A/N: I'm on painkillers at the moment and they make me go all funny, so no
responds on reviews right now, because I'll write something very bad. I'm
about halfway stoned and the other half is high. What do they put in those
painkillers?
Fighting Destiny – Explaining
"We're what?!" Michael all but yelled.
"We're in another dimension, the bolt must have transported us through dimensions and dumped us here," Marianne rose to her feet and brushed of her jeans. Her hair was slightly singed at the ends and she was looking like a mess.
"And where in another dimension are we?" he looked around.
Marianne turned to observe their location, and recognized something: "that's the cave Shadow took me when he kidnapped me! We're close to the Institute, we could try our luck there. I need some clean clothes and we both need a bath."
"If it is here, the Institute, I mean. What if there are no mutants here?" Michael crossed his arms, looking slightly sceptical.
"Then we will find out," Marianne shrugged, seemingly careless, but she, on the inside, was praying that what Michael had said wasn't true. No mutants here, that would probably be a bad thing. She was guessing that the one who got them here would be pretty hard to get to, and some back-up would be nice.
As they entered Bayville, Marianne, however, came to a startling discovery: "It's several years earlier here, and I don't exist."
"And you get that by just looking into a parlour?" Michael raised his eyebrow.
"The date, the time. This was the first time I met Kitty, Scott, Jean and Kurt. There, they're sitting there. Me and Devon should be sitting right there, but it's only Devon and he's different. There are still mutants, Scott still wears his glasses and Kurt wears his image inducer. Come, we have to get to the Institute. If anyone will be able to help us, it will be Professor Xavier."
She began to walk faster, Michael followed her in a hurry.
"And how are we going to explain everything to them? We'll be on a first ride to loony-town or something. 'Yeah, hi, we're from another dimension a couple of years in the future, our dimension is being ripped apart, we got transported here. O, and Marianne here used to live with you and she's now a doctor for Mutant Underground.' That sounds logical," he was starting to get slightly sarcastic.
"That would basically be it. The professor can read my mind if he wants to, it's our best shot at this all," she stated, her voice told him that there was no way he would be able to convince to drop the plan, so they walked all the way to the Institute to come face to face with closed gates.
"Sneak in or ring the bell?" Michael asked, looking pointedly at gates.
"Well, unless you really want to feel what it's like to be run through by Logan's claws, I suggest we ring," Marianne smirked while reaching out to the button for the bell.
"Yeah?" she heard Logan's voice crackle through.
"Uhm, hi, this is Xavier's Institute, right? We need to speak with Professor Xavier," Marianne said, smiling as she was once again introduced to Logan's 'people-skills', or lack there of, when dealing with strangers. She heard him grumble a little before the gates opened and she and Michael could step onto the grounds. Almost immediately, they were met by Logan. He walked them to Xavier's office, Marianne could see he was ready to use his claws
"I'm so happy to meet you, professor Xavier. I am Marianne and this is Michael. I fear our story is a bit of an odd one," Marianne smiled at the man in front of her.
"Let's just see, shall we?" Xavier returned a kind smile.
"First, I'd like to explain to you that you can enter my mind if you think I am not telling the truth. Now, basically, our being here is an accident, we're not supposed to be in this dimension. We're from another one. Ours is currently being ripped apart by rifts. Something is causing it, and the something that caused it pulled me here, Michael was only pulled in because he was being stupid," she cast a glare at him.
"And you think mutants did this?" Logan snorted, "you humans are always so ready to blame us."
"As a matter of fact, Logan, or should I call your Wolverine? Michael and me are mutants too. In our dimension we are leading a safehouse for Mutant Underground. I am a doctor. Before that, I lived with the X-Men from my dimension and I was an X-Men. I have seen everything humans can think of doing to mutants and I'm getting sick and tired of you and your attitude! As much as you tried to teach me to fight and as patient you were, I truly dispise how you never let yourself trust anyone!" Marianne turned around to glare at him.
"Now you've done it," Michael murmurred, referring to Logan getting a rise out of Marianne, sharing a grin with Xavier as Marianne crossed her arms and once again cast an incinerating glare at Logan.
"Let's go back to the fact that you were a part of the X-Men, why no longer?" Xavier managed to draw her attention away from thinking of ways to maim Logan.
"You don't need someone like me, listen, I expect what I tell here to stay in this room. You and Michael are the only ones who know about this in my dimension," she took a deep breath as she saw Logan and Xavier nodd, "on the first mission I tagged along, me being taught to be a medic by Hank and the mission being to save mutants from a lab. I also kinda hacked some governemnt files and found out about the lab. But that was just because I wanted to find more info on mutation surpressers to help Rogue and Scott. Anyway, we went in and I found a girl, strapped to a table while being operated upon without any aneastatics. I lost it and used my mutation to kill five men. The base exploded while I was still inside, the rest was outside and you all thought I had died. I didn't, went into a coma, but I was still alive. I don't know how long I was trapped underneath all the rubble, but I was found by Mutant Underground. After I came out of my coma, I had no recollection of what had happened, lost my memories. Mutant Underground made it so that I lived with Michael in Boston and could learn to become a doctor. Two years later, I got in contact with you to help get some young mutants help, and you helped me get my memorie back."
"That is quite a story," Xavier nodded, "and what is happening to your dimension?"
"Something is destroying it, and that something is here, otherwise we couldn't have been pulled here. Our only chance to get back is to find the bad guy, or girl," Marianne gave a short version, not quite thinking anyone would stick to another long version.
"Could ya get a little more specific?" Logan snorted.
"If I could, I wouldn't be here," Marianne was taking her frustrations out on Logan, "look, I'm dirty, possitively hurting all over my hair just got singed and I need clean clothes. Can we please get into the details later?"
"Yes, I'd believe that might be for the best. Ororo will escort you to your rooms and find the both of you some clean clothes," Xavier nodded, knowing that Ororo was standing behind the closed door, poised to knock.
As the two young adults left, Logan looked at Xavier.
"Think they're speakin' the truth, Chuck?" he asked, while keeping an impassive face.
"As unlikely as it sounds, the girl was speaking the truth," Xavier nodded thoughtfully.
Fighting Destiny – Explaining
"We're what?!" Michael all but yelled.
"We're in another dimension, the bolt must have transported us through dimensions and dumped us here," Marianne rose to her feet and brushed of her jeans. Her hair was slightly singed at the ends and she was looking like a mess.
"And where in another dimension are we?" he looked around.
Marianne turned to observe their location, and recognized something: "that's the cave Shadow took me when he kidnapped me! We're close to the Institute, we could try our luck there. I need some clean clothes and we both need a bath."
"If it is here, the Institute, I mean. What if there are no mutants here?" Michael crossed his arms, looking slightly sceptical.
"Then we will find out," Marianne shrugged, seemingly careless, but she, on the inside, was praying that what Michael had said wasn't true. No mutants here, that would probably be a bad thing. She was guessing that the one who got them here would be pretty hard to get to, and some back-up would be nice.
As they entered Bayville, Marianne, however, came to a startling discovery: "It's several years earlier here, and I don't exist."
"And you get that by just looking into a parlour?" Michael raised his eyebrow.
"The date, the time. This was the first time I met Kitty, Scott, Jean and Kurt. There, they're sitting there. Me and Devon should be sitting right there, but it's only Devon and he's different. There are still mutants, Scott still wears his glasses and Kurt wears his image inducer. Come, we have to get to the Institute. If anyone will be able to help us, it will be Professor Xavier."
She began to walk faster, Michael followed her in a hurry.
"And how are we going to explain everything to them? We'll be on a first ride to loony-town or something. 'Yeah, hi, we're from another dimension a couple of years in the future, our dimension is being ripped apart, we got transported here. O, and Marianne here used to live with you and she's now a doctor for Mutant Underground.' That sounds logical," he was starting to get slightly sarcastic.
"That would basically be it. The professor can read my mind if he wants to, it's our best shot at this all," she stated, her voice told him that there was no way he would be able to convince to drop the plan, so they walked all the way to the Institute to come face to face with closed gates.
"Sneak in or ring the bell?" Michael asked, looking pointedly at gates.
"Well, unless you really want to feel what it's like to be run through by Logan's claws, I suggest we ring," Marianne smirked while reaching out to the button for the bell.
"Yeah?" she heard Logan's voice crackle through.
"Uhm, hi, this is Xavier's Institute, right? We need to speak with Professor Xavier," Marianne said, smiling as she was once again introduced to Logan's 'people-skills', or lack there of, when dealing with strangers. She heard him grumble a little before the gates opened and she and Michael could step onto the grounds. Almost immediately, they were met by Logan. He walked them to Xavier's office, Marianne could see he was ready to use his claws
"I'm so happy to meet you, professor Xavier. I am Marianne and this is Michael. I fear our story is a bit of an odd one," Marianne smiled at the man in front of her.
"Let's just see, shall we?" Xavier returned a kind smile.
"First, I'd like to explain to you that you can enter my mind if you think I am not telling the truth. Now, basically, our being here is an accident, we're not supposed to be in this dimension. We're from another one. Ours is currently being ripped apart by rifts. Something is causing it, and the something that caused it pulled me here, Michael was only pulled in because he was being stupid," she cast a glare at him.
"And you think mutants did this?" Logan snorted, "you humans are always so ready to blame us."
"As a matter of fact, Logan, or should I call your Wolverine? Michael and me are mutants too. In our dimension we are leading a safehouse for Mutant Underground. I am a doctor. Before that, I lived with the X-Men from my dimension and I was an X-Men. I have seen everything humans can think of doing to mutants and I'm getting sick and tired of you and your attitude! As much as you tried to teach me to fight and as patient you were, I truly dispise how you never let yourself trust anyone!" Marianne turned around to glare at him.
"Now you've done it," Michael murmurred, referring to Logan getting a rise out of Marianne, sharing a grin with Xavier as Marianne crossed her arms and once again cast an incinerating glare at Logan.
"Let's go back to the fact that you were a part of the X-Men, why no longer?" Xavier managed to draw her attention away from thinking of ways to maim Logan.
"You don't need someone like me, listen, I expect what I tell here to stay in this room. You and Michael are the only ones who know about this in my dimension," she took a deep breath as she saw Logan and Xavier nodd, "on the first mission I tagged along, me being taught to be a medic by Hank and the mission being to save mutants from a lab. I also kinda hacked some governemnt files and found out about the lab. But that was just because I wanted to find more info on mutation surpressers to help Rogue and Scott. Anyway, we went in and I found a girl, strapped to a table while being operated upon without any aneastatics. I lost it and used my mutation to kill five men. The base exploded while I was still inside, the rest was outside and you all thought I had died. I didn't, went into a coma, but I was still alive. I don't know how long I was trapped underneath all the rubble, but I was found by Mutant Underground. After I came out of my coma, I had no recollection of what had happened, lost my memories. Mutant Underground made it so that I lived with Michael in Boston and could learn to become a doctor. Two years later, I got in contact with you to help get some young mutants help, and you helped me get my memorie back."
"That is quite a story," Xavier nodded, "and what is happening to your dimension?"
"Something is destroying it, and that something is here, otherwise we couldn't have been pulled here. Our only chance to get back is to find the bad guy, or girl," Marianne gave a short version, not quite thinking anyone would stick to another long version.
"Could ya get a little more specific?" Logan snorted.
"If I could, I wouldn't be here," Marianne was taking her frustrations out on Logan, "look, I'm dirty, possitively hurting all over my hair just got singed and I need clean clothes. Can we please get into the details later?"
"Yes, I'd believe that might be for the best. Ororo will escort you to your rooms and find the both of you some clean clothes," Xavier nodded, knowing that Ororo was standing behind the closed door, poised to knock.
As the two young adults left, Logan looked at Xavier.
"Think they're speakin' the truth, Chuck?" he asked, while keeping an impassive face.
"As unlikely as it sounds, the girl was speaking the truth," Xavier nodded thoughtfully.