Agent-G: yeah, well, Marianne tends to go with her instincts and Michael
prefers to stay open for any possibilities. Michael is pretty much a
military guy with a sharp edge, and Marianne managed to take of the edge a
little. And I get where you're coming from, medication is not one of the
things I like, at all, I'm just lucky I have the stomache for it.
Fighting Destiny - Warning
~*In the other dimension*~
"I. Don't. Care. We're getting them back! Now!" Sarah paced around, fists clenched, fury in her eyes.
"I analyzed all the data we had on the jet, but this is not my field of expertise. I can make training drones, cleaning drones, computer programs, I cannot make anything that opens dimensions," Ben spoke up, not diverting his eyes from the computerscreen.
"And I'm only an expert at demolishing," Tank added.
"How many times do I need to say this?! I. Don't. Give. A. Damn! We're going to get them back and I don't care how," Sarah was not listening to their reasoning. She was scared, she needed her friends, their leaders back.
"I zhink we might know someone," Kurt offered.
"O no! No way!" Jean began to object, "do you even realize how many times Forge's experiments go wrong?!"
"Listen, Red," Tank stood up, while throwing cautious glances at Sarah, "if there's even a slighest chance at getting them back, we're taking it. Marianne is our doc and we need 'r, she also is the one with the source of information on what is happening. She is also a close friend of all of us, and Michael is just as important."
"I'm gettin' 'm," Logan decided, getting up to get to the jet.
They all looked at eachother, all thinking the same, but not wanting to say it out loud: what if the entity had been wrong? What if they weren't coming back? What if... What if they were dead? There was just one dry comfort in this: at least they had been together, but how this was a comfort? No one could tell.
~*With Michael and Marianne, several days later*~
Marianne was out running, Michael was working of his frustrations in the Danger Room. It had been the same argument. Marianne was positive that it wasn't Apocalyps's doing, where as Michael was convinced they needed to keep their options open.
Logan growled as he saw Michael demolish yet another drone, in an extremely painfull way, the guy was tense, and Logan could very well figure out why. Michael needed action, all this sitting around wasn't doing him any good.
Outside, Marianne had run into a source of, minor, trouble: the Brotherhood. To be exact: Pietro, Todd and Fred. Wanda was there, but wasn't really getting into it, it was just Pietro being a jerk. It was what he did best. (A/N: sorry Pietro lovers, but he gets on my nerves!)
"What is it?" Marianne said that could freeze the blood in your veins.
"You'reanX-geek, aren'tya?" Pietro zipped around her.
"No. I'm not. Get lost speedy," she rolled her eyes: she didn't think he would change in any dimension. He would always be annoying.
"Thenwhyareyoulivingthere?" he aske her, slightly surprised. Marianne decided to go for something she had done before, in her own dimension.
"First of," poke, "all. They are, "poke, "helping us," poke, "second of all, they are X-Men," poke, "and third," poke, "I don't talk to moving," poke, "speedviolations! Go chase the butterflies."
With a small amount of concentration, she implanted the idea of Pietro being swamped by butterflies in his head. That caused him to come to a full stop and start clawing at the air in front of him.
"What the???" Fred called out.
"What did you do to him, yo?" Todd jumped closer towards her and Wanda glared at her.
"He'll be fine in a couple of hours. In the meantime, he'll be busy, too busy to either try to boss you guys around, or just be plain annoying. The way I see it, you owe me a thank-you," Marianne turned around and began to walk into Bayville. There was just so much she felt like dealing with and this had been it. And she had to add the fact that she was completely not at ease because of the minor fact that the one who was responsible for her dimension's trouble was present in this one. What she needed was a good cup of coffee and no one bothering her.
'Lighten up, Marianne,' Emily complained, 'whatever it is, it's not going to attack here.'
'What makes you say so?' Marianne retorted.
'It would have already,' and with that, the entity retreated again. Both of them were well aware that the chance of Emily being able to leave Marianne was very, very small, and therefor, they tried to stay out of eachother's way. But one head and two constantly present personalities tended to get a tad bit crowded at times.
Marianne found a small coffeeshop, not all that crowded. As she sat down, the cup in front of her, she began to let her mind drift to times where it was simple. Times when she hadn't been under this kind of stress. With a bitter smile, she realized that those times were getting less and less.
"Is this seat taken?" a woman's voice interrupted her thoughts.
"No, not at all," Marianne looked up to recognize Irene Addler, Destiny. They had a file on her, Underground, in her dimension, at least. Marianne had one reason not to like this woman: she had practically handed Rogue over to Mystique! Had exposed one of her friends to the manipulations of that woman.
"What do you want, Destiny?" Marianne asked, her voice turning a few nots colder.
"What makes you think I want something?" Irene didn't seem surprised by the question or the use of her code-name.
"You can forsee events, you are sitting here, in a small coffeeshop, at the table I occupy, while there are plenty of free tables. It is safe to say you want something," even Marianne's face spelled out her discontent at the other woman to seek her out.
"You're right, I wish to tell you something," Irene started, but was interrupted by Marianne.
"Then keep on wishing, lady, 'cause you and I have nothing to talk about and there is nothing you have to tell me," she moved to leave the table: she would go back to the Institute, try and get some coffee there, although she wouldn't get some peace-and-quiet time.
"Please! You're going to get yourself killed if you don't listen to me!" the blind woman cried out. That got her attention, Marianne sat down again.
"You and the other man, you should not try and face your enemy, you can live out your lives here, if you face him, you will be killed," Irene told her.
"Just me, or Michael too?" Marianne's face had turned ashen.
"You, you will be killed," Irene looked up, "it is your destiny if you face him."
Somehow, the fact that only she would be a victim installed a cold anger in her: "Lady, there truly is nothing you have to tell me. I am going to face him and I'll fight destiny itself if I have to. I will not let my friends, my home, down. Now leave, before I get truly upset with you."
The blind woman quietly got up and left, leaving Marianne to seethe with anger. How could Irene expect that she would give up?! She could see the future, didn't she at least saw a bit that even remotely explained her stubbornness?!
"What did Ahrene want with ya?" once again, Marianne was interrupted from her thoughts, this time by Rogue.
"She thought she had some advice. None that I will use, however," Marianne grinned wryly.
"What did she say?" Rogue sat down.
"Okay, but promise me you won't tell anyone. Especially not Michael. He'll drive me insane if he ever finds out," Marianne looked pleadingly at the, now younger, girl.
"Ah won' tell 'm a thang," Rogue easily promised, but wondered what was so important.
"Irene said, that if I am to face this enemy, my destiny is to die. She said I should give up and live out my life here, with Michael," her hand clutched tightly at the cup, "but I can't give up, I just... I can't. I've wanted to give up so many times, in the safehouse, before I my brother got me a spot at Xavier's. I want to wake up just one day and not worry about what might come. But I always do. I'm always scared."
"Ya should listen ta 'r, ya know," Rogue looked at the woman. She hadn't really thought she was any good, but when she heard her talk like that, it just seemed to change. She looked at Marianne and saw a world of hurt in her eyes, and something told her it was not her own hurt.
"If I should listen to her, I will never see Sarah, Tank of Ben, for that matter. I am needed at the safehouse, I'm the only doc they've got. Add the fact that I seem to learn to be a shrink too," a wry grinn, "you wouldn't believe how many mutants we get out of trouble. We were completely filled up a couple of times. So many people hurting because of those haters, so much pain and even us doctors can't heal most of the hurt."
Marianne quickly sipped from her coffee, to stop herself from talking. As she did, she looked at Rogue, and remembered that before the mission, Rogue had never really trusted her, or liked her for that matter. But Marianne was different now, she wasn't this shielded girl anymore, she was harder now, sometimes even bitter, and she knew a lot more of what went on out there.
"It must be difficult fer ya," Rogue acknowledged.
"Keeping my emotions in check is difficult, my power is tied to them. This is just down right impossible. Before, my emotions ruled me, I was quite a spitfire, still am. And I'm not even out there, all I do is wait around the safehouse," Marianne grumbled, "man, I need to get drunk."
"Drunk?" Rogue raised an eyebrow.
"I've never been drunk in my entire life. And I'm curious, but I can't do that because I'm a responsible doctor and if I do, my powers go slightly outta control. Man, I need to get drunk," Marianne rested her head on the table.
"Then ya shouldn't get drunk," Rogue offered.
"Don't tell me what I should and shouldn't do, Rogue, that has a reaction that's not good. Not good at all. I'm at the moment very much freaked out and have to try my best to maintain my own control. Telling me what to do makes me pretty pissed, something I do not need. You know that you didn't like me, at all, when I first came to Xavier's? I figure that's the case now too," Marianne took another sip, looking at Rogue.
"But Ah started ta like ya, in yer dimension?"
"Yes, you did, the day before the mission where I got, at least you all thought, that I got killed. But you didn't like Shadow either, which I cannot blame you for, seeing as I don't like him either, most of the time," She shot Rogue a wry grin, "but he did manage to kidnap me from under Scot's nose, that's gotta count for something. That wasn't something that made me like him. But who I absolutely do not like is Pietro. I told him off in my dimensions and today I told him off here. He's just as annoying."
"Ya know, Marianne, Ah think you an' Ah are gonna get along very well," Rogue grinned.
Fighting Destiny - Warning
~*In the other dimension*~
"I. Don't. Care. We're getting them back! Now!" Sarah paced around, fists clenched, fury in her eyes.
"I analyzed all the data we had on the jet, but this is not my field of expertise. I can make training drones, cleaning drones, computer programs, I cannot make anything that opens dimensions," Ben spoke up, not diverting his eyes from the computerscreen.
"And I'm only an expert at demolishing," Tank added.
"How many times do I need to say this?! I. Don't. Give. A. Damn! We're going to get them back and I don't care how," Sarah was not listening to their reasoning. She was scared, she needed her friends, their leaders back.
"I zhink we might know someone," Kurt offered.
"O no! No way!" Jean began to object, "do you even realize how many times Forge's experiments go wrong?!"
"Listen, Red," Tank stood up, while throwing cautious glances at Sarah, "if there's even a slighest chance at getting them back, we're taking it. Marianne is our doc and we need 'r, she also is the one with the source of information on what is happening. She is also a close friend of all of us, and Michael is just as important."
"I'm gettin' 'm," Logan decided, getting up to get to the jet.
They all looked at eachother, all thinking the same, but not wanting to say it out loud: what if the entity had been wrong? What if they weren't coming back? What if... What if they were dead? There was just one dry comfort in this: at least they had been together, but how this was a comfort? No one could tell.
~*With Michael and Marianne, several days later*~
Marianne was out running, Michael was working of his frustrations in the Danger Room. It had been the same argument. Marianne was positive that it wasn't Apocalyps's doing, where as Michael was convinced they needed to keep their options open.
Logan growled as he saw Michael demolish yet another drone, in an extremely painfull way, the guy was tense, and Logan could very well figure out why. Michael needed action, all this sitting around wasn't doing him any good.
Outside, Marianne had run into a source of, minor, trouble: the Brotherhood. To be exact: Pietro, Todd and Fred. Wanda was there, but wasn't really getting into it, it was just Pietro being a jerk. It was what he did best. (A/N: sorry Pietro lovers, but he gets on my nerves!)
"What is it?" Marianne said that could freeze the blood in your veins.
"You'reanX-geek, aren'tya?" Pietro zipped around her.
"No. I'm not. Get lost speedy," she rolled her eyes: she didn't think he would change in any dimension. He would always be annoying.
"Thenwhyareyoulivingthere?" he aske her, slightly surprised. Marianne decided to go for something she had done before, in her own dimension.
"First of," poke, "all. They are, "poke, "helping us," poke, "second of all, they are X-Men," poke, "and third," poke, "I don't talk to moving," poke, "speedviolations! Go chase the butterflies."
With a small amount of concentration, she implanted the idea of Pietro being swamped by butterflies in his head. That caused him to come to a full stop and start clawing at the air in front of him.
"What the???" Fred called out.
"What did you do to him, yo?" Todd jumped closer towards her and Wanda glared at her.
"He'll be fine in a couple of hours. In the meantime, he'll be busy, too busy to either try to boss you guys around, or just be plain annoying. The way I see it, you owe me a thank-you," Marianne turned around and began to walk into Bayville. There was just so much she felt like dealing with and this had been it. And she had to add the fact that she was completely not at ease because of the minor fact that the one who was responsible for her dimension's trouble was present in this one. What she needed was a good cup of coffee and no one bothering her.
'Lighten up, Marianne,' Emily complained, 'whatever it is, it's not going to attack here.'
'What makes you say so?' Marianne retorted.
'It would have already,' and with that, the entity retreated again. Both of them were well aware that the chance of Emily being able to leave Marianne was very, very small, and therefor, they tried to stay out of eachother's way. But one head and two constantly present personalities tended to get a tad bit crowded at times.
Marianne found a small coffeeshop, not all that crowded. As she sat down, the cup in front of her, she began to let her mind drift to times where it was simple. Times when she hadn't been under this kind of stress. With a bitter smile, she realized that those times were getting less and less.
"Is this seat taken?" a woman's voice interrupted her thoughts.
"No, not at all," Marianne looked up to recognize Irene Addler, Destiny. They had a file on her, Underground, in her dimension, at least. Marianne had one reason not to like this woman: she had practically handed Rogue over to Mystique! Had exposed one of her friends to the manipulations of that woman.
"What do you want, Destiny?" Marianne asked, her voice turning a few nots colder.
"What makes you think I want something?" Irene didn't seem surprised by the question or the use of her code-name.
"You can forsee events, you are sitting here, in a small coffeeshop, at the table I occupy, while there are plenty of free tables. It is safe to say you want something," even Marianne's face spelled out her discontent at the other woman to seek her out.
"You're right, I wish to tell you something," Irene started, but was interrupted by Marianne.
"Then keep on wishing, lady, 'cause you and I have nothing to talk about and there is nothing you have to tell me," she moved to leave the table: she would go back to the Institute, try and get some coffee there, although she wouldn't get some peace-and-quiet time.
"Please! You're going to get yourself killed if you don't listen to me!" the blind woman cried out. That got her attention, Marianne sat down again.
"You and the other man, you should not try and face your enemy, you can live out your lives here, if you face him, you will be killed," Irene told her.
"Just me, or Michael too?" Marianne's face had turned ashen.
"You, you will be killed," Irene looked up, "it is your destiny if you face him."
Somehow, the fact that only she would be a victim installed a cold anger in her: "Lady, there truly is nothing you have to tell me. I am going to face him and I'll fight destiny itself if I have to. I will not let my friends, my home, down. Now leave, before I get truly upset with you."
The blind woman quietly got up and left, leaving Marianne to seethe with anger. How could Irene expect that she would give up?! She could see the future, didn't she at least saw a bit that even remotely explained her stubbornness?!
"What did Ahrene want with ya?" once again, Marianne was interrupted from her thoughts, this time by Rogue.
"She thought she had some advice. None that I will use, however," Marianne grinned wryly.
"What did she say?" Rogue sat down.
"Okay, but promise me you won't tell anyone. Especially not Michael. He'll drive me insane if he ever finds out," Marianne looked pleadingly at the, now younger, girl.
"Ah won' tell 'm a thang," Rogue easily promised, but wondered what was so important.
"Irene said, that if I am to face this enemy, my destiny is to die. She said I should give up and live out my life here, with Michael," her hand clutched tightly at the cup, "but I can't give up, I just... I can't. I've wanted to give up so many times, in the safehouse, before I my brother got me a spot at Xavier's. I want to wake up just one day and not worry about what might come. But I always do. I'm always scared."
"Ya should listen ta 'r, ya know," Rogue looked at the woman. She hadn't really thought she was any good, but when she heard her talk like that, it just seemed to change. She looked at Marianne and saw a world of hurt in her eyes, and something told her it was not her own hurt.
"If I should listen to her, I will never see Sarah, Tank of Ben, for that matter. I am needed at the safehouse, I'm the only doc they've got. Add the fact that I seem to learn to be a shrink too," a wry grinn, "you wouldn't believe how many mutants we get out of trouble. We were completely filled up a couple of times. So many people hurting because of those haters, so much pain and even us doctors can't heal most of the hurt."
Marianne quickly sipped from her coffee, to stop herself from talking. As she did, she looked at Rogue, and remembered that before the mission, Rogue had never really trusted her, or liked her for that matter. But Marianne was different now, she wasn't this shielded girl anymore, she was harder now, sometimes even bitter, and she knew a lot more of what went on out there.
"It must be difficult fer ya," Rogue acknowledged.
"Keeping my emotions in check is difficult, my power is tied to them. This is just down right impossible. Before, my emotions ruled me, I was quite a spitfire, still am. And I'm not even out there, all I do is wait around the safehouse," Marianne grumbled, "man, I need to get drunk."
"Drunk?" Rogue raised an eyebrow.
"I've never been drunk in my entire life. And I'm curious, but I can't do that because I'm a responsible doctor and if I do, my powers go slightly outta control. Man, I need to get drunk," Marianne rested her head on the table.
"Then ya shouldn't get drunk," Rogue offered.
"Don't tell me what I should and shouldn't do, Rogue, that has a reaction that's not good. Not good at all. I'm at the moment very much freaked out and have to try my best to maintain my own control. Telling me what to do makes me pretty pissed, something I do not need. You know that you didn't like me, at all, when I first came to Xavier's? I figure that's the case now too," Marianne took another sip, looking at Rogue.
"But Ah started ta like ya, in yer dimension?"
"Yes, you did, the day before the mission where I got, at least you all thought, that I got killed. But you didn't like Shadow either, which I cannot blame you for, seeing as I don't like him either, most of the time," She shot Rogue a wry grin, "but he did manage to kidnap me from under Scot's nose, that's gotta count for something. That wasn't something that made me like him. But who I absolutely do not like is Pietro. I told him off in my dimensions and today I told him off here. He's just as annoying."
"Ya know, Marianne, Ah think you an' Ah are gonna get along very well," Rogue grinned.