Hey everyone! Sorry that you haven't heard from me in a long time, but my battery drained just before I could post this, and the recharger cord died, which needed replacing, which took forever to find. Anyhoodles! I have part 2 of 3 out, and there's a few random things about this one that I'm kinda proud of, not so proud of, and others I just wander what the hell I was drinking at the time. Ok then...
I, as usual, don't own Wolverine and the X-men or anything Canon. I only own the original characters and any plots that aren't canon. Oh, and I have a question for you guys from me at the end. Enjoy!
Foresight, part 2.
"At some point in our lives, I would just love to have one thing go right." Jayne grumbled in the silence, shaking Forge and I out of out shock and getting back into the game. Now that the Sentinel's were unleashed, I just hoped the innocents on Genosha were evacuated.
"Hey, Chaos." Speak of the devil. More to the point, the White Devil.
"Gambit, what's going on?" I asked him, his image appearing on the screen before us.
"Please tell me it's good news." Jayne pleaded, "We could use some good news right now."
"We have 90% of de island at a safe location." He answered, "Dat good enough for you?" 90%...sweet mother of God, those guys are freaking awesome! Honestly!
"Remy, if we weren't best friends, I'd kiss you full on the mouth." Jayne told him, earning a small blush and a soft hurt look from Forge.
"T'ank you, Jayne, but I'm afraid I'm gonna 'ave to pass dat privilege to someone else." He told her then looked at me, "so what's going on?" Then reality set back in with a vengeance. Now that every other X-men was out for the count, it was left to me to call the shots...you know that feeling you get in your stomach when you've eaten something bad and it wants back out? Or when you realize that the entire world, maybe universe and beyond as well, depends on your choices? Yeah, I was getting that feeling, and it was a challenge keeping it down.
But for the sake of everyone I love, I'll do it.
"The Sentinel's were launched." Forge informed him, typing away on another computer, "best guess is you have less than 10 minutes to get everyone out and a safe distance away from the island."
"Can you handle it?" I asked Remy. The look on his face wasn't a clear picture of smugness that I was hoping for; it was strained, tense, like there was a problem. But then he nodded firmly. "Oui." He affirmed then cut the connection between us and them. Why do I get the feeling that some of Magneto's henchmen were making things difficult for everyone to do their job? Right now, that wasn't my problem (as cruel as it sounds), and I had to concentrate on rescuing a downed team.
"Less than 10 minutes, that's cutting it really close for comfort." Jayne pointed, then noticed that I was walking away, "uh...Alenka?"
"Where are you going?" Forge called after me.
"To help the others." I replied over my shoulder, "I may not be able to walk, but I don't need legs to get there." The door shut behind me, leaving me with a moments peace to collect my thoughts and think of a plan. It wasn't a solid plain, but it was the best one I could do at the minute.
Once ready, I teleported outside, then brought out my wings and took to the skies. I just hoped I made it there in time.
BAM!
(?-?-? POV)
"Oi. Sheila, you gonna wake up anytime soon?" A voice in the darkness probed, disturbing Alenka's foggy mind and forced her to wake up. With a soft moan, she struggled to pull herself together, but whatever hit her wasn't making it easy on her.
"You just got hit with a concentrated psi-blast, dumb ass. Of course you're gonna feel like crap." At further prodding from the accented female voice, Alenka's raised her head to see who was talking to her.
It was a young woman, no older than her. Her vibrant red hair was short, but still longer enough for two small pigtails at the base of her neck, any free strands pinned back by black hair clips. The outfit she wore was a strange combination: a long sleeved grey woolen shirt, a large black T-shirt over top with purple cursive writing: I'm so Goth I'm dead. The girl wore worn blue-grey bootleg jeans, a pair of thick boots peering out from the bottom. A small white laptop was folded underneath the girls arm as she frowned at Alenka with framed blue-green eyes.
Normally, Alenka would think this was normal looking, but what set that thought aside was the girl's face: it wasn't very pretty, but it wasn't very ugly either: her top lip didn't sit like anyone else's lip, it sat in an arch, with two very faint scars running up from the top of the lip to the bottom of her nose.
:Strange girl.: Alenka commented to herself. The girl before her just raised an eyebrow at her.
"Who you callin' strange?" She asked, almost in a dry tone, and shocking Alenka greatly. How did she...?
"Look, you want my life's story, or are you gonna get up?" the girl interrupted her thoughts, obviously losing her patience with the mutant, "Because, if you didn't notice it, we're kinda in the middle of a problem here." It took Alenka less than a second to remember that she was right: the Sentinel's attacking Genosha, the X-men knocked unconscious...
"Shit." Alenka groaned, pushing herself to her feet, stumbling as she straightened up. As pithy as it sounded, it seemed appropriate at the moment to curse.
"Yeah, pretty much." The girl agreed, pulling a phone from her back pocket and checking the time, "By the way, you owe me."
"I do?" Alenka questioned her, giving her wings an experimental flap. Thankfully they still worked fine.
"Yeah. Not easy getting rid of Little Miss Evil Twin, or her bodyguards." The girl pointed out, returning her phone to her pocket, then fixing Alenka with a stern gaze, "So now move it."
"Move...what?" Alenka questioned again, getting a little annoyed with the girl. She sure was pushy.
"I know I'm pushy." The girl retorted before turning to walk away, "Now get flapping, sheila: Logan's in trouble." Alenka didn't need any more hints after that: she took to the sky and resumed her flight to the Sentinel factory, faster than she ever flew.
As the mutant flew out of sight, the girl with the laptop glanced back over her shoulder, giving an almost saddened look. "Sorry Alenka." Se apologized softly, "But...you're gonna have to make the biggest sacrifice in your life." The girl then pulled the laptop from under her arm and opened it, reading whatever was on the screen. "Nah, screw it! It's gonna end up alright." She finished with a smile. With a final nod, she disappeared, and time went back to the way it should be.
(Alenka's POV)
After that strange lapse in consciousness, I found myself practically speeding towards the facility where the Blackbird had been shot down. In fact, I was flying so fast I-
"Crap!"
-nearly collided with a MRD chopper. Getting my bearings together, I quickly camouflaged myself to blend with the helicopter, looking at the scene below. Most of the Hunters were standing guard over the jet and a few trucks as others loaded the unconscious cargo into the back. A small frown marred my face.
"Where the hell are you, Logan?" I breathed quietly.
A loud animalistic snarl echoed in the area, as a small circle of Hunters were thrown backwards by...Logan. "Why doesn't that surprise me?" I muttered to myself as I watched him break free of his restraints. Deciding that he was going to need assistance, I detached myself from the bottom of the helicopter and flew over their heads, striking them aside. "Need a hand?" I asked as I dropped down beside him, folding my wings into my body.
"Thanks." He grumbled. Probably not happy that I was here, but at least he had some sort of back-up.
The moment was ruined when some of the Hunters began firing at us, but this time the ammunition was different. It wasn't lasers, but some sort of psi-wave that slammed both Logan and I into a MRD truck, on the other side of the facility. Having some sort of insight, Logan cushioned my fall with his own body, coping both the brunt of the attack and the fall against the truck. "Ow." I heard myself moan, rubbing my shoulder, "Uh...plan?"
"Thinking of it." Logan growled lowly, rubbing his head. Well he had another few minutes to think of it before they caught us. The hunters saw that we were down and began running towards us, weapons at the ready, but before they even got close to the 'too close for comfort' circle, they were taken out by an unseen force. "What the?" Logan breathed when another noise caught our attention. The trucks that were pulling away from the scene stopped dead, the ones behind the led running into the back of each other. The source of the problem?
"Emma?" I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Even more so when she hurried to the back of the last truck in the line, opening it up and pulling Scott out. "What's she doing?" I questioned, even though none of us had the answer. They drove away as Hank burst out of his prison, his hand cuffed behind his back. "What happened?" He demanded immediately. Admittedly, I found that a little funny, but a bit annoying too: he couldn't have asked that five minutes ago when we were getting our butts kicked?
"Frost: she took off with Summers." Logan groaned as he pulled himself up. It took him a few seconds to get his land legs, but was able to slice apart Hank's cuffs as he did. "I'm going after her. You check the others. Chaos—"
"I'll go with you." I interrupted, getting to my own feet and walking over. Logan opened his mouth to protest, but I quickly leaned up and pressed a kiss against his lips to silence him. "It's not open for debate." I warned him before heading over to one of the trucks. Pulling the unconscious driver out, I heard Logan offer Hank some sort of plan in regards to the Sentinel's.
"Genosha should be empty by now!" I called from the passenger seat, making sure they heard me, "By some saving grace." Logan slid into the driver's seat not long afterwards and started the engine.
"You up for this?" He asked as he pulled away from the area and took the road Frost did.
"No." I replied grimly then looked over at him, "You?"
"Not in the least." he told me, eyes focused on the road ahead. It was silent between us as the road went, but then words weren't needed when Logan reached over and grabbed my hand with his, giving it a gentle squeeze.
With simple gestures, words aren't needed.
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"Hank, any progress in recalling those Sentinel's?" Logan asked into his headset a few minutes later.
"None, I'm afraid." came the saddened reply, "And I seriously doubt there will be. Someone took this place apart."
"Mystique. Figures." I snorted disdainfully then glanced over at Logan, "you really know how to pick 'em."
"Like you?" Logan threw back. I would've been insulted if it weren't for the smirk added with the comment. As it was, it just made me pout at him. "All right; secure some MRD choppers and stand by until Magneto makes his move."
"Will do." Hank acknowledged before they dropped the connection.
"So what now?" I asked as I leaned against my seat, trying to collect my thoughts. But with all the madness going around, it was a bit hard to do such a thing. The most I could do was set an order: find Jean, stop the world ending, stop Magneto from doing anything incredibly stupid and maybe, just maybe, get Logan to say that he loves me. Maybe not in that order, but I'dreally like the 'save the world' thing to be first.
"With Magneto and the sentinel's, and Jean missing..." he growled under his breath. He exhaled sharply before slamming his fist into the roof of the cap, creating a sizeable dent. I squeaked at the motion and hunkered down in my seat, eyes wide and watching the roof. "Sorry." Logan grumbled under his breath, resting both his arms over the steering wheel.
Feeling awash with sympathy, I scooted as close as I could and rested my hand on his shoulder, making him look at me.
"It'll be ok, Logan." I promised him, giving him a soft smile, "We'll make it." He just kept looking straight at me, the steel grey in his eyes unwavering. I tried to convey all the hope I had in me to show through my eyes, but even I was starting to feel some doubt within me.
We stared at each other for God knows who long before something flashed on the other side of the windscreen.
"Hey! Sorry I'm late!" we both whipped our heads around to see Diego looking at us from an upside down perspective. What the...what was my brother doing here?
"Uh..."
"Jayne called, said that things weren't going to plan." he offered before jumping off the roof and landing beside Logan's door, "so what did I miss?" It took a moment for our brains to start working, but Logan got started and explained to him what happened.
The gods were smiling on us when Diego said that he spotted Scott not to long ago, heading to a secluded area with Frost. The look in his eyes, however, told me that he knew exactly where Emma had taken Scott. And I balked.
It was the House of the Inner Circle.
That place...I swore I'd never set foot in that awful place again, especially after what they tried to do to me all those years ago. Vague memories started to crawl from the depths of my mind, threatening to overwhelm me again. And none of them were pleasant. Trust me, when you get invited to the House of the Inner Circle, there's a 75% out of 80 that you're not there to share tea and crumpets with them.
"Layla?" I heard Logan ask, his hand resting against my shoulder and effectively bringing me out of my dark thoughts.
Logan's headset crackled to life as Hank's voice came through from the other end.
"Logan, Alenka. Magneto's arrived with the Sentinel's." He informed us all, "It looks like he's rearranged their programing." No one said anything as both men looked at each other before looking at me. "Layla?" Logan asked, "Obviously you and Diego know where Scott is exactly. If it's gonna be a problem, you can back out now and help the others." Back out? I wanted to run screaming. I knew exactly what would be coming at us if we went there, but...
was I really strong enough to go through it again?
'Oi, dumbass!' a voice called out through my head, scolding and accented, 'Quit being such a drama queen scaredy cat, and kick some telepathic ass already!'
...While I don't really know who that girl is, but she had a point.
"I'll be fine." I assured him, then shot my gaze over to Diego, "ready to rain some hell on those guys?" Logan looked concerned while my brother just gave me a sly predatory grin.
"Try and stop me." I gave one back and looked over at Logan. He gave me a lingering look before than classic, heart breaking sexy smirk spread over his face, making more damned eager to kiss him.
"Let's go."
So, whatcha think?
Now I did say I had a question for you guys, and I'll deliver:
After this is finished (as in, the last chapter and a oneshot to sum it all up 'cos people are gonna kill me for the ending) I have three fanfictions that I have an interest in:
Option 1 is Naruto-based. It's your basic variety of girl from our world gets sucked to their world with a few interesting developments. Thing is, it kinda needs to be told in three series; the first is the girl in their world learning and healing (you'll understand), the second is her in her own world learning, healing herself and others and growing. The final one is set in Shippuden, with a few more secrest revealed. (A/n: just so you know, I'm a big Kakashi fan, but I saw a image of them that I thought worked really well, so I tweaked his character a little.)
Option 2 is Supernatural based. I have plans for it to cover season 4 & 5, but if you guys want me to go over season 6 too, or make up my own version I can do either.
Option 3 is Kingdom Hearts. As with Options 1 and 2, it covers KH1 and 2, with a middle story that I made on my own.
So that's my choices. I haven't written anything down yet, but I have got an idea of how I want any of the three to start and what the OC's are gonna be like. It's up to you guys which one you want to read first. Granted, there'll be a deadline, but I haven't thought of when as of yet, hopefully I'll think of a date when I get the next story out.
Anyways, uh, thanks for reading this chapter, any reviews and questions are welcome, and...pretty much sieh Sie alle nächstes Mal.