Written in the Stars
April 14th, 1912. 11: 01pm
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!




"My God! What happened!" Jean exclaimed as Remy and Amy wheeled a servant cart in with a drenched Logan stuffed on the bottom.

"After Remy was told he would be fired after this crossing--" Amy began.

"Somet'in t' do wit' spendin' more time wit' de passengers den my job," Remy felt the need to add with a slight smile and wink towards his new fancy. Ever since the girls had come back, they had been inseparable from their significant others.

She blushed in response, but continued on. "Well, on our way up, we noticed the indoor pool door open. He was floating face down in the water."

"Goddess..." Ororo breathed out, helping Jenn with preparing the couch to set him on.

Immediately after Logan was unceremoniously dropped onto the couch, Jean examined him. "He's still alive, but we have to get the water out of his lungs..." Assuming full doctor-mode, Jean instructed her husband on how to do part of a technique. They rotated with their jobs, her forcing air into Logan's lungs, while Scott pumped his chest.

The display continued for a few minutes before Jean turned Logan's head as he spat out water all over the place. Water drenched everything before him as he coughed and gasped for air. "Ma... Ma..." he tried to speak.

"You just technically drowned, Logan. You shouldn't talk," Jean told him, smoothing his hair back on his face to calm him some.

"There was more, Professor," Amy began, careful to get his attention before continuing. "The scent of Ms. Darkholme and two very smelly guys still lingered in the pool area."

Xavier sat in a chair, pondering the information. "Erik's plan has begun. Kidnapping you two must have been a rouse to keep us off his trail concerning what he truly intended to do."

"Marie..." Logan finally managed to gasp out. "Let me... move, Red..."

"You need to stay here, L--"

"Fuck it!" he shouted, which caused another coughing fit.

Xavier looked over at the volatile situation. Logan was on the verge of attacking Jean if she didn't let him up. "Jean, let him go."

"But..." her protests died when the father figure spoke to her mentally. "Alright."

With shaking limbs, Logan stood on his feet. It didn't matter to him that he could barely stand, and had to use the back of the couch as support. He had to find Marie. Something had happened to her if he was there and she wasn't.

One step was all it took for Logan's form to crumple, stopped from hitting the floor only by Remy's quick reflexes. "Easy dere, homme."

Marie was in trouble, he couldn't afford to rest for even a few seconds, let alone the minutes he needed. She could already be dead for all they knew. They didn't even know what Erik wanted her for. If Logan wasn't so weak he would have punched the first thing his fist came into contact with. Violence shed off the anger and frustration, giving way to exhaustion. That was how he dealt with things.

But exhaustion had settled in without a fight, and it made Logan more frustrated. His body and Jean convinced him at least five minutes of resting would do him a world of good. In the meantime, they sent the young couples out to search for Marie. The girls could help in finding her, and the boys could help in fighting for her if need be.

Not even five minutes is what he allowed for himself. The next time he got up and walked, he ended with much better results. His body had calmed from the lack of air. So after grabbing a coat, he was ready to go after Marie. With a growl that might have been a word, he barged out of the room and began sniffing.

There was no new trace of Marie in the corridor. That didn't matter, he would go and search each deck if he had to. He would rip apart each and every room in the whole goddamn ship for her.

But his instincts were taking him to a certain destination. His feet walked him to the Grand Staircase and that's when he smelled her. It was a fresh scent... but it held fear... great fear... The scent of one of Erik's dogs, an old nemesis of Logan's himself was also there.

An involuntary growl came out, startling a nearby steward into thinking twice about asking the gruff man if he needed anything. He took off like a shot, bounding the stairs, following the scent. Marie's scent got even stronger as he ran.

Adrenaline pumping through his veins, he didn't stop running to even get a clear sniff, he just followed his instincts to stay on the trail. When he had reached the beginning of the Forward Castle deck, just underneath the Bridge, he saw Marie cornered by the hairy brute near to the Cargo Bay door. The salt of her tears overpowered the salt from the ocean in the air in his senses.

The blonde beast was trailing an overgrown fingernail-like claw down her wet cheeks. Her small body trembled in fear at the man who was two times larger than her.

Logan was certain that Victor had growled something to her which made her eyes widen more in fear and a choked cry come from her beautiful trembling lips. Yet he did not hear it. His mind felt it unnecessary to know.

His mate was in danger.

The young woman he had declared as his own with a kiss down below was in danger, and he had to do something about it.

With a feral roar that sounded both human and animal, Logan rushed towards the brute, claws unsheathing in the process. Victor might have been fast, but Logan was faster as the six bone claws met their mark and embedded themselves deep into Victor's chest.

Victor howled out in pain, sounding more animal than anything else. In defense, he backhanded Logan, sending him flying across the desk and knocked so hard against the wall, Logan could have sworn he saw stars other than the ones in the sky.

For a brief moment after his senses cleared, he thought he smelled ice, but shook his head to rid himself of the fogginess.

His enemy ignored Marie and went after the still conscious threat, slashing at Logan's head, to which he ducked and stabbed at Victor's knee.

He knew it wasn't good when he felt Victor lift him up by the back of his collar and tossed him overboard. Were it not for his claws stopping him just a few feet below the deck, he would have been destined to sleep with the fishies.

As Logan struggled to get back on solid ground, he could hear Marie cry out for him. Victor turned his attention back to the girl. Knowing she was once again the target and Logan had been thrown overboard, she ran to the only place she could, farther to the bow of the ship. Her haste was halted only with what loomed before her eyes.

Just as she saw it, the warning bell in the Crow's Nest was rung.

An iceberg.

A damn huge iceberg was in front and the ship was on a direct course. Thoughts of her mother's ramblings fueled into her brain again. She was so stunned by it that she didn't react until it was too late. Victor clamped one arm around her arms and waist, the other over her mouth where he had a sleeve to keep her silent.

"Don't worry, Miss. You are wanted alive," he growled into her ear, making her shudder.

Getting himself over the railing, Logan heard one of the men in the crow's nest shout, "Iceberg! Right ahead!"

Immediately, the officers reacted above in the Bridge. Murdoch and crewmembers started yelling, "Hard to starboard!" and other orders to deal with the dilemma.

However, icebergs were the least of Logan's concern. He still had a cat to quickly dispose of its nine lives.

Marie didn't know what she feared more. The man who was holding her, or the iceberg she couldn't peel her eyes from, or worse yet... the fact that Logan was now alone in the cold sea. Tears fell from her eyes and down to Victor's hand.

Logan was gone...

The brute's tight grip weakened immensely when she heard the same sickening sound of something stabbing into someone else. She was pushed harshly against the railing and spun around to see if it could be true.

It was. Her love was still alive and once again attacking Victor with a ferocity she had never seen before. His eyes were ablaze, almost glowing red in the dark lighting, All attention was on each other as the two animals battled it out on the front of the ship.

They were fast and merciless. Marie cringed every time Victor hit Logan, and cried out in terror as one of Victor's slashes hit home, tearing a gaping hole into his neck.

"NOOO!!!" she screamed helplessly as Logan fell to the deck, blood gushing from the wound in his throat.

A feral grin spread across Victor's face as he watched his prey go down. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw some people rush to the level they were on. He immediately turned his attention in time to see one of Xavier's puppets remove his red glasses.

Victor was thrown against the railing at the very peak of the ship by a bright red beam, the iceberg now overshadowing any sea or stars in that direction. They were going to hit, it was a certainty.

The blast wasn't enough to knock him off the ship. Another of the men who had come pulled something out of his pocket. In a moment's time, it began to glow. Just as it started, the man threw it at Victor's feet, and the thing exploded just as the ship struck. The combined forces of the ship shaking and the explosion made the overly large man fall over the railing.

His back impacted with the iceberg with a sickening loud crack and he fell through a crevice into the ocean. Desperate for leverage, he clawed at the ship, unable to feel his legs for his spine had been broken. The claws scraped along the ship as it moved beneath them, puncturing long streaks into the ship's weak hull. He couldn't see anything, couldn't feel much in his upper torso except for the burning pain from the cold and the need for oxygen.

As the ship continued on its course, Victor was pulled away by the rushing water. With a silent cry of defiance, it sped away, continuing to push him further and further from his salvation. When that was gone, he knew there would be no hope for him. He was trapped under the iceberg and couldn't get to the surface. With one final thought, he took in the water that surrounded him.



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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