FIC: X-Book 4: Of Politics..., PG-13, Chpt 6
- X-Book 4 -- Of Politics, Tacos and Other Things that Give You
Chapter Six: Passing into Evening
Rating: PG-13 (violence, language)
Genre: Crossover (with anything I can squeeze in), SPOILERS FOR X2
Summary: See prologue to book 4
Disclaimer: I own nothing in regards to the Marvel characters or
any character from a previously published source portrayed in this
Reviews: Any feedback would be great and is appreciated!
The sun was beginning to set on another brisk March day, and Mary
sat with Bobby and Rogue on one of the mansion's back porches
talking pleasantly. She had felt uneasy until she spent some time
in the dining hall with the younger students. The mood had been
playful, without any mention of the previous day's events, and by
the end of the meal, Mary had laughed so many times at the antics of
the others she had settled into a welcome peace of mind.
Rogue yawned widely and leaned her head against Bobby's shoulder.
He slung one arm around her and touched her hair gently. Rogue
smiled and sighed. Home was good, and after what happened
yesterday, home was better than she ever remembered it.
The remainder of the sunlight was shining down through the trees
that circled the mansion's grounds, casting odd shadows on the
grass. Mary was staring intently at the beams of light, how their
lingering warmth cut through the growing shadows.
"So here you all are," Storm's voice said from behind them, and Mary
smiled as she sat down beside her, "I was wondering where you had
Rogue chuckled, but she kept her eyes closed, "Escaping from what?"
"Clean up duty," Bobby replied quickly and grinned.
"Not tonight," Storm said, brushing one long, white strand of hair
behind her ear, "The students are taking care of it...under
Mary smiled at her, but the expression faded quickly as she looked
out over the yard. Storm regarded her closely for a moment before
"How are you, Mary?" she asked in a soft voice, and the younger
woman blinked in surprise.
"Fine," she replied, "I'm fine...really."
Storm tilted her head slightly, "I guess Hank would be following you
around if you weren't."
Mary nodded and smiled.
"I'm sorry you were drawn into our little adventure," Storm said
somberly, "But, the Professor seems to believe that your
intervention may have save lives."
Mary glanced at her and then down at her hands, "Intervention? I
wish I knew exactly what I did."
Storm put a reassuring hand on Mary's arm, "Whatever it was...it
came to you when it was needed. Not all of our gifts are easily
understood, especially when we are first learning about them.
Sometimes, their uses, their benefits, only become known in the most
extreme of circumstances."
When she finished speaking, all three of the others were staring at
her curiously. She had sounded very much like the Professor for a
moment, a teacher passing down what she herself had learned.
Mary stared down at her hands again, thinking about her past and
future, light and darkness...what she saw and what she had not yet
Storm glanced up and smiled as Kurt stepped out onto the porch. He
was wearing a long dark coat with a hood, and greeted each of them
"I think I will go to mass tonight," he said softly, and then smiled
at Storm, "I have much to speak about with Him...and much to be
"If I'm asleep when you get back," Rogue said with another
yawn, "Have a good night, Kurt."
With one swift motion, Kurt pulled the hood up over his head and
headed toward the porch steps. Mary looked over at him and called
"I think I'll go with you," she said, standing and following him
quickly, "I have a few questions of my own tonight, too. Do you
think the Professor will mind if I go, Storm?"
The other woman shook her head and smiled, "Of course not. We'll
speak after you return."
Mary walked quickly down the stairs. Kurt gave Storm a quick nod
before heading on.
I'll keep an eye on her, his glance said, and Storm sighed. She was
actually glad neither of them were heading off alone anywhere
tonight. She still felt very uneasy about any of her friends facing
a crowd of the general (normal) public alone.
It took Kurt a few quick steps before he caught up with Mary, who
was marching across the grass at an unusually fast pace. Kurt
matched her stride easily, and glanced at her with concern. Mary
spoke before he could.
"Thanks for letting me come along," she said, "And please don't ask
me how I'm doing...I'm fine."
Kurt shrugged, "Of course you are. You're walking and breathing.
If you weren't doing either of those, I would worry..."
Mary grinned and rolled her eyes, "I'm sorry...I'm just...shaken up
still, I guess. All these questions about my visions and everything
else. It's just been weighting on me. Dinner made me feel a little
better but now that worry is back, burning in my chest and in my
"Well, that could be indigestion..." Kurt said with a smile, and as
Mary chuckled he patted her shoulder, "At least you're going to a
place now where you can ask for guidance to those answers."
Mary crossed her arms tightly over her chest, "I hope so..."
"Sometimes I miss living in my little church," Kurt said, "Just
because I felt so much peace there, among visages of saints and
angels. But living in the school is much more fulfilling. At least
there, we are not alone with our questions."
Alone, Mary thought, I've always been alone. I've always been apart
from everyone else...even before I saw the...
"What do you think they are, Kurt?" she said.
"What?" Kurt asked, frowning with confusion.
"Angels," she replied simply, and Kurt smiled broadly.
"Messengers and servants of God," he said without a second thought,
touching one of the tattoos on his face with his large
fingers, "Some of the many guides we find in our lives. I believe
angels find us when we need them..."
Or when they need us... Mary thought darkly, When we are needed for
something...even if we don't want it...
"Why do you ask?" he said.
Mary shrugged, "I don't know. Just a question. I've read a lot of
books about religion and tradition, but...no one ever really said
what exactly they are."
Kurt looked at her with surprise, "Well, some religious texts do
describe where angels exist in God's plan, different choirs of
angels, and archangels, like Michael and Gabr..."
"Yes, I know," Mary interrupted him quickly, "But, angels can be
fallen, too, can't they? How do you know the difference when you
see one? The difference between demons and angels?"
Kurt was not sure how to reply. He had thought on the subject of
demons quite often in his religious studies. When hiding in his
small church in Massachusetts, he had convinced many intruders that
he was a demon. But, he had never thought about actually
encountering such an evil.
"I don't know," he replied, "I suppose if we are ever faced with
such a being, the choice will be ours on what we believe that being
Mary sighed and nodded, "Hopefully...none of us will be faced with
being like that again..."
"Again?" Kurt asked.
"I mean like the creature in the hanger," she said quickly, not
ready to explain her childhood encounters again until after they got
back to the mansion.
As they approached the church, the bells signaling the beginning of
mass rang beautifully. Kurt pulled his hood down further over his
face as he moved through the front door.
Mary paused and stood next to large statues of several saints and
the brightly painted archway depicting an idyllic heaven. She
looked over at Kurt, who was now sitting in the very last pew as
other members of the congregation moved past him toward the front of
the church, sparing him only suspicious glances.
Why worry about demons and other evil things when there's already so
much hate here on Earth, Mary thought sadly and walked through the
archway so she could sit next to her friend.
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