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Tatyana had grown into a beautiful teenager who would soon turn into a beautiful woman as all superheroes are for some reason. Her hair was the color of her father's but cut chin length. She had her mother's eyes. She was tall and thin but well built. Her scars were no longer as pronounced as they once were.
When Warren saw how Tatyana was growing he immediately enrolled her in ballet. She advanced in these lessons quickly. When she turned fourteen she was invited to join the NYC youth ballet troupe. Tatyana quickly accepted the invitation as a means to temporarily escape the uncaring home in which she lived.
Warren provided Tatyana with everything she wanted. Money. Clothes. Jewelry. A convertible. If she wanted a weekend away or was on vacation from school she had the use of any of his homes and his private jet to get there. But these were only things. He bought for her like a parent but wouldn't adopt her. He treated her like a possession. All Taty wanted him to do was say he loved her. She wanted the unconditional love of a parent to which none of the
X-Men really provided. Tatyana became angry and sad.
Her powers grew. Uncontrollably and destructively so. When Jean blocked all that she had been taught by the elves of Lothlorien this was set into motion. A sense of belonging was also taken from Tatyana. When she visited the beaches of the world the ocean called to her. It told her there was more out there. A place she would fit in. Someone she belonged with. People who truely knew who she was.
Now it was a week before her sixteenth birthday. Sweet sixteen. Taty was not as excited as a teen should be about this milestone. She had her driver's license and the obligatory convertible (that she hated) to go with it. She just didn't understand what was so special about this particular birthday. Jean and Emma had been making arrangements for the last month.
Taty collapsed onto her bed with a huge sigh. She began counting the little raised bumps on the ceiling ",One little ceiling dot, two little ceiling dots, three little ceiling dots..." She was sore and exhausted. An early morning training session, school, and three hours of ballet can wear out even the most sugar high teen. A knock on the door brought her attention away from the fascinating ceiling dots. "Come in."
Wolverine walked in, smiling devilishly ",You ready, kid ?"
"No more training, Wolvie. I'm wiped."
"Did ya forget what today is ?"
"Its Friday. TGIF ?"
"What do we have planned for today ?"
Taty's face brightened with a smile. It was time for an early birthday gift. Logan, Cable, Domino, and Jubilee had a bet on who could give Warren a massive coronary first. Logan was sure he would win with this one. That was just a bonus though. What really mattered was keeping that smile on Taty's face.
30 Minutes later in New York
Taty laid on the reclined barber's chair in her underwear. Logan stood by protectively. The hum of the small instrument she was about to become well aquainted with made her jump slightly. A million bee stings filled her senses and she drifted off to sleep. Tatyana dreamed what she always dreamed. Beautiful faces, pointy ears, blue eyes, a warm feeling of home. She could not clearly see their faces but felt that they cared for her. Loved her as one of their own though she was not. Tatyana longed to be with them though she did not know them nor know where to find them.
5 hours and $800 later...
Tatyana was sore. Her skin throbbed under the gauze bandages. The pain was nothing compared to how she felt. Normal. Well as normal as someone who had ink forcibly injected into her skin could feel. Taty opened the door to Warren's Manhattan penthouse with her key. She didn't even have to step over the threshold to know something was up. She frowned, looking over at Logan ",Warren's here and he's not alone."
"Its after midnight, Taty. Lets get a couple a hours sleep. I'll take ya ta breakfast. Anywhere ya want."
"IHOP ?"
Logan groaned inwardly as Tatyana smiled. She knew the smell of that place wreaked havok on his senses. Logan looked at Tatyana quickly realizing that he couldn't turn her down. "Fine. IHOP."
They heard a loud, frustrated moan then a door opening and closing. Warren came into view, tying his robe closed. "Taty ? Logan ? What are the two of you doing here ? What are you up to ?"
Taty closed the front door behind them before giving Warren a winning smile that didn't quite reach her eyes ",What were we up to ? Past tense. We've already finished. Now I'm going to bed."
Taty walked over to Warren, standing on tip-toe, kissing his cheek. He spotted a small bit of gauze peeking out from under her sleeve. "What's this ?" Warren pulled up her sleeve and unbound her upper arm. Logan smiled as he watched Warren visibly twitch. "You took her to get a tattoo ?"
"Tattoos," Taty corrected ",plural."
Logan had to swallow his laughter as the winged X-Man turned crimson.
"She's only fifteen, Logan ! How could you encourage this ? And you...is this payback for not letting you go to Russia ?"
"Okay, one I'm almost sixteen. Two I would've done this even without Logan. And three, I'm not mad about Russia since I've already been replaced with another dancer. Now good night."
Taty went to her bedroom and jumped into the huge bed. While trying to squirm under the blanket without having to get up she was also tossing off her clothing. Once settled, and properly twisted in her blanket, she drifted off dreaming of pointy ears, blue eyes and a beautiful forest. The dreams had changed though. Shadows were moving in on the forest. Evil and a sense of forboding was felt. At some point in time her sub-conscious took on the form of Magneto who began yelling at her that she needed to remember and fast.
One Week Later...
Taty was in her bedroom with her roommate, Kaitlyn. They were getting dressed for a night out. The overly produced birthday party went off without a hitch thanks to Storm and Gambit staying far away. The cake had been eaten. Presents had been ripped open. Then Logan had called out that whoever wanted to go into the city for an all-nighter had five minutes to get ready. Taty quickly changed into five inches of fabric she called a skirt, a wife beater, jacket and combat boots. Kaitlyn looked warily in the mirror ",Is Jason going to be there ?"
Jason was a member of Taty's dance troupe and the object of Kaitlyn's crush. "He's probably already there. So hurry up."
Kaitlyn eyed the tattoos on Taty's thighs that matched the ones on her arms as Taty gathered a few items into her purse. "Are they healed ?"
"What ? Oh, those. Yeah. Finally."
"I still don't understand why you did it."
"Felt right ya know ?"
"I think ya just enjoy givin' Mister Summers an aneurism."
"All I hafta do is blow up the danger room again ta do that."
"Lets move it," Logan yelled from down the hall.
The club was packed and smoke filled. Taty looked to her left but Kaitlyn wasn't there. Tatyana searched the crowd finally spotting her roommate with Jason. "Are you that surprised Taty," Logan asked on her right.
"I just wish they would get together and get it over with."
The rather large group of party-goers walked further into the club immediately going their seperate ways. Taty ended up at the bar using her fake ID to score a Jack and coke. "Happy birthday, luv," a scottish whisper tickled her enlongated ear.
Tatyana whirled around, giving anyone watching a glimpse of black panties. She immediately jumped into the arms of the foreign accent. "Stephan, you made it."
His reply was to kiss her deeply. Jono and Nightcrawler (with an image inducer) had to stop Warren and Logan from going over to rip the guys throat out. Taty let out a deep sigh as she broke the kiss. She wasn't in love with her dance partner. All Stephan offered her was a sense of feeling needed and wanted. It was what she craved it was the source she didn't. But until she found her place it would have to do. She smiled up at Stephan as the rest of the troupe gathered around her. It was not only a birthday party but a farewell one also. The troupe would be leaving her behind as they went to Russia for six months. Tatyana pushed her powers to the back of her mind, turning them off for the night, releasing her from the shield that protected her body from harm. She was determined to enjoy tonight.
Tatyana was pouting in the passenger's side of Logan's jeeb as they drove back to the school. Jono had burst into the bathroom catching her and Stephan in a compromising position. He drug her from the room and she remembered yelling something like ",You say you're too old for me so I hafta get my lovin' somewhere !"
She had been drunk then but quickly sobered up when Jono tossed her to Wolverine. Logan looked at the angry teen currently occupying the passenger seat. "What you do behind our backs is one thing. What you do in front of us is another thing entirely."
"Hrph," was her only reply.
Logan pulled into the driveway, stopping in front of the garage. "Despite the stunt you pulled tonight you still have one present left. Me an' Scott bought it for you."
Logan pushed the button on the remote for the garage. It slid up slowly to reveal Scott standing next to a brand new shiny red Ducati. "There are leathers upstairs in your room."
Taty hugged Wolvie quickly before leaping out of the jeep to stand next to Scott. "Jean had suggested we buy you a convertible but we reminded her that you had one that was gathering dust."
Taty quickly kissed Scott on the cheek before checking out the bike closer. Scott opened his mouth to say something about underage drinking but he quickly closed it settling on just twitching.
Tatyana walked slowly to her room not really wanting the night to end. As she neared the bedroom door her Spidey sense began to scream at her. Through her drunken haze she understood something like ",Killer bunny on the other side. Turn your powers back on. Put shield back on."
"How could a bunny be a killer ? They're so cute and cuddly."
Tatyana entered the room, closing the door behind her. Two steps further into the room and she saw Storm in front of her. Storm smiled right before slamming a knife to the hilt into her lower abdomen. Taty looked down at the handle slowly being covered in blood, her blood. "Stupid sixth sense," she muttered.
Kaitlyn chose that moment to walk in then screamed her head off. Tatyana slid herself off of the blade, promptly falling onto the carpet, passing out.
Even though Tatyana was many millenia in the future these events did not go unnoticed in Middle Earth. The animals became unnaturally quiet before erupting into a din of pain. All fo the elves that had ever come into contact with the Queen felt her pain. Some more acutely than others. Haldir, Rumil, and Orophin fell at their posts on the western border. The high elves of Rivendale grasped at their stomachs in sudden pain and confusion. Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood, collapsed at his father's feet. Celeborn cried out to Elbereth. Galadriel, at his side, wept.
When the pain subsided time did not return to normal. Celeborn looked to his wife for guidance. She smiled knowingly which secretly unnerved him. "It is almost time. By your leave I ask for quiet peace for a moment."
Taty was flying over trees, valleys, mountains, lands of green. This land felt old to her. Ancient. More so than her young mind could comprehend. It felt familiar. A strange sense of belonging took ahold of her disembodied soul.
She soon settled upon a small encampment drawn to two figures beside a fire. There were others about but seemed of little importance. Her vision stayed with the fair man, dressed strangely, but with even stranger features. He seemed to glow from within and possessed pointy ears. He looked like the men from her dreams but somehow Taty knew he wasn't. The man looked directly at her, smiled, then turned back to his conversation.
Taty looked to the person he was talking to. He looked like a child in height but his features were that of a young adult with great wisdom. He looked troubled. Taty's heart ached for him. She reached out placing a hand on his shoulder murmuring comforting words to him. Wind brushed across Frodo's face and his spirits lifted.
"You should not be here yet."
Tatyana turned to see the woman from her dreams. The sense of belonging became stronger. "But I belong here."
"Aye, you do. But what use would you be to this young hobbit as a spirit walking between worlds ?"
"I am no spirit." She pointed to the fair man ",He saw me."
"I am afraid not, Tatyana. He only sensed you."
"How do you know my name ?"
"Do you not remember me ?"
"I've dreamed of you many times. Am I suppose to know you ?"
Galadriel frowned. This was a most unexpected turn of events. "Tedian's guardians must have helped her forget," she thought. "You must go now. You will return when dark times are upon us and the threat of defeat is near. Then things will become..."
"CLEAR," Beast yelled, slamming the paddles onto Taty's chest, releasing 360 volts into her body.
Taty sucked in a sharp breath as her vitals rose to a weak state, Hank McCoy, doctor extrodinaire, went back to work on her near fatal wound Storm had inflicted upon her. The work went quick enough. As Taty slept unnaturally on a hospital cot Hank walked out of the room where Jean was waiting.
"It was touch and go there for a second but the good news is she will live."
"And the bad ?"
"She won't be able to bear children. Storm knew exactly what she was doing. The blade cut completely through her uterus. I stitched it up as best I could but it was pretty badly damaged." Jean sat in quiet contemplation as she allowed the news to sink in. Hank removed his surgical cap with a heavy hearted sigh. "I have had Taty on my surgical table too many times in her short life. We must resolve this situation immediately."
"I'll call a meeting."
Tatyana had grown into a beautiful teenager who would soon turn into a beautiful woman as all superheroes are for some reason. Her hair was the color of her father's but cut chin length. She had her mother's eyes. She was tall and thin but well built. Her scars were no longer as pronounced as they once were.
When Warren saw how Tatyana was growing he immediately enrolled her in ballet. She advanced in these lessons quickly. When she turned fourteen she was invited to join the NYC youth ballet troupe. Tatyana quickly accepted the invitation as a means to temporarily escape the uncaring home in which she lived.
Warren provided Tatyana with everything she wanted. Money. Clothes. Jewelry. A convertible. If she wanted a weekend away or was on vacation from school she had the use of any of his homes and his private jet to get there. But these were only things. He bought for her like a parent but wouldn't adopt her. He treated her like a possession. All Taty wanted him to do was say he loved her. She wanted the unconditional love of a parent to which none of the
X-Men really provided. Tatyana became angry and sad.
Her powers grew. Uncontrollably and destructively so. When Jean blocked all that she had been taught by the elves of Lothlorien this was set into motion. A sense of belonging was also taken from Tatyana. When she visited the beaches of the world the ocean called to her. It told her there was more out there. A place she would fit in. Someone she belonged with. People who truely knew who she was.
Now it was a week before her sixteenth birthday. Sweet sixteen. Taty was not as excited as a teen should be about this milestone. She had her driver's license and the obligatory convertible (that she hated) to go with it. She just didn't understand what was so special about this particular birthday. Jean and Emma had been making arrangements for the last month.
Taty collapsed onto her bed with a huge sigh. She began counting the little raised bumps on the ceiling ",One little ceiling dot, two little ceiling dots, three little ceiling dots..." She was sore and exhausted. An early morning training session, school, and three hours of ballet can wear out even the most sugar high teen. A knock on the door brought her attention away from the fascinating ceiling dots. "Come in."
Wolverine walked in, smiling devilishly ",You ready, kid ?"
"No more training, Wolvie. I'm wiped."
"Did ya forget what today is ?"
"Its Friday. TGIF ?"
"What do we have planned for today ?"
Taty's face brightened with a smile. It was time for an early birthday gift. Logan, Cable, Domino, and Jubilee had a bet on who could give Warren a massive coronary first. Logan was sure he would win with this one. That was just a bonus though. What really mattered was keeping that smile on Taty's face.
30 Minutes later in New York
Taty laid on the reclined barber's chair in her underwear. Logan stood by protectively. The hum of the small instrument she was about to become well aquainted with made her jump slightly. A million bee stings filled her senses and she drifted off to sleep. Tatyana dreamed what she always dreamed. Beautiful faces, pointy ears, blue eyes, a warm feeling of home. She could not clearly see their faces but felt that they cared for her. Loved her as one of their own though she was not. Tatyana longed to be with them though she did not know them nor know where to find them.
5 hours and $800 later...
Tatyana was sore. Her skin throbbed under the gauze bandages. The pain was nothing compared to how she felt. Normal. Well as normal as someone who had ink forcibly injected into her skin could feel. Taty opened the door to Warren's Manhattan penthouse with her key. She didn't even have to step over the threshold to know something was up. She frowned, looking over at Logan ",Warren's here and he's not alone."
"Its after midnight, Taty. Lets get a couple a hours sleep. I'll take ya ta breakfast. Anywhere ya want."
"IHOP ?"
Logan groaned inwardly as Tatyana smiled. She knew the smell of that place wreaked havok on his senses. Logan looked at Tatyana quickly realizing that he couldn't turn her down. "Fine. IHOP."
They heard a loud, frustrated moan then a door opening and closing. Warren came into view, tying his robe closed. "Taty ? Logan ? What are the two of you doing here ? What are you up to ?"
Taty closed the front door behind them before giving Warren a winning smile that didn't quite reach her eyes ",What were we up to ? Past tense. We've already finished. Now I'm going to bed."
Taty walked over to Warren, standing on tip-toe, kissing his cheek. He spotted a small bit of gauze peeking out from under her sleeve. "What's this ?" Warren pulled up her sleeve and unbound her upper arm. Logan smiled as he watched Warren visibly twitch. "You took her to get a tattoo ?"
"Tattoos," Taty corrected ",plural."
Logan had to swallow his laughter as the winged X-Man turned crimson.
"She's only fifteen, Logan ! How could you encourage this ? And you...is this payback for not letting you go to Russia ?"
"Okay, one I'm almost sixteen. Two I would've done this even without Logan. And three, I'm not mad about Russia since I've already been replaced with another dancer. Now good night."
Taty went to her bedroom and jumped into the huge bed. While trying to squirm under the blanket without having to get up she was also tossing off her clothing. Once settled, and properly twisted in her blanket, she drifted off dreaming of pointy ears, blue eyes and a beautiful forest. The dreams had changed though. Shadows were moving in on the forest. Evil and a sense of forboding was felt. At some point in time her sub-conscious took on the form of Magneto who began yelling at her that she needed to remember and fast.
One Week Later...
Taty was in her bedroom with her roommate, Kaitlyn. They were getting dressed for a night out. The overly produced birthday party went off without a hitch thanks to Storm and Gambit staying far away. The cake had been eaten. Presents had been ripped open. Then Logan had called out that whoever wanted to go into the city for an all-nighter had five minutes to get ready. Taty quickly changed into five inches of fabric she called a skirt, a wife beater, jacket and combat boots. Kaitlyn looked warily in the mirror ",Is Jason going to be there ?"
Jason was a member of Taty's dance troupe and the object of Kaitlyn's crush. "He's probably already there. So hurry up."
Kaitlyn eyed the tattoos on Taty's thighs that matched the ones on her arms as Taty gathered a few items into her purse. "Are they healed ?"
"What ? Oh, those. Yeah. Finally."
"I still don't understand why you did it."
"Felt right ya know ?"
"I think ya just enjoy givin' Mister Summers an aneurism."
"All I hafta do is blow up the danger room again ta do that."
"Lets move it," Logan yelled from down the hall.
The club was packed and smoke filled. Taty looked to her left but Kaitlyn wasn't there. Tatyana searched the crowd finally spotting her roommate with Jason. "Are you that surprised Taty," Logan asked on her right.
"I just wish they would get together and get it over with."
The rather large group of party-goers walked further into the club immediately going their seperate ways. Taty ended up at the bar using her fake ID to score a Jack and coke. "Happy birthday, luv," a scottish whisper tickled her enlongated ear.
Tatyana whirled around, giving anyone watching a glimpse of black panties. She immediately jumped into the arms of the foreign accent. "Stephan, you made it."
His reply was to kiss her deeply. Jono and Nightcrawler (with an image inducer) had to stop Warren and Logan from going over to rip the guys throat out. Taty let out a deep sigh as she broke the kiss. She wasn't in love with her dance partner. All Stephan offered her was a sense of feeling needed and wanted. It was what she craved it was the source she didn't. But until she found her place it would have to do. She smiled up at Stephan as the rest of the troupe gathered around her. It was not only a birthday party but a farewell one also. The troupe would be leaving her behind as they went to Russia for six months. Tatyana pushed her powers to the back of her mind, turning them off for the night, releasing her from the shield that protected her body from harm. She was determined to enjoy tonight.
Tatyana was pouting in the passenger's side of Logan's jeeb as they drove back to the school. Jono had burst into the bathroom catching her and Stephan in a compromising position. He drug her from the room and she remembered yelling something like ",You say you're too old for me so I hafta get my lovin' somewhere !"
She had been drunk then but quickly sobered up when Jono tossed her to Wolverine. Logan looked at the angry teen currently occupying the passenger seat. "What you do behind our backs is one thing. What you do in front of us is another thing entirely."
"Hrph," was her only reply.
Logan pulled into the driveway, stopping in front of the garage. "Despite the stunt you pulled tonight you still have one present left. Me an' Scott bought it for you."
Logan pushed the button on the remote for the garage. It slid up slowly to reveal Scott standing next to a brand new shiny red Ducati. "There are leathers upstairs in your room."
Taty hugged Wolvie quickly before leaping out of the jeep to stand next to Scott. "Jean had suggested we buy you a convertible but we reminded her that you had one that was gathering dust."
Taty quickly kissed Scott on the cheek before checking out the bike closer. Scott opened his mouth to say something about underage drinking but he quickly closed it settling on just twitching.
Tatyana walked slowly to her room not really wanting the night to end. As she neared the bedroom door her Spidey sense began to scream at her. Through her drunken haze she understood something like ",Killer bunny on the other side. Turn your powers back on. Put shield back on."
"How could a bunny be a killer ? They're so cute and cuddly."
Tatyana entered the room, closing the door behind her. Two steps further into the room and she saw Storm in front of her. Storm smiled right before slamming a knife to the hilt into her lower abdomen. Taty looked down at the handle slowly being covered in blood, her blood. "Stupid sixth sense," she muttered.
Kaitlyn chose that moment to walk in then screamed her head off. Tatyana slid herself off of the blade, promptly falling onto the carpet, passing out.
Even though Tatyana was many millenia in the future these events did not go unnoticed in Middle Earth. The animals became unnaturally quiet before erupting into a din of pain. All fo the elves that had ever come into contact with the Queen felt her pain. Some more acutely than others. Haldir, Rumil, and Orophin fell at their posts on the western border. The high elves of Rivendale grasped at their stomachs in sudden pain and confusion. Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood, collapsed at his father's feet. Celeborn cried out to Elbereth. Galadriel, at his side, wept.
When the pain subsided time did not return to normal. Celeborn looked to his wife for guidance. She smiled knowingly which secretly unnerved him. "It is almost time. By your leave I ask for quiet peace for a moment."
Taty was flying over trees, valleys, mountains, lands of green. This land felt old to her. Ancient. More so than her young mind could comprehend. It felt familiar. A strange sense of belonging took ahold of her disembodied soul.
She soon settled upon a small encampment drawn to two figures beside a fire. There were others about but seemed of little importance. Her vision stayed with the fair man, dressed strangely, but with even stranger features. He seemed to glow from within and possessed pointy ears. He looked like the men from her dreams but somehow Taty knew he wasn't. The man looked directly at her, smiled, then turned back to his conversation.
Taty looked to the person he was talking to. He looked like a child in height but his features were that of a young adult with great wisdom. He looked troubled. Taty's heart ached for him. She reached out placing a hand on his shoulder murmuring comforting words to him. Wind brushed across Frodo's face and his spirits lifted.
"You should not be here yet."
Tatyana turned to see the woman from her dreams. The sense of belonging became stronger. "But I belong here."
"Aye, you do. But what use would you be to this young hobbit as a spirit walking between worlds ?"
"I am no spirit." She pointed to the fair man ",He saw me."
"I am afraid not, Tatyana. He only sensed you."
"How do you know my name ?"
"Do you not remember me ?"
"I've dreamed of you many times. Am I suppose to know you ?"
Galadriel frowned. This was a most unexpected turn of events. "Tedian's guardians must have helped her forget," she thought. "You must go now. You will return when dark times are upon us and the threat of defeat is near. Then things will become..."
"CLEAR," Beast yelled, slamming the paddles onto Taty's chest, releasing 360 volts into her body.
Taty sucked in a sharp breath as her vitals rose to a weak state, Hank McCoy, doctor extrodinaire, went back to work on her near fatal wound Storm had inflicted upon her. The work went quick enough. As Taty slept unnaturally on a hospital cot Hank walked out of the room where Jean was waiting.
"It was touch and go there for a second but the good news is she will live."
"And the bad ?"
"She won't be able to bear children. Storm knew exactly what she was doing. The blade cut completely through her uterus. I stitched it up as best I could but it was pretty badly damaged." Jean sat in quiet contemplation as she allowed the news to sink in. Hank removed his surgical cap with a heavy hearted sigh. "I have had Taty on my surgical table too many times in her short life. We must resolve this situation immediately."
"I'll call a meeting."