ssssh," Marianne heard Michael's voice as he embraced her, "we'll make it, Anne. I need you to be strong for a bit more, we have to tell the refugees that they are being evacuated."

"We'll make it," Marianne repeated, drawing strength from him being close to her.

Marianne would also be evacuated. Neither of them knew where, it was safer that way. Michael would go and fight, defend safehouses under attack.

"I hope Shadow is alright," Marianne found herself saying, she even found herself hoping that Pietro would be allright, and she couldn't stand the guy!

"Shadow is an idiot with more luck then is good for him. Ofcourse he'll be allright," Michael shot her a grin, but it didn't reach his eyes.

Marianne could see that he was worried for her. Not knowing what to say, she got to her feet, took his hand and went to instruct the refugees. But how could they say that the one organization they had trusted to provide them with safety had been infiltrated and betrayed from the inside out?

There was no easy way to bring it, no way to soften the blow and for once, no one turned to 'mom' or 'dad' to make it all better, because everyone could see that this was too big. They would try, but that was all they could do.

After announcing the impending evacuation, Marianne and Michael retreated to discuss things with the team. Ben, Sarah, Tank and Luka.

"We can't take everyone at once," Ben stated as soon as the couple was seated, "we don't have enough room in the jet."

"How many do you need to leave behind?" Michael asked, "you can come back for them. Look, I know this may sound harsh, and it is, I know. We can't save everyone, we have to try and save as many as we can, but in the end, people will be killed. Leave those who don't want to be saved. We would only waste precious time on them we need to save those who want to be saved."

"We all understand, Michael. We don't like it, but we understand and will keep to it," Luka said with a resigned nod.

"We need to leave five, we'll come back for them, but even without the five, we would still have more people on then we have seats," Ben continued.

"Then I volunteer to stay behind, four more," Marianne immediately said, a sharp glare around the table convinced everyone to go along with that.

"Then I'll stay too," Sarah stated before Marianne could object, "You're not a fighter, Marianne, I am. Three more."

Luka moved to volunteer, but Marianne was too fast.

"No, Luka, Ben needs a co-pilot. That's you. We'll ask the refugees for volunteers," the younger doctor shook her head, her voice left no room to argue.

"Tank and I are needed for defending safehouses. We'll be leaving after you and Luka leave with the first batch. And from now on, everyone who has a codename shall go by it, for as long as this may take," Michael added.

This statement was followed by grim nodds. Of the table, only Luka did not have a codename and Tank had taken his codename as his name.

'We look as if we're preparing for war,' Marianne mused with some bitterness.

- = With Xavier = -

"That's everyone, professor," Jean walked towards the professor, "Storm is already at the island making sure everything runs smoothly and..."

"We can't leave!" Jean was interrupted by Samantha's cry, Jean blinked surprised: she had just left Samantha at the island they were taking refuge to. The girl must have snuck on board again, she concluded.

"Why can't we leave?" Jean turned to the girl.

"Marianne and Michael ain't here yet! We can't leave them," Samantha sniffled at the thought of leaving her two caretakers behind.

"Sam, Michael and Marianne told us to leave, they're probably already some where safe. And what are you doing here? Scott and I just took you to the island!" the redhead turned to look at the child.

"I... uh... kinda snuck back on," Samantha ducked her head, but then looked up again, "are you sure they're safe?"

The look in the child's eyes was older then her years, and an intense fear carried inside of it to have harm come to those she cared for.

"I'm sure they're doing the best they can, Sam," Jean tried to evade the question and started to follow the professor into the jet, but the eight year old would have none of it.

"Gimme an answer," she trailed after Jean, "gimme an answer now or I'll... I'll... I'll tell Kurt who warned Scott about the purple haircolouring in his shampoo!"

Jean froze in her track and turned around: "You wouldn't..."

"Uhuh! I would!" Samantha put her hands on her hips and tried to glare at Jean.

"Allright, I'll tell you what I know. Just don't tell anyone about that. What I know is that Marianne will be pulling duty at another evacuation post as doctor, I don't know what Michael is supposed to do, I'm guessing that he'll be protecting one of the evacuation posts," Jean smiled sadly at the young girl.

"They have to save more people," just like that, the child's eyes showed her true age again as she firmly believed that Marianne and Michael would save more people.

- = Back with Marianne and Michael = -

"You two be carefull, allright?" Marianne looked at the two other men who would be leaving.

"You know us," Tank grinned.

"Tank, for as long as I've known you, you've NEVER been carefull," she punched him on the arm.

"I'll keep him in line, Fantasy, don't worry. When this all is over, we'll be together, and we'll get married," Michael pulled her close to him, resting his head against hers.

"Everything will be fine," Marianne said softly, a small smile spreading on her face, "now get going, the sooner we finish this, the better."

"Yes," Michael let go and smiled at her, "I love you, Fantasy, make sure you stay safe. And remembere, you have to be strong."

"I am strong, Gun," Marianne shook her head, "I'll be strong for as long as I need to be. And I love you too."

"Tank, if ya get hurt, not even your invulnerability will save ya from me," Sarah meanwhile half glared at the other man.

"Your concern is touching," Tank laughed, everything will be fine. Those guys won't know what hit 'm."

And with that, they left, leaving Marianne and Sarah with the last three refugees, waiting for their evacuation.