Disclaimer:I didn't do it! I don't own da Xmen
peeples. Just Mariann.
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Author's note: If ya really like Wolvie's
tough, bad-ass side, don't read dis chappie. Oh, and one more
thing.......How do ya put a piccie on yer user lookup?? Email me, please.
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Regular P.O.V. Remy coughed a little, and Mariann jerked awake. "Remy! You 'wake!" He smiled. "Non, I t'ink I died an' went ta heaven." She frowned a little. "Why would ya think that?" He looked around. "A big white room, soft bed, an' I am staring uncontrollably at de most beautiful angel of dem all." She blushed and slapped him on the arm. "Remy LeBeau, you start talkin' like that to me, and I'll put ya back inta your coma!" Hank McCoy walked out of a side room. "Now, Mariann, don't destroy my patient until he meets the other students." She cracked a smile at the look of terror on Remy's face. "Remy, this Mr. McCoy. He a mutant, too. Actually, he a science teacher. He wear this watch thingy that keeps people from running and screaming in ultimate and complete terror." Remy's only reply: "Chere, if I was able, an' no offense to de blue guy, I would be runnin' an' screamin' in ultimate an' complete terror." Mariann, came the Professor's "voice" in her head, Please come to my office. She stood. "I gotta go," she said apologeticly. "The Prof. wants me." "How do ya know dat, Corbeau?" asked Remy, looking up with confused red-on-black eyes. "He a telepath. The most powerful in the world. He sends all his messages straight inta our heads." "Our?" She shook head. "I explain lata."
Mariann opened the oaken door to the Professor's office. "Ya wanted ta see me?" "Yes. Sit down." She did as instructed in one of the plush chairs. "Mariann, I was going through your hospital records, and I saw your DNA sample." Mariann shrugged. "They take 'em for every orphan, in case they finda match. It don't matter if the parent's're dead and the resta the family would ratha spit on ya than take ya inta their home." The Professor nodded. "I see. Well, I've found a match." Her eyes narrowed. "Ya did?" "Yes. It matches someone her at the Institute. Your father." She shook her head. "No. It cain't be. See, when I was four, my parents was both killed while I was at daycamp. They proved it!" There was a knock on the door. Just a moment, Charles sent the message to the person on the other side. "Perhaps not. Come in," he called. The door creaked open, and Logan stepped in. Mariann's eyes went to pie-plate size. "Professor, you ain't sayin'....." He nodded. Mariann turned around to stare at Logan. His head was hung, and, for once, he looked like he had no clue what to do. In all truth, he didn't. "I'll let you two talk," said the Professor, wheeling himself out the door. Logan sat in the chair next to Mariann. "I'm gonna be honest with ya," he said in a slightly less gruff tone, "I don't remember a flamin' thing about what happened. An' I'm sorry ya got put through what ya did. It's my fault." Mariann was unresponsive, except for a single tear rolling down her cheek. "So you my daddy, huh?" She asked. "Yea." "What....whaddaya wanna be called? I been callin' ya Mr. Logan since I got here, but that's not exactly a father's title." He puzzled for a moment. "Your choice," he finally replied. She turned to him. "Daddy," she choked out, then ran to hug him. She wrapped her arms around him and cried into his shoulder. A tear or two leaked out of Logan's eye as well, as he wrapped his arms around Mariann. "Firefly," he said softly. She laughed through her tears. "Well, let's get ya ready fer school in the mornin'," he said. She broke into a grin and hugged him again. Outside the door, the Professor smiled.
Later, in the kitchen, the Professor approached Mariann. "I have some bad news," he said. Mariann nearly dropped her tomato sandwhich. Oh, Lord, he made a mistake. Daddy ain't my daddy! "You won't be attending Bayville High with the others." A huge sigh of relief escaped Mariann. "I thought ya were talkin' about Daddy," she said. "What school am I goin' to, then?" "Your mother left express wishes that you would go to a Catholic high school, so I have enrolled you in Bayville Catholic High School." She gave a look of surprise. "But......I'm not Catholic....." The Professor nodded. "I know. I suppose you could try it, and if you don't like it, I will enroll you in the public school." She smiled. "Thanks," she said. "The only problem is transportation. No bus runs through here to the school, and you don't have a vehicle." Rouge walked into the kitchen. "Oh, hey, Mariann, Professor. What'sup?" Mariann took a bite of her sandwhich. "Ah'm naht goain ta Bahyvalle Hagh," she said through tomato and bread. "English, if yah don't mahnd?" Rouge replied. Swallowing, Mariann corrected herself. "I'm not goin' ta Bayville High." Rouge waved it away. "No big loss." The Professor cut into their conversation. "Mariann, do you know how to drive any type of vehicle?" She nodded. "I used ta steal my last foster father's motorcycle and take it for joyrides...." Shaking his head, the Professor decided to ignore the excess information. "I'll ask Logan to take you to get a motorcycle in the morning. "Can Ah come?" asked Rouge, leaning on the counter. "S'a two-person bike, Rouge," Mariann said. "Only me'n Daddy'll fit. 'Sides, ya gotta go ta school." "Daddy?" Rouge was beyond surprised. Grining sheepishly under the Professor's stare, Mariann explained, again through her sandwhich. "Tha Prafessar fand mah DNA ahnd it mahtches Lahgan's." "Mariann, speak in mah language." Swallowing again, Mariann reapeated herself. "The Professor found my DNA an' it matches Logan's." "Oh. Can Ah tell the others?" She was clearly begging for a chance to imitate a loudspeaker. "Actually, I'd rather tell, an' you'll hafta ask Daddy." Rouge dissapeared.
Mariann's P.O.V. I went upstairs to finish my sandwhich in peace. No such shit. First Amara, Bobby, Sam, and Jamie came in, asking for details. Which I gladly gave. Then Kitty, Rahne, Jean, Roberto, and Scott. Again, I gave details. But when Kurt, Evan, Jubilee, and Remy, Remy with a slight limp, intruded on me and my tomato, I simply wrote a sign, posted it on the door, and shoved them out. Then I went to find Rouge.
"Corbeau!" someone yelled from behind me as I marched across the grounds. "What?" I snapped at Remy as he struggled to keep up. "I see what y' meant by 'our' now, chere." I glowered. "There may be one less 'our' when I get through with 'er."
"What are y' talkin' about?"
"Rouge ran 'er big mouth about the Wolverine bein' my Daddy. Now I'm gonna show 'er what runs in the family." Remy grabbed my shoulder.
"Don' do dat, Raven." I spun to face him.
"Why the hell not? I told 'er not ta blab, an' I'm sure Daddy wouldn't!"
Speak of the devil, here came Daddy, walkin' across the grounds. "Mariann, c'mere!" he called, motioning to me with a hand. I told Remy bye and ran towards him.
Regular P.O.V. Remy watched with slight remorse as Mariann ran towards her father. He hadn't had a chance to tell her that he wanted to ask Rouge out. All the other mutants had welcomed him graciously, but he was losing the one he loved! (Past tense, loved,) he thought. Then he sighed and decided to talk to her later.
"Daddy, I need ta ask ya somethin....." Mariann said before Logan could start. Daddy. He was still geting used to that. "What is it, Firefly?" he asked. "DID YA TELL ROUGE SHE COULD BLAB TA THE WHOLE DAMNED INSTITUTE?" Mariann nearly screamed. He quieted her. "No. We'll deal with 'er later. Right now, ya need a ride ta school. Climb on." Still slightly fuming, she climbed onto the powerful prized possesion and wrapped her arms around her father's waist.
At the motocycle place, Mariann walked through the rows with a critical eye. One was too large, another too small. By the time she finally found one she could fit on, and took it for a test drive, Logan was begining to regret this. "Mariann, do ya like this one?" She nodded. "Let's go." He grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the counter. They paid with the Professor's credit, (you have to love that. The Prof. pays for everything!) bought helmets, gloves, etc., and Mariann rode home by herself.
When she pulled into the garage, Scott, Kurt, and a boy she didn't know were there. The other boy was tall, slim, and had white hair.Scott and Kurt were being polite, but silently begging him to leave. At the sight of the bike, the boy paled. "H-h-hi, M-M-Mister Logan...." Mariann chuckled and swung her braid out of the helmet. The Institute boys could barely contain their laughter. The white-haired boy blushed slightly. (He's fucking cute!) she thought, then got off the bike. "Hiya! I'm Mariann Saunders! I'm guessing you're a mutant, since Kurt's in his Fuzzy Elf mode. Actually, Logan's my dad." Mariann shook his hand. The boy smirked and Kurt glowered. "YeaI'mamutantname'sPietroI'mwiththeBrotherhoodofMutants LOGAN'S YOUR DAD?!?!" He forgot to speedtalk on the last words from shock.(Damn, she's cute! Wonder if she'll let me in after their "curfew...") The mutant in question rolled into the garage and growled at the sight of the rapidly paling Pietro.
"LookbabeI'llcallyoulater,okay?" He sped out of the garage at top speed. Logan popped his claws and walked over to the others.
Mariann P.O.V. "What in the flamin' hell was HE doin' here?" He asked with a sinister look on his face. Scott shrugged.
"Annoying us."
Daddy accepted that, and turned to me. "I don't want ya hanging around with him." I nodded.
"It's not like I'll be able ta."
Kurt looked up in surprise. "Vhy not? You are going to Bayville High, aren't you?"
"No," I replied. "I'm goin' ta Bayville Catholic. My mom left 'express wishes'." Daddy looked up.
"The Professor wants ta talk ta us, Firefly, Elf." Scott climbed into his car, told Kurt to meet him later, and left.
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Okay, that is a freaking long chapter. Long for me, at least. It took me three days to write. I'm pathetic.
Regular P.O.V. Remy coughed a little, and Mariann jerked awake. "Remy! You 'wake!" He smiled. "Non, I t'ink I died an' went ta heaven." She frowned a little. "Why would ya think that?" He looked around. "A big white room, soft bed, an' I am staring uncontrollably at de most beautiful angel of dem all." She blushed and slapped him on the arm. "Remy LeBeau, you start talkin' like that to me, and I'll put ya back inta your coma!" Hank McCoy walked out of a side room. "Now, Mariann, don't destroy my patient until he meets the other students." She cracked a smile at the look of terror on Remy's face. "Remy, this Mr. McCoy. He a mutant, too. Actually, he a science teacher. He wear this watch thingy that keeps people from running and screaming in ultimate and complete terror." Remy's only reply: "Chere, if I was able, an' no offense to de blue guy, I would be runnin' an' screamin' in ultimate an' complete terror." Mariann, came the Professor's "voice" in her head, Please come to my office. She stood. "I gotta go," she said apologeticly. "The Prof. wants me." "How do ya know dat, Corbeau?" asked Remy, looking up with confused red-on-black eyes. "He a telepath. The most powerful in the world. He sends all his messages straight inta our heads." "Our?" She shook head. "I explain lata."
Mariann opened the oaken door to the Professor's office. "Ya wanted ta see me?" "Yes. Sit down." She did as instructed in one of the plush chairs. "Mariann, I was going through your hospital records, and I saw your DNA sample." Mariann shrugged. "They take 'em for every orphan, in case they finda match. It don't matter if the parent's're dead and the resta the family would ratha spit on ya than take ya inta their home." The Professor nodded. "I see. Well, I've found a match." Her eyes narrowed. "Ya did?" "Yes. It matches someone her at the Institute. Your father." She shook her head. "No. It cain't be. See, when I was four, my parents was both killed while I was at daycamp. They proved it!" There was a knock on the door. Just a moment, Charles sent the message to the person on the other side. "Perhaps not. Come in," he called. The door creaked open, and Logan stepped in. Mariann's eyes went to pie-plate size. "Professor, you ain't sayin'....." He nodded. Mariann turned around to stare at Logan. His head was hung, and, for once, he looked like he had no clue what to do. In all truth, he didn't. "I'll let you two talk," said the Professor, wheeling himself out the door. Logan sat in the chair next to Mariann. "I'm gonna be honest with ya," he said in a slightly less gruff tone, "I don't remember a flamin' thing about what happened. An' I'm sorry ya got put through what ya did. It's my fault." Mariann was unresponsive, except for a single tear rolling down her cheek. "So you my daddy, huh?" She asked. "Yea." "What....whaddaya wanna be called? I been callin' ya Mr. Logan since I got here, but that's not exactly a father's title." He puzzled for a moment. "Your choice," he finally replied. She turned to him. "Daddy," she choked out, then ran to hug him. She wrapped her arms around him and cried into his shoulder. A tear or two leaked out of Logan's eye as well, as he wrapped his arms around Mariann. "Firefly," he said softly. She laughed through her tears. "Well, let's get ya ready fer school in the mornin'," he said. She broke into a grin and hugged him again. Outside the door, the Professor smiled.
Later, in the kitchen, the Professor approached Mariann. "I have some bad news," he said. Mariann nearly dropped her tomato sandwhich. Oh, Lord, he made a mistake. Daddy ain't my daddy! "You won't be attending Bayville High with the others." A huge sigh of relief escaped Mariann. "I thought ya were talkin' about Daddy," she said. "What school am I goin' to, then?" "Your mother left express wishes that you would go to a Catholic high school, so I have enrolled you in Bayville Catholic High School." She gave a look of surprise. "But......I'm not Catholic....." The Professor nodded. "I know. I suppose you could try it, and if you don't like it, I will enroll you in the public school." She smiled. "Thanks," she said. "The only problem is transportation. No bus runs through here to the school, and you don't have a vehicle." Rouge walked into the kitchen. "Oh, hey, Mariann, Professor. What'sup?" Mariann took a bite of her sandwhich. "Ah'm naht goain ta Bahyvalle Hagh," she said through tomato and bread. "English, if yah don't mahnd?" Rouge replied. Swallowing, Mariann corrected herself. "I'm not goin' ta Bayville High." Rouge waved it away. "No big loss." The Professor cut into their conversation. "Mariann, do you know how to drive any type of vehicle?" She nodded. "I used ta steal my last foster father's motorcycle and take it for joyrides...." Shaking his head, the Professor decided to ignore the excess information. "I'll ask Logan to take you to get a motorcycle in the morning. "Can Ah come?" asked Rouge, leaning on the counter. "S'a two-person bike, Rouge," Mariann said. "Only me'n Daddy'll fit. 'Sides, ya gotta go ta school." "Daddy?" Rouge was beyond surprised. Grining sheepishly under the Professor's stare, Mariann explained, again through her sandwhich. "Tha Prafessar fand mah DNA ahnd it mahtches Lahgan's." "Mariann, speak in mah language." Swallowing again, Mariann reapeated herself. "The Professor found my DNA an' it matches Logan's." "Oh. Can Ah tell the others?" She was clearly begging for a chance to imitate a loudspeaker. "Actually, I'd rather tell, an' you'll hafta ask Daddy." Rouge dissapeared.
Mariann's P.O.V. I went upstairs to finish my sandwhich in peace. No such shit. First Amara, Bobby, Sam, and Jamie came in, asking for details. Which I gladly gave. Then Kitty, Rahne, Jean, Roberto, and Scott. Again, I gave details. But when Kurt, Evan, Jubilee, and Remy, Remy with a slight limp, intruded on me and my tomato, I simply wrote a sign, posted it on the door, and shoved them out. Then I went to find Rouge.
"Corbeau!" someone yelled from behind me as I marched across the grounds. "What?" I snapped at Remy as he struggled to keep up. "I see what y' meant by 'our' now, chere." I glowered. "There may be one less 'our' when I get through with 'er."
"What are y' talkin' about?"
"Rouge ran 'er big mouth about the Wolverine bein' my Daddy. Now I'm gonna show 'er what runs in the family." Remy grabbed my shoulder.
"Don' do dat, Raven." I spun to face him.
"Why the hell not? I told 'er not ta blab, an' I'm sure Daddy wouldn't!"
Speak of the devil, here came Daddy, walkin' across the grounds. "Mariann, c'mere!" he called, motioning to me with a hand. I told Remy bye and ran towards him.
Regular P.O.V. Remy watched with slight remorse as Mariann ran towards her father. He hadn't had a chance to tell her that he wanted to ask Rouge out. All the other mutants had welcomed him graciously, but he was losing the one he loved! (Past tense, loved,) he thought. Then he sighed and decided to talk to her later.
"Daddy, I need ta ask ya somethin....." Mariann said before Logan could start. Daddy. He was still geting used to that. "What is it, Firefly?" he asked. "DID YA TELL ROUGE SHE COULD BLAB TA THE WHOLE DAMNED INSTITUTE?" Mariann nearly screamed. He quieted her. "No. We'll deal with 'er later. Right now, ya need a ride ta school. Climb on." Still slightly fuming, she climbed onto the powerful prized possesion and wrapped her arms around her father's waist.
At the motocycle place, Mariann walked through the rows with a critical eye. One was too large, another too small. By the time she finally found one she could fit on, and took it for a test drive, Logan was begining to regret this. "Mariann, do ya like this one?" She nodded. "Let's go." He grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the counter. They paid with the Professor's credit, (you have to love that. The Prof. pays for everything!) bought helmets, gloves, etc., and Mariann rode home by herself.
When she pulled into the garage, Scott, Kurt, and a boy she didn't know were there. The other boy was tall, slim, and had white hair.Scott and Kurt were being polite, but silently begging him to leave. At the sight of the bike, the boy paled. "H-h-hi, M-M-Mister Logan...." Mariann chuckled and swung her braid out of the helmet. The Institute boys could barely contain their laughter. The white-haired boy blushed slightly. (He's fucking cute!) she thought, then got off the bike. "Hiya! I'm Mariann Saunders! I'm guessing you're a mutant, since Kurt's in his Fuzzy Elf mode. Actually, Logan's my dad." Mariann shook his hand. The boy smirked and Kurt glowered. "YeaI'mamutantname'sPietroI'mwiththeBrotherhoodofMutants LOGAN'S YOUR DAD?!?!" He forgot to speedtalk on the last words from shock.(Damn, she's cute! Wonder if she'll let me in after their "curfew...") The mutant in question rolled into the garage and growled at the sight of the rapidly paling Pietro.
"LookbabeI'llcallyoulater,okay?" He sped out of the garage at top speed. Logan popped his claws and walked over to the others.
Mariann P.O.V. "What in the flamin' hell was HE doin' here?" He asked with a sinister look on his face. Scott shrugged.
"Annoying us."
Daddy accepted that, and turned to me. "I don't want ya hanging around with him." I nodded.
"It's not like I'll be able ta."
Kurt looked up in surprise. "Vhy not? You are going to Bayville High, aren't you?"
"No," I replied. "I'm goin' ta Bayville Catholic. My mom left 'express wishes'." Daddy looked up.
"The Professor wants ta talk ta us, Firefly, Elf." Scott climbed into his car, told Kurt to meet him later, and left.
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Okay, that is a freaking long chapter. Long for me, at least. It took me three days to write. I'm pathetic.