Agent-G: Thanks for the review, here's the next one, I survived exam-week, but I'll have to re-take my math exam, because I flunked it, along with physics, but that's a lost cause.
A/N: the phonecall will be explained in the next story in Mutant Underground Universe, Jake and Jill are also owned by Agent-G
A/N: Mary and Ben also belong to Agent-G.
A rant for the interrested: allright, I only have to retake two exams, math and physics, and both don't necesarily have to be taken for me to pass this year. But that idiotic school of mine failed to put a correct grade on my chart, which led to an insufficient on my chart. I have been bugging and asking them about it for half a year and it still isn't fixed! Allright, then we get the cavelries, may sound childish: my dad. My parents are cool, they actually believe me when I say I couldn't help it. They rock, not a point of discussion. So my dad, don't ask me, he's good at this, actually badgered school into a promise they'll have it fixed by tomorrow. That's when there is a board meeting about who passes this year and who doesn't, and believe you me, a lot are failing this year. But I only get to find it out next week or something when I get my final chart. I am so glad next year will be my last at this crummy place they dare to call a school. I almost didn't pass because of their mistake! If I had an insufficient for math, they would have held me back, while all my other grades or pretty damn good! takes a deep breath Thanks to anyone who stuck by me through this rant. I just had to let it all out on an unsuspecting public.
Vacation - Two more old faces
Michael was standing in the opening of the door, looking at Marianne on the phone, she was up to something, he could feel it in his toes.
"So we'll pick them up this afternoon, yes, I know they're having difficulty, just tell them I have someone here who they'd like to meet," she said, before letting out a short laugh at something said on the other line, but soon turned serious again: "you're sure about that? Yes, ofcourse, I'm sorry, I know that. That won't be enough, we need more then just that. No, you're doing a great job, but you'll get them here?"
After a few more seconds, the conversation ended and Marianne hung up.
"Desiree," she told Michael whom she had been calling, "Jake and Jill will be coming here. They were having too much trouble adapting with her, the Vincent from the other dimension helped them a lot."
"One day," Michael sighed, "one day, Anne, you'll figure out you can't take care of everyone."
"Let's just hope that day is far, FAR away," she grinned mischeviously, quickly kissing him.
"And the other part?" Michael asked frowning.
"Not good," she shook her head, her face sobering for a second.
"Damn!" Michael turned his head slightly and cursed.
"Baby, we'll be ready, we can take it, we just need to stick together," she turned his head so that he had to face her, smiling encouragingly, "now, we have," she looked at her watch, "one hour before they get it. It'll take us about 15 minutes to get to the drop-off spot with the van, which leaves us 45 minutes to ourselves."
"Why," Michael grinned, "am I always planning those missions while you do it without breaking a sweat."
"Because you're jealous," Marianne turned her nose up into the air and mock-sniffed, "and I prefer to plan treatments rather then break-ins, break-outs and whatever you do."
"Yes, I'm a rotten jealous man," he joked, "and why haven't you called the Professor to try and get Rogue here? I would be thinking you wanted to get her together with Vincent."
Marianne rolled her eyes and turned away, before turning back to him: "It would be much more fun if they'd meet at our wedding. Besides, need I remind you of the horror stories Kitty told us when Rogue found out about them trying to play matchmaker for her and Remy? I'm sorry, but I don't wanna be one of her victims."
It was now late morning, after the night Marianne had woken up from her nightmare, once again. Breakfast had been spend getting to know the kids in the relocation house. They already knew C, Rick, the 15 year old, wasn't a mutant, he carried the gene, but it wasn't active. The two other kids hadn't shown their powers, but probably would in the coming years. The eldest one of the two was Lisa, a twelve year old girl with a never leaving frown, near white blonde hair and grey eyes. The younger one was her little sister, Kate, who looked just like her three year older sister, but had a sweet grin and a tendency to make a mess. As it turned out their parents were mutants, and had 'disappeared' five years ago. Which meant that they were either dead or still somewhere in a lab. For their sake, Marianne hoped they were dead, nothing was worse then a lab, she had learned that with her patients.
Vincent ran the relocation-house with a young woman. That was nearly always the case, Underground wanted the children to have a 'mother' and a 'father' figure. The woman's name was Elizabeth, but Vincent had advised on calling her Liz, if they ever wanted to survive meeting her. Liz was currently on a much deserved vacation, which had left Vincent alone in charge of the four kids.
Well, not exactly alone, apparently two friends of his, Benny and Mary, always helped out. Benny with the technical stuff and Mary with the finances and supplies. Which Marianne thought was quite an accomplishment, a house with four, soon six, growing kids in them!
"Vincent, could we talk to you for a minute? In private?" Michael interrupted Vincent telling C just exactly why it was a very bad idea to balance on a wobbly chair in order to climb onto the kitchen-counter, to get into the cabinet and get some cookies out of a glass jar.
"Huh? O yeah, sure, C, if I catch you on that chair again, you're grounded to your room, understood?" Vincent nodded to them, before turning back to C.
"Yes Vince," C nodded, pouting, before taking of.
"Now, what did you wanted to talk to me about?" Vincent now turned his full attention to Marianne and Michael.
"We told you about the Vincent from the other reality, right?" Marianne sat down at the table, folding her hands into a cup where she could rest her hand in.
"Yes, what about him... me...?" Vincent took a seat himself.
"He helped us out a great deal with two kids, twins, a girl and a boy. They got evacuated along with everyone else, and since we didn't know if you actually existed in our dimension, let alone be with Mutant Underground, we couldn't have them sent to you," Michael began.
"But now you know and they're coming here?" Vincent interrupted.
"It was very little choice," Marianne carried on, "they didn't adapt to the situation with another relocation, having them back at the safehouse isn't what you would say recommendable. If our safehouse would be attacked," she held up a hand to stop Michael from saying something she was betting went along the lines of 'like that will ever happen'.
"I told you, Michael, you are not supposed to say that, Last time you said something like that, we ended up in another dimension," she told him sternly.
Vincent looked, slightly confused, from first Marianne to Michael before shrugging.
"I already have Underground agreeing to give you extra funding to house two more children," Marianne continued calmly, sitting up straight and foling her hands in her lap, "they need a place, and the only real connection they ever made was with you... err... Vincent from the other dimension."
"We still have room, they can come here," Vincent nodded, smiling slightly, "when will they arrive?"
Marianne quickly glanced at her watch to find that she and Michael should be leaving right then to pick Jake and Jill up.
"In fifteen minutes," she jumped up, "Michael and me will pick them up."
She grabbed MIchael by the arm and dragged him to the van.
"Calm! Leave my arm in place, I like my limbs where they are now!" he objected against it.
"Wuss," was her only reply.
= - At the pick-up spot - =
"Marianne!" the said doctor heard as soon as she got out of the van and smiled: Jill, the girl had been a bit more open then then the boy.
"I missed you two," Marianne smiled at them, nodding at the one who had dropped them off that he could go, "and do I have a surprise for you two."
A/N: I'm getting the hang of it again, ain't I?