Silver12: I had hoped Sarah was my own character, well, one of my best
friends decided on her powers and name, personality is by my design (in
this story), though. I am terribly, unbelievably sorry and that will have
to do, since her powers have a role in the plot, I cannot change it and I
can't change the name, that would be an awful lotta work. And I'm happy
you're happy that there is a new chapter. LOL. I swear, I had no idea Sarah
already existed. Then again, I recently found a story starring a Marianne,
but hey, I'm not complaining.
Agent-G: Hey, you gave me an idea for side-story, LOL. I do agree, however, she needs a vacation, but I think it's logical how she reacts. I mean, she is not a strong physical fighter, almost everyone of her friends is going to fight this thing that is going to happen, it could mean the end of the world, four members of the team (Remy/Rogue and Sarah/Tank) don't seem to be able to stand eachother and to top it all of: she had now become part of two matchmaking sceams in which she really doesn't want to be involved. Is this surprising anyone? But I don't think she'll kill anyone.
Fighting Destiny – Finding out
Marianne began to figure out how people felt on family Thanksgiving, when the whole family came over. She would be surprised if she survived the stress alone, not even adding the danger. She was still not happy with either Tank or Sarah, and now, she was supervising an all out training battle between Remy and Rogue.
"I was right, they are going to kill eachother," Marianne winced as she saw Rogue kick Remy in a VERY uncomfortable spot. Watching it made even Tank wince, who was invulnerable and the rest of the men present crossed their legs with a grimace on their face.
"They're, like, doing good, right?" Kitty asked nervously.
"Yes, they are doing good," Marianne turned to face her, "if they were meant to go against eachother! This is a team exercise, they are supposed to take out the drones, not eachother."
"Oops," Kitty ducked her head.
"Oops indeed," Marianne nodded, hoping that perhaps this would prove that Remy and Rogue just couldn't stand eachother, then she had one down and one to go.
'I need to learn to keep my mouth shut,' Marianne told herself, if she hadn't made up the whole 'Sarah and Tank matchmaking', she wouldn't have half as much trouble.
"You zhink Remy will be able to have kids?" Kurt wondered.
"God, I hope not. Poor kids if they take after their mom, if he'll ever get a wife, poor world if they take after him," Michael chuckled, "Okay, that will be enough. End program, Kurt, could you get your sister out of there and take her to the hospital wing? Marianne will patch up the scrapes there. Remy will have to walk."
Marianne cringed at the thought of her being alone in a room with Rogue, she hoped Rogue wouldn't figure out what was going on. Marianne was actually quite attached to being alive, Rogue finding out would not improve her life. She quickly made her way to the hospital wing.
"Whay was Ah put in the trainin' room with that damned swamprat?!" Rogue immediately demanded when she saw Marianne enter.
'Okay, make up a believable fib right now' the spoken to ordered herself: "Well, Ben figured, since your powers are practically opposit, it would come in handy to put the two of you on the same team. You do know you were supposed to take on the drones, not eachother? The others will start to believe you have a thing for him."
"Ah do not! He's a damned, cocky, skirt chasin', lyin', cheatin', thievin' swamprat!" Rogue looked at her with an incinerating glare.
"I hear you, I hear you, and I have to agree with you on what you said. He'll go after everything that he considers to wear a skirt," Marianne nodded, while putting some bandages on the larger cuts, "tomorrow, though, I want you to work together with the entire team and teach Sarah and Tank that they shouldn't destroy any Underground property with their antics."
"Yeah yeah, ya're really mad at 'm, aren't ya?" Rogue got out off the chair she had been seated in.
"This is the third kitchen they blew apart. I have every reason to be 'really mad' at them. If they weren't so capable, I would have half a mind to have at least one of them transferred. Tank's invulnerabilty comes in handy when there's a dangerous mission, and his strength, well, it's always practical. Sarah's ability to manipulate the elements is rather neat to, especially in combination with Michael. She can create 'bullets' for him to use, so he won't have to demolish furniture. Only downside is that the element has to be present," Marianne nodded and then sent Rogue out, to let Remy in. Rogue glared at him as the passed eachother.
"Aw, chere, don' be mad wit' Remy, alt'ough, y' look tres belle when y're mad," he flirted, before being backhanded by the Southern Belle.
"One day, Remy, one day, you'll have to learn and understand the meaning of the word 'no', and also figure out when a girl is not interested," Marianne shook her head as she half dragged the tall Cajun in to patch him up too.
"No? Remy don' even t'ink de words exists, and every fille is interested in Remy, dey jus' don' show it. Yeowch!" he cried out as Marianne tugged a bit too hard with the bandage, "Dough dere are exceptions to enforce de rule," he wuickly added at that.
"See, you're already learning, smart boy, I knew you had it in you. Now, do you want some candy from the doctor, or a nice picture?" Marianne mockingly asked, she even didn't ask the children this, but she just felt like annoying the Cajun.
"Chocolate fo' de femme would be nice, non?" Remy grinned at her.
"Then you'll have to walk to town, 'cause we're fresh out. Now, I want you out of the hospital wing and I don't even want to hear that you caused any trouble, because if I do find out, me being angry with Tank and Sarah won't be anything compared to me being angry with you, comprends?" she placed her right hand on her hip, and looked at him, the gleam in her eyes told Remy she was not joking.
"Oui!" he said, before making himself scarce.
"I take back what I said, this is not hell," Marianne groaned as she sat down in one of the chairs, "this is worse."
Michael was at the moment very happy with the decission of Tank and Ben to open a bar like thing in one of the rec-rooms. It helped in unwinding those of drinking age while the others were taught how to shoot some pool by Sarah. Michael himself had taken up a corner of the room and observed the X- Men. Well, Xavier wasn't drinking, but he was talking with Logan about what could be going on, Hank wasn't there. Apparently, he had found the small library, all books there were gifts from people they had helped out.
In his mind, Michael was running over possible scenarios of what would await them so they could face them prepared, but he found that there was too much to account for. As the night proceeded, more and more people went of to find their beds untill only Michael was left with Tank and Logan.
"I think I'll go get Marianne and get some sleep myself," he stood up after a while and walked out of the rec-room, he wandered through the empty, half lit corridors. He remembered a particular stressfull time when Underground had busted several labs and freed the mutants within those facilities. Many of them had been forced to sleep in these halls, as a result of too few beds. Not that they minded, they were happy they had been freed.
Michael entered the bospital wing to find Marianne occupied behind a computer screen, a worried frown on her face as she clicked and typed frantically.
"Something wrong, Anne?" he asked, standing in the doorway.
"I think I found out what's going to happen..." came her whispered reply, as she turned to face him. All colour had drained from her face, she looked strained and her eyes looked as if she was ready to break down and cry.
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A/N: sorry for the short chappie, but hey, two in one day, so that will compensate, won't it?
Agent-G: Hey, you gave me an idea for side-story, LOL. I do agree, however, she needs a vacation, but I think it's logical how she reacts. I mean, she is not a strong physical fighter, almost everyone of her friends is going to fight this thing that is going to happen, it could mean the end of the world, four members of the team (Remy/Rogue and Sarah/Tank) don't seem to be able to stand eachother and to top it all of: she had now become part of two matchmaking sceams in which she really doesn't want to be involved. Is this surprising anyone? But I don't think she'll kill anyone.
Fighting Destiny – Finding out
Marianne began to figure out how people felt on family Thanksgiving, when the whole family came over. She would be surprised if she survived the stress alone, not even adding the danger. She was still not happy with either Tank or Sarah, and now, she was supervising an all out training battle between Remy and Rogue.
"I was right, they are going to kill eachother," Marianne winced as she saw Rogue kick Remy in a VERY uncomfortable spot. Watching it made even Tank wince, who was invulnerable and the rest of the men present crossed their legs with a grimace on their face.
"They're, like, doing good, right?" Kitty asked nervously.
"Yes, they are doing good," Marianne turned to face her, "if they were meant to go against eachother! This is a team exercise, they are supposed to take out the drones, not eachother."
"Oops," Kitty ducked her head.
"Oops indeed," Marianne nodded, hoping that perhaps this would prove that Remy and Rogue just couldn't stand eachother, then she had one down and one to go.
'I need to learn to keep my mouth shut,' Marianne told herself, if she hadn't made up the whole 'Sarah and Tank matchmaking', she wouldn't have half as much trouble.
"You zhink Remy will be able to have kids?" Kurt wondered.
"God, I hope not. Poor kids if they take after their mom, if he'll ever get a wife, poor world if they take after him," Michael chuckled, "Okay, that will be enough. End program, Kurt, could you get your sister out of there and take her to the hospital wing? Marianne will patch up the scrapes there. Remy will have to walk."
Marianne cringed at the thought of her being alone in a room with Rogue, she hoped Rogue wouldn't figure out what was going on. Marianne was actually quite attached to being alive, Rogue finding out would not improve her life. She quickly made her way to the hospital wing.
"Whay was Ah put in the trainin' room with that damned swamprat?!" Rogue immediately demanded when she saw Marianne enter.
'Okay, make up a believable fib right now' the spoken to ordered herself: "Well, Ben figured, since your powers are practically opposit, it would come in handy to put the two of you on the same team. You do know you were supposed to take on the drones, not eachother? The others will start to believe you have a thing for him."
"Ah do not! He's a damned, cocky, skirt chasin', lyin', cheatin', thievin' swamprat!" Rogue looked at her with an incinerating glare.
"I hear you, I hear you, and I have to agree with you on what you said. He'll go after everything that he considers to wear a skirt," Marianne nodded, while putting some bandages on the larger cuts, "tomorrow, though, I want you to work together with the entire team and teach Sarah and Tank that they shouldn't destroy any Underground property with their antics."
"Yeah yeah, ya're really mad at 'm, aren't ya?" Rogue got out off the chair she had been seated in.
"This is the third kitchen they blew apart. I have every reason to be 'really mad' at them. If they weren't so capable, I would have half a mind to have at least one of them transferred. Tank's invulnerabilty comes in handy when there's a dangerous mission, and his strength, well, it's always practical. Sarah's ability to manipulate the elements is rather neat to, especially in combination with Michael. She can create 'bullets' for him to use, so he won't have to demolish furniture. Only downside is that the element has to be present," Marianne nodded and then sent Rogue out, to let Remy in. Rogue glared at him as the passed eachother.
"Aw, chere, don' be mad wit' Remy, alt'ough, y' look tres belle when y're mad," he flirted, before being backhanded by the Southern Belle.
"One day, Remy, one day, you'll have to learn and understand the meaning of the word 'no', and also figure out when a girl is not interested," Marianne shook her head as she half dragged the tall Cajun in to patch him up too.
"No? Remy don' even t'ink de words exists, and every fille is interested in Remy, dey jus' don' show it. Yeowch!" he cried out as Marianne tugged a bit too hard with the bandage, "Dough dere are exceptions to enforce de rule," he wuickly added at that.
"See, you're already learning, smart boy, I knew you had it in you. Now, do you want some candy from the doctor, or a nice picture?" Marianne mockingly asked, she even didn't ask the children this, but she just felt like annoying the Cajun.
"Chocolate fo' de femme would be nice, non?" Remy grinned at her.
"Then you'll have to walk to town, 'cause we're fresh out. Now, I want you out of the hospital wing and I don't even want to hear that you caused any trouble, because if I do find out, me being angry with Tank and Sarah won't be anything compared to me being angry with you, comprends?" she placed her right hand on her hip, and looked at him, the gleam in her eyes told Remy she was not joking.
"Oui!" he said, before making himself scarce.
"I take back what I said, this is not hell," Marianne groaned as she sat down in one of the chairs, "this is worse."
Michael was at the moment very happy with the decission of Tank and Ben to open a bar like thing in one of the rec-rooms. It helped in unwinding those of drinking age while the others were taught how to shoot some pool by Sarah. Michael himself had taken up a corner of the room and observed the X- Men. Well, Xavier wasn't drinking, but he was talking with Logan about what could be going on, Hank wasn't there. Apparently, he had found the small library, all books there were gifts from people they had helped out.
In his mind, Michael was running over possible scenarios of what would await them so they could face them prepared, but he found that there was too much to account for. As the night proceeded, more and more people went of to find their beds untill only Michael was left with Tank and Logan.
"I think I'll go get Marianne and get some sleep myself," he stood up after a while and walked out of the rec-room, he wandered through the empty, half lit corridors. He remembered a particular stressfull time when Underground had busted several labs and freed the mutants within those facilities. Many of them had been forced to sleep in these halls, as a result of too few beds. Not that they minded, they were happy they had been freed.
Michael entered the bospital wing to find Marianne occupied behind a computer screen, a worried frown on her face as she clicked and typed frantically.
"Something wrong, Anne?" he asked, standing in the doorway.
"I think I found out what's going to happen..." came her whispered reply, as she turned to face him. All colour had drained from her face, she looked strained and her eyes looked as if she was ready to break down and cry.
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A/N: sorry for the short chappie, but hey, two in one day, so that will compensate, won't it?