Written in the Stars April 14th, 1912. 5: 21pm by Adréa
Disclaimer: The song is from Aida, so credit to Disney. The Scarlet Pimpernel... I don't know who it belongs to now, but it was written by the Baroness Orczy. Well, everyone else seems to own the X-Men. Marvel, Fox, Warner Brothers, Universal, etc. etc. Why can't I? Look! They'll work for twinkies and beer! It's true! They did this fic for twinkies and beer. Although I had to throw in a few steaks and peeps somewhere...
Author's Notes: I tried to make it not exactly like Cameron's movie! But some things kinda snuck in there and stuck. Be prepared for suckiness! (that even a word?) Big shout out and thanks to my best friend JenN who unknowingly gave be ideas and knowingly gave me every ounce of support she could.
Author's Notes2: I don't even own Amy and Jenn for they are based on people I know. I'm currently working on another fic involving them that would go much farther into their personalities, so sorry if you don't understand things or what not because they aren't well developed in this one. Now, on with the show!
Without time to think and figure out what to do, Logan had to rely on instinct. When the door opened slowly, he moved himself so he would be hidden by it.
"Miss Marie?" asked a soft voice. A head of black hair kept tied up by a maid's hat peeked into the room.
"What is it, Jubilee?" Marie asked the Asian calmly, trying to keep her servant's attention focused on her and not on the man hiding behind the door.
"Forgive me, Miss, I thought you'd be asleep. We must hurry to get you ready for dinner, Miss. It is almost five thirty."
The maid stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. It was then she noticed the strange and vicious looking man hiding behind the door. Her brown eyes widened and she stepped back in fear, letting out a startled gasp.
Before she could scream and alert others, Logan moved quickly and silence her with a hand on her mouth, and pushed her back into a chair that was behind her.
"Jubilee, Jubes, listen to me," Marie tried to calm the frightened and practically hyperventilating young woman. "It's alright, he's a friend. He won't hurt us. I know he looks like he would, but he won't, I promise. And he will too if it makes you trust him any more."
When a deadly glare comes natural to you, it's extremely hard to erase it for kinder features. But try he did, just for the sake of not being found out by Marie's family.
"Will you trust him?" she asked, silently pleading with her eyes for the young woman to say yes.
Jubilee nodded her head, causing the hand on her mouth to move with it. Slowly, deliberately, Logan removed the hand, yet was careful in case she decided to take back her agreement.
Not a sound came out as she steadied her breathing. "Oh... Miss Marie... This man should not be in here, what would your parents or fiancé think?"
"They will think nothing, because they will never know. And if they find out, I'll know it was you that told them. I can assure you, we weren't doing anything that would cause my father to disown me or for Graydon to call off the wedding. We were just talking." Which was true. What she didn't add was how much she liked to watch him too.
"But... But then what do we do? Mr. Darkholme is waiting for his wife to be ready out there. We cannot sneak him out, nor can you get ready with him in here."
As if she had anticipated this and planned things ahead, Marie moved towards her closet. She pulled out what she would need, then shoved Logan inside. The damn thing was big enough to fit two people in it comfortably, even with all of Marie's clothes. "No peeking," she declared as she shut the doors in his face.
"Quickly, Jubilee," he could hear Marie saying.
Hardly either of them spoke as he listened to the harsh and careless rustling of her clothes. The only light was the small crack in between the two doors. It was very small, but large enough for him to peek out of without them noticing. He was a man after all, how could he pass up an opportunity such as this to see a rich woman dressed in her underwear?
Chances had it be that Marie always had her back facing him, and that damn maid was always in his way of viewing the mirror they were standing in front of. Logan sighed in disappointment, no good show tonight.
Something surprised him, though. It was how perky Jubilee seemed to be, and the way she would at times just bounce across the room as if she had too much coffee. With her being a personal servant, Logan didn't doubt she was also a mutant. That would explain why she wore gloves, even to do Marie's hair, which had to make it a lot harder to do.
"Logan, you stay hidden until we're gone. Then you can go," she whispered to him once finished.
"Wait," he stopped her with the word. "Meet me at the Castle, Your Highness."
She looked puzzled for a moment before a large smile crossed her features. He could tell she had opted for a dark green that perfectly suited her this time, bringing out more color in her eyes. But she had a type of beauty that you could put her in a barrel and she'd still be breathtaking. Especially if that was all she was wearing.
No... he had to keep his mind out of the gutter, keep it off of her thin frame. Off of the way her cheeks and chest flushed whenever he called her 'darlin'. Off of the way she would sometimes drawl out his name. Even more so off of the way his mind imagined she'd scream it when she came.
It looked like another cold bath for him that night.
She was taken at the moment, and there was something possibly having to do her skin. In time, the first would no longer matter, and whatever the problem was with the latter, he could find a way around it. He might not be the smartest thing going, but he sure was damn creative when he wanted to be.
It must had been a good ten minutes before he realized she and her mutant maid had gone. Not that it was a big deal, it was obvious where they would be. And because of that, Marie wouldn't be in danger from her 'father'.
So Logan took his time in getting out of the closet and to the Forward Castle. Even snooped around in her room for a bit and stole one of her scarves she had worn at some point. It still smelled heavily of her, and the primal part of him growled in current satisfaction.
Off he went to follow her there, stuffing the scarf in one of his pockets. His mind remained in a daze of fantasies until a slightly familiar scent caught his attention. In fact, two familiar scents.
But they weren't strong enough to have been created by the people themselves... no... The scents he detected came off of someone who had recently been near them.
A quick scan around the beautiful Grand Staircase revealed the most likely culprit. One of Erik's people. He was chatting with some rich folk that Logan should have known, but the names escaped him. He was easy to spot with his dead white hair and young features. With a smile that said 'hello' as much as 'You move, you die', he walked up behind the young man.
Pietro didn't acknowledge his presence until something hard was placed against his spine. It was too small to be a gun, yet not sharp enough to be a knife. Nevertheless, it was a weapon of some sort. "May you excuse us?" a gruff voice asked.
Politely, the young couple agreed and continued on their rounds of greetings, leaving Pietro to be escorted by Logan to an unnoticeable spot. From what he had been told, Pietro now knew what was pressed against his spine, and took a single guess as to why he was being targeted.
"Where are they?"
Yep. And he really was as straightforward as he'd heard. "Who?"
The bone against his back pressed in deeper, not enough to cause pain yet, but as a reminder. "Don't play 'beat around the bush' games with me, dickhead. Where are they?"
Okay, so playing that game wasn't the smartest thing to do against a guy with killer bone claws, a bad attitude, and heightened senses. But Pietro was fast, and Logan either chose to ignore that fact, or he didn't know. "I don't know what you're talking about."
The man behind him growled menacingly in his ear. "That's right, bub. Just gimme any excuse to drag you off and slash you in two."
Pietro laughed as he used his powers to get out of the Wolverine's grip and behind him. "That's only if you can catch me, which doesn't look too promising, now, does it?"
Logan whirled around, his face contorted into a snarl. Now facing the public, he couldn't have his claws out, so he put the one back in before he turned. Truth was, Pietro had the upper hand, and they both knew it. What good were claws when you couldn't catch your foe? "You'd better learn to watch your back. Next time, I might not care about witnesses."
"Ooooo," the boy feigned the act of fear. "I'm so afraid, I'm gonna go crawlin' home to mommy. Or better yet, to two available girls."
The beast within him growled, forcing it out of his throat to show his displeasure. Amy could take care of herself just as good as he could, but Jennifer was another story. Since working for Xavier, he had taken a sort of parental instinct with the younger of the two best friends. She hated violence, the thought made her sick, so she couldn't protect herself. Logan took it upon himself to do it for her, and had to on a few occasions.
Now she had been taken, and Logan was torn between helping the girl he thought of as a great friend and daughter, or the woman he barely knew yet was feeling some of the same things for, only deeper. He'd tracked the ship up and down last night, yet still couldn't find a trace of either of them. Erik's people knew what they were doing, and knew it well enough to be able to hide the trail.
Only reason why he wasn't doing it still was that Xavier told him he would be of no help to Jennifer for the time being. Erik had been too clever, and only time would tell them where the girls were. Xavier had also proclaimed that Erik had no intentions of hurting the girls. Of course, he couldn't vouch for the others in Erik's little band.
"If you will excuse me," Pietro declared, with a large amount of sarcasm, "I have a few waiters to speak to."
His beast growled again, and was about to stab the boy anyways, screw the witnesses! A cool hand rested lightly on his arm and his name was spoken softly in order to calm his feral side.
"Logan... we do not need for you to make a scene."
His hazel eyes turned to meet those of a pair of abnormally bright blue. Ororo Monroe squeezed his arm gently. There was something about the exotic woman that held so much calm, so much compassion. She could easily pull Logan out of a minor feral state just by speaking to him in a soothing voice. If there was one person he could declare as his most understanding friend, it was Ororo.
"Have you learned anything?" he asked her, hoping to hear some good news. Like that they had a location and he could go and kick someone's ass.
Ororo shook her head sadly, not a single piece of shocking white hair falling out of place of it's delicate position. "No... Nothing but that at meal time, Pietro always speaks to the waiters to prepare two meals for him to take. At least we know they are being fed."
Despite the situation, Logan couldn't help but snicker. "Of course they're feeding them. Erik knows full well the wraith of a hungry Amy."
The African Goddess took his arm even though he hadn't offered it and smiled a him, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Rather like you in the morning without your coffee. You nearly killed Hank when he took the last cup a few weeks ago."
He just shrugged his shoulders. "Hey, it got me the coffee. Whatever works for me, works. Speaking of, why didn't Hank come along?"
"Work. What else? Some of his experiments he could not transport or leave behind, so it will be a couple months before he can join us. Jean is planning on using the vacation to her fullest advantage."
Ahhh, yes. The female doctor. It will never be real in title or on paper, but Jean had proven time and time again to be just as capable as any man. Under secret apprenticeship with Doctor Henry 'Hank' McCoy, she could become their full-time doctor so long as someone else ordered and signed for the supplies.
"I have someplace I have to be, excuse me, Ororo."
"Of course," she nodded in understanding as Logan headed to where he would meet Marie.
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