Title: Reality
Author: Victoria (atlantic_iced_tea@hotmail.com)
Rating: PG-13 to be safe
Summary: a freak happening transports Marie and Scott into an alternate dimension, leading Marie to discover a thing or two about both her fearless leader and also Logan.
Feedback: is my drug of choice, even ahead of chocolate munchies and David Boreanaz. Well, maybe not David...
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters - Marvel, Fox and a bunch of lawyers do. But I bet they don't have half as much fun with them as I do.
Author's Note: A little different to my previous Logan/Marie fic's, I hope you like it. It's probably best if you read the preceding three stories first though - "Waiting", "Watching" and "Singular Moments".
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The sanitised scent of a hospital greeted Marie's nose as she began to regain consciousness. Groggily she tried to open her eyes but couldn't. Familiar voices swirled around her, but in her befuddled state she was unable to place them. Struggling, she blinked open her warm brown eyes and as the blurring subsided she realised where she was. The medical lab.
Above her she could see Dr Grey talking to someone just out of her eye line. Turning her neck stiffly she could see the Professor seated beside her. Seeing Marie wake, Dr Grey smiled.
"Hi." She spoke softly, gazing at Marie intently. "How are you feeling?"
Marie's mouth was dry, and she found it difficult to enunciate the words.
"Ok." Pausing for a moment she looked around the room. "What happened? Where's Mr Summers?"
"Scott's fine. He's resting in the other room at the moment. In fact, he's been waiting for you to wake up. I'll go get him." With that, both Jean and Xavier left the room, leaving Marie alone. And confused. Why was the Professor there? And what had actually happened? The last thing she remembered was standing in the woods, and then there had been a flash of light. She could hear Scott in the back of her mind calling out to her...
Marie pushed herself up from the bed and looked down at herself. She couldn't tell if she had any marks on her, any bruises or cuts. Instead, she was covered from head to toe in some kind of high-necked gown. Jean obviously wasn't going to take any chances with her. The doctor had even left her gloves on. Wait... they didn't match. Her left hand glove was her own leather one, but the other was black material. Marie could vaguely remember taking off one of her gloves in the copse.
The door to the lab opened and Scott Summers walked in, followed by Professor Xavier, a look of concern on their faces. Scott looked tired - about as tired as Marie felt.
"Hey." He spoke softly as he grabbed a chair and sat down close to Marie on the bed. Xavier wheeled himself to sit beside him.
"Hey." She replied. "What's going on?" Marie watched as Scott visibly shirked. "Ok, that cant be good." Her face scrunched up in anticipation of whatever bad news was about to befall her. He didn't speak. "What is it?" Scott sighed deeply, but it was Xavier who spoke.
"How are you feeling Rogue?" As his silky English voice filled her ears, Marie felt instantly relaxed. She had spent a considerable amount of time in the man's company over the past few years, and trusted him implicitly.
"Ok, I guess. What happened?" He paused. Marie didn't like where this was going. Everyone seemed to want to skirt around the issue of what was going on. It didn't fill her with confidence.
"Rogue, what do you remember?"
"Um, I was in the woods and there was this blue glowing thing. I... I took off my glove and reached out to touch it. Then there was this flash of blue light or something, and I can remember Mr Summers calling out to me. Then nothing."
"We don't know what it was that you touched. But what we do know is this: you don't belong here. Neither of you do."
Marie turned to Scott, confused and afraid. Her fears grew when she realised that Scott couldn't meet her eyes. He spoke quietly, like he didn't want to believe what he was saying.
"It's true. This world, this reality. It isn't ours."
"What do you mean? I don't understand."
Xavier addressed her now - Scott couldn't carry on.
"Somehow, you two were transported here, and our Scott is already looking for a way to send you back."
"Your Scott? What do you mean?"
"It appears that you are from another reality, another dimension. We can't explain it... Jean ran some tests while you were unconscious, your physical makeup is an exact match for our Rouge's medical records."
"...I don't know what to say."
"That's perfectly understandable, Rogue. Jean will take you up to your room in a moment. Feel free to make yourself at home. And Scott, if I may speak to you after you're finished."
Scott looked up at last. His voice was strained and his face pale.
"Of course."
Marie felt sick, her stomach in knots. Another dimension? How was that even possible? Her life was simple, mundane. She wasn't the kind of girl to have adventures - not like Kitty or Jubilee. She savoured her solitude, her peace. And now here she was, with Mr Summers in another world.
A hundred questions ran through her mind. How did they get there? Could they ever go back, wherever 'back' was? Looking at Scott she felt cold dread hit her. He looked like death, his eyes glassy. If he felt such despair, their future must look pretty bleak.
Jean and the professor had been staring at her strangely since she woke up. Something in their eyes made her uneasy - it wasn't just because she didn't belong there. They didn't stare at Scott like that.
What was it Xavier had said - 'our Scott'? And they had used her medical records; it must mean that there was another Marie somewhere within the confines of the school.
"Can I meet me? I mean, the other me?" she asked.
The kind smile on Jean's face froze and she turned to face the professor. Marie found herself following the doctors gaze. When Xavier spoke it was as if he had thrown a sheet of ice over her, her body had frozen through.
"I'm sorry, but you can't meet her... You can't meet her because our Rogue is dead."
Author: Victoria (atlantic_iced_tea@hotmail.com)
Rating: PG-13 to be safe
Summary: a freak happening transports Marie and Scott into an alternate dimension, leading Marie to discover a thing or two about both her fearless leader and also Logan.
Feedback: is my drug of choice, even ahead of chocolate munchies and David Boreanaz. Well, maybe not David...
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters - Marvel, Fox and a bunch of lawyers do. But I bet they don't have half as much fun with them as I do.
Author's Note: A little different to my previous Logan/Marie fic's, I hope you like it. It's probably best if you read the preceding three stories first though - "Waiting", "Watching" and "Singular Moments".
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The sanitised scent of a hospital greeted Marie's nose as she began to regain consciousness. Groggily she tried to open her eyes but couldn't. Familiar voices swirled around her, but in her befuddled state she was unable to place them. Struggling, she blinked open her warm brown eyes and as the blurring subsided she realised where she was. The medical lab.
Above her she could see Dr Grey talking to someone just out of her eye line. Turning her neck stiffly she could see the Professor seated beside her. Seeing Marie wake, Dr Grey smiled.
"Hi." She spoke softly, gazing at Marie intently. "How are you feeling?"
Marie's mouth was dry, and she found it difficult to enunciate the words.
"Ok." Pausing for a moment she looked around the room. "What happened? Where's Mr Summers?"
"Scott's fine. He's resting in the other room at the moment. In fact, he's been waiting for you to wake up. I'll go get him." With that, both Jean and Xavier left the room, leaving Marie alone. And confused. Why was the Professor there? And what had actually happened? The last thing she remembered was standing in the woods, and then there had been a flash of light. She could hear Scott in the back of her mind calling out to her...
Marie pushed herself up from the bed and looked down at herself. She couldn't tell if she had any marks on her, any bruises or cuts. Instead, she was covered from head to toe in some kind of high-necked gown. Jean obviously wasn't going to take any chances with her. The doctor had even left her gloves on. Wait... they didn't match. Her left hand glove was her own leather one, but the other was black material. Marie could vaguely remember taking off one of her gloves in the copse.
The door to the lab opened and Scott Summers walked in, followed by Professor Xavier, a look of concern on their faces. Scott looked tired - about as tired as Marie felt.
"Hey." He spoke softly as he grabbed a chair and sat down close to Marie on the bed. Xavier wheeled himself to sit beside him.
"Hey." She replied. "What's going on?" Marie watched as Scott visibly shirked. "Ok, that cant be good." Her face scrunched up in anticipation of whatever bad news was about to befall her. He didn't speak. "What is it?" Scott sighed deeply, but it was Xavier who spoke.
"How are you feeling Rogue?" As his silky English voice filled her ears, Marie felt instantly relaxed. She had spent a considerable amount of time in the man's company over the past few years, and trusted him implicitly.
"Ok, I guess. What happened?" He paused. Marie didn't like where this was going. Everyone seemed to want to skirt around the issue of what was going on. It didn't fill her with confidence.
"Rogue, what do you remember?"
"Um, I was in the woods and there was this blue glowing thing. I... I took off my glove and reached out to touch it. Then there was this flash of blue light or something, and I can remember Mr Summers calling out to me. Then nothing."
"We don't know what it was that you touched. But what we do know is this: you don't belong here. Neither of you do."
Marie turned to Scott, confused and afraid. Her fears grew when she realised that Scott couldn't meet her eyes. He spoke quietly, like he didn't want to believe what he was saying.
"It's true. This world, this reality. It isn't ours."
"What do you mean? I don't understand."
Xavier addressed her now - Scott couldn't carry on.
"Somehow, you two were transported here, and our Scott is already looking for a way to send you back."
"Your Scott? What do you mean?"
"It appears that you are from another reality, another dimension. We can't explain it... Jean ran some tests while you were unconscious, your physical makeup is an exact match for our Rouge's medical records."
"...I don't know what to say."
"That's perfectly understandable, Rogue. Jean will take you up to your room in a moment. Feel free to make yourself at home. And Scott, if I may speak to you after you're finished."
Scott looked up at last. His voice was strained and his face pale.
"Of course."
Marie felt sick, her stomach in knots. Another dimension? How was that even possible? Her life was simple, mundane. She wasn't the kind of girl to have adventures - not like Kitty or Jubilee. She savoured her solitude, her peace. And now here she was, with Mr Summers in another world.
A hundred questions ran through her mind. How did they get there? Could they ever go back, wherever 'back' was? Looking at Scott she felt cold dread hit her. He looked like death, his eyes glassy. If he felt such despair, their future must look pretty bleak.
Jean and the professor had been staring at her strangely since she woke up. Something in their eyes made her uneasy - it wasn't just because she didn't belong there. They didn't stare at Scott like that.
What was it Xavier had said - 'our Scott'? And they had used her medical records; it must mean that there was another Marie somewhere within the confines of the school.
"Can I meet me? I mean, the other me?" she asked.
The kind smile on Jean's face froze and she turned to face the professor. Marie found herself following the doctors gaze. When Xavier spoke it was as if he had thrown a sheet of ice over her, her body had frozen through.
"I'm sorry, but you can't meet her... You can't meet her because our Rogue is dead."