FIC: Written in the Stars (9/?) April 15th, 1912 -- A Precarious Situation
- Disclaimers, etc. in first part.
POSSIBLE TISSUE WARNING!!! Keep those hanky's ready, just in case you
are as much of a crybaby as me. :o) *note: This is not an insult to
crybaby's, I'm just admitting I'm one of them*
~*~ X ~*~
Scott returned to Xavier's quarters with two lifebelts, a third he
had already donned himself. Jean put on hers numbly. She had turned
her emotions off to help strengthen her mental shields. Her mind and
heart were cold to what was going on around them, otherwise she
would surely drown when the panic gripping the ship's inhabitants
The Professor simply stared at the white floatation device and handed
it back to Scott. "Professor?" he inquired, refusing to take it back.
"Give it to someone else," he replied with a tinge of sadness. "I
think we all know that there is no way I am getting off this ship."
A crack opened in Jean's emotional defenses and her eyes started to
shed tears. "But... Professor, we need you!" she cried out,
unbelieving that the man who was like a father to her and mentor was
going to just give up so easily.
Xavier got to his feet and waddled over to Jean, taking a seat once
again, beside her. "Jean... Scott... You two were my first students,
and I am grateful to have taught you both. I wish things were
different, but they aren't." He ran a comforting hand down her back
and gave her a tender smile. "I will always be with you. You both can
do fine without me, and you will."
They both jumped as Scott banged his fist against the wall in
frustration, resting his head against it afterwards. "It's not
fair... You can still do so much--"
"I will not take the place of a woman or a child on one of those
boats," he declared sternly, forcing them to drop the issue. He gave
Jean a hug and she kissed him on his bald head. "I shall miss you
"I understand, Charles..." The redhead told him once she had gotten a
hold of her emotions again. It was very rare that she ever called him
by his first name. Only during extremely emotional and distressing
times, or when they were having one of their heart to heart talks.
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Scott taking off his
glasses, his eyes squeezed painfully shut as he wiped them and his
glasses. Xavier rose to his feet once more, using his crutch to
navigate to the one he thought of as a son.
"Scott..." he said softly, checking to make sure Jean wasn't
eavesdropping on their conversation. What he wanted to tell the boy
was something he didn't want anyone else to hear. "I want you to
promise me, Scott, that no matter what happens... You will get off
this ship. They are going to look to you and Jean now, and you must
get off the ship if our dreams are to survive."
"But..." he started, exasperated. "But, there's no possible way I
"I'm certain you will find one," Xavier interrupted, not wanting him
to think for even a moment that it was hopeless. "There's bound to be
more than a few ways other than bribing or forcing that a man can get
"Profess--" he sighed, "Charles... You only begun training me in
taking over the school this year. I'm not ready. I can't do it
"You have been ready for years, Scott. With your great leadership,
and the letters I left in one of my desk drawer, you will succeed.
The letters are words of good-bye and wisdom for each of you that I
have known long enough to write them for." Despite his exterior calm,
his heart and voice were breaking at knowing those were the last
words they would know him by. So much he had to leave unsaid in those
letters, because they simply would have been far too long. Each were
many pages front and back in length as they were. "Promise me,
Scott," he pleaded.
It was obvious by then that the room had a slight tilt to it. Nothing
major, but ever so slanted. Jean got up and both her and Scott hugged
the old man tightly with Jean placing another kiss on his head. "Go
on, find a way off. I shall be in the First Class Lounge, though I
don't want to see you or the others there again." Although he tried
to fight it, a single tear rolled down his cheek because the others
would not get a chance to say good-bye to him, and there was no way
he could use his powers to do it.
"We all love you, Charles," Jean whispered to him, not trusting her
voice any louder. "We always will."
Charles watched with a breaking heart as his children left. He stared
in silence at the empty room for a few minutes before making the long
trek to the Lounge, where he knew an old friend was waiting for him.
Indeed, that old friend was sitting calmly at a table in the Lounge,
smoking a cigarette and staring at a bottle of bourbon on the table.
Xavier didn't fail to notice the two glasses sitting there with some
of the liquid in it.
Xavier took the unspoken and unacknowledged invitation to sit across
from the man and took a sip of the strong liqour.
Erik lifted his eyes to meet Charles' as the corners of his lips
twitched upwards in a smile. "I knew you would seek me out."
"Might we just talk as if we were the friends we were once?" Charles
asked, although he already knew the answer.
Erik Lensherr nodded his head, and the two became friends once again,
at the end of both of their lives. Talking about everything and
nothing at all as if the ship they were on was not sinking from under
~*~ X ~*~
Graydon Creed had called him to a meeting a while ago. Ever since
he'd gotten to the man's quarters, he has done nothing but pace. Not
even acknowledged his presence. But Henry Gyrich could be a patient
man, and knew well how not to disturb Creed when he was pacing.
Gyrich sat comfortably in his chair, watching the man only a few
years younger than him wear a trench in the carpet while he thought.
About what, was the only thing keeping Gyrich himself occupied.
He combed his short brown hair back, though it just fell back to
where it was before. His brown eyes peered behind a pair of glasses.
Almost thirty, and already in lenses. It was a pain, but one he had
to deal with. The one good thing going for him was that not only was
he in incredible shape, he looked almost ten years younger than he
really was. No one would believe he was older than Creed, even if
they showed their birth certificates.
Gyrich was one of those guys that had done practically everything. He
first started working in a small diner, then moved to a store clerk.
After being robbed, he went into the police force, and from there he
worked his way quickly to a U.S. Senator's personal assistant.
Senator Kelly, to be exact.
That was going to be his career for life. Until Creed came along.
With money and just a little bit of persuasion, Creed hired him away
from Kelly to work for him. His investigative skills along with his
police force training were something he was highly interested in and
was willing to pay nearly double the amount Gyrich was making on a
"I have a plan I need your help carrying out," were the first words
Graydon uttered to him. And even then they were far away, his mind
still thinking it through. Gyrich had seen his employer this way
before, it usual proceeded one of his madman rages. Something had
pissed him off, royally.
"Say it, I'll do it," Henry declared as an assurance that he wasn't
in any way, shape, or form going to back out now. Creed wasn't the
most respectable of people, nor the most liked -- not by a long shot.
He had many enemies, not all of them mutants. That was another area
Gyrich came in to deal with.
"My fiancée... My own fiancée... How could I have been so blind? So
trusting?" Creed rambled on, perhaps even forgetting that Henry was
"That freak of nature bitch will pay for making a fool out of me!"
Whoa... Henry hadn't even seen that one coming. Apparently, his
little bride-to-be was a mutant. Not a good thing, for her at least.
He tugged lightly at the stupid lifebelt he had to wear. Oh yeah, the
ship's dilemma. Perhaps he should be paying more attention to that?
However he had been assured that it was nothing serious, the engines
were still dead. And until they started again, he would not be at
"I want her dead. I don't truly care how, I just want the bitch dead!
And her family too. They must have known the truth--" Graydon paused
and his eyes went wide.
"What?" Henry asked, too damn curious to keep silent.
"They did know... The mother -- Irene... The night we met she had a
breakdown, proclaiming that the ship was going to sink..." Their eyes
locked as the unsaid words settled into their brains. Her family were
mutants, and they had purposely done everything for a reason. Indeed,
they all would pay.
Gyrich sat and listened intently as his employer's plan poured from
~*~ X ~*~
The crowd in the Grand Staircase was so thick, Marie was close to
having a panic attack. Without gloves on it left her hands exposed,
and knowing now what her skin could do, it was traumatizing for her
to wait in a packed area. She was so thankful when some of the people
left to go outside to the Boat Deck finally.
Logan had yet to return. She knew it would take a while for him to
get her mother there and get her in one of the boats. But patient was
not something someone could be given the circumstance.
At least she was being guarded on all sides by the women. Ororo,
Jenn, and Amy had each formed a perimeter around her and were pushing
away people who strayed too close.
The girls had started some form of a conversation, if just to keep
their minds from wandering too far. They were trying to figure out
how to get the men onto the boats.
"Well, I won't be on one," Ororo stated. "I'll use my powers so I
don't take up a space."
Marie vaguely heard the goddess explain that her powers were that of
controlling the weather. Someone she knew had spotted her in the
crowd and was making his way near her. Someone with a tuff of perfect
brown hair whom she didn't want to deal with, but knew she had to.
"Marie, at last!" Graydon said as he got up to them. "I have been
searching everywhere for you."
The girls didn't let him near her, for which she was silently
thankful. He narrowed his eyes in confusion. "This is my fiancée, you
can let me see her."
"I-it's alright..." she stammered out, knowing she had to get it over
with sooner or later. And now was a better time, in front of a crowd.
Reluctantly, the girls move just to let Graydon near the girl with
the poisonous skin. But none of them moved beyond arms reach of the
"Marie, my darling... We must get you to a boat." He tried to take
her hand in his, but she pulled away quickly.
Something caught her eye just to the side of Graydon. Jenn was
holding a pair of gloves, possibly snatched from someone else.
Gratefully, Marie took them and put them on. "Are you cold, my dear?"
Graydon asked with concern.
"A little..." Which was true.
"Come, let us get you a coat," he began to lead her away.
But what if Logan returned while she was gone? She couldn't go. "No,
no, that's alright..."
"I insist. I do not want my bride-to-be freezing out there. Come."
Well, if she went, then the girls would still be there to tell Logan.
And it would be freezing out there without a proper coat. Plus, maybe
she would meet up with Logan in her quarters.
As soon as the two went down the staircase and walked into the
corridor that would lead to Marie's room, something very hard was
pressed into the small of her back. And Graydon's grip on her arm
She gasped at his force, confused for the third time that night. A
new personal record.
"Do you think I didn't see that little show you put on right outside
my door?" he whispered harshly into her ear, everything about him had
changed. Just like everything had changed when she met what she
thought was Logan down in the Scotland Road. Only this couldn't be
the shapeshifter, he didn't have the scratches on his cheek.
Logan's memories served her purpose once again. Graydon Creed
despised as deeply as a person could people like her. Mutants. He
must have seen the claws. And the knowledge that he had been destined
to marry a mutant had sent him over the edge.
"Graydon, what are you doing?" she demanded.
"Simple. I'm going to make sure you, and those others I saw, don't
make it off the ship. Especially that little skank you seem to have
become so fond of."
Marie gasped again. "How did you--"
The demented man cut her off with a chuckle. "I have my sources."
She silently cursed herself for not defending his honor. Though the
Logan in her head didn't care what the pansy called him, he just
wanted to rip the guy to shreds for what he was doing to Marie.
"Come now, my dear," he said sarcastically. No more kindness showed
in his voice, only complete and utter hatred. "I know just where to
~*~ X ~*~
God, it was cold. And things were taking too damn long. But with the
ship slightly tilted, Marie's mother stumbled far more frequently and
made things move even slower. The two girls and one guy servants were
bustling about, getting things prepared and getting Irene ready.
When Logan had gotten to Marie's room, he was greatly disappointed
that her 'father' wasn't there. He had been hoping to gut the
bastard. One of the girls, Kitty, if he remembered correctly, had
grabbed a coat that was certainly Marie's. That was good, she would
definitely need it.
The servants were so nervous, their powers were going out of control.
Kitty phased through a chair when she bent to pick something up,
Jubilee had fried more than one thing in the room. And St. John was
absentmindedly playing with his lighter. Well, at least he kinda knew
what they could do now.
"Let's go," he ordered gruffly once Irene Alder was ready to go out
to the Boat Deck. He linked an arm with her to help steady her when
she lost her footing. Being blind and on a sinking ship had to be
hard for her, mutant or no.
The girls followed closely behind, the boy staying behind. Logan
didn't like that one bit and growled at the kid to join them.
"No, I have to wait for Mr. Darkholme to return," he said with a
faint Australian accent.
"Kid, I doubt he's gonna return to his room. Now get your ass behind
The young boy hesitated, not sure whether to test the growly man or
to disobey his employer. Given the circumstances, there was a good
chance Logan was right, and Darkholme wouldn't be returning, instead
waiting for them to take Irene and Marie into the lifeboats.
Logan only continued once again when the boy -- St. John, he was
called -- fell into step behind them. He got them to the Grand
Staircase as quickly as he could, highly debating if he should just
carry Irene, it would get them there faster.
The beauty of the place escaped him for once, crowded with people as
if they were simply heading for dinner. Had it not been for the
lifebelts, Logan would have thought he'd gone back in time. People
were chatting away as if nothing was happening.
However, a certain group of people caught his attention. And the look
on their faces meant that something had happened. Ororo volunteered
to tell Logan, since she was the most logical choice next to Jenn,
but she refused to be the one. For once in her life, both Jenn and
Ororo were afraid to deal with Logan.
After looking around the room, he immediately knew what it was about.
Marie wasn't there.
Maybe God had cut him a fucking break for a little while when he saw
her swimming naked in the pool, but he was making up for it tenfold.
"Graydon Creed came and took her away. She said that she would be
alright, but Amy followed. He knows she's a mutant and is going to
kill her," the whether goddess whispered to Logan, so not to upset
Irene or the servants.
"What the fuck are you all doing here standing around," he growled
back, his temper rising. To protect the woman's delicate arm that he
was holding, he let go of it.
"Amy and Remy followed. We can take Mrs. Darkholme and the servants
to the Boat Deck."
He trusted Raptor -- a nickname Amy had earned for her ferocity and
swiftness in a fight, must to his body's pained remembrance -- to not
let Marie come to harm. And since the Cajun had managed to help blow
Victor off the ship, he wasn't that bad either.
Using his sense of smell, he blocked out all of them except for
Marie. Her scent still lingered heavily in the air despite the other
people. His animalistic nature wanted to unleash itself, to go
berserk until he found his mate again. But that wouldn't help her at
all. Using that scent as a guideline, he began to track her
throughout the ship.
~*~ X ~*~
It was downright freezing outside. The moon provided no light to see
by, making the ocean look like vast emptiness surrounded them. A dark
obvlivion to which a lifeboat was being lowered into. Nothing but the
stars shown up in the sky.
For Marie's bidding, Bobby and Scott carefully helped Irene Adler
Darkholme into one of those boats. Followed closely by two of her
servents. St. John passed for young enough to still be determined a
child, although Bobby bet he wasn't any younger than himself. The
Asian one had decided she needed to go back for something and would
catch another boat.
With the way the crewmembers were acting about the two men helping
the blind woman on board, Scott didn't want to press his luck by
asking if he could board as well with this group. Jean was not going
to be happy with him deserting her, but it was what had to be done.
Scott turned to his wife of three years. It nearly killed him to see
her in such a state. Her cheeks were wet with silent tears, her eyes
dull to the world around her. A crisis situation was hard enough for
a regular person, who had to listen to the other people involved. But
it must have been hell for a telepath, he could also feel them. Feel
their true emotions as they projected them without a care. It was a
wonder why she hadn't lost it already, her shields weren't nearly as
good as Xavier's--
No, he couldn't go there. Couldn't think about that. He was their
leader, their new father figure now. He had to set an example and be
the strong one. Although for appearances, Ororo seemed to be holding
it together even better than he was. If he didn't make it, then she
could defintely help to take over. It would not die with him.
"Jean, I--" She looked at him, more tears falling at knowing that
this might mean good-bye. The cheery tune the band was playing made
everyting seem wrong. There was so much he wanted to tell her, so
much he wanted to show her. It was so unfair how life could cheat you
out of your promise to grow old with someone. To spend your last days
just basking in their love. But sometimes it cut that horribly short,
and didn't allow you time at all. He supposed he should be thankful
he did have some. "I love you, Jean... No matter what happens, I will
always love you..."
He sealed those words with a passionate kiss, and let all of his
feelings of love flow out of him and towards her, so she would feel
them even through her shields. Such a connection between them made
him proud. "No matter what, I will always love you too, Scott..." she
whispered in response, not trusting her voice any louder.
Jean refused to cry when the officer pulled her away from her
husband, the man she should have spent her whole life with. She
refused to cry when they placed her in the lifeboat, seperating her
forever. Her heart broke inside, but she didn't let it show. She had
to be strong for Scott, he needed her strength now. She could let it
go once they were away, when he couldn't see her, couldn't hear her.
And maybe he wouldn't be able to feel her that way.
His gaze behind his red glasses, though impossible to see, she knew
never left her face as other women and children were loaded onto the
boat with her.
~*~ X ~*~
Marie had never been so cold and frightened in her life. Her body was
trembling uncontrolably. Graydon had brought her to the indoor pool
down below. Brought her and tied her there before leaving with an
evil grin. He had told her how he wanted to watch her die, but he
felt it better to safe his own measily hide instead. Okay, so not
exactly in those words, but that was pretty much the jist of it.
Water had already seeped through to ankle deep at least, there were
traces of it when Graydon had brought her, and not all of it was from
the pool. It was slow rising, so maybe that was a good sign. But if
her schooling had taught her right, the more water the ship took, the
faster it would take it. Marie couldn't budge from the chair she was
tied to, and her feet had gone numb from the cold water. Graydon had
done a good job, no matter how much she tried, the rope held tightly.
And the gag in her mouth was almost choking her.
Within a few minutes of just waiting there, the water had risen to
her knees. Things were looking very bad.
It was when she heard voices that her hopes began to rise with the
"Shit! I hate the cold! I hate the cold!" a female shouted.
"We both be southerners, why we gotta deal with 'dis?" A man's voice
whom she recognized as Remy's replied.
Renewed with hope, Marie began yelling through the rag. Muffled
sounds were all that came out, but she made them be as loud as she
could get them. Her legs were numb and her wrists were rubbed raw
against the bounds.
A moment later, the door opened and the couple waded into the
room. "Hey, Marie," Amy greeted her with teeth chattering. "Couldn't
you have gotten yourself tied up in a more dry climate?"
If she had been able, Marie would have responded to that with actual
words other than an annoyed grunt through the gag. Remy chuckled some
as he used a knife to cut her loose. "I'm thrilled you find my
situation hilarious, Mr. LeBeau," she spat out once the gag was
Remy started to laugh even louder until someone else burst through
the door. "Marie!"
Oh, God, it was Logan. Alright, no more getting kidnapped, split up,
or seperated in any way. Marie was going to permenately attatch
herself to that man and never let go. Unable to trust her legs
without feeling them, she allowed her love to come to her and sweep
her off her feet. His mouth moved to interviene with hers, but
stopped short when a man cleared his throat in the doorway.
Damn... he had just remembered her skin because of that. But that
didn't mean he wasn't going to gut the man standing in the doorway
holding a gun at them.
A man none of them had seen before stood in the doorway,
grinning. "How touching a reunion. Pity I'm going to end it."
"What makes you say that?"
Every intent and purpose to catch the man off his guard and scare the
hell out of him with that remark, worked like a charm. Before he had
been so calm and sure of himself, now he was nervous. Logan could
sense it. No man said those words with such passion unless they meant
But quickly, the man grip tightened on the gun, his confience
returning. "I'm sorry, I forgot you must have a lower I.Q. Because
I'm the one holding the gun."
"Who the fuck are you?"
"What does it matter? Oh, what the hell. Henry Gyrich."
Gyrich may have been a bit cocky, but Logan could tell he wasn't
stupid. Every time someone even blinked, his eyes shot to that
person. He was dealing with mutants whose powers he didn't know. As
much as Logan wanted to intimidate the man further, they didn't have
the time. Water was up to Amy's waist, and was rising more quickly.
"Perhaps you don' know me, homme. But dis Cajun is just a server at
de Café," Remy said as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes.
"Then why are you down here?"
Remy shrugged. "Boredom? Or, could be dat dis Cajun also be known as
Gambit. An' don' take too kindly to people like you." Before Gyrich
could even blink, much less react to Remy's words, he flung his hand
back and threw an object at him.
With a scream of pain, Gyrich's hand was pinned to the bulkhead by a
dagger, the gun dropped into the water with a loud *splash*. Remy
grinned triumphantely. "Who said a mutant needs t' use his powers t'
They all at least breathed with cold relief as Logan went over and
elbowed the stunned man in the face, knocking him out. His body slump
down, only kept above the water by the hand pinned to the bulkhead. A
fine stream of blood ran down it, turning the water nearby red.
His heightened senses picked up the groaning of the ship, and he knew
they had to get out fast. "I think it's time for us to bail," Amy
said aloud, echoing his own thoughts.
The two couples each ignored how frozen they were in order to wade
through the cold water to the nearest stairs. Rushing water not only
explained why it was rising so much faster now, but it also cut off
their exit route.
~*~ Adréa ~*~