Destiny??
By sweet like chocolate
Disclaimer: The only time I own X-men Evolution is at night- in my dreams!
Summary: Series of encounters with Destiny. JOTT
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The middle-aged women sat in the garden, shade covering her neatly. She held a book lazily in one hand, and with one eye she carefully watched over the little girl kicking a football with her friends on the lawn.
The girl was striking, her dark auburn hair framing a delicate face except for two white streaks that hung down over her face. The stubborn strands refused to dye and attracted far too much attention as far as Mystique was concerned. Unfortunately there was nothing she could do except keep a close eye on the girl, who had no idea just how special she was. As she ran out of sight to get the ball Mystique started,
"Marie, don't go to far away.
"For tha last time, ma name's Rogue and ah hav control over ma life."
Although she was only 9, Marie or Rogue as she now preferred to be called, was an incredibly spirited child who thought her mother was far too over protective. They had only moved a few years ago, but she had been determined to pick up the accent as soon as possible, as if that might alienate her more from her *mother*.
She had no idea of Mystique's real identity. Mystique could not help but wonder how much her protectiveness of Rogue stemmed from the real need to protect the girl, or from misplaced guilt concerning her lost son.
She was jerked from memories by a strange rustling in the bushes.
"Rogue, is that you?"
"No, Mystique I must talk with you. It is urgent."
"What are you thinking?" She hissed, "You could blow my cover completely."
As usual Destiny spoke without emotion and her voice was low,
"Something of great importance will happen at the Xavier Institute soon, I have sensed it, but the exact nature of it is blurred to me. I must see it, but no one may know I am there. I think you would be interested to see it too."
"You cannot expect me to just leave. I have a child remember."
"No, you remember, she is not yours, she is just in your custody temporarily. You cannot become too attached to the girl."
That shocked her. Destiny was right. She had forgotten that Marie was not hers. It was unusual for her to become emotionally involved with her tasks. Perhaps it would be a good idea to have a break.
"Very well. We leave this evening."
Destiny smiled a secretive smile and began to prepare herself mentally for the task ahead.
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"Why are we here? I thought the event would be at the Xavier Institute."
"Calm down. The actual event will take place at the Xavier Institute, bu this is a beginning, a prequel if you want."
Mystique smoothed down the folds on the stiff nurse's apron and led Destiny carefully down the corridor. As she had expected no one questioned the nurse leading the blind woman, and she stopped outside the glass door of a private ward. To her surprise there was already a group of nurses gathered round the door, watching the proceedings with interest. She carefully watched and listened, trying to gather any information possible.
"It's so sad isn't it?"
"I know, the poor kid, the parents must be desperate. This is a last resort they say."
"Two years it's been, hasn't it."
"Imagine holding on for two years, always hoping but never receiving."
"What exactly will he do anyway?"
"Apparently he's an expert in cases like hers."
"What cases like hers, I've never heard of anything like her case before. I mean two years in a coma, just from seeing her friend hit by a car."
"Poor thing, they must have been very close."
Mystique pushed her way to the front of the crowd, impatient to see what the nurses were gossiping about. What she saw made her start visibly, although she knew she should have expected it.
"Xavier" she whispered.
"What's that dear?" One of the nurses, a largish woman with greasy hair asked loudly. Mystique promptly tried to sink back into the background while whispering an answer.
"I said, I hope he saves her."
"Don't we all, don't we all."
Mystique watched with anticipation, narrating events in a whisper to Destiny, as Xavier leant back to reveal the face of the little girl who was the centre of so much concern of people who had never even talked to her.
She was in for another surprise.
The face on the bed was shockingly pale compared to the red hair that surrounded it, spread out on the pillow, but although five years had passed the girl was instantly recognisable as the one Destiny had spotted in the park all that time ago. It didn't take much for Mystique to add up the facts. The two girls playing in the park, the girl put in a coma by watching her friend die, Destiny's premonition that she was special and Xavier leaning over her bed. This girl was a mutant, and a powerful one at that.
As she watched Xavier closed his eyes and slowly tentatively the girl's fluttered open. She smiled. The nurses around her hugged and laughed, obviously very attached to the small girl stuck in a hospital for two years.
A frown crossed the girl's face as she clutched her head. This was what Mystique had wanted to see. So slowly it was almost invisible at first the objects on the girl's bedside rose and spun in the air surrounding the child's head.
She cried out in terror but Mystique smiled. Telekinesis, a useful power to have, and powerful in the right hands. She took Destiny's hand and led her away, knowing Xavier would have to wipe the minds of the nurses watching. She didn't want to be found out quite yet.
A smile framed her face as she walked out of the hospital. If that was the prequel she could not wait to see the event itself.
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Okay. The JOTT starts next chapter.
I'm still working on Ocean Blue but it's hard going, I've written the chapter after the next one but the end of the Date is giving me difficulties. I know it's been ages and I'm really sorry.
Please review this one, even if only to tell me to get a move on with Ocean Blue!!
- sweet like chocolate
By sweet like chocolate
Disclaimer: The only time I own X-men Evolution is at night- in my dreams!
Summary: Series of encounters with Destiny. JOTT
*~*~*~*~*
The middle-aged women sat in the garden, shade covering her neatly. She held a book lazily in one hand, and with one eye she carefully watched over the little girl kicking a football with her friends on the lawn.
The girl was striking, her dark auburn hair framing a delicate face except for two white streaks that hung down over her face. The stubborn strands refused to dye and attracted far too much attention as far as Mystique was concerned. Unfortunately there was nothing she could do except keep a close eye on the girl, who had no idea just how special she was. As she ran out of sight to get the ball Mystique started,
"Marie, don't go to far away.
"For tha last time, ma name's Rogue and ah hav control over ma life."
Although she was only 9, Marie or Rogue as she now preferred to be called, was an incredibly spirited child who thought her mother was far too over protective. They had only moved a few years ago, but she had been determined to pick up the accent as soon as possible, as if that might alienate her more from her *mother*.
She had no idea of Mystique's real identity. Mystique could not help but wonder how much her protectiveness of Rogue stemmed from the real need to protect the girl, or from misplaced guilt concerning her lost son.
She was jerked from memories by a strange rustling in the bushes.
"Rogue, is that you?"
"No, Mystique I must talk with you. It is urgent."
"What are you thinking?" She hissed, "You could blow my cover completely."
As usual Destiny spoke without emotion and her voice was low,
"Something of great importance will happen at the Xavier Institute soon, I have sensed it, but the exact nature of it is blurred to me. I must see it, but no one may know I am there. I think you would be interested to see it too."
"You cannot expect me to just leave. I have a child remember."
"No, you remember, she is not yours, she is just in your custody temporarily. You cannot become too attached to the girl."
That shocked her. Destiny was right. She had forgotten that Marie was not hers. It was unusual for her to become emotionally involved with her tasks. Perhaps it would be a good idea to have a break.
"Very well. We leave this evening."
Destiny smiled a secretive smile and began to prepare herself mentally for the task ahead.
*~*~*~*~*
"Why are we here? I thought the event would be at the Xavier Institute."
"Calm down. The actual event will take place at the Xavier Institute, bu this is a beginning, a prequel if you want."
Mystique smoothed down the folds on the stiff nurse's apron and led Destiny carefully down the corridor. As she had expected no one questioned the nurse leading the blind woman, and she stopped outside the glass door of a private ward. To her surprise there was already a group of nurses gathered round the door, watching the proceedings with interest. She carefully watched and listened, trying to gather any information possible.
"It's so sad isn't it?"
"I know, the poor kid, the parents must be desperate. This is a last resort they say."
"Two years it's been, hasn't it."
"Imagine holding on for two years, always hoping but never receiving."
"What exactly will he do anyway?"
"Apparently he's an expert in cases like hers."
"What cases like hers, I've never heard of anything like her case before. I mean two years in a coma, just from seeing her friend hit by a car."
"Poor thing, they must have been very close."
Mystique pushed her way to the front of the crowd, impatient to see what the nurses were gossiping about. What she saw made her start visibly, although she knew she should have expected it.
"Xavier" she whispered.
"What's that dear?" One of the nurses, a largish woman with greasy hair asked loudly. Mystique promptly tried to sink back into the background while whispering an answer.
"I said, I hope he saves her."
"Don't we all, don't we all."
Mystique watched with anticipation, narrating events in a whisper to Destiny, as Xavier leant back to reveal the face of the little girl who was the centre of so much concern of people who had never even talked to her.
She was in for another surprise.
The face on the bed was shockingly pale compared to the red hair that surrounded it, spread out on the pillow, but although five years had passed the girl was instantly recognisable as the one Destiny had spotted in the park all that time ago. It didn't take much for Mystique to add up the facts. The two girls playing in the park, the girl put in a coma by watching her friend die, Destiny's premonition that she was special and Xavier leaning over her bed. This girl was a mutant, and a powerful one at that.
As she watched Xavier closed his eyes and slowly tentatively the girl's fluttered open. She smiled. The nurses around her hugged and laughed, obviously very attached to the small girl stuck in a hospital for two years.
A frown crossed the girl's face as she clutched her head. This was what Mystique had wanted to see. So slowly it was almost invisible at first the objects on the girl's bedside rose and spun in the air surrounding the child's head.
She cried out in terror but Mystique smiled. Telekinesis, a useful power to have, and powerful in the right hands. She took Destiny's hand and led her away, knowing Xavier would have to wipe the minds of the nurses watching. She didn't want to be found out quite yet.
A smile framed her face as she walked out of the hospital. If that was the prequel she could not wait to see the event itself.
*~*~*~*~*
Okay. The JOTT starts next chapter.
I'm still working on Ocean Blue but it's hard going, I've written the chapter after the next one but the end of the Date is giving me difficulties. I know it's been ages and I'm really sorry.
Please review this one, even if only to tell me to get a move on with Ocean Blue!!
- sweet like chocolate