Written in the Stars
April 14th, 1912. 7: 15pm
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!




Logan was fuming and meant to take it out on someone else. But he was expected at dinner, so after lingering around the staircase a while, that was where he headed. He let himself grin forcefully at seeing Xavier had somehow managed to swipe one of the bigger tables that could seat them and Erik's group. It was hard to read whether the old man was pleased or distraught over the seating arrangement.

Even so, he wasn't an idiot. Sandwiching Marie in with people all around her so Logan couldn't get close. Logan was forced to sit in between the two miserable men at the table, making the total three with Logan there. Bobby was absentmindedly freezing his water, while Remy talked about how he and Amy had met. Jean had asked him, although she already knew.

"We met on de second day 'ere. I was workin' in de café when in came dis angel. I mean it, dis girl is an angel. F' some reason, she decided to eat dere 'stead of 'ere f' dinner. Dis angel was de only person dere, an' I was her waiter. I dunno why, but I started talkin' t' her. I know it wasn' my place, but I did. An' she talked t' me. It was so romantic dere wit' de sun setting... I knew dis Cajun had fallen in true love... I know it wasn' my place, but I kissed her when she left... She didn' act repulsed or distraught, so I t'ink she felt it too."

"Awwwwwww," Jean sighed. "That is so sweet..."

"And they let you in here as if you were a passenger?" Erik inquired, more amused by the story than anything else.

"Dey don' know I not one."

"Yet it is not proper. Even if that tramp wanted you here, she obviously isn't now. Probably hiding from you, hoping you'll take the hint," Graydon shot back with a tinge of vehemency. Behavior such as a worker sitting and dining as if he were a first class passenger, he would not accept. "Where do I report you?"

"Mr. Creed, is that really necessary?" Xavier asked. "Mr. LeBeau is not harming anything, and I requested that he join us this night. He is simply granting that request."

The younger man rose from his seat and stared down at the bald head of Xavier's with detest. "Than you should know better than to ask a mere servant to dine with you. Then again, given your company, I shouldn't have expected anything else. Mr. Logan is nothing more than a servant, I'm told."

Logan felt his throat tighten without warning. He glanced at Jean and saw she was attempting to keep the situation from getting any worse with the growl that had been forming in his throat. No doubt it would have made things worse.

"Mr. Logan is a valued member of my family. I do not have servants. I believe in doing things for yourself."

Graydon laughed, a sound which was not at all pleasant and caused Marie to cringe. "Do you expect me to believe you cook your own food? Farm your own food? Wash and mend your own clothes?"

"Yes, we do," he replied without any hesitation.

Marie found nothing wrong with that. She would sometimes sneak into the kitchen and help to cook herself. Cooking was like reading was to her, very calming and therapeutic. Especially when she got to beat the hell out of some meat to make it thinner. Very satisfying. Although nothing would cheer her up after what she had to do.

Not wanting Mr. LeBeau to get into trouble, Marie pleaded with her fiancé to sit down. which received a glare from Logan. After a moment's hesitation, Graydon reluctantly sat back down in his chair to the right of Marie.

"Of course, my dear," he said to her with a fake smile.

The dinner went on as uncomplicated as usual. Or as boring as usual, your pick. For the most part, everyone but Xavier and Lensherr remained silent, only speaking when needed.

"Well..." Xavier exclaimed as he pushed himself to a standing position with his crutch. "Would any of you gentlemen would like to join myself and Erik in the Smoking Room?"

Graydon and Scott acknowledged, but the others politely declined. A non-feral grunt was polite considering the mood Logan was in. He was going to follow the little pip-squeak as soon as he left.

The rest of the men offered to escort the ladies back to their rooms, leaving Logan free to track him as he pleased.

Pietro didn't even bother with covering his trail as he got the cart with the two meals prepared on it. The waiter offered to take, but the boy refused, declaring he could do it himself.

Once the boy was outside the Reception Area, he picked up the two trays and abandoned the cart. It was then that Logan realized his tracking wouldn't work, and how he couldn't find the girls. In the blink of an eye, Pietro was gone, leaving nothing but an astonishing gust of wind in his wake.

Moving so fast left very little scent for Logan to track by, hence why he had been unsuccessful thus far. He was going to have to demand Xavier work harder at locating them, his instinct was acting up again. And Logan's instinct was always right.

"Logan?" he turned at the call of his name to face Jean. Fiery haired Jean that was once the object of his fantasies. Hey, he had a thing for red heads. "Would you mind relieving Mr. LeBeau of taking Mrs. and Ms. Darkholme to their quarters?"

Logan sighed. Not quite out of what she had asked to do, but out of not being able to find Jenn any sooner. "Sure," he agreed sorely as the said couple appeared. "Allow me to help escort you ladies?" he asked with a tinge of bitterness.

"Why, thank you, kind sir," Irene said, allowing her arm to be put through the crook in his. "My daughter and I were heading towards our quarters."

With kindness and patience he didn't think possible in him concerning Marie was there, he helped the woman to the rooms, Marie in tow. The cane Irene used whacked his leg a few times, but he kept assuring them that he was alright.

"I can be so clumsy with this thing, forgive me," she said.

"Don't worry. I'm probably walking in a way you aren't used to." Damn, Scooter would have a good laugh if he could-- Aw, shit. There he was, right in their path down the corridor. He and his wife stopped and turned and smiled at him, but he could tell there was a definite shade of humor in Scott's expression before he turned his attention back to nuzzling his wife's neck.

He passed them without a word, wanting to get the duty over with quickly so he could go and beat the shit out of something -- or better yet -- someone.



CHAPTERS:   Prologue   1   2   3   4   5   6   7   8   9   10   11   12   13   14   15   16   17   18   19   20   21   22   Epilogue




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