Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, except for those I invent.
D.C. is a character I invented. For details, please see "D.C. and the CN Tower" chapters one, two, three, four, and five.
I am not trying to repeat any sci-fi shows or movies. If anyone has seen a show or movie with a similar plot, I apologize for boring the socks off you.
Also, I chose the name Marie because it is French and easy to remember. I don't want reminders that Rogue's real name is also Marie. I know already. OK? OK.
Back at the school, the mood was very somber. Professor Xavier had asked the students not to question Marie or Jean-Pierre about D.C.'s disappearance. It was barely two days since that disastrous night. Nobody knew the exact course of events that had happened except the X-Men team and Marie. She still hadn't told Jean-Pierre about D.C.'s death. She wished she could've known him. From what she had heard he had been a nice guy. There was even one guy named Clark telling people about how D.C. had diligently tried to fix his alarm clocked every time he broke it. But the main question on Marie's mind played with her mind and could not be easily ignored. Where was D.C.'s body? Where had the spaceship taken it? Probably to Mars or something.
It is amazing how much a difference a millimeter can be. In orbit, a difference of one millimeter can decide whether an object will go into a steady orbit around the moon, or just get an energy boost that sends it through Earth's atmosphere. D.C.'s millimeter sent him through Earth's atmosphere. But if he was moving so fast, why wasn't there an envelope of super-hot gases around him?
He landed, like most meteorites, in the ocean. About 50 miles north of Australia to be exact. There he was pushed about by the currents. He went from he Pacific Ocean in to the Indian Ocean. He almost washed up in Africa, but a boat that didn't see him thrust him in a different direction, just before the motor cut out for no reason.
From the Indian Ocean out in the Atlantic Ocean, where he was almost eaten by a shark but it changed its mind at the last minute. From the South Atlantic over the equator into the North Atlantic. Caught in the Gulf Stream, he headed for Florida. Another handy boat, and he was washed up in a small town that had just been hit by a small hurricane. He floated next to a dock, where a live power line lay sprawled across it. The end of it hung into the water.
It had been two months.
Marie and Jean-Pierre were sitting together in the lunchroom. They weren't really comfortable with the students, mainly because the students thought they had something to do with D.C.'s death. Which was true, but not the way the students thought. There were rumors flying all over the place. Whispers always surrounded them, and Marie was getting sick of it.
Suddenly the lights began to flicker. The buzz of electricity filled the air. The florescent lights right above Marie and Jean-Pierre's table started to vibrate. Then, quite to everyone's surprise, somebody fell out of the lights right onto Marie and Jean-Pierre's table. It cracked but managed to stay up. With a jolt of terror, Marie and Jean-Pierre realized who it was. They stood up and backed away from the table.
D.C. just shook his head a few times, spotted Clark standing in the amazed and shocked crowd and called, "Hey Clark! I figured out what was wrong with your alarm clock!"
I would like to thank all you people who bothered to read this story. I wrote D.C.'s death in just to tease a friend of mine. You know who you are!