Serice Jacobson sat at her keyboard gazing at a brightly lit monitor in front of her. Her eyes were tired from reading and she longed for her bed. Glancing sideways at it, she was once more reminded that it remained un-slept in. But, she would not rest until she had every scrap of information for him...for Magneto.
Her eyes lightened slightly and the corners of her pretty mouth turned up at the sides. He had saved her, saved everyone who was a mutant and did not wish to live by human laws, human standards. All those who eventually either came to Charles Xavier trying to believe that a world of dandilions and candycorn and peace among the non-muntants could be possible or those who saw the reality of the situation and came to Magneto...with eyes wide open.
For that, Serice would always be grateful. She would always do her best to make him proud of her. She owed him that much, at least. So, turning her eyes away from her inner thoughts and back to the task at hand, Serice focused on the computer's screen and what it beheld for her.
An hour or so later, she teleported across the hallway and a series of teleportations later, she was standing before him once more, a wide smile spread across her face and twinkling in her blue eyes. "Sir," She began, "I have the information..."
"Fine, fine, Serice," He turned around, striding towards her and holding out his hand where she placed a file, a rather thick file, upon his open palm. She turned to go, but Magneto stopped her, "No, don't leave just yet, my dear," He said, "Sit, stay. I'll only be a minute reading this..."
Serice took a seat across from his desk, hands folded serenely in her lap, though she could not still their slight trembling. Trembling of excitment rather than fear. What Magneto held in his hands, the information therein, was every mutant in exsistance's chance at a finally taking thier rightful place as the master race of the entire universe. She could not help it if she felt like a child on the night before Christmas day.
"Ah..." Magneto said at last, laying the file and it's contents upon his desk, "I see."
"The dragonballs, sir..." She began, hardly able to control her excitment, "Did you read about the..."
"Yes, Serice, I did," He said, turning away from her to look out the window once more, "What a power they are said to hold...if I..we...could get our hands on them..." He turned around and faced her, locking eyes with her, smiling coldly...yet with a passion so hot she nearly felt it like the blast of heat from an open furnace, scorning with it's intensity;
"At last, at last we shall awaken from a horrid state of darkness into the brightest, purest light...at last we shall take that which was ours from the begining!"
Serice smiled. At last.
~*~*~
There was a knock on the door. In fact, someone had been knocking on the door for the past hour and a half. Jean was standing in front of the sink, looking at her face in the mirror. She looked pale and drawn, her skin looked un-naturally tight about the bones of her face and her hair...well, her hair needed a good shampooing like nothing else.
"Jean?" She heard Logan, had felt his mind and presence before he'd even said a word, "Are you all right?"
"Umm...I...I don't know," She answered, reaching over and unlocking the door, "I think...I think there's going to be trouble..."
Before she could say another word, she dropped into Logan's arms, unable to keep her self on her feet any longer, she felt so...tired.
"Jean!" Logan cried, "Jean, what is it? Talk to me!"
"L-Logan..." She gasped, fighting the weariness as best she could, "I..I saw..felt...Magneto..."
"What?!" Logan cried, carrying her out of the bathroom and into the livingroom, he laid her down on the sofa, "What are you talking about?"
"Magneto...has found out...about...this place and..." She paused, reaching for breathe, reaching for strength, "The...the dragonballs..."
"Dragonballs?!" Logan cried, "What are you...what's that soppose to mean?! Jean!"
"Hey!" Logan looked up to see a sight, he blinked his dark eyes a few times to be sure he wasn't dreaming. He thought he'd smelled...something...female but had ignored it to deal with Jean. Now a blue haired beauty stood before him, hands on her hips, glaring, "Leave her alone! Can't you see she's not in a very talkative mood?"
"You must be Bulma," Logan said, as he laid an afgan across Jean's now-resting form, "You helped Jubilee. Thank you for that."
Stepping closer, Bulma looked down upon him, smiling slightly, "Hmm..."
"What?"
"Well, nothing..." She began, raising her hands to his shoulders, "It's just...you're about the same height as my husband."
"Yeah?" Logan said, "You like your men short?"
"Short and stubborn," She inhaled, her chest barely touching his.
"I'm short with a shorter temper," Logan said, shoving her away gently, "And not once to be messed with."
"Those are the best kind," She whispered, and stepped forward towards him once more.
"Listen, Lady, I don't know what your game is, but..."
He paused, hearing the door open and click shut, footfalls on the carpeted floor.
"What's going on?! Bulma?!"
Bulma turned, her face red as if she had just been caught with her hand in the cookie jar and smiled nervously at...
"V-Vegeta! Sweetheart, I didn't hear you come in..." She stammered, now standing as far from Logan as she could.
"Obviously." Vegeta said under his breath, glaring at Logan, "Who are you and why did you just have your hands all over my woman?"
"Hey, listen here, Bub..." Logan began, holding his hands up in a gesture of peace, "I don't know what you think you saw, but..."
Running over to him, Bulma threw herself in front of her husband, "Now, now, Veggie, Don't do anything you might regret later..."
"Out of my way, woman!" Vegeta shoved Bulma to the side, she landed on the ground...hard. Logan looked from her to Vegeta, a growl forming in his throat, animalistic and unmerciful.
"You oughta be more kind to your woman, Veggie," Logan said, lunging himself towards the other man, who ducked and came up with a series of kicks to Logan's midsection. Gasping and falling backwards, Logan glanced at Jean, whose face was contorted in pain as she felt what was happening around her. Without another word, he stood up and brushed past Vegeta, heading outside.
"Vegeta, no!" Bulma cried, trying to grab his foot to stop him from following the stranger outside to finish what had been started, "Please, don't fight!"
Ignoring her, Vegeta followed Logan outside, a smile of anitipation on his lips. His smile was reflected within the metal claws protruding from the backs of Logan's hands, and in his opponite's eyes.
"They call me Wolverine, Bub," Logan began, going at once into a fighting stance, resheathing his claws, he didn't think he'd be needing them, "I've been achin' fer a good scrap ever since we came to this god fersaken' place!"
Vegeta dropped down low as well, smiling coldly, "Then give me you best shot...Wolverine..."
Logan allowed Vegeta to get in the first series of punches and kicks, hardly blocking at all, much to Vegeta's pleaure. Breathing heavily, he paused and looked as the bruises and cuts upon Wolverine's face began to heal and close up. He was almost postive there was some internal bleeding due to his feirce attack and was waiting for him to keel over. Instead, Wolverine surprised him by standing up and grinning at him.
"One other thing," Logan said, "I have a healing factor and bones laced with an unbreakable substance known as adamantium."
