Written in the Stars
April 13th, 1912. 12:43pm
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!




A sigh escaped her for the fifth time in the last minute. He wasn't going to come. Lunch had pretty much come and gone, so now it was back to the mindless chatter of her wedding that she paid no attention to. Although she should, it was her wedding after all, but her thoughts were elsewhere. They were on a certain man who had promised to show and then broken that promise.

"Marie?" The light touch on her gloved hand made her jump and gasp. Once her heart settled she realized it was just Graydon, concerned over her lack of attention. "Are you alright, my dear?"

"O-of course. I'm fine. I'm just... a bit tired, that's all. Forgive me," she stuttered out, hoping it was a good enough an excuse for him. Thankfully, it was, and he repeated the question to her to which she gave an answer. Logan wasn't going to show, and that was final. What made her puzzled was why she cared so much, why she had been looking forward to it as she had. She didn't know him, he didn't know her, why should she care at all?

Fingering the book hidden within the folds of her dress, she let her mind wander yet again. Back to the brief time they had spent in the living room of her quarters. He seemed so nice, so sincere. And safe... It was an odd thing to think about someone, but he gave her a sense of security that no one else had. But most of all, he was real. His gestures, his speech, the way he looked at her, it was all real. It wasn't fake like what she was used to. And that made her want to get to know him, to be real around him.

That wasn't very likely if he didn't show his ass when he said he would. Marie looked over at the table he should have been sitting at. The same people were there, with the exception of two newcomers. One was a girl with a truly outrageous hairstyle. Different shades of different colors and bright neon streaks carefully braided. That was a girl with guts. A man sat next to her, who wore sunglasses and a trenchcoat, even at the table! That was absurd and unheard of. Marie got the feeling she had seen him before... As she mused over it, it came to her. The man was a waiter at the Café Parisian on the ship.

As lunch was nearing the end, Marie excused herself to get some fresh air once again. Worry had started to replace the hatred she felt towards Logan at that moment. Worry something had happened to him. Maybe it was her romance novel-riddled brain that made her think he was in any sort of trouble. Truth was, he probably just ditched going without a second thought.

In the back of her mind, Marie knew that wasn't true. Something was wrong. It was like a nagging feeling that she couldn't erase or push back. Walking faster than normal, Marie went to her quarters to see if he was there or left a note. The maid was certain that he hadn't been there since returning the book prior, and no notes had been delivered.

Quietly returning to the dining area, she slipped over to his friends. They greeted her with a warm, kind smile. Professor Xavier with the kindest of all. "Ah, Marie. What can we do for you?"

Suddenly, Marie realized she didn't know quite how to put it. Last thing she wanted was more gossip concerning her family floating around the ship. "There was a man with you... With sideburns... He returned a book to me earlier and I wish to thank him for it. Do you know where he is?"

Xavier's eyes clouded over as if he was in deep thought for a moment before returning their focus on Marie. "I believe he is down below... in part of the Scotland Road..." his voice spoke barely above a whisper, and Marie was uncertain whether he had truly meant for her to hear it.

Nevertheless, she thanked him kindly and walked away at a fast pace. Something in her yearning to run. A deep pain filled her chest as she thought more about what could be wrong. She tried to think happy thoughts, to chide herself for letting her mind get carried away. The feeling stayed no matter what she did.

After asking for directions, Marie ended up in the Scotland Road, a length of corridors that ran the ship front to back to allow crewmembers easier passage, and ran around them looking for Logan. "Logan!" she cried out, desperate to find him as soon as possible if just to ease the pain she was feeling. It was uncalled for, unknown. Only once had she felt it before and it was when she couldn't find Irene. During one of her breakdowns, her mother had wandered off into the woods surrounding their home. It took Marie two hours to find her mother again and bring her home.

Right before she reached one of the hatches, it opened and Logan stepped out. "Logan!" she cried and almost ran to him to hug him fiercely. But the proper part of her kept her back, refusing to let her do that. Her eyes took him in. He was wearing the exact same clothes as before, and didn't appear to be injured in any way.

"Marie? What are you doing here?" he asked gruffly, narrowing his eyes at her.

"You didn't come for lunch... I got a bit worried..."

Logan laughed and Marie cringed. It wasn't a pleasant laugh. In fact, his whole demeanor had changed drastically from before. "Why would I have gone to lunch?"

"Because you told me you would..."

"Listen, kid. All I did was return your damn book. I wasn't lookin' for anything else. Well, maybe a good fuck, but I didn't think I'd get that far with you."

"What?" Marie couldn't believe this. This wasn't Logan... this wasn't the Logan she had met almost two hours ago.

"Unless I was wrong..." His voice was low and menacing as he stalked towards Marie. Out of uncertainty, she stepped back until she was pressed against another door.

The look in his eyes and the expression on his face made her fear for her life. This wasn't Logan. She just knew it couldn't be Logan. The eyes were the windows to the soul, and when she looked in Logan's eyes before, none of what she saw now were there. It's like he was a completely different person.

He didn't stop coming until his body was pressed against hers. Eyes wide with fear and confusion, she just stared at him and breathed out ragged breaths. Using the scarf around her neck, he pulled it up to trace a finger against her cheek, as if he was afraid to touch her skin. Maybe what her parents had said was right, about how much a girl must keep herself pure for her future husband.

"I think I was wrong..." he mused with a wicked grin, his voice a whisper and a faint breath upon her face.

"Logan--" her southern drawl was back in full force from the stress of the situation. She didn't get to finish what she was going to say before the hairy man had pulled the scarf over her lips and kissed her deeply as his hands rested on her hips so he could buck his harshly into hers. Marie gasped and her eyes widened at the sensation she had never felt before. It felt good in a way, but mostly it felt wrong. In her dreams something like this would be sweet and gentle and with the man that she loved. This wasn't any of those things.

Anger fueled into her system as Logan continued to assault her with as much gentleness as a bear. Doing the only thing she could think of, she took off one of her gloves and slashed at his face, desperate to get this man away from her. Logan cried out in pain and slammed her against the bulkhead. "You bitch!" he yelled as one hand covered the side of his face that she had scratched. "You'll get what's coming to you," the man she thought she knew declared before storming out of the passageway.

Marie stood there a moment, her head buzzed from the impact with the bulkhead. Trembling fingers tried to make their way back into the glove she had discarded. Her body leaned against the wall, trembling and frightened as she took in short, shallow breaths. Her eyes stung with tears that refused to fall. The smell of blood came to her senses when she wiped the sweat off her brow. She must have blood on her hand from scratching Logan. Yes, she did. It was seeping through the glove.

The door that Logan had come through burst open again, causing poor Marie to jump and let out a shriek against her constricting vocal cords. Yet what she saw before her made her eyes widen briefly before all thought became a blank, as did the world around her once her body hit the deck.



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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