Fighting Destiny – Welcome to hell
Marianne was seriously thinking about running screaming from the safehouse. She thought refugees were difficult to get settled, well, having Rogue and Remy in one room without Rogue gutting him and Remy irritating her was even more difficult.
"Welcome to hell," she muttered as she observed the bickering and bantering between the two Southerners, "if we're depending on those two to help save earth, well, I'll just take the easy route with the same destination and just let happen what we're trying to prevent."
"And what made you so bitter, child?" her mutters were interrupted by the voice of Ororo Munroe.
"Life. Safehouse. Doctor. No sleep last night. Take your pick. Now, I'm going to the hospital wing before I start decapitating. Mister McCoy, would you join me? I could show you around, we don't have as much fancy stuff as at the Institute, but I think it will make do," in her mind, Marianne heard only one thing: escape. If she had to hear yet another exchange between Remy and Rogue, and she would go nuts.
Apparantly, Hank thought so too as he eagerly agreed to get out of the room.
"What's the deal with Rogue and Remy? I mean, I felt homicidal towards him, but Rogue takes it to a whole new level," Marianne asked the blue doctor as she punched in the number of the floor on which the hospital was located.
"Long story, he almost blew her hand of, kidnapped her so she could help him in saving his adoptive father," Hank grinned at her.
"Sounds like someone we know, except the 'blowing the hand of'," Marianne grinned as she walked through the empty halls. She showed Hank into the hospital they had, it was true, it wasn't as fancy as the med-lab, but they had everything they needed for a one woman hospital to run.
"It looks perfect," Hank assured his former student.
"You think? This is mainly for observations, the rooms behind this is the ICU, through here are the quarentaine rooms and down that side is the OR, across from the OR we have the X-Ray room and that was it, o no, the lab. Let's not forget the lab!" Marianne gave the man a quick tour of her domain, filling with pride as she saw Hank nod in approval. She knew it was slightly idiotic to want approval for something she had been working in efficiently for the past year, but still, Hank's opinion carried a lot of weight. He had been one of the first who showed her how she could help, and indirectly, he was the one who had a great part in her decission to become a doctor.
She watched Hank as he looked around the lab, as he looked at the tests she had been running the past few weeks, with her permission, she looked down at her hands. Still unable to fight with her hands, to use her body correctly in battle. Her powers, they came natural now, her mind had been fully adjusted to the power it held. She still had days that she had a little less control, but everyone had those.
After Hank was done investigating the lab, she led him to his room, which was on the floor above the hospital. The only bedroom on the hospital's floor was her temporary one, if she needed to rest for a couple of hours before returning to her work.
While roaming through the empty halls, not really needed yet, she would tomorrow, when the training started. Not now, now was a day off. The first one since she began.
Marianne thought back to what Ororo had asked her: was she bitter? No, was she? No, no way. Irritated, yes, without a doubt. Who wouldn't be? Okay, so perhaps she was a little bitter.
"Hey!" she exclaimed as she felt someone grabbing her and then phasing... wait, phasing?
"Kitty!" Marianne yelled as soon as she was through the wall, "Don't do that!"
"Like, Marianne, we totally need your help," she motioned around the room, in which Marianne saw Rahne, Jubilee, Jean, Amara and Kitty.
"Okay," she looked around suspiciously, "I am not liking this."
"We need your help," Amara started.
"To play matchmaker with Gambit and Rogue," Jubilee finished.
As Marianne tried to figure out who 'Gambit' was, Jubilee and Amara started to bicker over the fact that Amara could finish her own sentences. Finally, she figured out that they were talking about Remy.
"O no! Nonononono! No way! Not this lifetime nor any after this one! Not a chance in hell!" Marianne began to object forcefully.
"But, like, Marianne!" Kitty whined.
"No, Kitty. I am not a matchmaker. You need Joey for that. Do you know in how many little bits and pieces we would end up in if Rogue even finds out that we even talked about this? I wouldn't even be able to count it! And I can count a lot!" Marianne argued with a fire that reminded the others of someone fighting for her life, as she began to slowly back away, cursing her bad luck. The curses became louder as all the girls ganged up on her with perfect puppy-dog-eyes. Why her?!
"Okay! Okay! Just stop with the routine, please! I'l help, okay, I'll help! Under a lot of objections, though, not willingly and the minute it goes wrong, I'll say 'I told you so, but would you listen?'. Now leave me alone! I'll help, but I won't come up with anything, you have my assistance and I'll cover for you guys, but my job doesn't go any further then that," she put her hands in front of her as if to shield them of and made a dash out of the room as the girls started to cheer. Never before, had she gotten so quickly to her room.
"Something wrong, Anne?" Michael just came out of the bathroom.
"Hell, we're in hell. I'm not joking Michael! This is soooo not happening," Marianne burried her head in her pillow.
"Come on, it can't be that bad, I thought you'd be happy to see your friends again," Michael sat down behind her, his hand on her shoulder in a comforting gesture.
"It is that bad, and my female friends are the cause of it, Rogue not counting," she didn't look up.
"Tell me about it," he told her, using the voice he used when they brought in new refugees, before he explained the rules to them. The 'I understand, it's shit, but you're listening to what I have to say' kind of voice.
"They," meaning Kitty, Amara, Jubilee, Rahne and Jean, "forced me into helping them set Remy, who they call Gambit, up with Rogue. They went all puppy-dog-eyes on me! All five of them!"
"Ah, when Rogue finds out, they're in for it. Remy and Rogue have issues," Michael grinned, luckily for him, Marianne didn't see it.
"Well, he used to work for Magneto, while working for Magneto he almost blew Rogue's hand apart. Later he also kidnapped her to save his dad, issues doesn't begin to describe it," Marianne slowly turned her head towards him, "I am severely tempted to spend the rest of the day inside of our room."
"Well then, let's just do that then," Michael nodded, "untill dinnertime. Tank and Sarah are cooking. They're going to need a referee in the kitchen."
Marianne winced: the last time Tank and Sarah had prepared a meal, half of the kitchen didn't survive due to their ongoing bickering.
Marianne was seriously thinking about running screaming from the safehouse. She thought refugees were difficult to get settled, well, having Rogue and Remy in one room without Rogue gutting him and Remy irritating her was even more difficult.
"Welcome to hell," she muttered as she observed the bickering and bantering between the two Southerners, "if we're depending on those two to help save earth, well, I'll just take the easy route with the same destination and just let happen what we're trying to prevent."
"And what made you so bitter, child?" her mutters were interrupted by the voice of Ororo Munroe.
"Life. Safehouse. Doctor. No sleep last night. Take your pick. Now, I'm going to the hospital wing before I start decapitating. Mister McCoy, would you join me? I could show you around, we don't have as much fancy stuff as at the Institute, but I think it will make do," in her mind, Marianne heard only one thing: escape. If she had to hear yet another exchange between Remy and Rogue, and she would go nuts.
Apparantly, Hank thought so too as he eagerly agreed to get out of the room.
"What's the deal with Rogue and Remy? I mean, I felt homicidal towards him, but Rogue takes it to a whole new level," Marianne asked the blue doctor as she punched in the number of the floor on which the hospital was located.
"Long story, he almost blew her hand of, kidnapped her so she could help him in saving his adoptive father," Hank grinned at her.
"Sounds like someone we know, except the 'blowing the hand of'," Marianne grinned as she walked through the empty halls. She showed Hank into the hospital they had, it was true, it wasn't as fancy as the med-lab, but they had everything they needed for a one woman hospital to run.
"It looks perfect," Hank assured his former student.
"You think? This is mainly for observations, the rooms behind this is the ICU, through here are the quarentaine rooms and down that side is the OR, across from the OR we have the X-Ray room and that was it, o no, the lab. Let's not forget the lab!" Marianne gave the man a quick tour of her domain, filling with pride as she saw Hank nod in approval. She knew it was slightly idiotic to want approval for something she had been working in efficiently for the past year, but still, Hank's opinion carried a lot of weight. He had been one of the first who showed her how she could help, and indirectly, he was the one who had a great part in her decission to become a doctor.
She watched Hank as he looked around the lab, as he looked at the tests she had been running the past few weeks, with her permission, she looked down at her hands. Still unable to fight with her hands, to use her body correctly in battle. Her powers, they came natural now, her mind had been fully adjusted to the power it held. She still had days that she had a little less control, but everyone had those.
After Hank was done investigating the lab, she led him to his room, which was on the floor above the hospital. The only bedroom on the hospital's floor was her temporary one, if she needed to rest for a couple of hours before returning to her work.
While roaming through the empty halls, not really needed yet, she would tomorrow, when the training started. Not now, now was a day off. The first one since she began.
Marianne thought back to what Ororo had asked her: was she bitter? No, was she? No, no way. Irritated, yes, without a doubt. Who wouldn't be? Okay, so perhaps she was a little bitter.
"Hey!" she exclaimed as she felt someone grabbing her and then phasing... wait, phasing?
"Kitty!" Marianne yelled as soon as she was through the wall, "Don't do that!"
"Like, Marianne, we totally need your help," she motioned around the room, in which Marianne saw Rahne, Jubilee, Jean, Amara and Kitty.
"Okay," she looked around suspiciously, "I am not liking this."
"We need your help," Amara started.
"To play matchmaker with Gambit and Rogue," Jubilee finished.
As Marianne tried to figure out who 'Gambit' was, Jubilee and Amara started to bicker over the fact that Amara could finish her own sentences. Finally, she figured out that they were talking about Remy.
"O no! Nonononono! No way! Not this lifetime nor any after this one! Not a chance in hell!" Marianne began to object forcefully.
"But, like, Marianne!" Kitty whined.
"No, Kitty. I am not a matchmaker. You need Joey for that. Do you know in how many little bits and pieces we would end up in if Rogue even finds out that we even talked about this? I wouldn't even be able to count it! And I can count a lot!" Marianne argued with a fire that reminded the others of someone fighting for her life, as she began to slowly back away, cursing her bad luck. The curses became louder as all the girls ganged up on her with perfect puppy-dog-eyes. Why her?!
"Okay! Okay! Just stop with the routine, please! I'l help, okay, I'll help! Under a lot of objections, though, not willingly and the minute it goes wrong, I'll say 'I told you so, but would you listen?'. Now leave me alone! I'll help, but I won't come up with anything, you have my assistance and I'll cover for you guys, but my job doesn't go any further then that," she put her hands in front of her as if to shield them of and made a dash out of the room as the girls started to cheer. Never before, had she gotten so quickly to her room.
"Something wrong, Anne?" Michael just came out of the bathroom.
"Hell, we're in hell. I'm not joking Michael! This is soooo not happening," Marianne burried her head in her pillow.
"Come on, it can't be that bad, I thought you'd be happy to see your friends again," Michael sat down behind her, his hand on her shoulder in a comforting gesture.
"It is that bad, and my female friends are the cause of it, Rogue not counting," she didn't look up.
"Tell me about it," he told her, using the voice he used when they brought in new refugees, before he explained the rules to them. The 'I understand, it's shit, but you're listening to what I have to say' kind of voice.
"They," meaning Kitty, Amara, Jubilee, Rahne and Jean, "forced me into helping them set Remy, who they call Gambit, up with Rogue. They went all puppy-dog-eyes on me! All five of them!"
"Ah, when Rogue finds out, they're in for it. Remy and Rogue have issues," Michael grinned, luckily for him, Marianne didn't see it.
"Well, he used to work for Magneto, while working for Magneto he almost blew Rogue's hand apart. Later he also kidnapped her to save his dad, issues doesn't begin to describe it," Marianne slowly turned her head towards him, "I am severely tempted to spend the rest of the day inside of our room."
"Well then, let's just do that then," Michael nodded, "untill dinnertime. Tank and Sarah are cooking. They're going to need a referee in the kitchen."
Marianne winced: the last time Tank and Sarah had prepared a meal, half of the kitchen didn't survive due to their ongoing bickering.