Agent-G: Well, since they only got to the Cauldron here, I haven't seen
much of Forge, I'm afraid, they started to do re-runs of the first season,
we're now at the point of 'Turn of the Rogue', which is tomorrow *groan*.
About music for the 'feeling' of writing: I usually listen to Gotham Radio
while writing, gothic and metal, what kind of music do you usually listen
to?
Fighting Destiny – Thinking
They didn't know what was happening, or why Marianne asked to speak with Xavier, nor why Michael was pacing in the hall way so nervously.
"Like, Marianne was okay, right?" Kitty asked nervously while watching the door to the room in which Marianne had retreated into with Xavier a couple of hours ago, "I mean, she like, looked tired, but she's okay, right?"
"Ah don' know, Jubes, she was actin' a lil off evah since she an' Sam got back. Perhaps she found somethin' out she needs ta told with the Prof. 'bout," Rogue shrugged.
~*Inside the room*~
"So, what do you think?" Marianne asked Xavier.
"It is rather unique, but I believe the entity is telling the truth," Xavier nodded.
'Ask baldy if he knows a way for me outta here,' Marianne heard the voice in her head.
"She wants to know if you have a way to get her out of my head, and I have to admit I'm on her side with this," Marianne slightly refraised the question, while wondering why she had to get stuck in her head with such a smart-mouth.
"Not without the possibility of damaging your mind and destroying the entity," he looked at her, she saw worries in his face.
'No way! Being stuck in your head doesn't seem so bad now.'
'Hey!'
"She says, and again I agree, that she'd rather not take that risk," Marianne turned back to Xavier.
"How are you holding up under all of this?" he then asked her.
"O, not so bad, she's helped out in closing that rift. I'm just... I'm pretty tired and hurting because of that energy wave thingy. I'm guessing she used that to get into my head," Marianne smiled tiredly at him while rubbing her temples against the headache that was beginning to take root.
'I did use that, but it was SUPPOSED to leave a way out,' the voice sulked, 'got a name yet?'
'It's not my fault you picked me! Didn't you have a name in your dimension?'
'We're pure energy, we don't need a name. Names are important to your kind. Besides, you already made me into a female and now I expect you to give me a name.'
'Sjeesh, don't get all crabby. Name... name... I was never good at this,' Marianne wrecked her brains over thinking up a name for the entity, 'Emily,'
'You're sure? That name was important to you.'
'The person who wore it was important to me. My mom. You saved my life, my friends's lives, you risked a lot to get here, I figure, you deserve it. Now. You've got your name, so please, shut up,' Marianne was suddenly shook out of her conversation by Xavier calling her name.
"I'm sorry, Emily was talking to me. She was quite adament about having a name. Now, if that was all, I'm tired, professor, I want to go and sleep. All the others who went, except Rogue and Michael have already gone to sleep," she smiled her apologies to Xavier, he nodded and motioned her to go. He could see she was tired, exhausted, actually and in his mind, he commended her on how she was holding up, considering the 'permanent house- guest', though he could sense she was under a certain amount of stress, but she was dealin with it well.
"And?" Marianne was immediately assaulted by Michael as she set foot outside.
"All is well in lala-land. Tomorrow, Michael, I'm tired, I ache all over and all I wanna do is find my bed and crawl into it for the next two days," she yawned to emphasize her statement, before heading of to her and Michael's room, closely followed by him.
'You two are in love,' Emily suddenly stated.
'Yes, we are, have been for three years now. Why? Is this strange to your kind?'
'Actually, it is. You would die for him, without him. Doesn't it make you weak?'
'You know, for such a smart-mouth, you don't know a lot of things. Love makes you stronger, any kind of love. In order to protect those you love with all your heart, you'll do otherwise impossible feats. Losing the person you love, it hurts, yes, but the love will remain, or turn into hate, depending on how you lost the person,' Marianne walked into the shower.
~*With Xavier*~
"So you're tellin' us the kid has an entity in 'r head from between these dimensions?" Logan looked at Xavier in disbelieve.
"Yes, she has, I have been in her mind and have spoken with this entity. It seems truthful in its desire to help and that these rifts are not supposed to be happening," Xavier nodded.
"And you cannot remove it?" Hank asked him.
"Not without the risk of seriously damaging Marianne's mind, a risk I'm not willing to take. Neither is either Marianne or this 'Emily'. I think we should see what Emily wants, she has helped out. For now, we wait," Xavier decided and then wheeled out of the room.
~*With Marianne and Michael*~
She was sound asleep, but he couldn't. All he could was watch her and contemplate what had happened. She had said she ached all over, which meant she was hurting pretty bad, she never told them otherwise, unless when it was to get out of on of her training sessions.
So he had failed to protect her, she had gotten hurt and he should have been there with her and he should have at least tried to protect her. No, he had to be 'mister leader' and sent her in with only one boy in order for her to get her data.
"You know, this is exactly why I never want you to come on missions, and I mean this in the kindest way possible, but trouble has a way of finding you. When I know you're in the safehouse, I know you're as safe as a mutant can be, but when you were out there. God, I never was so terrified in my life. I think my heart stopped beating the moment you and Sam went into that field, only to start beating again when you came back," he whispered, brushing his fingers through her hair.
He had been afraid before, afraid of losing his life, afraid of messing up, but never like this, and he hated it with a passion, being that afraid. It wasn't anything like the fears he had had before, this was more like fearing to lose his heart and soul. It was like that, he thought, in a way, Marianne was his heart and soul.
He would have a fight with her tomorrow, when he would tell her she wasn't going along on another mission. She was a spitfire, fighting with her and winning was the hardest thing he knew. She would get mad, she would lash out and then storm off, sometimes even with tears in her eyes. That hurt the most, her lashing out, he could handle that, she was temperamental, she had fire in her soul, as Sarah put it, but the tears, he could not handle tears. Sometimes, he thought it was just a way to get back at him, but then probably Sarah would come storming in, Sarah, Ben or Tank, asking what the hell he thought he was doing and why they just saw Marianne storming down the hall near tears, and he knew she wasn't getting back at him. He had hurt her and he had been a jerk. Why was it always the guy's fault?
Michael turned onto his back, his right hand remaining in Marianne's hair as he left settled over his eyes. Being with Marianne was the hardest and the best thing in his life. She challenged him every step of the way, daring him to do the best he could, he doubted she even knew she did this, but she also supported him in his decissions.
"Damnit, Michael, you're an idiot, you know that. Why on earth don't you have a ring on her finger yet?" he muttered towards himself, but he knew why: no tomorrow, just today. Running the safehouse left very little personal time, very little time to think about these things, they were both too busy. But now, now he had more then enough time to think, too much time to think.
The future, for an instance, what she had said in the mall had made him think and go over what Ben, Tank and Sarah had done over the past year. Marianne had been right: they could run the safehouse without their help. But could they just up and leave? Was that right? What would they do when they weren't needed in the safehouse anymore? Go get a real life? Settle down? No, that wasn't for them. He was like Marianne, he needed to be needed.
Marianne would always remain a doctor and he would always remain one of the Underground. As much as he hated it, but at the moment, they needed people willing to fight for the survival of mutants and he was able and willing to fight. He still believed in the dream that one day, humans and mutants would live side by side, but for that dream to happen, they needed mutants to be alive to live side by side with humans.
"This thinking isn't making me a happy man, I need sleep," Michael finally decided, rolling back onto his side, facing Marianne again, she was still asleep.
Fighting Destiny – Thinking
They didn't know what was happening, or why Marianne asked to speak with Xavier, nor why Michael was pacing in the hall way so nervously.
"Like, Marianne was okay, right?" Kitty asked nervously while watching the door to the room in which Marianne had retreated into with Xavier a couple of hours ago, "I mean, she like, looked tired, but she's okay, right?"
"Ah don' know, Jubes, she was actin' a lil off evah since she an' Sam got back. Perhaps she found somethin' out she needs ta told with the Prof. 'bout," Rogue shrugged.
~*Inside the room*~
"So, what do you think?" Marianne asked Xavier.
"It is rather unique, but I believe the entity is telling the truth," Xavier nodded.
'Ask baldy if he knows a way for me outta here,' Marianne heard the voice in her head.
"She wants to know if you have a way to get her out of my head, and I have to admit I'm on her side with this," Marianne slightly refraised the question, while wondering why she had to get stuck in her head with such a smart-mouth.
"Not without the possibility of damaging your mind and destroying the entity," he looked at her, she saw worries in his face.
'No way! Being stuck in your head doesn't seem so bad now.'
'Hey!'
"She says, and again I agree, that she'd rather not take that risk," Marianne turned back to Xavier.
"How are you holding up under all of this?" he then asked her.
"O, not so bad, she's helped out in closing that rift. I'm just... I'm pretty tired and hurting because of that energy wave thingy. I'm guessing she used that to get into my head," Marianne smiled tiredly at him while rubbing her temples against the headache that was beginning to take root.
'I did use that, but it was SUPPOSED to leave a way out,' the voice sulked, 'got a name yet?'
'It's not my fault you picked me! Didn't you have a name in your dimension?'
'We're pure energy, we don't need a name. Names are important to your kind. Besides, you already made me into a female and now I expect you to give me a name.'
'Sjeesh, don't get all crabby. Name... name... I was never good at this,' Marianne wrecked her brains over thinking up a name for the entity, 'Emily,'
'You're sure? That name was important to you.'
'The person who wore it was important to me. My mom. You saved my life, my friends's lives, you risked a lot to get here, I figure, you deserve it. Now. You've got your name, so please, shut up,' Marianne was suddenly shook out of her conversation by Xavier calling her name.
"I'm sorry, Emily was talking to me. She was quite adament about having a name. Now, if that was all, I'm tired, professor, I want to go and sleep. All the others who went, except Rogue and Michael have already gone to sleep," she smiled her apologies to Xavier, he nodded and motioned her to go. He could see she was tired, exhausted, actually and in his mind, he commended her on how she was holding up, considering the 'permanent house- guest', though he could sense she was under a certain amount of stress, but she was dealin with it well.
"And?" Marianne was immediately assaulted by Michael as she set foot outside.
"All is well in lala-land. Tomorrow, Michael, I'm tired, I ache all over and all I wanna do is find my bed and crawl into it for the next two days," she yawned to emphasize her statement, before heading of to her and Michael's room, closely followed by him.
'You two are in love,' Emily suddenly stated.
'Yes, we are, have been for three years now. Why? Is this strange to your kind?'
'Actually, it is. You would die for him, without him. Doesn't it make you weak?'
'You know, for such a smart-mouth, you don't know a lot of things. Love makes you stronger, any kind of love. In order to protect those you love with all your heart, you'll do otherwise impossible feats. Losing the person you love, it hurts, yes, but the love will remain, or turn into hate, depending on how you lost the person,' Marianne walked into the shower.
~*With Xavier*~
"So you're tellin' us the kid has an entity in 'r head from between these dimensions?" Logan looked at Xavier in disbelieve.
"Yes, she has, I have been in her mind and have spoken with this entity. It seems truthful in its desire to help and that these rifts are not supposed to be happening," Xavier nodded.
"And you cannot remove it?" Hank asked him.
"Not without the risk of seriously damaging Marianne's mind, a risk I'm not willing to take. Neither is either Marianne or this 'Emily'. I think we should see what Emily wants, she has helped out. For now, we wait," Xavier decided and then wheeled out of the room.
~*With Marianne and Michael*~
She was sound asleep, but he couldn't. All he could was watch her and contemplate what had happened. She had said she ached all over, which meant she was hurting pretty bad, she never told them otherwise, unless when it was to get out of on of her training sessions.
So he had failed to protect her, she had gotten hurt and he should have been there with her and he should have at least tried to protect her. No, he had to be 'mister leader' and sent her in with only one boy in order for her to get her data.
"You know, this is exactly why I never want you to come on missions, and I mean this in the kindest way possible, but trouble has a way of finding you. When I know you're in the safehouse, I know you're as safe as a mutant can be, but when you were out there. God, I never was so terrified in my life. I think my heart stopped beating the moment you and Sam went into that field, only to start beating again when you came back," he whispered, brushing his fingers through her hair.
He had been afraid before, afraid of losing his life, afraid of messing up, but never like this, and he hated it with a passion, being that afraid. It wasn't anything like the fears he had had before, this was more like fearing to lose his heart and soul. It was like that, he thought, in a way, Marianne was his heart and soul.
He would have a fight with her tomorrow, when he would tell her she wasn't going along on another mission. She was a spitfire, fighting with her and winning was the hardest thing he knew. She would get mad, she would lash out and then storm off, sometimes even with tears in her eyes. That hurt the most, her lashing out, he could handle that, she was temperamental, she had fire in her soul, as Sarah put it, but the tears, he could not handle tears. Sometimes, he thought it was just a way to get back at him, but then probably Sarah would come storming in, Sarah, Ben or Tank, asking what the hell he thought he was doing and why they just saw Marianne storming down the hall near tears, and he knew she wasn't getting back at him. He had hurt her and he had been a jerk. Why was it always the guy's fault?
Michael turned onto his back, his right hand remaining in Marianne's hair as he left settled over his eyes. Being with Marianne was the hardest and the best thing in his life. She challenged him every step of the way, daring him to do the best he could, he doubted she even knew she did this, but she also supported him in his decissions.
"Damnit, Michael, you're an idiot, you know that. Why on earth don't you have a ring on her finger yet?" he muttered towards himself, but he knew why: no tomorrow, just today. Running the safehouse left very little personal time, very little time to think about these things, they were both too busy. But now, now he had more then enough time to think, too much time to think.
The future, for an instance, what she had said in the mall had made him think and go over what Ben, Tank and Sarah had done over the past year. Marianne had been right: they could run the safehouse without their help. But could they just up and leave? Was that right? What would they do when they weren't needed in the safehouse anymore? Go get a real life? Settle down? No, that wasn't for them. He was like Marianne, he needed to be needed.
Marianne would always remain a doctor and he would always remain one of the Underground. As much as he hated it, but at the moment, they needed people willing to fight for the survival of mutants and he was able and willing to fight. He still believed in the dream that one day, humans and mutants would live side by side, but for that dream to happen, they needed mutants to be alive to live side by side with humans.
"This thinking isn't making me a happy man, I need sleep," Michael finally decided, rolling back onto his side, facing Marianne again, she was still asleep.