-1Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, but the OC's. Don't sue blah blah, you get the picture. This is all for fun, not for profit so enjoy!
This is set in between the three different X-Men Movies. The story begins a little before the first movie and progresses through the trilogy. Oh yeah, and did I mention there's going to be MANY crossovers? Mostly minor characters, some you may recognize, some you may not. But over all this is an X-Men fic.
Lucy is an original Character. If you want a face to put on her, review and I'll post a link. Zhen, is Zhen Lei from Mission Impossible 3 (think Maggie Q if you want a face to put to the character).
Yes there's some slash, so go away if you don't want any. This going to be Jean/OC Jean/Marie Marie/OC fic. It's hard to explain cause many things change through the fic so putting the pairings up is hard at this point.
Chapter one takes place not too long before the first movie.
The mansion was particularly quiet this Thursday night. The majority of the students were already in their rooms, getting ready to sleep. Even the older students were in their rooms, the common rooms and kitchen were left alone for once. Scott and Professor Xavier were out of town to collect two new students named John and Bobby . Jean and Storm were left to hold the fort down for the upcoming three day weekend. Jean was preoccupied in the medical lab, while Storm was, well, she was on the thigh-master in the mansion's extremely well equipped gym.
The front door suddenly shook under a pounding fist. Security monitors flickered on to show two women at the mansion's front doors. One was slumped against the other, barely able to stay on her feet. The other had one arm around her companion's shoulders, her other hand was knocking roughly on the heavy wooden doors. Storm was off the machine in an instance, her foot steps echoed in the metallic halls as she sprinted to the med lab. The doors to the lab slid over right as Storm reached out to press the button.
"Jean, have you seen our visitors?" Storm asked, a slight sheen of moisture glistened on her tanned skin.
"Yes, let's go see what they want," Jean said pulling her lab coat off.
"Jean, they're carrying guns," Storm said as she followed Jean to the elevator.
"Really?" Jean said, looking at one of many security monitors scattered through the mansion again. Both women on the screen were clad in black tactical gear. Each had a sidearm strapped to a thigh, and a submachine gun hanging on a shoulder strap. "How did they get past the outer security?" Jean mused aloud.
"I don't know, but I'm pretty sure they're not trying to break in," Storm said, studying the screen. "They're knocking,"
"Ok, let's talk to them before letting them in," Jean said, a pensive look on her face. She watched as Storm nodded in agreement with pursed lips.
At the front door, Storm peeked through the looking glass and saw that the women looked completely worn out and beaten. Drying blood framed the face of the woman who was knocking. The woman slumped against her friend had one hand clutched tightly to her torso. Even in the dark Storm could see the shining dark liquid slowly covering the entire front of the girl's torso.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" I healthier woman asked softly.
"I think I have to," the heavily injured young woman replied.
"Ok," her friend replied. She lifted her fist against and struck the doors. "Hello? Is someone home?"
"We're going to let you in, but please remove your firearms," Storm's commanding voice said through the doors.
Storm and Jean looked at the usually hidden security monitor and watched as the two women began to remove their weapons. The injured one smirked as she reached her free arm down to the pistol strapped to her thigh. She chuckled softly as she un-holstered her pistol.
"I didn't think guns would pose as a threat to a mansion full of mutants," the young woman smiled as she slid the magazine out and rested it on the ground. She looked up, directly into the hidden security camera and grinned as she pulled back the breach on the pistol, ejecting the chambered round. A small smile to appeared on Jeans lips as she noticed how resilient the young woman's smile was.
"Sorry about the precautions, but this is a school, and our priority is to keep the students safe," Jean said as she opened the door. She gasped at the sight of the two women. "Storm, we need to get them to the infirmary, now," Jean said.
Down in the medical lab, Storm tended to the less wounded of the two women. Across the room Jean strained to telekinetically lift the other onto the metallic examination table.
"I'm Jean Grey," Jean said, extending a hand.
"Lucy," the young woman smiled weakly as she took Jean's hand.
"How exactly did you two end up here?" Jean asked, snapping on a pair of latex gloves.
"I'm not at liberty to tell you how, but I'll tell you why," said Lucy. Jean looked down and busied herself with a tray of medical supplies as two honeyed brown eyes no so secretively swept up and over Jean's form.
"So, tell me why you came here," Jean said, humoring her cheeky patient.
"I think…I know I need help," Lucy said slowly, grimacing as she peeled the blood soaked black wife beater off her sticky abdomen. She inhaled sharply as Jean pressed a moist towel to the bloodied skin.
"Sorry," Jean said quickly at the sound of the younger woman gasping.
"No, it's ok, it was just colder than I expected," Lucy said, placing a hand on the older woman's wrist. Two pairs of eyes shot to that hand on a wrist. Both women's gazes slowly ventured away as Lucy faked a coughed and retracted her hand.
"Um, Lucy? Where's the wound?" Jean asked quietly. Lucy looked down at her stomach and sighed. With all the blood wiped away, all that was visible in the bright lab lights was Lucy's smooth bronzed skin.
"This is why I need help," Lucy said, slowly looking up at Jean.
"You're a mutant?" Jean asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I don't know," said Lucy.
"Ah, so that's why you're here," Jean smiled. The smile faded as she noticed the pensive look on the young woman's face. "Can you tell me more about your abilities?"
"Abilities? Huh, that's a funny way to put it, I'm not sure if I'd call it an ability," muttered Lucy.
"Lucy, let me help you, ok? You're safe here," Jean said softly.
"I never felt unsafe in the first place," Lucy smiled dryly. She slowly reached into her waistband and produced shiny mirrored folding knife about the length of her entire hand. She set the knife on the medical tray and offered another grim smile.
"Well, maybe I should have patted you down more thoroughly and not rushed you to medical attention," Jean said, raising an eyebrow.
"You know I'm harmless," Lucy said wryly. Jean followed Lucy's gaze across the room to settled on her friend's still figure seated on a reclining examination chair.
Is she ok? Jean asked Storm.
"Zhen's fine," said Storm, not bothering to turn around to face Jean and Lucy.
"How did you-" Lucy stammered, glancing between the two women.
"I asked her," Jean smiled.
"You're a telepath too," said Lucy.
Yes, now are you going to tell me why you're here? Jean thought, looking directly at Lucy.
"Well, uh, I…Do you have any blood bags here?" Lucy asked softly, eyes on her shoes.
"Yes, we have a small private blood bank, for emergencies, why?" asked Jean.
"Well, unless you want to open a vein for me, I can't show you what my, ability, is," Lucy said, pausing on the word ability.
"Ok, I'll get one, any specific type?" Jean asked from where she paused at the door to the cryogenics lab.
"Warm," said Lucy, her eyes locked on her knife, brows furrowed.
"Hey, Storm is going to get me to a shower and some new clothes, are you going to be ok for a little bit?" Zhen asked, squeezing Lucy's shoulder. Lucy looked up to meet Zhen's tired hazel eyes.
"Yeah, I'll be fine," smiled Lucy. "You think you can come up with a sufficient excuse to why we're hanging around in upstate New York?" smirked Lucy.
"Don't get cheeky, you're the reason why we're here," said Zhen, the animosity in her voice overshadowed by the twinkle in her eyes.
"Yeah, I know, I owe you," Lucy said, looking up from her hands.
"No, you don't. And don't worry, we're not on call until next Thursday, plus, the IMF has many other agents on call anyways," Zhen said, sliding her hand down to Lucy's hand.
"Thanks Zhen, just give us away to civilians," Lucy said, looking to Storm.
"Give what away?" Jean said, a towel wrapped blood bag in hand.
"IMF, what does that mean? Is that governmental? I haven't heard of that division," Storm said, uncrossing her arms.
"I M what?" Jean said, glancing between Lucy and Zhen as the two tactical gear covered women shot worried looks at each other.
"What that stand for, International-" Storm started to muse aloud.
"Impossible Mission Force," Zhen said.
"What? That just sounds weird," said Storm.
"What and the 'X-Men' sound better?" Lucy shot back.
"How did you," Jean started.
"Top tier agent, trained to be sneaky and just, know things," Lucy said. "I peeked in those files," she added, pointing at a stack of folders under the medical tray next to the table.
"Right, so, IMF…" Storm said, crossing her arms again.
"Don't worry, we don't have any issues with mutants, we're just focused on the bad people, regardless of what form they come in," Zhen said.
"So, your division is mutant friendly?" Jean asked.
"Yes," Zhen said.
"Good, now that we have that out of the way, Zhen, if you would follow me, I'll show you to a room," Storm said.
"Be careful," Zhen said to Lucy before turning to leave with Storm.
"I'll try," Lucy said as she watched Zhen and Storm disappear into the metallic hallway.
"So, why didn't you go to your department's mutant specialists?" Jean asked, setting down the blood bag.
"I'll show you in a second if you let me," Lucy said, looking at Jean who nodded. "I have to warn you this isn't pretty,"
"That's ok, I've seen my share of strange abilities," Jean smiled.
"Ok, if you say so," Lucy said, producing a set of formidable looking handcuffs. She slipped off the examination table and knelt on the ground. "This strong?" Lucy asked, pointing at the solid metal fixtures which held the table to the ground.
"Yes, titanium," Jean said, fighting the urge to lean down to see what the tinkering and clanking was.
"Pass me my knife please," Lucy said from under the table. Jean's eyebrows shot up when she bent down with the knife. Lucy had handcuffed both of her hands around a particularly solid looking pillar of metal. "Thanks," Lucy said, holding Jean's gaze for a few moments.
"Where do you want this?" Jean asked picking up the warmed blood bag.
"Oh, uh, toss that to me in about forty seconds, never mind, you know what? You'll know when," Lucy said.
"Ok," Jean nodded.
With considerable ease, Lucy flipped open the Spyderco Police knife. Jean nearly flinched as the blade's lock clicked audibly in the otherwise silent room.
"Shit," Lucy groaned just before leaning forward onto the blade, shoving the knife into her own chest.
"Lucy!" Jean exclaimed. She rushed forward and wrap her hand around Lucy's in attempt to stop the younger woman from doing anymore damage.
"Get away from me, please," gasped Lucy. With incredible strength, Lucy wrenched the knife in her chest and ripped her wound wider.
"Stop!" cried Jean. She closed her eyes and focused her TK and fought against Lucy's mysteriously powerful hand's. Jean pitched forward as Lucy's entire body suddenly relaxed..
"God, it never get's less painful," Lucy groaned as she slumped back against the table's base.
"Lucy, you have to let me stop the bleeding," Jean said, hurriedly pressing her hands against the younger woman's chest.
"Give me the blood," Lucy coughed.
"What?" Jean asked, her hands not leaving Lucy's bloody front.
"The blood!" Lucy gritted. Jean blinked before reaching for the pouch she had dropped earlier and pressed it into Lucy's still cuffed hands. She watched as Lucy painstakingly pressed the packet to her lips. Rapidly sharpening canines punctured the thick plastic and crimson liquid spilled across Lucy's lips. A few moments later, the packet was drained. Lucy's entire body rocked as she flung herself back against the table's base again. This time, the table itself shook. "God!" Lucy gritted, her knees drawn tightly under her as she convulsed violently. With a grunt, Lucy ripped her handcuffs apart. Jean watched in amazement as Lucy lurched to her feet. Her eyes were on fire. Her fists were clenched, white with tension. Suddenly she was calm again. Lucy blinked, and shook her head a few times. With two steps, she was at the large bucket of water Jean had used to wet the towel earlier. Lucy gathered the front of her completely broken down wife beater in one fist. A quick jerking motion later, Jean found herself staring at Lucy's black sport bra clad toned upper body. Without breaking a sweat, Lucy lifted the ten gallon bucket with one hand and doused herself with water. As the water ran down her bronzed skin, the blood red turned to pink, then disappeared.
"Oh my God," Jean whispered. Only a blotchy pink scar remained, and that was quickly disappearing too.
"Are you beginning to understand my situation?" Lucy growled softly.
"Lucy, you have unprecedented healing abilities! Does this result directly from the consumption of blood?" Jean babbled, unaware of the predatory look glazing Lucy's eyes.
"You're missing the point precious," Lucy said. Jean started as she realized Lucy was slowly cornering her in the room. Lucy shot forward, faster than Jean could see and pressed her up against the examination table.
"Lucy?" Jean whispered as the younger woman pressed the entire length of her body against the tall redhead. Lucy inhaled slowly but deeply at Jean's neck before looking up and capturing her gaze.
"Are you, aroused, doctor?" Lucy smirked.
"What?! No!" Jean said, mortified, increasingly aware that the distance between their faces had vanished.
"I can smell you," Lucy growled lowly in Jean's ear. Jean shuddered as a hand swept down the side of her body. "And it isn't fear I'm smelling," Lucy whispered as her hand reached Jean's ass. Before she could react, Jean was lost in a rough, desire fueled kiss. Lucy smiled to herself when she felt Jean's body loosen and press back into her. Jean unconsciously tilted her head back and exposed her smooth neck.
"Lucy, get away from her," Zhen's cool voice echoed through the medical lab, ripping Lucy's attention from Jean's exposed neck.
"Are you sure you got this under control?" Storm asked from behind Zhen's taut form. Her eyes began to glow white and a chill swept through the room.
"I got this," Zhen said, her hands tightening around the HK USP. "Lucy! Step back!" commanded Zhen.
"Come on Zhen, can't a girl have fun?" Lucy asked, a mocking pout on her lips.
"Jean, get away from her," Zhen said, eyes never leaving Lucy. Lucy watched with hooded eyes as Jean slid off the edge of the examination table.
"Zhen, you might want to use that or put it away," Lucy said, eyes still locked on Jean.
"Lucy?" Zhen asked.
"Do it, I'm not really in control right now," Lucy growled, her eyes completely locked onto the redhead pinned between her and the table.
"Jean, duck!" Zhen said, the sound of three rounds exploding in quick succession punctuated her words. Jean flinched as Lucy staggered back from the force of the rounds slamming into her chest. Before the Jean or Storm could recover from the three loud gunshots, Zhen had darted across the room and tackled Lucy to the ground. In seconds, Zhen had Lucy pressed against the table, hands cuffed tightly behind her back.
"Do I need to get more blood?" Jean asked, visibly shaken.
"No, she's already starting to heal and I don't know what'll happen if she gets more," Zhen said, holding Lucy against the table. "You back on earth?" Zhen asked, looking into Lucy's face.
"Yep," Lucy groaned as Zhen stepped back and took her body weight off of Lucy. Jean and Storm watched as Zhen helped Lucy up onto the table.
"So, about two weeks ago during our pre/post op medical checkups, we started noticing that Lucy's blood levels were dropping. After a week or so, her vitals dropped so significantly, she was pronounced legally dead, but here's the strange part, Lucy was walking around, healthy as can be. Our mutant specialist thought it might be some sort of electronic interference produced by her body, that perhaps it was just the machines not reading her vitals right," Zhen said.
"But, it wasn't," Jean said.
"No, it wasn't," Zhen nodded.
"Continue," Storm said.
"Ok. Lucy seemed fine, so, we didn't really think much of it. It wasn't until three hours ago that we realized she needed help," Zhen said.
"What happened?" Storm asked, approaching Zhen.
"I was putting down a suspect when his buddy popped out from nowhere pulled a .45 and put three in my gut," Lucy croaked from the table, hands still behind her back. "I took the rest of the clip in the chest before going down," Lucy trailed.
"When I found her, I though she was dead. There was blood everywhere," said Zhen.
"I healed, it took about five minutes, but I healed," Lucy said. "Then came the hunger, sorry Zhen," Lucy said weakly, pointing at Zhen's bandaged neck.
"It's nothing more than a big hickey," Zhen sighed, a smiled on her face as she shook her head.
"So, she fed on you?" Jean asked.
"Only a bit," Zhen said, a hint of a smirk on her face.
"Yeah, before wonder woman here flipped me over the edge of a three story building," Lucy said, shooting a look at Zhen.
"You lived," Zhen shot back.
"Yeah, so, I figured we shouldn't go back to our headquarters looking like this without a single mark to show why," Lucy said.
"How did you find out about us?" Storm asked, a touch of defensiveness in her voice.
"Yellow Pages," Lucy quipped.
"Hank McCoy, actually, he's a friend of a friend in our division," said Zhen, giving Lucy a dirty look. "We were lucky to be in the area too,"
I don't trust them Storm thought loudly.
Why? Them seem ok, I don't think they're here to hurt us Jean thought.
She almost bit you, why didn't they tell you about that part Storm thought.
"Our headmaster, Charles Xavier should be back Sunday night, he can probably help us figure out more about your abilities," Jean said, ignoring Storm's last thought.
"But we need to know that you're not going to hurt any of the students," Storm said. "So if there's anything else you'd like to warn us about, now would be nice,"
"I'm sorry, I didn't know I'd react like that, I thought the cuffs would be safe enough," Lucy said. "By the way, can you take these off yet? I'm good I promise," Lucy added, looking over her shoulder and waving her bound hands.
"Sure you're going to bite anyone else?" Storm asked.
"Yeah, just, don't shoot or stab me, I think I've had my fill for the night," Lucy said, stretching after the metal cuffs left her skin.
You think you can handle this? Storm asked Jean.
Yeah, I'll be fine, go to bed Jean responded.
"Ok, well, Zhen knows where your room is and if you need anything Jean's and my room are just down the hall, I'm going to turn in for the night," Storm said, giving Lucy one last wary look before disappearing down the hall.
"I'm going to contact Declan, tell him we'll be gone for a while, I bet the boy thinks we're having a wild affair right now," Zhen sighed.
"Well, whatever he thinks, at least he has our backs," Lucy smirked.
"Right, I'm going to make that call now," Zhen said, backing out of the room.
"I'm sorry about earlier," Lucy said finally, breaking the silence in the room.
"It's ok, you didn't know," Jean said. "So, your vitals really read like your dead?" Jean asked.
"Yeah, try it," Lucy said, offering Jean a wrist.
"Lay down," Jean said, picking up a few monitor pads. "Wow, this is weird, at least your temp is normal," Jean said after a few moments of studying the monitor.
"Really? I've been room temp for the last week, but I haven't told anyone," Lucy said, sitting up to get a peek at the monitor.
"Maybe the blood has an effect on that," Jean said.
"Maybe," Lucy said thoughtfully.
"This is so weird, it's almost like," Jean started.
"I'm a vampire?" Lucy said.
"Yeah, actually,"
"Cept the whole sunlight, garlic, crosses and holy water don't do shit to me," Lucy said.
"But the healing powers, strength and thirst for blood and well, the fact that you seem to be the walking dead seems like it," Jean said, a small smile on her lips.
"Right," Lucy said.
"Wow, it's almost twelve, and I've got classes to teach in the morning," Jean said, catching a glimpse of her watch.
"You're a teacher?" Lucy asked.
"Yes, I am," Jean smiled.
"You're way to hot to be teacher," Lucy said.
"Thanks? You're not going to try to bite me again are you?" Jean joked giving Lucy a mock worried look.
"Not unless you want me to," Lucy grinned, sliding off the table.
"Am I going to have a problem with you soldier?" Jean asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No Ma'am," Lucy said. "And I'm going to leave everything down here, just as a show of good faith," Lucy added, motioning to the two guns and knife on the counter.
"Good, then I'm not going to have to put a muzzle on you," Jean smirked.
"Muzzle?" Lucy said, puzzled.
"Muzzle," Jean said as she used her TK to open a cabinet and float a muzzle to her hand.
"I don't even want to know why you have that," Lucy said.