Written in the Stars (11/11) April 15th, 1912 -- Never an Absolution
- Disclaimers, etc. in first part.
TISSUE WARNING!!! TISSUE WARNING!!! I'm talking bring the box to the
computer room and keep the keyboard out from underneath your nose
tissue warning. It's the end.
~*~ X ~*~
As soon as the trio had set foot out on deck, things did not look
promising. Everyone was running to and fro, jumping off the ship,
panic had gripped every soul left on board. Bobby and Remy used
themselves as shields to part the crowds of people in order to get to
the front of the ship. There just had to be some boats left.
The nearest boat they reached had a huge mob surrounding it. Each
officer held a gun pointed at them, one of them being the First
Officer. He was yelling into the crowd, "I'll shoot any man who tries
to get passed me! Get back!"
The mob began yelling back, but it did no good. One man jumped high
above their heads and landed in front of the crest they had made
surrounding the boat. Murdoch immediately reacted and shot the green
skinned man. Out of the corner of his eye, something else moved and
he shot again. Only this time it was a young woman who had been
It didn't hurt that much, nor was it that bad a wound really. It had
only nicked Amy's arm and was already healing. But from Murdoch's
position it looked much worse. He had shot and killed man, and shot a
woman. The man had deserved it, but the woman...
Murdoch looked down at the trail of blood around his feet from the
man. He glanced to either side of him. The girl was looking at him
with forgiveness. Strange thing was, her eyes changed colors. The
others looked at him with hatred, his fellow officers looked at him
with indifference. They weren't going to give away their true
emotions on the situation.
How did it come to this? When had everything gone wrong? Titanic was
supposed to be unsinkable, was supposed to be still sailing towards
New York, safe and sound.
But reality was different from fantasy. And the reality was that the
ship was sinking, that he had killed a man for wanting to live and
injured a woman. What more harm would he do than good? It wasn't
Murdoch stood up straight and saluted the highest ranking officer
next to him. The man immediately recognized the look of calm
resignation on Murdoch's face when he held the gun to his own head
and cried out, "No, Wil!"
The shot that rang out made everyone present gasp and become quiet
and still for a moment, before it settled in that they were still in
peril and began to load the lifeboat like before.
Remy once again pushed Amy forward, constantly apologizing for
getting her shot. The wound was nonexistent now, at least the
physical one. However, the one in her heart continued to tear and
bleed as she was forced to go. "Remy, please--"
"Don' argue wit' me, mon amour," he interrupted. Afraid that if she
begged enough, he'd want her to stay. He kissed her one last time, a
sweet, tender kiss that he hoped she would never forget. An officer
grabbed her and pulled her into the boat while she reached out for
her love, craving one last touch. They were too far separated.
The band had dispersed. Only the maestro remained. He stood there,
alone, and began to play by himself. The first notes of 'Nearer My
God to Thee' began to play from his instrument. Within just a few
measures, the rest of the band had returned to play along. No version
they had ever heard before brought so much emotion and heart to it.
They played slow and perfectly, bringing meaning out in each note. No
one dared to interrupt them, not even if they were in a blind panic.
Amy was usually so good in hiding her emotions. But it was impossible
for her to do so when music matching her mood was being played. Tears
slid down her cheeks and sobs she tried desperately to hide racked
her body. It just wasn't working, no matter what she did.
She couldn't bear to watch Remy, yet couldn't bear even more to not.
He was holding people back so they wouldn't storm the boat. It was
getting harder and harder for the officers to keep people back as the
water rose onto the deck and around the boat she was in.
In her mind, the music drowned out the screams and the eerie groans
the ship was making. In her mind there was nothing but her and Remy
together. Before sailing on Titanic she had been afraid of love,
afraid of a relationship. Many men had tried to court her, but she
had always bluntly refused. On the ship, a certain Cajun theif-turned-
waiter had become a thief once again and stolen her heart, teaching
her that it was alright to love.
Now, in the darkest part of her mind, she wished they had never met.
The pain of losing someone you loved was far greater than the pain of
losing your humanity or any injury she had ever received combined. If
they had never met, she wouldn't feel like she was dying right now,
that every second took a little piece of her with it.
Yet if that were true, then she would have gone throughout her whole
life pushing love away. Because the one man who could break those
walls she would had never met.
"There's no time!" someone yelled, breaking her little dream. "Cut
those Falls! Cut 'em! Cut 'em if ya' have to!"
Remy sprang into action. Or, into the water, for that matter. A knife
magically appeared in his hand and he pulled himself onto one of the
ropes and began sawing at it. But Amy would have none of that. She
pulled him down into the boat by his pantleg and took the knife from
He gazed at her in surprise and began to ask just what she was doing,
when she took his place by the rope and used one of her powers.
The panic became more distant as it moved slower, shouts and screams
held out much longer. The water that splashed her seemed to take
forever to connect with her skin as she worked furiously on the
ropes. She glanced to her side and noticed that the only thing that
seemed to move normal was another man with white hair across from
her. He was moving as fast as her, if not faster, but that was his
power too, although how differently did it.
Pietro and Amy worked faster on the falls, cutting one, then jumping
to another. Pietro was on the outside and was having to fight against
the current as well. Someone who was being swept by it ran into him,
causing him to lose his grip and ride along with the flow. His dagger
was lost somewhere along the way, so he couldn't swim back to help
them. Carefully swimming, he aimed for dry deck instead.
Amy only stopped in her sawing when the headache became unbearable
and she was forced to stop, collapsing into the boat. Remy's arms
circled around her, keeping her upright. "It's alright, mon
amour... 'Tis alright..." he tried to calm her.
Loud creaking and groaning brought her foggy mind's attention behind
the two of them. Like spring coils pulled far too taunt, the supports
for the first funnel casing gave way, cutting people in half as it
sprang to the water like warm string through a cheesecake. The
creaking grew even louder as the funnel lost its support and began
tipping towards the water. As it fell it moved faster until it
impacted with the water and the unfortunate people under it.
Remy braced himself and Amy as the great waves rocked the small boat.
People around them were desperately trying to climb into the boat.
The added weight on one side combined with the wave tipped the boat
over. They all screamed as they were met with the cold stinging of
the ocean water. A few of them were trapped underneath the boat and
held onto the seats they had been previously using to sit on in order
to find the air to breathe.
Being tall enough, Remy put his feet down on the deck underneath the
water and used his arms to try and push the boat back over. "Work
The other men underneath that were tall enough did the same, flipping
the lifeboat and water people had undoubtedly already climbed upon it
off. People lunged for the boat like ants lunge at a piece of candy
dropped by a child. The Cajun climbed into it first, immediately
reaching back and grabbing Amy, pulling her up.
She was nearly unconscious, no matter how she tried to fight it. Her
body was just too weak from her mental exertions. In the comfort of
Remy's arms, she lost the battle and drifted to sleep.
~*~ X ~*~
"So... How did you get involved with Lensherr, then? If you don't
always agree with his methods?" Jenn asked, wanting to keep her mind
off of the ship behind them and the dying man in her arms.
"He's my father, that's how," Wanda replied, sneaking glances at the
doomed sea liner now and then.
"Oh..." Jenn looked up briefly in time to see the outline of
something moving high above them. She knew it was Ororo. Her
abilities allowed her to use the wind to make her fly, yet she
couldn't control it like that with someone else. Every moment she
needed to change the winds, and unless she could feel it herself, it
was too hard to do.
"Oh my God..." Wanda breathed out as she stared in shock at the ship.
Although she knew she shouldn't, Jenn couldn't help but glance behind
her. One of the funnels had just fallen. And the entire ship looked
as if it were infested with bugs. So many people were left... and one
of them was Bobby.
But he was still alive. At least at that moment. Jenn believed she
would know if he was gone, or wanted to anyways. She felt like she
deserved it. They loved each other more than anything, that opened up
a psychic connection that would let you know if something serious was
happening to your loved one, or if they were dead.
It proved to be right as Scott's breathing shallowed even more, his
skin deathly pale and his lips turning purple from the cold and blood
loss. As it happened, Jenn could hear a woman begin to cry even
louder, and imagined it to be Jean. Sure, she was a real psychic, but
she would have defenses up in order to not hear the people on the
ship. Still, that connection she would have with her husband would
still be there, and she could feel it slipping away.
"Come on, Scott... hang in there... For us... For Jean..." Jennifer
pleaded. "You hang in there too, Bobby," she whispered in a prayer to
whoever would listen.
~*~ X ~*~
There was no way they could get near one of the remaining boats. Once
the funnel fell, Logan lost all hope of that. Titanic was sinking
fast now, and didn't have much time left. "Come on!" he yelled to
Marie above the shouts and pleas of the crowd. He pulled her out of
the rising water and began dragging her to the stern of the ship.
At that moment, that was the only direction anyone was going other
than down, off the ship. Logan knew better than that and pushed past
the crowds, keeping a firm grip on the girl behind him. She stumbled
a few times in her shoes, but he kept her upright.
If Logan thought the people were being noisy then, as soon as the
lights went out on the ship, they were ten times worse. Darkness
always made things worse. With nothing but the stars to light them,
it was nearly impossible to see five feet in front of them.
People were ignoring the stairs and just climbing over the ship to
get to the back. It was a good idea, so they follow suit. Logan let
go of Marie to jump down a particularly high piece, then turned and
helped her down. "We've got to move faster!" Marie yelled as she
looked behind her.
The more they moved to the back, the more difficult it became to do
so. Their feet slide on the smooth boards and Logan grabbed onto one
of the stairway rails, pulling them up on them. The mob moved like
the sea as one mass.
They nearly lost their footing numerous times, but Logan kept them
upright until they went as far as they could go. The couple entwined
themselves in the railing, the ship now completely vertical.
Marie glanced to either side of her. To their left, she could see
Jubilee, her servant holding on for dear life. Her brown eyes were
wide and haunted, her hair disheveled. Yet she was wearing that
bright yellow jacket that she loved so much. That was how Marie
"Jubilee!" she yelled at her.
"Chica?" the girl responded with the pet name she had given her. It
was obvious in her voice that she was so close to breaking down, only
her will to live kept it from happening.
To Marie's right, she could just make out the face of Bobby Drake
holding onto the support lining. It was odd how she couldn't see him
breathing. As if he were as cold as the air. The boy looked at her,
deep pain was in his eyes. Yet hardly any fear. She briefly wondered
if his mutation -- whatever it was -- had anything to do with it.
~*~ X ~*~
Curse those people who couldn't move out of his way fast enough! If
it weren't for them he wouldn't have to be hanging onto an open door
right then, keeping an eye out for any falling people who just
couldn't hang on anymore.
One thing was for certain, using a damn door to hang onto was
probably ranking near the top of his dumbest ideas. Second to setting
foot on this ship and joining his damn father in his stupid crusade.
Pietro swung his feet some to get some leverage on the door frame, so
he didn't have to completely rely on the door itself that couldn't
possibly hold him for long. His mind imagined that the creaking
wasn't only coming from behind him.
But the cracking certainly ways. Pietro looked down and saw the
floorboards snapping. The damn ship was breaking apart! He couldn't
even describe the sound after that, it was so hideous. Passengers
screaming did nothing to drown out the sound of the ship collapsing
It rocked back slightly before plummeting back to the ocean in a free
fall. Pietro's feet lost their ground on the door frame and he swung
back. His fears began true when the hinges splintered apart and he
didn't have anything else to hold onto.
His body began sliding towards the abyss that used to be connected to
more of the ship. He yelled but as soon as his feet touched the
ground, he began running.
Titanic bounced on the ocean, his feet leaving it for a short time
before meeting up with the floor again. Pietro didn't care who he ran
over or blew away, he was not going to be that near the gap.
~*~ X ~*~
Right after the stern had fallen back level, Logan pulled himself and
Marie to the other side of the railing. Bobby did the same thing and
Jubilee was already over so she didn't move.
Faster than before, the stern section became vertical again. It was
worse than any amusement ride she had been on because in this, there
were no safety lines. There was nothing to make sure everything would
be alright. And it sure as hell was anything but fun.
Marie cried out in fear, not understand why nothing was
"I'm right here, darlin', I'm right here," he breathed into her neck
between heavy pants.
Next to her, Bobby let out a yell as someone grabbed onto him. In an
attempt to get out of the other man's grasp, he slipped and fell back
with another yell. Marie squeezed her eyes shut and tried not to
imagine him falling to the cold water. Tried not to imagine how soon
they would be joining him.
Logan had a gut feeling as the ship slowly sank down again. "I think
this could be it, Marie!" He quickly ripped off a sleeve of his
jacket and bound it around one of her hands and one of his.
Her eyes widened as the water rushed to greet them, eager to take
them into her folds. Marie had never stared death in the face before,
but she was at that very moment. She knew what she had to do, same as
Logan, and the two prepared for it.
She glanced to her side again and saw Jubilee watching the water and
glancing at them constantly, seeing what they would do. Marie tried
to give her a reassuring smile, but it was pointless. Jubilee
wouldn't see it anyways, and what in God's name was there to smile
about? They could very well be about to die.
Within a few seconds Marie made a show of taking a deep breath and
saw Jubilee do the same out of the corner of her eye. Then they
squeezed shut as the cold water rushed over her, engulfing her in her
cold blankets. She refused to let go of the fabric which held her and
Logan together and kicked and used her able arm to find the surface.
The pressure was intense against her ears and head and she felt like
she was doing nothing but moving in circles. For all she knew she
was. Her lungs burned for it's deprived substance, but there wasn't
any for her to give it. It wasn't until her face met stinging cold
air that she knew she was out and breathed out the air she had in her
and gulped down new.
It was mad out there, people flailing about, using anything they
could get their hands on to help stay afloat, even if the preservers
would do it for them on their own. "Marie!" she could hear someone
yell not far away.
The arm connected to Logan tugged and she followed it, followed him.
It was so cold and her skin was already going numb, but she continued
on. They swam until they were far enough away from the large mob to
get some peace. There was something floating in the water that Logan
took her to and told her to get on.
She didn't care what it was, but she got on it, sprawling herself
across the flat surface. "W-what ab-bout-t y-o-u?" she managed to
"Ice is better than ice water in some ways," someone said nearby
them. Next to Logan a large slab of ice formed and floated in the
water. Seeing as that was the only thing near, he got on top of it.
"Yeah... I'm gonna go back and make more for other people. Give them
something until the boats come back." Marie gaped as Drake rowed by
in a very small iceboat, complete with an ice oar and a sailor hat
made of ice. If she weren't so damn cold, she would have laughed at
the humor. It was amazing anyone could have any now.
The young man whistled and rowed on, forming ice slabs for anyone in
Amidst the mass of people, a true whistle was being used to its full
extent. Followed by the pleading orders of the officer connected to
it, others joined in the screaming for help.
Logan knew that there was no way the boats would come back. They'd
sooner let them all freeze to death. Of course, if Logan was in their
position, he would probably do the same thing. If they came back, the
frozen people would swamp the boats and everything that had been save
in them would be in the same peril as the ones in the water.
He looked around them. But for the life of him, he couldn't tell
where any of the boats were. "M-marie... we n-n-need-d to... to swim-
"D-don't want-t to-oo..." she replied weakly.
"You... have to, M-m-marie." Using his untied arm and the opposite
leg, he slowly paddled. But with it wasn't enough to make them go
anywhere. "F-fuck." Unless they both went back into the water, they
weren't going anywhere.
Given the option to either stay where they were and freeze to death
like everyone else, or at least trying to survive -- it was pretty
obvious what he would choose for them.
Logan slide off his piece of ice into the water, causing Marie to let
out a startled cry of protest. "We n-need to swim to th-the boats."
Fuck. Warm was not good. Warm was very, very bad. Warm was just a
minute away from numbness. "Come on, M-arie." He dragged her into the
water, their lifebelts keeping them afloat more than anything.
Marie paddled along with him, even further away from the crowd of
slowly dying people. She was no longer cold, and no longer warm. Her
body felt nothing in the icy waters. She supposed that wasn't a good
thing, but really didn't care. The sooner she got to a boat, the
sooner she could sleep.
Their movements were slow and clumsy without any of the nerves closer
to the surface to help. They didn't realize how much they took it for
granted, to be able to feel what they were doing.
Logan remained persistent even as Marie began slacking off in her
efforts. "I'm so tired, Logan..."
He stopped at those words and turned to face her, his wild hair and
mutton chops home to pieces of ice. "Marie... stay with me... You
have to stay awake, you hear me?"
"Why can't I sleep, Logan?"
"Because I said so." With that, he continued his clumsy swimming
efforts. He had to keep her mind focused, keep her talking
maybe. "Hey... y'know... I never did find out who the Scarlet
If she could have smiled, she would have. "I'm not going to ruin it
for you. You're just going to have to read it and find out for
A few wheezing breaths came out, the best of a chuckle he could
manage with freezing vocal cords. "Not even a hint?"
"Okay... Don't drink anything during the pepper-snuff incident.
"That helps a lot." At least she was beginning to have a sense of
humor about it.
"Logan... I love you..." Marie whispered faintly, her eyelids growing
Panic gripped him. "Tell me that again when we reach someplace dry
and we get some sleep." He pressed on faster, harder. There had to be
a boat around some-- Yes! There was one up ahead!
"We're gonna make it, Marie. Just hold on, there's a boat up ahead."
He pushed his body to the limit, the boat was still far away and they
didn't have much time. Marie didn't have much time.
For a couple of minutes he pressed onwards, swimming towards the boat
he saw. He was so intent on getting them to safety that it wasn't
until then that he noticed Marie wasn't helping at all.
"Marie?" He paused and turned to face her. Her beautiful chocolate
eyes that had gazed at him so intently many times before were closed.
Another pang of fear gripped his heart. "Marie?" he asked again,
panic rising in his voice. "Marie, wake up, darlin'..."
Those eyes he loved so much remained closed. Were it not for the fact
he was so frozen, his eyes would have brimmed with tears about to
fall. They had survived so much, they were so close. It couldn't be.
He brought her still form to his and stroked her frozen hair back,
away from her face. "Marie? Darlin', please don't do this to me..."
He placed his bare hand against her face, praying for a miracle. For
the first time Logan could remember, he prayed to whatever God would
Still nothing happened.
In sorrow and defeat, he pressed his lips to her own, desperate to
taste her one last time. Once he did he kissed her forehead and
rested his cheek against it. Logan wasn't a man who cried over the
drop of a hat. But there was no one around, no one who would notice
as soft sobs shook him and the cold form of the only woman he had
loved and was denied a life with. "I love you too, Marie..." he
whispered into her hair.
April 15th, 1912
Nearing an hour after being rescued by the Carpathia, Jennifer stood
on the deck of the ship. Ororo had been the first to board, but no
one else knew that. Currently she stood behind the young girl and
tried to soothe her. That had been her mission ever since the first
survivors came on board.
She had finally gotten Jean to sleep, despite all the terror and
hardship she endured. Even with the shields, she still felt so much.
But nothing neared comparison to when her husband died. That was what
was affected Jennifer the most... He had died in her arms. Never once
regaining consciousness. Maybe it was better that way.
Xavier was gone... Scott was gone... Remy and Amy had been saved.
Irene Adler Darkholme and all her servants, including Jubilee, were
safe. Yet no word on Logan or Bobby. The two men she had been closest
"Logan is a survivor," Ororo tried to assure her friend. "And Bobby
feels at home in the cold. I am certain they are both alright."
The sound of running feet hitting the deck made the ladies turn.
Wanda Maximoff was running full speed towards them. During the time
in the boats, the two had gotten over their differences and at least
didn't feel a great sense of hatred for the other. "Jenn! It's Bobby!"
"Bobby?" A dead weight was lifted off of her at those words. "Where
"Trying to cheer up the kids and making a complete fool of himself
down in steerage."
Her heart soared as fast as her feet could run down to the area they
had put the steerage people. There weren't nearly as many of them as
in the other classes, but she paid it no mind. She spotted a familiar
tuft of blonde hair standing over a group of wide-eyed, shell-shocked
children and leaped onto him.
"Ack!" They both fell to the deck and sprawled out on top of one
another. "Jenn!" he cried in surprise and laughed as he kissed her.
Ororo looked happily down at them, thanking the Gods that something
good had finally happened to them. She turned and eyed the woman
dressed in red. "Have the list of names changed any?"
She shook her head sadly, auburn curls swinging everywhere. "No...
Neither Logan nor my brother's names are on the list... Everyone has
put their name down by now."
Ororo nodded sadly. It was another great loss to them. "I also
noticed," Wanda began again, "that Marie Darkholme's name wasn't on
the list either."
"Goddess, no..." the weather witch breathed out. It couldn't be.
Logan would have done everything in his power to get the girl off it,
how could he have failed?
"And one more thing, I'd stay away from Ismay if I were you."
"I would imagine he would be shocked about what happened. But why
should that cause great alarm?"
"It's not Ismay."
Realization dawned on her at what that meant. Yet it also reminded
her that despite all their losses, they still had to move onward. In
time, Jean and herself could run Xavier's dream. It would be
difficult, and they would need Remy and Bobby's help. But it could be
done. "Wanda?" she asked as the young woman had turned away. "Would
you like to go back with us? You will always be welcome at Xavier's
She smiled sadly. "Maybe in time. But I must grieve the loss of my
family before I can start anew."
Ororo turned back to watch the reunion and decided to wait to tell
Jenn the news on Logan. Looking up at the sky, her brown eyes turned
to white as she commanded the heavens above. Dark grey clouds rolled
in over the ship and began a light drizzle on everyone on board. It
was only fitting for mourning the loss of so many lives, ones they
held in their hearts, and ones they didn't.
No matter how many bars she went into, she would never get used to
the smell. It was always such a nausea inducing stench that she could
barely tolerate. Her stomach growled as she stared at the jar in
front of her, not even registering the words on the note taped to it,
just on the change inside. But before she could do anything, the
bartender pulled the jar away. "You want something else? Or you just
sticking with water?"
Marie shook her head, unable to afford anything with no money.
A man sat next to her across the bar. A big fat wad of money was
placed before him. In return, he took out a bit and said, "I'll have
a beer." To which the bartender quickly got him.
The man had a cigar in his mouth and mutton chops unlike anything
Marie had seen before. His dark eyes glanced at her, giving her a
At the moment, something between them sparked, however faint it might
have been. Destiny had spoken, and the loop began again.
"I am here to tell you, we can never meet again.
Simple, really. Isn't it? A word or two, and then
A lifetime of not knowing where or how or why or when.
You think of me, or speak of me, and wonder what befell
That someone you once loved so long ago, so well.
Never wonder what I feel as living shuffles by.
You don't have to ask me, and I need not reply.
Every moment of my life from now until I die.
I will think, or dream of you, and fail to understand
How a perfect love can be confounded out of hand.
Is it written in the stars?
Are we paying for some crime?
Is that all that we are good for,
Just a stretch of mortal time?
Or some God's experiment,
In which we have no say?
In which we're given paradise,
But only for day.
Nothing can be alterd, there is nothing to decide.
No escape, no change of heart, nor any place to hide.
You are all I ever want, but this I am denied.
Sometimes in my darkest thoughts, I wish I'd never learned
What it is to be in love and have that love returned.
Is it written in the stars?
Are we paying for some crime?
Is that all that we are good for,
Just a stretch of mortal time?
Or some God's experiment
In which we have no say,
In which we're given paradise,
But only for a day..."
~*~ Adréa ~*~