Agent-G: yay! Long review! That line you wrote is very, very strong and deep. The whole problem for Marianne is the fact that she is a doctor, and yet she has killed. And I think that it wouldn't be normal to not let her be bothered or let her get over it real quick, I want her to be at least slightly human. Man, I thought I read fast, but I think Red Witch can run circles around me with reading!

A/N: I was soooo busy this week! Unbelievable.

A/N: I got specific permission from Agent-G to use his character Vincent in this story, and from now on, there is a Vincent in this reality. Yay!

Vacation - Reunion

"I told you that we needed gas," Marianne was currently scolding Michael. Their van had stopped moving not far from a town in the neighbourhood of Toronto. Ofcourse, lack of gas tended to do that to any kind of vehicle that actually worked on gas.

That was fixed now, but ofcourse Marianne wouldn't be Marianne if she didn't tell Michael exactly what she thought about it.

"And you have been telling me that for about an hour now. Give it a rest, would ya? If all things, you should be blaming Ben, he was supposed to make sure everything worked and NOTHING indicated we were out of gas," Michael retorted.

"Yeah... well... Ben isn't here right now, and you are, don't look at me like that!" Marianne crossed her arms and tried to glare at him, failing miserably and collapsed into a fit of giggles.

Michael rolled his eyes: his glaring never seemed to work on Marianne, it only served to have her break down in giggles. He was glad to see her laugh, though. She hadn't been doing that enough lately, he thought, but could very well understand that.

"If you're done," he said, sounding amused, "could you get up so we can buy some food for today?"

"Yeah... I'm done. You just look so funny when you try to glare at me, it's completely non-impressive," she giggled a little but composed herself again, "it's much more convincing when you glare at others."

Michael raised his left eyebrow, but refraimed from saying anything as they began to walk towards the stores to get some food. Before they got there, however, Marianne was attacked by a fast, purple blur.

"Mommy! Mommy!" the blur cried out as Marianne fell, when she found that her 'attacker' had latched onto both her legs. Luckily Michael managed to catch her.

"C?" Marianne looked confused at the purple haired girl, "C, would ya let go of my legs please?"

"Mommy! I'm so happy you're here! Did you fight the bad guy? Ya beat him, right? Right?" C let go of Marianne's legs and started jumping up and down, impatiently waiting for an answer.

"Uhm," Marianne looked at the young girl, not really knowing what to say. She didn't want to tell her what really happened: the girl would surely fear her.

"There wasn't really a bad guy, C," Michael came to her rescue, "it was more like a couple of things started to happen and Marianne stopped it."

"See! I told them so! I told them that mommy and daddy would fix everything and make everything right," C spoke confidently.

Marianne exchanged a look with Michael, before turning to the four year old: "C, are you out here by yourself? Do you live here?"

"Uhuh and yep. I was bored and then I saw you and I wanted to say hi and now I'm here," C nodded eagerly.

"Don't you think who ever is taking care of you is worried about you?" Marianne squatted in front of her.

"Yeah, I think so," C casted her gaze downwards and began to fidget, "I did bad, didn't I?"

"Not bad, you just should have told someone where you're going," Michael smiled at her, "but we're very happy to see you too, C. Now, let's get you home, allright?"

C nodded at that, and held her hands up, indicating she wanted to be carried (A/N: I know a 5-year-old who still wants to be carried, so this is fine). Marianne obliged and picked the four year old up. From there on, the girl gave directions to where she now lived. Michael strongly suspected they were getting the grand-tour, and Marianne put her down after a while. Finally, they reached an old house, and a boy, about fifteen years old, immediately came up to them.

"C! Where were you?! Vincent has been looking all over for you!" he scolded the girl before turning to Marianne and Michael, "thank you for bringing her back. Who are you?" he looked at them suspiciosuly.

"Mommy and daddy!" C said, as if that would explain it all.

"I'm Michael Johnson and this is Marianne Jong. We ran the place from where C was brought here, we're with the Underground," Michael calmly explained, but looked at Marianne as she tapped his arm: "what?"

"Vincent, ring any bells?" she said, looking urgingly at him.

"Uhm, o yeah, right. You think? This Vincent, does he have black hair? Light blue eyes? Good fighter?" Michael asked the boy, wondering if they were talking about the same guy.

"Yes, that's him? Why?" the boy looked at them, while taking a defensive stance.

"Something going on here? Rick?" Marianne heard a familiar voice behind her, she turned around and yelped: it was indeed Vincent, only a bit older.

"Vince! This is my mommy and daddy!" C skidded up to the black haired man. He simply raised an eyebrow and looked at the two.

"Not like that," Marianne began to explain, "I'm Marianne Jong, this is Michael Johnson. We ran the safehouse C came from. The ones who staid."

She knew they had gotten a bit of a reputation because of that: they had gone directly against Underground's orders and had proven that what the Seeers saw wasn't what had to happened. She could see, however, that Vincent wasn't all that convinced.

"If you run a relocation house, you should have the ability to get our files. I understand that you're being cautious, but we are who we say we are," Michael stepped forward, placing his hand on Marianne's shoulder.

"They know you, big brother," the boy Vincent had called Rick stated.

"Yeah, well, that's kinda complicated. Let's just say we got a visit from the you in another dimension," Marianne smiled sheepishly.

"Come again?" Vincent blinked.

"This is gonna be a looong talk," Michael warned the younger man.

"I think I can squeeze it in," Vincent told them before turning to the kids again, "Rick you take the others to the back, okay?"

Rick nodded and urged C and the other two kids who had come out into the garden with him to the backyard.

"All right, I need some explanations, and I need them now," Vincent turned around and looked at the both of them.

"You had better sit down for this one," Marianne warned him, grinning broadly.

- = About and hour later = -

"Wow," Vincent exchanged glances between Marianne and Michael, "That is just creepy. You're telling me that I'm living with the X-Men in another dimension?"

"Uhuh," Marianne nodded as Michael rubbed his shin: she had kicked him under the table when Michael had been about to tell him that the Vincent from the other dimension was dating Rogue. And for someone who couldn't fight, she sure as hell could kick.

"Now, that's another point of view on life," Vincent ran his fingers through his hair while going over the information Marianne and Michael had just given him.

"It's been great, Vincent, but we should be going back to our van and get settled for the night," Michael began to rise from his chair.

"You're sleeping in a van? You can spend the night here, if you want. We have a spare bedroom," Vincent quickly offered.

Marianne perked up at that: they had been sleeping on the couches in the van for a couple of days now, and a real bed sounded like pure heaven to her right about now. She was not the type who could sleep anywhere, anytime, well, unless it was in the hospital-wing.

"I think Marianne would do me bodily harm if I refused it. Thanks, Vincent, we'll make it up to you," Michael laughed at Marianne's excitement.

"It's nothing, just invite me to the wedding, okay?" Vincent smiled at the couple, "besides, I think someone is very happy to have you two here."

He turned around and directed attention to the purple haired four year old who was peaking from behind the door.