Agent-G: well, as far as I believe, you are one of my most loyal reviewers,
if the only one of this story as of yet (hint hint). Well, what does the
future has in store? One can never tell, can one?
Fighting Destiny – Arrivals
"Y' sure de femme won't kill me?" Remy asked Tank while they were playing poker. Remy had blown up a small table when he fell out of bed, he had been extremely wobbly on his feet the first few minutes. He still cringed at Marianne's outrage, she had all but thrown him out of the hospital wing and left him in Tank's care, seeing as they were both jokers. Remy had spent the rest of the day of making sure he staid out of Marianne's way. Sarah had muttered that that was the first sign of intelligence he displayed.
"Look, Marianne ain't that bad. She's just protective of 'r lab. Sure, she gets mad, an' when she gets mad, there ain't no way you'll stay save for long, but she doesn't stay mad for long, an' with the folks coming today, she'll be too busy stay mad at ya," Tank looked up, grinning, his hand was good.
"Could you boys interrupt your game? The guests are arriving any minute now," Sarah peeked around the corner of the door, "and Marianne is no longer homicidal."
"Dat be very good news t' Remy, Remy don' t'ink he be lookin' good as a corpse," Remy put down his cards, he was losing this round anyway. He won most, but Tank was good at the game himself.
"I'd be willing to find out," Sarah replied, softly growling, she didn't particulary like Remy. Living in the same house with Tank, no matter how big the house was, was hard enough as it was, but now there was another one? Who was even worse? She kept reminding herself that 'murder was illegal', no matter how much it appealed to her.
Outside, Michael and Marianne were waiting for the Blackbird to arrive, enjoying the July sun while they were outside, though making sure they staid in the shadow. There, it was nice, outside of the shadows, it wasn't so nice, at least, not to Marianne's senstive skin. They had found out she burned far to easily in the Arizona sun while constructing the safehouse. To Michael, it had seemed a reason for Marianne to get away, she hated the hot weather, as she was used to Boston, New York, Seattle, a lot of cities up north. But her stubbornness had forbidden her to go, and she staid, staying inside during the most of the day, in the evening and early morning, she would go out, to be, during the day, swallowed up by the hospital wing, which held airconditioning, Michael had made sure that the entire base had the best airconditioning Underground could get it's hands on.
"You do know, that when this is over and if Remy's gonna stay here, I will have to kill him, do you?" Marianne murmurred sleepily.
"If he tries to flirt with you again, I'll help you," Michael chuckled as he felt her snuggle up closer to him. It was true though, Remy no longer had an excuse to flirt with her. And as much as he trusted Marianne, he also was quite a possessive boyfriend.
"Hmmm, you're sweet, but you need a shower," he felt that she was drifting away to sleep. He let her, Marianne had been up most of the night, nightmares of the lab exploding, nightmares of her mother's death, nightmares of what her mind tricked her into believing, of things that could happen. Nightmares had always been her sore spot, she had explained to Michael once, after a particular violent one, that it was a side-effect of her powers. He didn't quite get it, but then again: no one ever accused him of being a genius.
He looked around the gardens, Sarah used her powers to keep the garden in shape during the spring and summer, but let it die, or rest, as she put it, everything that lived, had to die, Sarah always said, otherwise it wouldn't truly live. It was amazing, but Marianne, who battled to win and have every patient survive, agreed with Sarah. She fought to make sure that her patients didn't die before when they were supposed to, but it was not wise for a mortal to become immortal. It would drive them to insanity.
Michael wondered how Logan felt, he was old, he would see his friends die, if Michael knew anyone immortal, it had to be Logan. As quickly as his mind had wondered to the gruff man, as quickly it left the subject. The warmth was making him drowsy, he too hadn't had a great night's sleep, but better then Marianne. He had woken up by her cries, yes, he had helped her get to the bathroom, yes, he had helped her get back to sleep, yes, but in between each episode, he had caught enough sleep to keep himself going.
He knew Tank was with Remy, he had volunteered to make sure Remy didn't get into trouble, Ben was making a new training program for a larger group and Sarah, well, she was somewhere.
Michael perked up slightly when he heard the door of the house opening, there they were. As the four others, Remy and Ben included, joined them, Michael gave them a glare that promised them a very painful lesson if they woke Marianne up before the Blackbird arrived. And a glare from Michael like this always did his work.
Luckily, the Blackbird arrived soon, before Remy could get bored and start something with his cards.
"Merde! Dose be yer guests? De X-Men?!" Remy cursed upon recognizing the jet.
"Yeah, they're friends of Marianne," Tank grinned.
"Dey friend o' yers? Petite?" Remy looked at the waking young woman in Michael's arms.
"Yeah," she yawned, "I used to live with them, actually, a couple of months. We went on a mission, mission went bad, they thought I died, I didn't, ended up in a coma and amnesia. After two years, I got in touch with Xavier, and, well, I got my memories back. The rest is history."
"Merde," Remy cursed again.
"Remy, is there something you'd like to share with us?" Sarah raised her left eyebrow in an amused smirk.
"Remy no' on real good feet wit' 'm. Remy used ta work fo' ol' Mags," Remy kept his eyes fixed upon the approaching jet.
"O boy, you are in for it now," Marianne whistled, "I'll be getting off of your case now. You'll have plenty of 'm on it. But as long as it's 'used to work' and not 'working', it's fine with us."
It was true, they had had mutants in their house who had killed humans, hell, she had killed humans. Only Michael knew that, though, he and the professor, no one else. Pasts didn't matter, the safehouse was where you left your past and started to built a future. Living in the safehouse, however, was all about 'here and now', because tomorrow could be shit. Tomorrow, the FOH could come charging in, tomorrow, one of them could die on a mission, but that was tomorrow and not today. They didn't ignore it, they were prepared for tomorrow, but they didn't dwell on it. That was a one way ticket to insanity-ville.
"Someone up dere doesn' like Remy too much," the Cajun groaned as he flopped down.
"Look on the bright side, the someone up there is not alone," Sarah shrugged with a smirk still in place.
"Sarah!" Marianne scolded, "play nice! Now, this will be the first time I see my friends again in an entire year, and except Logan, none of them have met you face to face, you excepted, Remy, so please, don't do the 'open mouth, insert foot' routine."
They were quite familiar with that routine, especially Tank and Ben, Sarah only did that when she was angry, Marianne when she was too busy to pay attention to what she was saying and Michael, well, he was blunt, but not tactless. She didn't really have an idea about Remy, he gave all the 'Shadow-vibes', but something told her there was more to him, that what he did, he did with a reason. Shadow, well, thinking about what he did happened after a good scolding.
The jet landed, and opened up. The first one to come out was Rogue, she froze dead in her tracks when she saw who was standing among the small group waiting for them.
"Swamprat!" a near frozen whisper found its way over her lips, her tone dripped with venom.
"Good ta see y' too chere," Remy managed an embarrassed smile while scratching his head.
Fighting Destiny – Arrivals
"Y' sure de femme won't kill me?" Remy asked Tank while they were playing poker. Remy had blown up a small table when he fell out of bed, he had been extremely wobbly on his feet the first few minutes. He still cringed at Marianne's outrage, she had all but thrown him out of the hospital wing and left him in Tank's care, seeing as they were both jokers. Remy had spent the rest of the day of making sure he staid out of Marianne's way. Sarah had muttered that that was the first sign of intelligence he displayed.
"Look, Marianne ain't that bad. She's just protective of 'r lab. Sure, she gets mad, an' when she gets mad, there ain't no way you'll stay save for long, but she doesn't stay mad for long, an' with the folks coming today, she'll be too busy stay mad at ya," Tank looked up, grinning, his hand was good.
"Could you boys interrupt your game? The guests are arriving any minute now," Sarah peeked around the corner of the door, "and Marianne is no longer homicidal."
"Dat be very good news t' Remy, Remy don' t'ink he be lookin' good as a corpse," Remy put down his cards, he was losing this round anyway. He won most, but Tank was good at the game himself.
"I'd be willing to find out," Sarah replied, softly growling, she didn't particulary like Remy. Living in the same house with Tank, no matter how big the house was, was hard enough as it was, but now there was another one? Who was even worse? She kept reminding herself that 'murder was illegal', no matter how much it appealed to her.
Outside, Michael and Marianne were waiting for the Blackbird to arrive, enjoying the July sun while they were outside, though making sure they staid in the shadow. There, it was nice, outside of the shadows, it wasn't so nice, at least, not to Marianne's senstive skin. They had found out she burned far to easily in the Arizona sun while constructing the safehouse. To Michael, it had seemed a reason for Marianne to get away, she hated the hot weather, as she was used to Boston, New York, Seattle, a lot of cities up north. But her stubbornness had forbidden her to go, and she staid, staying inside during the most of the day, in the evening and early morning, she would go out, to be, during the day, swallowed up by the hospital wing, which held airconditioning, Michael had made sure that the entire base had the best airconditioning Underground could get it's hands on.
"You do know, that when this is over and if Remy's gonna stay here, I will have to kill him, do you?" Marianne murmurred sleepily.
"If he tries to flirt with you again, I'll help you," Michael chuckled as he felt her snuggle up closer to him. It was true though, Remy no longer had an excuse to flirt with her. And as much as he trusted Marianne, he also was quite a possessive boyfriend.
"Hmmm, you're sweet, but you need a shower," he felt that she was drifting away to sleep. He let her, Marianne had been up most of the night, nightmares of the lab exploding, nightmares of her mother's death, nightmares of what her mind tricked her into believing, of things that could happen. Nightmares had always been her sore spot, she had explained to Michael once, after a particular violent one, that it was a side-effect of her powers. He didn't quite get it, but then again: no one ever accused him of being a genius.
He looked around the gardens, Sarah used her powers to keep the garden in shape during the spring and summer, but let it die, or rest, as she put it, everything that lived, had to die, Sarah always said, otherwise it wouldn't truly live. It was amazing, but Marianne, who battled to win and have every patient survive, agreed with Sarah. She fought to make sure that her patients didn't die before when they were supposed to, but it was not wise for a mortal to become immortal. It would drive them to insanity.
Michael wondered how Logan felt, he was old, he would see his friends die, if Michael knew anyone immortal, it had to be Logan. As quickly as his mind had wondered to the gruff man, as quickly it left the subject. The warmth was making him drowsy, he too hadn't had a great night's sleep, but better then Marianne. He had woken up by her cries, yes, he had helped her get to the bathroom, yes, he had helped her get back to sleep, yes, but in between each episode, he had caught enough sleep to keep himself going.
He knew Tank was with Remy, he had volunteered to make sure Remy didn't get into trouble, Ben was making a new training program for a larger group and Sarah, well, she was somewhere.
Michael perked up slightly when he heard the door of the house opening, there they were. As the four others, Remy and Ben included, joined them, Michael gave them a glare that promised them a very painful lesson if they woke Marianne up before the Blackbird arrived. And a glare from Michael like this always did his work.
Luckily, the Blackbird arrived soon, before Remy could get bored and start something with his cards.
"Merde! Dose be yer guests? De X-Men?!" Remy cursed upon recognizing the jet.
"Yeah, they're friends of Marianne," Tank grinned.
"Dey friend o' yers? Petite?" Remy looked at the waking young woman in Michael's arms.
"Yeah," she yawned, "I used to live with them, actually, a couple of months. We went on a mission, mission went bad, they thought I died, I didn't, ended up in a coma and amnesia. After two years, I got in touch with Xavier, and, well, I got my memories back. The rest is history."
"Merde," Remy cursed again.
"Remy, is there something you'd like to share with us?" Sarah raised her left eyebrow in an amused smirk.
"Remy no' on real good feet wit' 'm. Remy used ta work fo' ol' Mags," Remy kept his eyes fixed upon the approaching jet.
"O boy, you are in for it now," Marianne whistled, "I'll be getting off of your case now. You'll have plenty of 'm on it. But as long as it's 'used to work' and not 'working', it's fine with us."
It was true, they had had mutants in their house who had killed humans, hell, she had killed humans. Only Michael knew that, though, he and the professor, no one else. Pasts didn't matter, the safehouse was where you left your past and started to built a future. Living in the safehouse, however, was all about 'here and now', because tomorrow could be shit. Tomorrow, the FOH could come charging in, tomorrow, one of them could die on a mission, but that was tomorrow and not today. They didn't ignore it, they were prepared for tomorrow, but they didn't dwell on it. That was a one way ticket to insanity-ville.
"Someone up dere doesn' like Remy too much," the Cajun groaned as he flopped down.
"Look on the bright side, the someone up there is not alone," Sarah shrugged with a smirk still in place.
"Sarah!" Marianne scolded, "play nice! Now, this will be the first time I see my friends again in an entire year, and except Logan, none of them have met you face to face, you excepted, Remy, so please, don't do the 'open mouth, insert foot' routine."
They were quite familiar with that routine, especially Tank and Ben, Sarah only did that when she was angry, Marianne when she was too busy to pay attention to what she was saying and Michael, well, he was blunt, but not tactless. She didn't really have an idea about Remy, he gave all the 'Shadow-vibes', but something told her there was more to him, that what he did, he did with a reason. Shadow, well, thinking about what he did happened after a good scolding.
The jet landed, and opened up. The first one to come out was Rogue, she froze dead in her tracks when she saw who was standing among the small group waiting for them.
"Swamprat!" a near frozen whisper found its way over her lips, her tone dripped with venom.
"Good ta see y' too chere," Remy managed an embarrassed smile while scratching his head.