Agent-G: gothic music, uhm, well, I like Within Temptation, After Forever,
Epica and then there is my favorite Nightwish. You have to have a taste for
that kind of music. Nightwish's best cd, in my opinion, is Century Child,
though the rest of them is also good. It's not that intense and loud.
Damn-My-Name-Was-Taken: o-okay, you're scaring me now O_o (refering to review on chapter 2)
Agent-G (review from 'I can't give up'): thanks, I am trying to make Marianne a 'real' person. Doubts, losing faith, stubbornness, it's all part of it. I'm really honored that you think it's good. Duck and Run has become one of my favorite songs, partially because of that story.
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Fighting Destiny – Fighting and making up
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"You're not coming along for the next rift," Michael stated once again, crossing his arms over his chest while looking at the woman in front of him.
"I AM coming along. You'll need me," Marianne threw back, a defiant glare in her eyes.
"No, you'll get hurt, I can't take that risk, Anne," he tried, appealing to her emotions. Wrong idea.
"Don't you 'Anne' me mister! You can't play favorites, Michael, I have allowed you to keep me out of the rescue missions, I have allowed you to protect me, but that is a luxury we no longer have!" Marianne balled her fists, anger raging through her eyes and voice.
"I don't care, Marianne, when you're at risk, I can't think straight. I don't care if I have to tie you up, you are NOT coming along," he was growing impatient: why couldn't she just see his reasons and stay behind?
"And what about me? How do you think I feel, Michael? Every god damned time you go of to save others from labs. I saw one of those labs, Michael, I know what happens when you're inside and they set of the self destruction! I know what it's like to be caught under the rubble and to almost die, and every time you go out, I'm afraid, Michael. I am so god damned afraid that you'll go through the same thing. I'm so damned afraid that this time, there won't be someone from the Underground scouting through the rubble and find you, like they found me! You don't have Tank's invulnerability, you don't have his super human strength, you can very well die!" how dared he? Stopping her from doing what he did every chance he got? The anger inside Marianne was growing with every word she spat out at him.
"I am better trained, Marianne, I know the risks and I can avoid them. You're not a fighter, you're a healer," Michael forced himself to remain calm: this was an argument he couldn't lose.
"I have killed, what a healer I am. I also know the risks and I know that you can't avoid them. Otherwise I would never have to patch you up or keep you for nights in the hospital wing. This is life, Michael. It's full of risks and you ARE going to need my and Emily's help for the next rifts," with that, Marianne turned on her heels and stormed out of their room, but it was too late for Michael not to notice the tears that had formed in her eyes. His heart clenched at that.
Marianne didn't notice that she almost ran into Sarah and Ororo, she didn't say anything, just kept running untill she was in the hospital wing. Hank was there in the lab and Marianne locked herself into one of the isolation rooms with her laptop, determined to write a program that could track down rifts before they actually began to cause damages. Emily quietly added her info, figuring that being cocky would now cause into an argument she really didn't want.
~*With Sarah and Ororo*~
"What was that about?" Ororo looked in the direction in which Marianne had run of to.
"Collision of two very stubborn people who don't see eye to eye on the subject of Marianne's safety," Sarah grinned, "Michael and Marianne had a fight. Did you see tears in her eyes?"
"I believe I did, why?" Ororo raised her left eyebrow.
"Then it's time to have a talk with Michael. Coming with me?" Sarah thumbed into the direction Marianne had come from. Ororo nodded and followed the younger woman to Michael's and Marianne's room.
"Care to explain why Marianne nearly ran us over?" Sarah walked into the room, not even bothering to knock. She found Michael sprawled over the bed, staring at the ceiling.
"We really should think about the colour of the ceiling, it's hideous," Michael avoided the question, untill Sarah hauled him up by his colar, he didn't even bother to protest.
"You fought with her and now she stormed of, again. Now you are going to make it up with her," she hissed at the man, Ororo just observed the exchange.
"In a while, when she won't rip my head off," Michael nodded.
"What did you do this time?" Sarah let go of him, but still glared.
"One day, someone's going to explain to me why it's always the guy's fault," Michael grumbled, "I told her she wasn't coming along for the next rift."
"Ouch," Sarah winced, knowing very well that Marianne only agreed to stay behind because she knew that in a fight, she would have an obvious disadvantage in physical combat, but in this, she could actually help out a great deal, considering the entity in her mind.
"She dragged up a whole new guilt trip," Michael nodded, while falling back onto the bed, "does it bother you that much you sometimes stay behind?"
Sarah inwardly winced: when Marianne brought that up, she was positively pissed, though she could understand it. Marianne was one hell of a woman to pick a fight with, but she didn't draw thing out of perspective.
"Yes, it does, but I have to say Marianne handles it a bit better then I do," Sarah nodded.
"Chocolates or flowers?" Michael then asked after a while.
"She won't fall for that. You're going to have to grovel at her feet and give in to letting her tag along," Sarah grimaced, realising that this was not the usual fight, this was the one where Marianne was positively raging.
"Damn, and I really wasn't going to lose this one," Michael growled, staring at the ceiling.
"Michael, when you fight with Marianne, you'll undoubtedly lose," Sarah grinned, before turning around and leaving the room, followed by Ororo.
~*After several hours*~
She was on one side of the door, he was on the other, banging as hard as he could yelling at her to open up and let him apologise.
Marianne closed of the program she was writing with Emily's help. She had let him yell for the past half hour. Okay, perhaps that was a little harsh.
'A little?! The man wants to apologise and you let him standing there for half an hour! Sjeesh, I wouldn't want to see you get truly pissed,' Emily commented.
'Shut up,' Marianne snapped at her as she opened the door with the code only she had. She just looked at Michael, blank look on her face, waiting what he would do.
"You're still mad at me, aren't ya?" he asked her, looking in her eyes, they always displayed an abundance of emotions, even when the rest of her face was cold. He saw the sorrow of what she had witnessed as a doctor, the selfhate for having killed those men more then three years ago, the satisfaction of being able to help and love for him.
"That depends," she simply replied, crossing her arms, her whole stance was kept carefully neutral.
"Marianne, I know that what I want is childish, I just have this weird idea that keeping you out of the battles will keep you safe and there is nothing in the world I want more then you being safe. I realise we need you and Emily out there, you as a doctor, Emily with her information. But that doesn't mean I have to like it. I saw what that small rift did, Marianne, and I'm afraid, yes, I'm damned afraid, to lose you. I couldn't care less about this whole dimensional crap if you're not there with me, in the end to tell me that we did it, that we saved our dimension," he looked at her, hoping she would understand and saw that she did, "I know I can't keep you out of this because it's better for my peace of mind, I know we don't have that luxury, but something inside me refuses to accept this. But I also know that if I don't accept this, I could very well lose you. I know you, I know that you'll sneak on board and since no one knows you're there, no one can help if you run into trouble."
Marianne just looked at him, a smile slowly forming on her face: "Finished with your speech? I'm glad you're starting to the reason, and I know you're scared, you're not the only one, we're all scared. We're facing something unlike anything ever before. We're fighting to change the destiny of this dimension and we're not even sure if we'll win. If there is something no one needs right now is the two of us fighting eachother."
With that, Michael knew he was forgiven, Marianne wasn't one to hold a grudge, at least, not for long. He draped his arm around her shoulder, and a smile stretched over his face.
"Don't get cocky, just because I accepted your apologie doesn't mean you don't have to sleep in the rec-room tonight," she faced him with a slight glare in her eyes, his face dropped at that: he truly, 100% hated sleeping in the rec-room.
"I'm joking!" Marianne quickly called out, "now now, Michael, don't do anything stupid," she began to slowly back away from him as he appeared to get a slightly crazed expression on his face and she knew she was in for it now.
"Anne? Run." He simply adviced, and boy, did she run.
Damn-My-Name-Was-Taken: o-okay, you're scaring me now O_o (refering to review on chapter 2)
Agent-G (review from 'I can't give up'): thanks, I am trying to make Marianne a 'real' person. Doubts, losing faith, stubbornness, it's all part of it. I'm really honored that you think it's good. Duck and Run has become one of my favorite songs, partially because of that story.
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Fighting Destiny – Fighting and making up
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"You're not coming along for the next rift," Michael stated once again, crossing his arms over his chest while looking at the woman in front of him.
"I AM coming along. You'll need me," Marianne threw back, a defiant glare in her eyes.
"No, you'll get hurt, I can't take that risk, Anne," he tried, appealing to her emotions. Wrong idea.
"Don't you 'Anne' me mister! You can't play favorites, Michael, I have allowed you to keep me out of the rescue missions, I have allowed you to protect me, but that is a luxury we no longer have!" Marianne balled her fists, anger raging through her eyes and voice.
"I don't care, Marianne, when you're at risk, I can't think straight. I don't care if I have to tie you up, you are NOT coming along," he was growing impatient: why couldn't she just see his reasons and stay behind?
"And what about me? How do you think I feel, Michael? Every god damned time you go of to save others from labs. I saw one of those labs, Michael, I know what happens when you're inside and they set of the self destruction! I know what it's like to be caught under the rubble and to almost die, and every time you go out, I'm afraid, Michael. I am so god damned afraid that you'll go through the same thing. I'm so damned afraid that this time, there won't be someone from the Underground scouting through the rubble and find you, like they found me! You don't have Tank's invulnerability, you don't have his super human strength, you can very well die!" how dared he? Stopping her from doing what he did every chance he got? The anger inside Marianne was growing with every word she spat out at him.
"I am better trained, Marianne, I know the risks and I can avoid them. You're not a fighter, you're a healer," Michael forced himself to remain calm: this was an argument he couldn't lose.
"I have killed, what a healer I am. I also know the risks and I know that you can't avoid them. Otherwise I would never have to patch you up or keep you for nights in the hospital wing. This is life, Michael. It's full of risks and you ARE going to need my and Emily's help for the next rifts," with that, Marianne turned on her heels and stormed out of their room, but it was too late for Michael not to notice the tears that had formed in her eyes. His heart clenched at that.
Marianne didn't notice that she almost ran into Sarah and Ororo, she didn't say anything, just kept running untill she was in the hospital wing. Hank was there in the lab and Marianne locked herself into one of the isolation rooms with her laptop, determined to write a program that could track down rifts before they actually began to cause damages. Emily quietly added her info, figuring that being cocky would now cause into an argument she really didn't want.
~*With Sarah and Ororo*~
"What was that about?" Ororo looked in the direction in which Marianne had run of to.
"Collision of two very stubborn people who don't see eye to eye on the subject of Marianne's safety," Sarah grinned, "Michael and Marianne had a fight. Did you see tears in her eyes?"
"I believe I did, why?" Ororo raised her left eyebrow.
"Then it's time to have a talk with Michael. Coming with me?" Sarah thumbed into the direction Marianne had come from. Ororo nodded and followed the younger woman to Michael's and Marianne's room.
"Care to explain why Marianne nearly ran us over?" Sarah walked into the room, not even bothering to knock. She found Michael sprawled over the bed, staring at the ceiling.
"We really should think about the colour of the ceiling, it's hideous," Michael avoided the question, untill Sarah hauled him up by his colar, he didn't even bother to protest.
"You fought with her and now she stormed of, again. Now you are going to make it up with her," she hissed at the man, Ororo just observed the exchange.
"In a while, when she won't rip my head off," Michael nodded.
"What did you do this time?" Sarah let go of him, but still glared.
"One day, someone's going to explain to me why it's always the guy's fault," Michael grumbled, "I told her she wasn't coming along for the next rift."
"Ouch," Sarah winced, knowing very well that Marianne only agreed to stay behind because she knew that in a fight, she would have an obvious disadvantage in physical combat, but in this, she could actually help out a great deal, considering the entity in her mind.
"She dragged up a whole new guilt trip," Michael nodded, while falling back onto the bed, "does it bother you that much you sometimes stay behind?"
Sarah inwardly winced: when Marianne brought that up, she was positively pissed, though she could understand it. Marianne was one hell of a woman to pick a fight with, but she didn't draw thing out of perspective.
"Yes, it does, but I have to say Marianne handles it a bit better then I do," Sarah nodded.
"Chocolates or flowers?" Michael then asked after a while.
"She won't fall for that. You're going to have to grovel at her feet and give in to letting her tag along," Sarah grimaced, realising that this was not the usual fight, this was the one where Marianne was positively raging.
"Damn, and I really wasn't going to lose this one," Michael growled, staring at the ceiling.
"Michael, when you fight with Marianne, you'll undoubtedly lose," Sarah grinned, before turning around and leaving the room, followed by Ororo.
~*After several hours*~
She was on one side of the door, he was on the other, banging as hard as he could yelling at her to open up and let him apologise.
Marianne closed of the program she was writing with Emily's help. She had let him yell for the past half hour. Okay, perhaps that was a little harsh.
'A little?! The man wants to apologise and you let him standing there for half an hour! Sjeesh, I wouldn't want to see you get truly pissed,' Emily commented.
'Shut up,' Marianne snapped at her as she opened the door with the code only she had. She just looked at Michael, blank look on her face, waiting what he would do.
"You're still mad at me, aren't ya?" he asked her, looking in her eyes, they always displayed an abundance of emotions, even when the rest of her face was cold. He saw the sorrow of what she had witnessed as a doctor, the selfhate for having killed those men more then three years ago, the satisfaction of being able to help and love for him.
"That depends," she simply replied, crossing her arms, her whole stance was kept carefully neutral.
"Marianne, I know that what I want is childish, I just have this weird idea that keeping you out of the battles will keep you safe and there is nothing in the world I want more then you being safe. I realise we need you and Emily out there, you as a doctor, Emily with her information. But that doesn't mean I have to like it. I saw what that small rift did, Marianne, and I'm afraid, yes, I'm damned afraid, to lose you. I couldn't care less about this whole dimensional crap if you're not there with me, in the end to tell me that we did it, that we saved our dimension," he looked at her, hoping she would understand and saw that she did, "I know I can't keep you out of this because it's better for my peace of mind, I know we don't have that luxury, but something inside me refuses to accept this. But I also know that if I don't accept this, I could very well lose you. I know you, I know that you'll sneak on board and since no one knows you're there, no one can help if you run into trouble."
Marianne just looked at him, a smile slowly forming on her face: "Finished with your speech? I'm glad you're starting to the reason, and I know you're scared, you're not the only one, we're all scared. We're facing something unlike anything ever before. We're fighting to change the destiny of this dimension and we're not even sure if we'll win. If there is something no one needs right now is the two of us fighting eachother."
With that, Michael knew he was forgiven, Marianne wasn't one to hold a grudge, at least, not for long. He draped his arm around her shoulder, and a smile stretched over his face.
"Don't get cocky, just because I accepted your apologie doesn't mean you don't have to sleep in the rec-room tonight," she faced him with a slight glare in her eyes, his face dropped at that: he truly, 100% hated sleeping in the rec-room.
"I'm joking!" Marianne quickly called out, "now now, Michael, don't do anything stupid," she began to slowly back away from him as he appeared to get a slightly crazed expression on his face and she knew she was in for it now.
"Anne? Run." He simply adviced, and boy, did she run.