Disclaimer: Just Visiting, not belong to me. X-men Evolution, I not own. You try to sue, I kill you if.
AN: Yay… first fic! I came up with this one night, while I was snacking on choco chip cookies and Coca Cola, and watching the movie "Just Visiting" for the thousandth time. I hope you all enjoy it! R&R! :-)
Courage is our Creed!
Chapter One
It was obvious, from Lance Alvers' arched brow as he rode on his black stallion that he was not en route to a good deed. The twentysomething earl dismounted in front of a humble cottage, followed by two soldiers, and flung open the door.
A woman, wearing an emerald green robe, stood stirring… something in a huge black cauldron. She jumped as the door opened, her eyes widening as they fixed on Lance and his soldiers.
"Witch!" bellowed the earl. "You have committed crimes against God and the church!"
"Have mehcy, mah lohd," the woman pleaded, her soft Southern drawl rather out-of-place in medieval England. (AN: Hmm, now who could she be? ^_^)
"Silence!" Lance commanded. "I have a task for you. As you know, the Count of Maximoff is engaged to the king's daughter." His brown eyes flashed. "I, too, desire Princess Katherine."
"As well as the lands and wealth that go as her dowry," Rogue (AN: I'm sure none of you guessed…) observed dryly.
"Thou art as clever as thou art hideous--- and that is quite a compliment, coming from myself." Rogue resisted the urge to throw something at him. He called that a compliment? "Anyway, there will be a feast tomorrow night at the castle, and the nuptials will take place a week after. I want Maximoff dead before the feast is over."
Rogue's lips tilted upwards in an evil smile. "All shall be arranged."
"Just a minute." Lance scratched his chin, eyeing the cauldron intently. "How do I know your magic is enough for this?"
"Does this answeh yah question?" A hideous dragon burst forth from the cauldron, then engulfed the earl in red-hot flames. It gave a mighty roar, and disappeared.
"Ah, oops." Rogue fought back a snicker. Half of the hair on Lance's head was gone, and he looked distinctly shellshocked.
Lance threw a pouch of gold at the witch's feet. "Take it, old hag!" he said as imperiously as he knew how, in an attempt to regain his dignity. "My payment! But, I warn you, if you fail, you will be burned!"
He adjusted the cloak on his shoulders, still smoking slightly, and left the hut, banging the door behind him.