Agent-G: yup, Shadow's annoying. And to be honest: he is based on SEVERAL
guys who I know. If Vincent will kick his butt, will he kick their's too?
Pretty please with sugar on top?
Just a Girl - Agreement
All in all, being grounded wasn't that bad. She got to spent a lot of time in the med-lab, Shadow had promised her to teach her how to ride a bike and now that the other students were coming back, it wasn't as boring as it was before. Ofcourse, they all heard the kidnapping story and they all eyed Shadow suspiciously, but Shadow couldn't care less.
What troubled Marianne, however, that no matter what, when she was talking to Shadow, there was always someone around. As if they thought he would kidnap her again. Didn't they understand he was just an immature boy who didn't think before he acted?
No, they didn't. And she knew why.
"I hate this!" she exclaimed, falling onto her bed, "I hate being the little sister of the X-men. That's all I'll ever be, but I won't have to settle for it. Face it M they don't need you here, they don't need someone to worry constantly about."
She had just returned from a meeting with Xavier and it had taken a lot of persuasion to get him to let her join the team when they would go to that lab. On the promise that she would stay invisible all the time. During the couple of months, she had gained a great deal of knowledge over her mutation. She had learned that intangible illusions wouldn't drain her, no matter what, but making them tangible for too long a time, could result into her falling into a coma.
None of the others were thrilled to hear that she would be joining them. It stung, a lot. Ofcourse it was only worry, but it still stung.
She had been practicing very hard with her power, and she had it almost completely under control. Almost. She still winced when she remembered her being angry at Kurt for pulling a prank on her and that her illusions had decided to take a walk on the wildside, which resulted in a monkey following Kurt around and only he could see it. That had been fun, and Kurt hadn't pulled one over her again since. But then that one where she had put Logan in an illusional maze when he came to get her for extra training, that had not been fun. Mainly because it had been tangible and she had woken up two days later in the med-lab, with a killer headache. She had profoundly apologised to Logan, after calling Bridget and begged her to please come and get Devon before he drove her nuts. Ofcourse two days of being out cold after a little laps of control didn't do anything for the others believing she could handle herself.
"What the hell are you thinkin' doll? Yer not goin' with us to that lab. It's too dangerous!" the door flung open and Shadow stormed in. Yes, he would go too, they would most likely need all the help they could get.
"I was believing I made my point quite clearly. We don't know if there are mutants there, but if they're there, they are going to need help. Hank can't do that on his own and you all need to worry about making sure that no one gets killed," she didn't look op, she did not need to see another big brother, or big sister. If there were people who, remotely, believed that she could take care of herself, that would be Xavier, Ororo, Logan and, surprisingly, Rogue.
"You could get hurt," Shadow sputtered.
"I could get hurt crossing the street! I could get hurt walking down the stairs! Get out, Shadow, and don't any of you come back in here unless you decide to see me as something else then a little sister and start seeing me as an equal! Out. Now," the venom in her voice was obvious and Shadow realised that she was on the border of losing control. He might be immature, but he preferred not to be on one of Marianne's illusions, or let her get hurt because she made it tangible. So he quickly made himself scarce.
'I think I'd better have a talk with the prof about this,' he mused to himself and began to make his way to the professor's office.
Marianne truly, honestly felt like tearing something apart. There was only so much overprotectiveness a person could take, and as she considered it, she had taken her fair share, more then her fair share. First her brother growing up, then her brother after their mother's death, now the entire population of the mansion, Xavier, Ororo, Logan and Rogue excluded. The others, well, let's just say she was feeling that it would be completely justified if she would conjure up some ghost illusions and have them haunt the mansion for at least two or three days.
Instead of doing that, though, she knew that would get her grounded beyond infinity, well, not that, but her being grounded would be extended for at least a couple of weeks, if not more, she went to her stereo and turned it on to one of the highest volumes possible.
"Marianne! Turn that music down! Ah appreciate yer taste, but not tha damned volume!" Rogue was banging at the door three minutes later. Marianne grimaced, but did nothing to turn the music down. After several other tries, Rogue plainly broke her way through the door.
"What's the matter with ya?!" Rogue stomped into the room and turned the music down, "that coulda raised the dead!"
"Yeah yeah, you owe me a new door," Marianne muttered, not moving from her perch in the window, looking out over the grounds of the institute.
Rogue looked at the girl and one thing rang through her mind: uhoh. Things were most certainly off. First of all, Marianne would not react so bland at breaking down the door if she was okay. Second, she only palyed her music that loud when she was upset. Third, when she sat in the window with that look, she was sad.
"Should Ah go get Jean?" Rogue asked the girl.
"No! No, I don't need 'big sister' to come smother me too," Marianne didn't look at Rogue.
"Okay," the gothic girl closed the door. She wasn't close to Marianne, but if she figured the mood the other girl wa sin out right, then it would be better if she talked with her instead of Jean or any of the others.
"Don't tell me you're going on the overprotective tour too, Rogue," the bitterness in Marianne's voice was alarming.
"So that's it. You're feeling smothered, why didn't ya tell someone?" Rogue made herself comfortable on the bed.
"Yeah, right. 'Hey, guys, I'm sick and tried of being the little sister of the X-men.' Do you even realise how they would take that? I don't like being what they think I am," a very deep sigh was emmited from Marianne.
"What do they think ya are?" Rogue asked tentavely.
"Helpless, defenseless, useless, take your pick."
"Ah guess ya could be raht, but ya've gotta realise that there's this somethin' around ya. Somethin' that makes ya look so innocent, not somethin' we're all too used to," Rogue sighed.
"I'm just a girl, I know. I never had to fight mutant haters. The only close call I ever had was when Shadow saved me. But why can't they understand that I want to help, that I am my own responsibility?" Marianne turned to look at Rogue.
"Perhaps they don' wanna understand," Rogue offered.
"I just... I just don't feel as usefull here. I think there is somewhere out there where I can help more then here. Let's face it, I'm the back-up of back-up, I could go on. I wanna go out an' face the world, not being locked up in here with more over-protective not blood relatives then I can handle," Marianne grinned, but there was no humor in that grin.
"Ya wanna run 'way," Rogue concluded.
"Running away sounds so big, I was thinking more along the lines of a little roadtrip after graduation, try to find my place. Only one problem, they won't lemme go, I already know that," Marianne turned back to the window.
"Ya know, Marianne, we don' get along too great, but Ah think Ah can help ya out with that one. We could go on a road trip togethah after graduation. Whaddaya say?" Rogue honestly didn't know what possessed her, but as long as it would keep Marianne from running away and bringing the mansion into an uproar.
"You'd do that? With me?" Marianne stared at her with big eyes.
Inwardly, Rogue already groaned, but she nodded. For a minute, she thought Marianne would go and hug her, she growled a warning. Marianne settled for a thankfull smile.
"Well, ya did tha hackin' ta help meh out, so Ah'll help ya out," Rogue shrugged.
~Report to my office at once. Logan has just returned~ Xavier's voice suddenly rang through their minds.
"Guess we'll have to cut the bonding short," Marianne grinned before rushing to Xavier's office.
Just a Girl - Agreement
All in all, being grounded wasn't that bad. She got to spent a lot of time in the med-lab, Shadow had promised her to teach her how to ride a bike and now that the other students were coming back, it wasn't as boring as it was before. Ofcourse, they all heard the kidnapping story and they all eyed Shadow suspiciously, but Shadow couldn't care less.
What troubled Marianne, however, that no matter what, when she was talking to Shadow, there was always someone around. As if they thought he would kidnap her again. Didn't they understand he was just an immature boy who didn't think before he acted?
No, they didn't. And she knew why.
"I hate this!" she exclaimed, falling onto her bed, "I hate being the little sister of the X-men. That's all I'll ever be, but I won't have to settle for it. Face it M they don't need you here, they don't need someone to worry constantly about."
She had just returned from a meeting with Xavier and it had taken a lot of persuasion to get him to let her join the team when they would go to that lab. On the promise that she would stay invisible all the time. During the couple of months, she had gained a great deal of knowledge over her mutation. She had learned that intangible illusions wouldn't drain her, no matter what, but making them tangible for too long a time, could result into her falling into a coma.
None of the others were thrilled to hear that she would be joining them. It stung, a lot. Ofcourse it was only worry, but it still stung.
She had been practicing very hard with her power, and she had it almost completely under control. Almost. She still winced when she remembered her being angry at Kurt for pulling a prank on her and that her illusions had decided to take a walk on the wildside, which resulted in a monkey following Kurt around and only he could see it. That had been fun, and Kurt hadn't pulled one over her again since. But then that one where she had put Logan in an illusional maze when he came to get her for extra training, that had not been fun. Mainly because it had been tangible and she had woken up two days later in the med-lab, with a killer headache. She had profoundly apologised to Logan, after calling Bridget and begged her to please come and get Devon before he drove her nuts. Ofcourse two days of being out cold after a little laps of control didn't do anything for the others believing she could handle herself.
"What the hell are you thinkin' doll? Yer not goin' with us to that lab. It's too dangerous!" the door flung open and Shadow stormed in. Yes, he would go too, they would most likely need all the help they could get.
"I was believing I made my point quite clearly. We don't know if there are mutants there, but if they're there, they are going to need help. Hank can't do that on his own and you all need to worry about making sure that no one gets killed," she didn't look op, she did not need to see another big brother, or big sister. If there were people who, remotely, believed that she could take care of herself, that would be Xavier, Ororo, Logan and, surprisingly, Rogue.
"You could get hurt," Shadow sputtered.
"I could get hurt crossing the street! I could get hurt walking down the stairs! Get out, Shadow, and don't any of you come back in here unless you decide to see me as something else then a little sister and start seeing me as an equal! Out. Now," the venom in her voice was obvious and Shadow realised that she was on the border of losing control. He might be immature, but he preferred not to be on one of Marianne's illusions, or let her get hurt because she made it tangible. So he quickly made himself scarce.
'I think I'd better have a talk with the prof about this,' he mused to himself and began to make his way to the professor's office.
Marianne truly, honestly felt like tearing something apart. There was only so much overprotectiveness a person could take, and as she considered it, she had taken her fair share, more then her fair share. First her brother growing up, then her brother after their mother's death, now the entire population of the mansion, Xavier, Ororo, Logan and Rogue excluded. The others, well, let's just say she was feeling that it would be completely justified if she would conjure up some ghost illusions and have them haunt the mansion for at least two or three days.
Instead of doing that, though, she knew that would get her grounded beyond infinity, well, not that, but her being grounded would be extended for at least a couple of weeks, if not more, she went to her stereo and turned it on to one of the highest volumes possible.
"Marianne! Turn that music down! Ah appreciate yer taste, but not tha damned volume!" Rogue was banging at the door three minutes later. Marianne grimaced, but did nothing to turn the music down. After several other tries, Rogue plainly broke her way through the door.
"What's the matter with ya?!" Rogue stomped into the room and turned the music down, "that coulda raised the dead!"
"Yeah yeah, you owe me a new door," Marianne muttered, not moving from her perch in the window, looking out over the grounds of the institute.
Rogue looked at the girl and one thing rang through her mind: uhoh. Things were most certainly off. First of all, Marianne would not react so bland at breaking down the door if she was okay. Second, she only palyed her music that loud when she was upset. Third, when she sat in the window with that look, she was sad.
"Should Ah go get Jean?" Rogue asked the girl.
"No! No, I don't need 'big sister' to come smother me too," Marianne didn't look at Rogue.
"Okay," the gothic girl closed the door. She wasn't close to Marianne, but if she figured the mood the other girl wa sin out right, then it would be better if she talked with her instead of Jean or any of the others.
"Don't tell me you're going on the overprotective tour too, Rogue," the bitterness in Marianne's voice was alarming.
"So that's it. You're feeling smothered, why didn't ya tell someone?" Rogue made herself comfortable on the bed.
"Yeah, right. 'Hey, guys, I'm sick and tried of being the little sister of the X-men.' Do you even realise how they would take that? I don't like being what they think I am," a very deep sigh was emmited from Marianne.
"What do they think ya are?" Rogue asked tentavely.
"Helpless, defenseless, useless, take your pick."
"Ah guess ya could be raht, but ya've gotta realise that there's this somethin' around ya. Somethin' that makes ya look so innocent, not somethin' we're all too used to," Rogue sighed.
"I'm just a girl, I know. I never had to fight mutant haters. The only close call I ever had was when Shadow saved me. But why can't they understand that I want to help, that I am my own responsibility?" Marianne turned to look at Rogue.
"Perhaps they don' wanna understand," Rogue offered.
"I just... I just don't feel as usefull here. I think there is somewhere out there where I can help more then here. Let's face it, I'm the back-up of back-up, I could go on. I wanna go out an' face the world, not being locked up in here with more over-protective not blood relatives then I can handle," Marianne grinned, but there was no humor in that grin.
"Ya wanna run 'way," Rogue concluded.
"Running away sounds so big, I was thinking more along the lines of a little roadtrip after graduation, try to find my place. Only one problem, they won't lemme go, I already know that," Marianne turned back to the window.
"Ya know, Marianne, we don' get along too great, but Ah think Ah can help ya out with that one. We could go on a road trip togethah after graduation. Whaddaya say?" Rogue honestly didn't know what possessed her, but as long as it would keep Marianne from running away and bringing the mansion into an uproar.
"You'd do that? With me?" Marianne stared at her with big eyes.
Inwardly, Rogue already groaned, but she nodded. For a minute, she thought Marianne would go and hug her, she growled a warning. Marianne settled for a thankfull smile.
"Well, ya did tha hackin' ta help meh out, so Ah'll help ya out," Rogue shrugged.
~Report to my office at once. Logan has just returned~ Xavier's voice suddenly rang through their minds.
"Guess we'll have to cut the bonding short," Marianne grinned before rushing to Xavier's office.