Agent-G: you've got my permission, use any character of mine you think you
can use (even Shadow, just so Vincent can beat him up LOL), doesn't matter
to me what you do, if it doesn't match with what I'm writing, you can
always blame it upon that they are in a slightly different dimension. The
plot of your story, however, slightly remembers me of Sliders, do you know
that show? You have two younger brothers? I thought I had it bad with just
one younger sister. The chapter rate is to blame on 1. boring classes, 2.
lot of free hours between classes, but I think that it is appreciated,
though...
Fighting Destiny – A moment of peace
The entire team was, at the moment, completely exhausted after several hours of training under Logan's and Ben's supervision. Marianne had tied Remy up with bandages and sedated him after he had finally irritated her enough with his constant teasing of Rogue, Tank was sprawled in his room, Sarah was in much the same state where as the X-Men were in one of the rec- rooms lying around like zombies out of Night of the Living Dead.
Marianne had made her way to the attic of the safehouse and was at the moment busy going through boxes of stuff left at safehouse by their 'guests'. It was amazing how much dust could pile up after one year of not being used. The entire building above ground was actually not in use. The people in the town where they always got their food had been told that they housed people with mental problems, who needed support and love. It was believed, not one of them knew what really was going on, as they were a couply of hours away from the nearest town.
She coughed as a cloud of dust took flight, creating an almost mystical vision by the light of the sun shining through the cloud. She took the lit off of a box and began to sort through the stuff. They really needed to get rid of a lot, the attic would become completely filled if they didn't.
She took out a small box, small sea shells were stuck all over it in a fascinating pattern. The inside was lined with a soft, red velvet. It was a delicate little thing. Marianne decided that Ezra would appreciate it, she would have to ask the X-Men to take it along.
"Hey," she suddenly heard behind her, she moved her head slightly so she could see Michael coming up the attic, "What are you doing here?"
"Enjoying some peace and quiet and cleaning the attic a bit," she shot him a smile.
"Somehow, those two don't get along in my world. Anyway, do you want me to untie Remy? He has woken up from his sedation," he was now fully on the attic and sat down besides her, between three piles: keep, don't know and don't keep (A/N: that's how I clean my room at least).
"He'll get himself out. He is a 'master thief', after all," Marianne shrugged, while dividing the contents of the next box over the three piles, "the others still down and out?"
"That would be better then their current state. They really had a work-out. Man, Logan and Ben combined is sheer torture," Michael grimaced, he too had been in the training session, just to make sure that no one would be injured for too long a time. He, however, was more then used to that kind of abuse dealt out by the drones, to be honest, he usually had the simulations set on a higher level. He could sympathise with the X-Men, though, there had been a time he would be out like they were now.
Silence decended in the attic as they started to work together on sorting the items. It all held many memories, some happy, some sad.
"Look here! This is that dress you bought me for Halloween!" Marianne suddenly called out, she was quite the sight: streaks of dust over her face, her clothes had become grey by the dust and her hair was completely disheveled. She was standing in front of an old looking closet, pulling out a dress.
Michael looked up and recognized it: a long, velvet, purple dress with long sleeves that flamed out passed tha elbows.
"Put it on, we're having a party," Michael simply stated.
"We are? I didn't know that," she turned around and raised her left eyebrow in a questioning look she had perfected over the years.
"We are now. Everyone is tense, even though they're exhausted. That was quite a bombshell you dropped. I'll have Sarah sort through the music, Tank will gladly have bar duty and I'm sure there are plenty of people who would like to make snacks," he shot her a grin, "and you are going to let everyone else handle it. You've been under enough stress as it is these past few days. Any more and you'll be spitting diamonds," the look in his eyes told Marianne that there was no way she could convince him otherwise and it was kind of nice to just let everyone else take care of it, so she agreed to it.
The idea of the party was well recieved by everyone and Remy promised to behave, under threats of bodily harm by Michael.
The part was taken outside, as it was already in the evening when everything was set up, it had gone rather quick, mainly because of Tank's strength and Ben's capability to re-connect all the equipment properly.
Rogue, Sam, Kurt and Ororo had put themselves in charge of making the food, though Kurt was mainly busy with 'sampling', as he called it, or just plain 'stuffing his face' as Rogue put it.
Sarah had been digging through the music collection they had to come up with something that would suit most of them.
Jubilee, Bobby, Rahne, Ben and Tabitha were busying themselves with decorating the garden.
"It's amazing," Marianne whispered as Michael let her out into the garden. It was the truth, the garden looked as if it had come straight out of a fairytale kingdom. There was a small, make-shift dancefloor next to the pond, on the lawn. Xavier, Ororo, Logan and Hank had located themselves on the porch where they could oversee everything and talk amongst themselves. Undoubtedly about the news Marianne had given.
"I know, now, come. From now on, it's time to relax. I don't want you to worry about this whole dimensional crap, at least, not for this evening. You'll get yourself sick from all of this, and to be honest, you make on lousy patient," Michael led her towards a small group consisting out of Kurt, Rogue and Kitty. Kurt was at the moment grumbling about he wanted Amanda there.
"Lahten (lighten) up Kurt, it ain't lahke y're the only one who had ta drop everythang. Not that Ah don't lahke bein' here, Marianne, it just was sorta short notice, ya know," Rogue scolded her stepbrother.
"I know, don't worry. Michael forbade me to, we've had little time to talk. I've been so busy and you've getting settles. What do you say we catch up on things?" Marianne let out a joyful laughter.
"Like, sure thing! It's so cool here, like you have this whole subterranean community," Kitty smiled broadly.
Soon, the whole group of Marianne's closest friends had joined ranks around her and they were catching up on what they had all missed out on. Marianne laughed and joked with them, momentarily forgetting why they were there. From time to time, couple left the group to dance or get something to drink or eat, before rejoining them.
It amazed Marianne that Remy and Rogue were actually being polite to eachother. Remy wasn't flirting with Rogue and Rogue wasn't calling him names. Marianne had the strong suspicion it had something to do with Michael.
As she looked around and saw her friends interacting animatedly, she smiled softly, Michael was at the moment talking with Tank about something and she had found herself a chair with a view on the dancefloor. Apparently Tabitha had convinced Sam to dance with her, Kurt was at the moment dancing with Kitty, as they both had been forced to leave their respective girlfriend/boyfriend behind in Bayville and Scott was dancing with Jean, although there was no surprise there.
Sarah was playing a song from Within Temptation, Marianne smiled at how much the title of the song fit with the moment: In Perfect Harmony. It was true, she mused, this moment seemed like everything was right, as everything was as it should be. The soft tones of the music merged with the calm atmosphere, the voice of the singer didn't break the soft sounds, rather it was equal to it.
"Happy?" she was startled out of her thoughts by Michael sitting down next to her.
"Completely," she nodded in reply. Yes, it was true, she was completely happy, the threat of tomorrow forgotten for the moment, the internal struggles in the team temporarily burried, all her friends were together and getting along. This was perfect. Her moment of peace.
Fighting Destiny – A moment of peace
The entire team was, at the moment, completely exhausted after several hours of training under Logan's and Ben's supervision. Marianne had tied Remy up with bandages and sedated him after he had finally irritated her enough with his constant teasing of Rogue, Tank was sprawled in his room, Sarah was in much the same state where as the X-Men were in one of the rec- rooms lying around like zombies out of Night of the Living Dead.
Marianne had made her way to the attic of the safehouse and was at the moment busy going through boxes of stuff left at safehouse by their 'guests'. It was amazing how much dust could pile up after one year of not being used. The entire building above ground was actually not in use. The people in the town where they always got their food had been told that they housed people with mental problems, who needed support and love. It was believed, not one of them knew what really was going on, as they were a couply of hours away from the nearest town.
She coughed as a cloud of dust took flight, creating an almost mystical vision by the light of the sun shining through the cloud. She took the lit off of a box and began to sort through the stuff. They really needed to get rid of a lot, the attic would become completely filled if they didn't.
She took out a small box, small sea shells were stuck all over it in a fascinating pattern. The inside was lined with a soft, red velvet. It was a delicate little thing. Marianne decided that Ezra would appreciate it, she would have to ask the X-Men to take it along.
"Hey," she suddenly heard behind her, she moved her head slightly so she could see Michael coming up the attic, "What are you doing here?"
"Enjoying some peace and quiet and cleaning the attic a bit," she shot him a smile.
"Somehow, those two don't get along in my world. Anyway, do you want me to untie Remy? He has woken up from his sedation," he was now fully on the attic and sat down besides her, between three piles: keep, don't know and don't keep (A/N: that's how I clean my room at least).
"He'll get himself out. He is a 'master thief', after all," Marianne shrugged, while dividing the contents of the next box over the three piles, "the others still down and out?"
"That would be better then their current state. They really had a work-out. Man, Logan and Ben combined is sheer torture," Michael grimaced, he too had been in the training session, just to make sure that no one would be injured for too long a time. He, however, was more then used to that kind of abuse dealt out by the drones, to be honest, he usually had the simulations set on a higher level. He could sympathise with the X-Men, though, there had been a time he would be out like they were now.
Silence decended in the attic as they started to work together on sorting the items. It all held many memories, some happy, some sad.
"Look here! This is that dress you bought me for Halloween!" Marianne suddenly called out, she was quite the sight: streaks of dust over her face, her clothes had become grey by the dust and her hair was completely disheveled. She was standing in front of an old looking closet, pulling out a dress.
Michael looked up and recognized it: a long, velvet, purple dress with long sleeves that flamed out passed tha elbows.
"Put it on, we're having a party," Michael simply stated.
"We are? I didn't know that," she turned around and raised her left eyebrow in a questioning look she had perfected over the years.
"We are now. Everyone is tense, even though they're exhausted. That was quite a bombshell you dropped. I'll have Sarah sort through the music, Tank will gladly have bar duty and I'm sure there are plenty of people who would like to make snacks," he shot her a grin, "and you are going to let everyone else handle it. You've been under enough stress as it is these past few days. Any more and you'll be spitting diamonds," the look in his eyes told Marianne that there was no way she could convince him otherwise and it was kind of nice to just let everyone else take care of it, so she agreed to it.
The idea of the party was well recieved by everyone and Remy promised to behave, under threats of bodily harm by Michael.
The part was taken outside, as it was already in the evening when everything was set up, it had gone rather quick, mainly because of Tank's strength and Ben's capability to re-connect all the equipment properly.
Rogue, Sam, Kurt and Ororo had put themselves in charge of making the food, though Kurt was mainly busy with 'sampling', as he called it, or just plain 'stuffing his face' as Rogue put it.
Sarah had been digging through the music collection they had to come up with something that would suit most of them.
Jubilee, Bobby, Rahne, Ben and Tabitha were busying themselves with decorating the garden.
"It's amazing," Marianne whispered as Michael let her out into the garden. It was the truth, the garden looked as if it had come straight out of a fairytale kingdom. There was a small, make-shift dancefloor next to the pond, on the lawn. Xavier, Ororo, Logan and Hank had located themselves on the porch where they could oversee everything and talk amongst themselves. Undoubtedly about the news Marianne had given.
"I know, now, come. From now on, it's time to relax. I don't want you to worry about this whole dimensional crap, at least, not for this evening. You'll get yourself sick from all of this, and to be honest, you make on lousy patient," Michael led her towards a small group consisting out of Kurt, Rogue and Kitty. Kurt was at the moment grumbling about he wanted Amanda there.
"Lahten (lighten) up Kurt, it ain't lahke y're the only one who had ta drop everythang. Not that Ah don't lahke bein' here, Marianne, it just was sorta short notice, ya know," Rogue scolded her stepbrother.
"I know, don't worry. Michael forbade me to, we've had little time to talk. I've been so busy and you've getting settles. What do you say we catch up on things?" Marianne let out a joyful laughter.
"Like, sure thing! It's so cool here, like you have this whole subterranean community," Kitty smiled broadly.
Soon, the whole group of Marianne's closest friends had joined ranks around her and they were catching up on what they had all missed out on. Marianne laughed and joked with them, momentarily forgetting why they were there. From time to time, couple left the group to dance or get something to drink or eat, before rejoining them.
It amazed Marianne that Remy and Rogue were actually being polite to eachother. Remy wasn't flirting with Rogue and Rogue wasn't calling him names. Marianne had the strong suspicion it had something to do with Michael.
As she looked around and saw her friends interacting animatedly, she smiled softly, Michael was at the moment talking with Tank about something and she had found herself a chair with a view on the dancefloor. Apparently Tabitha had convinced Sam to dance with her, Kurt was at the moment dancing with Kitty, as they both had been forced to leave their respective girlfriend/boyfriend behind in Bayville and Scott was dancing with Jean, although there was no surprise there.
Sarah was playing a song from Within Temptation, Marianne smiled at how much the title of the song fit with the moment: In Perfect Harmony. It was true, she mused, this moment seemed like everything was right, as everything was as it should be. The soft tones of the music merged with the calm atmosphere, the voice of the singer didn't break the soft sounds, rather it was equal to it.
"Happy?" she was startled out of her thoughts by Michael sitting down next to her.
"Completely," she nodded in reply. Yes, it was true, she was completely happy, the threat of tomorrow forgotten for the moment, the internal struggles in the team temporarily burried, all her friends were together and getting along. This was perfect. Her moment of peace.