Agent-G: just relax, let it go, Marianne's gone, or is she? I know, I'm
evil! I won't tell, but I promise, I've got a plot again.
Just a Girl – Give a bit of trust
"Joey, relax," Michael looked at his side at the younger man. It was obvious he was nervous, why would you develop a tick of constantly looking over your shoulder if you weren't nervous.
"Look, it may be normal for you, but I'm just a student," Joey looked over his shoulder again, "and they're in."
He saw a tall, white haired woman walking in, followed by a redhead. Those would be the ones Xavier had sent them. Joey was hoping it would work out, since he had caught Anne several times pretending to have eaten, while she hadn't, so that the kids would have some more food.
"Hello, you must be Ororo Munroe and Jean Grey. My name is Michael Johnson and this is Joey Cook," Michael rose out of his chair and motioned the women to take their seat across from him at the table.
"A pleasure to meet you," Ororo replied with her usual dignity, Jean directed a smile at the two men. Xavier had told them why they were to meet them, and to be honest, Jean had been impressed.
"Can we get you anything to eat or drink? The drive here must have been long," Joey offered.
"No thanks, we were actually thinking we would better get to your house as soon as possible," Jean declined. She saw Michael narrow his eyes, her eagerness to see the children had aroused his suspicion.
"That can wait, child, I'll have tea, please," Ororo intervened, sitting down at the table.
"I'll have a coke, do you want anything, miss?" Joey grinned and ordered three cokes and a cup of tea.
"The woman who contacted Professor Xavier, Anne, will we meet her too?" Ororo asked carefully, while sipping her tea.
"Sure, she's just working now," Joey nodded.
"Remind me, Joey, you're not coming along for this again," Michael groaned, Joey would give everything away and what would happen if those two weren't who they pretended to be? 'Musn't. Kick. His. Ass.' Michael told himself, 'Anne won't be happy if I do.'
"I assure you, Michael, we are who we say we are. Just give us a little trust," Jean spoke up, "you were broadcasting."
"Fine, fine, if only that it won't make Anne angry with me," Michael sighed, "otherwise, I'm into the doghouse."
"You're the boyfriend?" Jean asked him with a slight smirk on her face.
"Yup, he is, and boy, is he wipped!" Joey grinned, "Anne's our resident doc an' do-gooder. Michael here is our resident grouch and he was hell to be around before Anne was living with us."
"And Joey is the resident parrot and a plain pain in the ass," Michael gave him a look that told him clearly that if he didn't shut up this instant, he would face a very painfull death, and knowing Michael, that just might be true.
"And this pain in the ass is shutting up," Joey decided to play it wise, for a change.
"Tell us a little about yourselves, please," Ororo spoke up, sipping from her tea.
So Michael told them about with who he lived, though he left large parts of Anne out of the story. If they knew that, she would become vulnerable to them and it would be easy for her to get hurt. If there would be anything for to avoid that, he would do it.
He still remembered the vulnerable, pale girl that had been dropped off at his and Joey's doorstep by the Mutant Underground. They had nothing on her past, she claimed not to remember a thing from before waking from a coma. No one told them either. She had soon gotten the place back into shape before she got into university. The only girl living with two guys, you would have htought it would be difficult for her. After four months, which included Anne driving Michael nuts by going out with boy after boy, he had convinced himself it had just been brotherly concern, Anne and him got together, thanks to a Joey who was tired of them dancing around eachother.
And then, Anne got into college, to become a doctor. That wasn't really necesary, though. Of all that she had told them about her recovery after the coma. She had literally devoured every medical text she could get her hands on, and Michael swore that she knew them inside out. Add the instinctual knowledge she seemed to have, all she really needed was the certificate. Michael had informed his contacts about this and they were working on getting that for her, she had already told them she would become a doctor for the Underground.
She was a strange girl, appreciated classic music as much as Metallica or Iron Maiden, when she was mad at you, you'd better head for the hills, but she would never intentionally hurt someone. Well, not badly, at least.
Then there were the kids she had taken in, she kept them all in line, while juggling three jobs and university. No knew how she did it, though Joey had his money placed that one of her powers was an abundance of energy.
Sure, she wasn't perfect, with a temper that sent grown men running and her ability to wreak havoc to anything technical. They had learned pretty soon not to get between her and white chocolat when she was tired or green tea in the morning. Not if you valued your life, that is, or the place where your limbs were normally placed.
"I believe it would be time to go home, Anne will get off duty in about," Michael glanced at his watch, "half an hour. You two can spent the night, if you don't mind sharing a room with Sam and Ezra."
"No, we won't mind," Ororo smiled as she straightened.
"Do you have your own transportation, or do you want to catch a ride with us?" Michael looked at the two women. They quickly decided it would be best to ride with the men, as they had come by means of public transportation and the Blackbird.
~*At Anne's job*~
"You can go home, hon, or others those boys o' yours will tear down the house in search o' food," an old, grey haired woman smiled at Anne from behind the counter, "any customers that come now, I can handle on myself, dear."
"You're sure, Mrs. Gravin?" Anne turned towards the older woman.
"Sure dear, you look like you could use a good rest. How are the children doing?" the woman confirmed.
"Fine, okay, I'll be back on Monday, Mrs Gravin," Anne pulled her coat from the wall and left with a warm smile directed at the old woman. Outside, she put on her helmet as she clomb onto her motorcycle. It was an old bike, she didn't know where the guys had found it for her birthday, or, the day they had elected to be her birtday, since she didn't remember. They had just barged into her room one day and started singing 'happy birtday'. Not a good way to wake up, as none of them were quite able to sing.
She could go back home directly, but that meant facing the women who would take the kids away. Well, not actually taking, the kids needed this and it had been her idea. She just needed to clear her head first, before she would go back, or she could do something very, very stupid, like lose control.
She revved the engine, a smile found its way onto her face as she took off, the cold, wintery air cut through her coat and she relished in the feeling. On her bike, she felt so alive, not as if a part of her life was missing, a rather large part. Anne often wondered if there were people out there looking for her, or for whom she had been. However, she wanted a good life, and she was not certain if she had had a good life before the coma. She did not want to take the risk of finding out that she had been a terrible person, or that she had had a terrible life, not now her life was so good.
Anne made up a quick account for her life, not a very long one that she could remember: three months coma, then five recovering from what had happened to her body, she had the scars to prove that it had all been very real, she moved in with Joey and Michael after that. She had spent four months getting a taste of life as a normal, single girl. Then, Joey had set her up with Michael, and they turned into a couple. And here she was, a little over 20 months after waking up from her coma, and she had a very good life.
After about half an hour, it was the time she usually got off from work, she turned her bike around and headed home. Time to face the music, and see if Michael hadn't behaved too badly towards them. She knew him, and he was always suspicious of strangers and a bit impatient, well, make that a lot impatient.
As she parked her bike outside, she noticed that the old, banged up jeep was already there, which meant that Michael and Joey were already at home. She fumbled a bit with her keys in order to find the one that opened the front door. She cast a casual glance at the house: it really needed a lick of paint, or rather: a gallon of paint, wood and a lot of work. She made a mental note to get the boys to fix it up. There was no way she would try and do it, chances were that she would end up wearing the paint in stead of the house.
"Hey guys, I'm home!" she called out while closing the door again. She heard several greetings coming from the livingroom and she made her way towards it. Entering, she skimmed the room: a redhead and a woman with white hair. She also noticed the women's eyes widen as they saw her, and somehow, Anne doubted that it was because of her stunning good looks, because they were presently unaccounted for and missing in action. Hell, they probably never made it into action.
Just a Girl – Give a bit of trust
"Joey, relax," Michael looked at his side at the younger man. It was obvious he was nervous, why would you develop a tick of constantly looking over your shoulder if you weren't nervous.
"Look, it may be normal for you, but I'm just a student," Joey looked over his shoulder again, "and they're in."
He saw a tall, white haired woman walking in, followed by a redhead. Those would be the ones Xavier had sent them. Joey was hoping it would work out, since he had caught Anne several times pretending to have eaten, while she hadn't, so that the kids would have some more food.
"Hello, you must be Ororo Munroe and Jean Grey. My name is Michael Johnson and this is Joey Cook," Michael rose out of his chair and motioned the women to take their seat across from him at the table.
"A pleasure to meet you," Ororo replied with her usual dignity, Jean directed a smile at the two men. Xavier had told them why they were to meet them, and to be honest, Jean had been impressed.
"Can we get you anything to eat or drink? The drive here must have been long," Joey offered.
"No thanks, we were actually thinking we would better get to your house as soon as possible," Jean declined. She saw Michael narrow his eyes, her eagerness to see the children had aroused his suspicion.
"That can wait, child, I'll have tea, please," Ororo intervened, sitting down at the table.
"I'll have a coke, do you want anything, miss?" Joey grinned and ordered three cokes and a cup of tea.
"The woman who contacted Professor Xavier, Anne, will we meet her too?" Ororo asked carefully, while sipping her tea.
"Sure, she's just working now," Joey nodded.
"Remind me, Joey, you're not coming along for this again," Michael groaned, Joey would give everything away and what would happen if those two weren't who they pretended to be? 'Musn't. Kick. His. Ass.' Michael told himself, 'Anne won't be happy if I do.'
"I assure you, Michael, we are who we say we are. Just give us a little trust," Jean spoke up, "you were broadcasting."
"Fine, fine, if only that it won't make Anne angry with me," Michael sighed, "otherwise, I'm into the doghouse."
"You're the boyfriend?" Jean asked him with a slight smirk on her face.
"Yup, he is, and boy, is he wipped!" Joey grinned, "Anne's our resident doc an' do-gooder. Michael here is our resident grouch and he was hell to be around before Anne was living with us."
"And Joey is the resident parrot and a plain pain in the ass," Michael gave him a look that told him clearly that if he didn't shut up this instant, he would face a very painfull death, and knowing Michael, that just might be true.
"And this pain in the ass is shutting up," Joey decided to play it wise, for a change.
"Tell us a little about yourselves, please," Ororo spoke up, sipping from her tea.
So Michael told them about with who he lived, though he left large parts of Anne out of the story. If they knew that, she would become vulnerable to them and it would be easy for her to get hurt. If there would be anything for to avoid that, he would do it.
He still remembered the vulnerable, pale girl that had been dropped off at his and Joey's doorstep by the Mutant Underground. They had nothing on her past, she claimed not to remember a thing from before waking from a coma. No one told them either. She had soon gotten the place back into shape before she got into university. The only girl living with two guys, you would have htought it would be difficult for her. After four months, which included Anne driving Michael nuts by going out with boy after boy, he had convinced himself it had just been brotherly concern, Anne and him got together, thanks to a Joey who was tired of them dancing around eachother.
And then, Anne got into college, to become a doctor. That wasn't really necesary, though. Of all that she had told them about her recovery after the coma. She had literally devoured every medical text she could get her hands on, and Michael swore that she knew them inside out. Add the instinctual knowledge she seemed to have, all she really needed was the certificate. Michael had informed his contacts about this and they were working on getting that for her, she had already told them she would become a doctor for the Underground.
She was a strange girl, appreciated classic music as much as Metallica or Iron Maiden, when she was mad at you, you'd better head for the hills, but she would never intentionally hurt someone. Well, not badly, at least.
Then there were the kids she had taken in, she kept them all in line, while juggling three jobs and university. No knew how she did it, though Joey had his money placed that one of her powers was an abundance of energy.
Sure, she wasn't perfect, with a temper that sent grown men running and her ability to wreak havoc to anything technical. They had learned pretty soon not to get between her and white chocolat when she was tired or green tea in the morning. Not if you valued your life, that is, or the place where your limbs were normally placed.
"I believe it would be time to go home, Anne will get off duty in about," Michael glanced at his watch, "half an hour. You two can spent the night, if you don't mind sharing a room with Sam and Ezra."
"No, we won't mind," Ororo smiled as she straightened.
"Do you have your own transportation, or do you want to catch a ride with us?" Michael looked at the two women. They quickly decided it would be best to ride with the men, as they had come by means of public transportation and the Blackbird.
~*At Anne's job*~
"You can go home, hon, or others those boys o' yours will tear down the house in search o' food," an old, grey haired woman smiled at Anne from behind the counter, "any customers that come now, I can handle on myself, dear."
"You're sure, Mrs. Gravin?" Anne turned towards the older woman.
"Sure dear, you look like you could use a good rest. How are the children doing?" the woman confirmed.
"Fine, okay, I'll be back on Monday, Mrs Gravin," Anne pulled her coat from the wall and left with a warm smile directed at the old woman. Outside, she put on her helmet as she clomb onto her motorcycle. It was an old bike, she didn't know where the guys had found it for her birthday, or, the day they had elected to be her birtday, since she didn't remember. They had just barged into her room one day and started singing 'happy birtday'. Not a good way to wake up, as none of them were quite able to sing.
She could go back home directly, but that meant facing the women who would take the kids away. Well, not actually taking, the kids needed this and it had been her idea. She just needed to clear her head first, before she would go back, or she could do something very, very stupid, like lose control.
She revved the engine, a smile found its way onto her face as she took off, the cold, wintery air cut through her coat and she relished in the feeling. On her bike, she felt so alive, not as if a part of her life was missing, a rather large part. Anne often wondered if there were people out there looking for her, or for whom she had been. However, she wanted a good life, and she was not certain if she had had a good life before the coma. She did not want to take the risk of finding out that she had been a terrible person, or that she had had a terrible life, not now her life was so good.
Anne made up a quick account for her life, not a very long one that she could remember: three months coma, then five recovering from what had happened to her body, she had the scars to prove that it had all been very real, she moved in with Joey and Michael after that. She had spent four months getting a taste of life as a normal, single girl. Then, Joey had set her up with Michael, and they turned into a couple. And here she was, a little over 20 months after waking up from her coma, and she had a very good life.
After about half an hour, it was the time she usually got off from work, she turned her bike around and headed home. Time to face the music, and see if Michael hadn't behaved too badly towards them. She knew him, and he was always suspicious of strangers and a bit impatient, well, make that a lot impatient.
As she parked her bike outside, she noticed that the old, banged up jeep was already there, which meant that Michael and Joey were already at home. She fumbled a bit with her keys in order to find the one that opened the front door. She cast a casual glance at the house: it really needed a lick of paint, or rather: a gallon of paint, wood and a lot of work. She made a mental note to get the boys to fix it up. There was no way she would try and do it, chances were that she would end up wearing the paint in stead of the house.
"Hey guys, I'm home!" she called out while closing the door again. She heard several greetings coming from the livingroom and she made her way towards it. Entering, she skimmed the room: a redhead and a woman with white hair. She also noticed the women's eyes widen as they saw her, and somehow, Anne doubted that it was because of her stunning good looks, because they were presently unaccounted for and missing in action. Hell, they probably never made it into action.