Hello everyone! How are you? I just got back from vacation on Tuesday. So, I've been waiting desperately to write another chapter, since I wasn't able to get access to a computer. I hope that all of you have had a safe week and a half. And on with the story!
Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men: Evolution or any of its characters. All original characters are mine, and should not be used without permission.
"Hold fast to dreams, for If dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly." ~Unknown
Title: Two sides of the same coin
Author: JupiterHalo
Rating: PG to PG-13
Part: 17/?
Date completed: July 13, 2003
*means telepathic thoughts*
//means normal thoughts//
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Jean paced nervously around the clearing, not looking at the tomb looming off to her right. Scott had always joked about this habit of hers: "If you're not careful, Jean, the carpets in the mansion will be permanently stuck to the floor!" She sighed and started her circle again. //Scott... where are you?//
Martinez was watching her nervously, his own nervous habit revealed. He was absentmindedly cracking his knuckles and fingers; the noise was deafening.
"Do you think everyone else has abandoned us?" He asked Jean quietly, gazing at the tomb. "I mean, if this is the real stuff, a bunch of the guys are bound to get scared."
"I thought you and the other members of the Silent Gaze are the best the military has to offer. Don't tell me you get spooked at a little hocus pocus like this." Jean mocked him gently, smiling to let him know she was kidding. He grinned back, and nodded.
"We are. But that doesn't mean that we aren't afraid of some things." Jean nodded in understanding. That was nature. Being afraid of something you don't understand is totally normal. She was finally beginning to understand why some of the members in Danny's team feel the way they do. A comfortable silence fell on the clearing, both of them finally at ease with each other.
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"He is coming." Kazahiko bowed low and nodded. "The girl also signals his arrival." Kazahiko nodded again.
"What would you like me to do, Master? If you wish for me to kill her, then consider the deed done. She is defenseless."
"No..." The deep voice said, pensively. "Let her live... for a time. She may prove useful to us."
"Understood."
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Martinez stood suddenly. Jean was already on alert. Someone was close. "Stay behind me." She told him, getting into a defensive stance. Using her mind, she tried to "sniff out" who was nearby, but was having no luck.
He pulled out his Silent Gaze stun gun and cocked it. Again, the noise he was making was deafening. With his finger on the trigger, he felt a little more at ease.
Leaves crackled in the forest around them. The footsteps were getting closer. In a silent motion, Martinez nodded to Jean. They both stood ready.
Both of them turned around at the same time, looking at the side of the clearing directly opposite the tomb. Martinez aimed and fired his gun, while Jean got ready to mind-blast the intruder.
"Hey, hey! Take it easy; it's just us." Jean put her hand over her heart as Scott and Danny stepped into the clearing. "Easy on that trigger finger," Scott scolded Martinez gently.
"God! You two... you two scared us half to death! We thought you were Kazahiko!" Jean put her hands on her hips and glared at both of them.
"Sorry," Scott apologized. "We would have told you that we were on our way, but our communicator got screwed up in that dense brush we happen to call a forest."
Jean looked at both of them warily. "You two actually worked together? Without killing each other, first?"
Danny nodded, his face serious. "It's part of the job, Jean. You work with whoever is assigned to you, even if you don't like them." Scott nodded in agreement; remembering all of the times he and the other X-Men had had to work with the Brotherhood.
"But, there's something about you two. Both of you are different, somehow." An idea suddenly sprang to her mind. They'd probably had a shouting match while scouting. Which was good. Both of them had finally gotten the chance to say what they really felt each other. She felt a quiet bond of admiration between the two men.
"So... this is the tomb, huh?" Scott walked towards it. "I thought it would be... bigger." Jean smiled. The rock it had been carved into was massive, but leave it to Scott to crack a bad joke.
"Yeah... we've been staked out here for quite a while. Nothing weird has happened. Yet."
Scott reached out to touch the rock, his fingers tracing gently over the carvings made there. Jean went to stand beside him, telling him what had been happening. Danny felt a flash of jealousy. She was supposed to be doing that with him, not Scott.
Danny walked up to the tomb as well, staring at it. "Have you figured out a way to get in?" Both Jean and Martinez shook their heads.
"No, sir. We haven't tried. We thought it was in our best interests to wait for backup."
"I agree. Good job, Lieutenant." Martinez beamed at the praise Danny gave him. "Now, let's see what we can do with this..." Danny muttered to himself and touched the surface of the rock.
It was smooth. And warm. Definitely not what he had expected. The tomb looked like it was carved out of a very rough type of rock, and would definitely be cool.
Something ran through him when his fingertips grazed the writing. Something that touched his very soul. He felt compelled to speak something, anything. "Bartuc et altra waffmir. Bartuc et altra pleglu."
Jean looked at him in alarm. That was definitely something that should not be happening. "Danny? Danny, what are you doing?"
"Trewai juro poquan luad. Iil qual odle ofa nag." Danny ignored her. He wanted to say the next phrase, even if he couldn't understand what he was saying. "Attu li! Attu li! ATTU LI!"
With that final phrase, a rumbling shook the little clearing, throwing all but Danny to the ground. A crack appeared in the stone, then another one, until even Danny had to take notice of what was happening. "What the hell-" The stone exploded. Scott crawled over the Jean, covering her body with his.
"Scott! What's happening?" Jean cried out in fear, looking up at Danny. Scott was taking most of the flying debris that passed over their heads, protecting Jean as best as he could. A large piece came flying at him, knocking off his visor and hitting him in the face. He turned away, his eyes shut tightly, cradling Jean to him with all his strength.
After what seemed like forever, but was only about fifteen seconds, the rumbling stopped. The debris stopped flying, but the air around them was clouded with a thick dust. Jean coughed and flexed her arms and legs, checking to see if she had broken anything. Luckily, she hadn't. "Scott!" He was lying a few inches from her, blood running from a gash in his forehead.
"Jean... you... okay?" He whispered to her, groaning at the pain running through his body. She found his visor buried at the bottom of a small pile of rubble. Thankfully, it wasn't broken. She quickly cleaned it off and put it over his eyes.
"Oh, my god, Scott! You're bleeding!" He sat up slowly, as Jean applied quickly unzipped her uniform. She tore off a piece of the shirt she was wearing underneath and wrapped it around his head. "That should do, for now. But, Scott, we have to get you to a hospital!"
"No... I'll be... fine," he managed to gasp out. "Where's Morris and Martinez?" A quick look around discovered Martinez' fate. A hand stuck out of a pile of boulders, his rifle beside it on the ground. Danny was still standing where he had been when the rumblings started. He appeared to be unhurt.
"My god... what was that?" He whispered to himself over and over, trying to figure out what had happened. A large opening now stood at the place where the stone had; Danny stood paralyzed beside it.
"Danny..." Jean said softly. "What was that?"
"I don't know! I... those words... all of a sudden, I wanted to say them!" He started hyperventilating, sinking down to the ground slowly.
"Where did they come from? Jean reached out to rub his back gently, but he shied away.
"I DON'T KNOW! I just... I knew what was going to happen." His eyes filled with tears. "And I wanted it to happen."
Scott stood on wobbly legs. Miraculously, the only serious injury was to his head. "You wanted it to happen?"
"Yeah..." Tears spilled over onto his cheeks. "Forgive me, Scott... I wanted... I wanted to hurt you. I wanted..." he whispered this last part, "I wanted to kill you." Jean gasped.
"Excellent!" All three of them looked over to where the voice had come from. "Exactly what I would expect from the One." Jean froze. That voice... no, it couldn't be! From the opening, a man appeared. He was tall. Short, black hair framed piercing blue eyes and a strong face. He wore all black, right down to his boots. The only real color he had was the silver Japanese style sword his carried at his waist. Jean would consider him handsome, but his features spoke of cruelty.
"Who... who are you?" Danny asked in a shaky tone, trying to resist the impulse to run away. Scott and Jean stood together, watching him warily.
"I believe that your companions already know of me." His hypnotic voice was a nice one; a sound Danny couldn't get enough of.
"Kazahiko..." Jean whispered and instinctively placed herself in front of Scott. Kazahiko looked at the pair and laughed.
"Stupid girl. You seek to protect that being, even though I could kill you in an instant. Unfortunately, it is not you or that one I am after." Kazahiko turned to look down at Danny, a smirk on his face. "I have come for you, Daniel Sartor Morris. You are the Chosen One, the very being we have been waiting for."
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I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter. Thanks to all of my readers- I hope the story is what you've expected so far! I'll update very soon! If you have any thoughts on this story or any of my others- please submit a review or e-mail me at SetsunaPuu21@cs.com with "Two sides of the same coin" in the subject line. See you all next time! Peace!
Love always,
~JupiterHalo~
Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men: Evolution or any of its characters. All original characters are mine, and should not be used without permission.
"Hold fast to dreams, for If dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly." ~Unknown
Title: Two sides of the same coin
Author: JupiterHalo
Rating: PG to PG-13
Part: 17/?
Date completed: July 13, 2003
*means telepathic thoughts*
//means normal thoughts//
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Jean paced nervously around the clearing, not looking at the tomb looming off to her right. Scott had always joked about this habit of hers: "If you're not careful, Jean, the carpets in the mansion will be permanently stuck to the floor!" She sighed and started her circle again. //Scott... where are you?//
Martinez was watching her nervously, his own nervous habit revealed. He was absentmindedly cracking his knuckles and fingers; the noise was deafening.
"Do you think everyone else has abandoned us?" He asked Jean quietly, gazing at the tomb. "I mean, if this is the real stuff, a bunch of the guys are bound to get scared."
"I thought you and the other members of the Silent Gaze are the best the military has to offer. Don't tell me you get spooked at a little hocus pocus like this." Jean mocked him gently, smiling to let him know she was kidding. He grinned back, and nodded.
"We are. But that doesn't mean that we aren't afraid of some things." Jean nodded in understanding. That was nature. Being afraid of something you don't understand is totally normal. She was finally beginning to understand why some of the members in Danny's team feel the way they do. A comfortable silence fell on the clearing, both of them finally at ease with each other.
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"He is coming." Kazahiko bowed low and nodded. "The girl also signals his arrival." Kazahiko nodded again.
"What would you like me to do, Master? If you wish for me to kill her, then consider the deed done. She is defenseless."
"No..." The deep voice said, pensively. "Let her live... for a time. She may prove useful to us."
"Understood."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Martinez stood suddenly. Jean was already on alert. Someone was close. "Stay behind me." She told him, getting into a defensive stance. Using her mind, she tried to "sniff out" who was nearby, but was having no luck.
He pulled out his Silent Gaze stun gun and cocked it. Again, the noise he was making was deafening. With his finger on the trigger, he felt a little more at ease.
Leaves crackled in the forest around them. The footsteps were getting closer. In a silent motion, Martinez nodded to Jean. They both stood ready.
Both of them turned around at the same time, looking at the side of the clearing directly opposite the tomb. Martinez aimed and fired his gun, while Jean got ready to mind-blast the intruder.
"Hey, hey! Take it easy; it's just us." Jean put her hand over her heart as Scott and Danny stepped into the clearing. "Easy on that trigger finger," Scott scolded Martinez gently.
"God! You two... you two scared us half to death! We thought you were Kazahiko!" Jean put her hands on her hips and glared at both of them.
"Sorry," Scott apologized. "We would have told you that we were on our way, but our communicator got screwed up in that dense brush we happen to call a forest."
Jean looked at both of them warily. "You two actually worked together? Without killing each other, first?"
Danny nodded, his face serious. "It's part of the job, Jean. You work with whoever is assigned to you, even if you don't like them." Scott nodded in agreement; remembering all of the times he and the other X-Men had had to work with the Brotherhood.
"But, there's something about you two. Both of you are different, somehow." An idea suddenly sprang to her mind. They'd probably had a shouting match while scouting. Which was good. Both of them had finally gotten the chance to say what they really felt each other. She felt a quiet bond of admiration between the two men.
"So... this is the tomb, huh?" Scott walked towards it. "I thought it would be... bigger." Jean smiled. The rock it had been carved into was massive, but leave it to Scott to crack a bad joke.
"Yeah... we've been staked out here for quite a while. Nothing weird has happened. Yet."
Scott reached out to touch the rock, his fingers tracing gently over the carvings made there. Jean went to stand beside him, telling him what had been happening. Danny felt a flash of jealousy. She was supposed to be doing that with him, not Scott.
Danny walked up to the tomb as well, staring at it. "Have you figured out a way to get in?" Both Jean and Martinez shook their heads.
"No, sir. We haven't tried. We thought it was in our best interests to wait for backup."
"I agree. Good job, Lieutenant." Martinez beamed at the praise Danny gave him. "Now, let's see what we can do with this..." Danny muttered to himself and touched the surface of the rock.
It was smooth. And warm. Definitely not what he had expected. The tomb looked like it was carved out of a very rough type of rock, and would definitely be cool.
Something ran through him when his fingertips grazed the writing. Something that touched his very soul. He felt compelled to speak something, anything. "Bartuc et altra waffmir. Bartuc et altra pleglu."
Jean looked at him in alarm. That was definitely something that should not be happening. "Danny? Danny, what are you doing?"
"Trewai juro poquan luad. Iil qual odle ofa nag." Danny ignored her. He wanted to say the next phrase, even if he couldn't understand what he was saying. "Attu li! Attu li! ATTU LI!"
With that final phrase, a rumbling shook the little clearing, throwing all but Danny to the ground. A crack appeared in the stone, then another one, until even Danny had to take notice of what was happening. "What the hell-" The stone exploded. Scott crawled over the Jean, covering her body with his.
"Scott! What's happening?" Jean cried out in fear, looking up at Danny. Scott was taking most of the flying debris that passed over their heads, protecting Jean as best as he could. A large piece came flying at him, knocking off his visor and hitting him in the face. He turned away, his eyes shut tightly, cradling Jean to him with all his strength.
After what seemed like forever, but was only about fifteen seconds, the rumbling stopped. The debris stopped flying, but the air around them was clouded with a thick dust. Jean coughed and flexed her arms and legs, checking to see if she had broken anything. Luckily, she hadn't. "Scott!" He was lying a few inches from her, blood running from a gash in his forehead.
"Jean... you... okay?" He whispered to her, groaning at the pain running through his body. She found his visor buried at the bottom of a small pile of rubble. Thankfully, it wasn't broken. She quickly cleaned it off and put it over his eyes.
"Oh, my god, Scott! You're bleeding!" He sat up slowly, as Jean applied quickly unzipped her uniform. She tore off a piece of the shirt she was wearing underneath and wrapped it around his head. "That should do, for now. But, Scott, we have to get you to a hospital!"
"No... I'll be... fine," he managed to gasp out. "Where's Morris and Martinez?" A quick look around discovered Martinez' fate. A hand stuck out of a pile of boulders, his rifle beside it on the ground. Danny was still standing where he had been when the rumblings started. He appeared to be unhurt.
"My god... what was that?" He whispered to himself over and over, trying to figure out what had happened. A large opening now stood at the place where the stone had; Danny stood paralyzed beside it.
"Danny..." Jean said softly. "What was that?"
"I don't know! I... those words... all of a sudden, I wanted to say them!" He started hyperventilating, sinking down to the ground slowly.
"Where did they come from? Jean reached out to rub his back gently, but he shied away.
"I DON'T KNOW! I just... I knew what was going to happen." His eyes filled with tears. "And I wanted it to happen."
Scott stood on wobbly legs. Miraculously, the only serious injury was to his head. "You wanted it to happen?"
"Yeah..." Tears spilled over onto his cheeks. "Forgive me, Scott... I wanted... I wanted to hurt you. I wanted..." he whispered this last part, "I wanted to kill you." Jean gasped.
"Excellent!" All three of them looked over to where the voice had come from. "Exactly what I would expect from the One." Jean froze. That voice... no, it couldn't be! From the opening, a man appeared. He was tall. Short, black hair framed piercing blue eyes and a strong face. He wore all black, right down to his boots. The only real color he had was the silver Japanese style sword his carried at his waist. Jean would consider him handsome, but his features spoke of cruelty.
"Who... who are you?" Danny asked in a shaky tone, trying to resist the impulse to run away. Scott and Jean stood together, watching him warily.
"I believe that your companions already know of me." His hypnotic voice was a nice one; a sound Danny couldn't get enough of.
"Kazahiko..." Jean whispered and instinctively placed herself in front of Scott. Kazahiko looked at the pair and laughed.
"Stupid girl. You seek to protect that being, even though I could kill you in an instant. Unfortunately, it is not you or that one I am after." Kazahiko turned to look down at Danny, a smirk on his face. "I have come for you, Daniel Sartor Morris. You are the Chosen One, the very being we have been waiting for."
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I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter. Thanks to all of my readers- I hope the story is what you've expected so far! I'll update very soon! If you have any thoughts on this story or any of my others- please submit a review or e-mail me at SetsunaPuu21@cs.com with "Two sides of the same coin" in the subject line. See you all next time! Peace!
Love always,
~JupiterHalo~
