Disclaimer:I don't own EVO. I don't I'm tellin
ya! I'm innocent!
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Author's Note:Mariann awaits judgement on her actions and considers why she did it. Ever notice when you're waiting to get told off, the clock seems to be in slo-mo? (blah)=thought blah=psychic message
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Mariann laid on her bed, staring at the ceiling. Remy had gone to the infirmary, and the Professor was deciding her "fate". She knew she had broken the biggest rule of the Institute: Never use your power against another mutant. (That ass knows what happened in Louisiana! He knows I don't like people touching me! What was his fucking problem? God, I hope the Professor realizes. I guess I'll have to tell him what happened. Daddy and Kurt, too. Dammit! I guess I shouldn't be blaming that damned Cajun, but it's partly his fault. I told him no like what, twice! I had every reason to defend myself. Maybe I went overboard, though. Nah, I was well within my rights even if I did practicly break a Commandent. I hate his ever-loving guts right now,but I still hope Remy's okay. I think I got his card hand. We were 7 when it happened! How can he expect me to still love him nearly a decade later! He's still holding on to us, when I've let go. He always did have a problem telling time.)
Mariann smirked ruefully and grabbed her headphones off the table. Switching on the radio, she tried to find a good station. "Don' guess they got 95.5 up here....Damn! They do!" She collasped onto the bed and listened to Eminem. "I have gotta get this CD!" As the music and stupid DJ's played, she slowly slipped into sleep.
When she woke up, she was in the office. The Professor was behind his desk, Logan and Kurt sitting beside her. "Mariann, you have done an inexcuseable wrong. But I'll excuse you anyway. Remy will be sent back to Louisiana and never bother you again." Kurt and Logan hugged her until she couln't breathe properly, and Remy protested. Well, he tried to. He had lost his voice. "You'll never have to hear his freakishly seductive accent again, either! His mind will be wiped so that he'll forget who you ever were!" Tears of joy leaked out of Mariann's eyes.
"Die, you bastard!" She yelled in Remy's face. Logan carried her on his shoulders around the Institute while Remy got beaten by the other students. Mariann laughed through tears of joy as the X-Men group-hugged her.
Mariann woke up from the smell of brimstone that came from Kurt's bamf. "Mari, the Professor vants to see you." Shaking her head grogglily, she switched off the radio. "Bamf me?" she asked, holding out her hands.
Kurt laughed and shook his head. "I do too much for you, little sister." But he took her hands and teleported into the Professor's office. (If there was ever a time for a dream to come true, this is it!!) She sat between Logan and Kurt. Remy sat off to the side, his wrist tied up in bandages.
"How's the wrist, Cajun?"
"Fine." The Professor cleared his throat, demanding attention.
"Mariann, you have done an inexcusable wrong."
TBC
**************************************************************************** ********* CLIFFIE CLIFFIE CLIFFIE!!! Oh, I don't own 95.5 the Beat, either. Review, please!!!
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Author's Note:Mariann awaits judgement on her actions and considers why she did it. Ever notice when you're waiting to get told off, the clock seems to be in slo-mo? (blah)=thought blah=psychic message
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Mariann laid on her bed, staring at the ceiling. Remy had gone to the infirmary, and the Professor was deciding her "fate". She knew she had broken the biggest rule of the Institute: Never use your power against another mutant. (That ass knows what happened in Louisiana! He knows I don't like people touching me! What was his fucking problem? God, I hope the Professor realizes. I guess I'll have to tell him what happened. Daddy and Kurt, too. Dammit! I guess I shouldn't be blaming that damned Cajun, but it's partly his fault. I told him no like what, twice! I had every reason to defend myself. Maybe I went overboard, though. Nah, I was well within my rights even if I did practicly break a Commandent. I hate his ever-loving guts right now,but I still hope Remy's okay. I think I got his card hand. We were 7 when it happened! How can he expect me to still love him nearly a decade later! He's still holding on to us, when I've let go. He always did have a problem telling time.)
Mariann smirked ruefully and grabbed her headphones off the table. Switching on the radio, she tried to find a good station. "Don' guess they got 95.5 up here....Damn! They do!" She collasped onto the bed and listened to Eminem. "I have gotta get this CD!" As the music and stupid DJ's played, she slowly slipped into sleep.
When she woke up, she was in the office. The Professor was behind his desk, Logan and Kurt sitting beside her. "Mariann, you have done an inexcuseable wrong. But I'll excuse you anyway. Remy will be sent back to Louisiana and never bother you again." Kurt and Logan hugged her until she couln't breathe properly, and Remy protested. Well, he tried to. He had lost his voice. "You'll never have to hear his freakishly seductive accent again, either! His mind will be wiped so that he'll forget who you ever were!" Tears of joy leaked out of Mariann's eyes.
"Die, you bastard!" She yelled in Remy's face. Logan carried her on his shoulders around the Institute while Remy got beaten by the other students. Mariann laughed through tears of joy as the X-Men group-hugged her.
Mariann woke up from the smell of brimstone that came from Kurt's bamf. "Mari, the Professor vants to see you." Shaking her head grogglily, she switched off the radio. "Bamf me?" she asked, holding out her hands.
Kurt laughed and shook his head. "I do too much for you, little sister." But he took her hands and teleported into the Professor's office. (If there was ever a time for a dream to come true, this is it!!) She sat between Logan and Kurt. Remy sat off to the side, his wrist tied up in bandages.
"How's the wrist, Cajun?"
"Fine." The Professor cleared his throat, demanding attention.
"Mariann, you have done an inexcusable wrong."
TBC
**************************************************************************** ********* CLIFFIE CLIFFIE CLIFFIE!!! Oh, I don't own 95.5 the Beat, either. Review, please!!!