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This is my first fan-fic and I would love to know what people think of it.

"Momma, please save us! Momma, momma can you help us? Are you there momma?"

In the darkness she could see the silhouettes of two small children. They both struggled to move closer to her but were pulled further and further into the abyss. She stretched her gloved hand into the darkness but try as she might the terrified children were always out of reach.

"Why did you do this to us Momma? Why didn't you stop? How could you hurt us Momma?" They chanted. Their cold hollow voices echoed in the darkness.

"I tried!" She cried out, but the entities found no comfort in her words.

"We're afraid now Momma. We're dead now Momma. You killed us Momma."

"NO! No, I didn't mean...Please, please I...Nooo!"

Anna bolted upright in her bed. Sweat dripped down her brow. She sat shaking in terror for a moment, unable to catch her breath. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she drifted back to consciousness. The dreams had haunted her for nearly four years and recently they had gotten worse. Anna had been through many exceptional things in her life and had faced many fearsome foes but the dreams terrified her more than any of the others had. She could fight off others but it was hard to silence one's own conscience.

When she had regained composure she glanced at the clock on her bedside table. It was still the middle of the night but it would be pointless to try to sleep. Anna wrapped herself in her bathrobe and walked down the tiny hallway of her small apartment to her bathroom. She dampened her face with a cold face cloth to try to calm herself. She glanced at her reflection in the medicine cabinet mirror as she retrieved an aspirin tablet. Her green eyes were swollen and red and her hair hung limply across her face. Tears continued to fall down her cheeks. Anna didn't even try to stop them anymore.

She instinctively made her way to her living room without turning on a light and sat in the dark flipping through the endless dribble of late-night television. Hours passed as Anna stared blankly at the countless advertisements and infomercials. She had seen them all many times before. Buy happiness for four easy payments of $29.95. If only it was that simple. Only one thing could dull her pain, dull the endless stream of thoughts and guilt that plagued her. Anna reached under her futon and pulled out a bottle. It was from her last spell and was still nearly half full of whiskey. Anna unscrewed the lid and took a swig letting the alcohol burn her throat as she swallowed. The vile liquid warmed her body and numbed her mind. She drank until she could see hear the sounds of the morning traffic on the street below her apartment. By this time her head was fuzzy and her wits were numb. She stumbled into a cold shower and then dressed. She would then go to a place she feared and hated, yet it was only place she could find comfort. Anna grabbed her coat from a hook near the door. It would be cold. Cemeteries always were.

Dr. Cecilia Reyes smiled as she awoke from a dreamless sleep. The sun shone through her bedroom window and she curled up deeper into her comforter to steal the last bit of sleep that she could. She rolled over and snuggled closer to the man that lay beside her and buried her head into the nape of his neck. By his movement she knew he was awake as well.

"Is it morning already?" She asked groggily, pulling herself closer to her husband. "Do we really have to go back to work tomorrow?"

He chuckled, "Time is a precious thing to waste." He rolled over to face his wife, "However, I would gladly spend my time here with you."

"Hank, no proverbs before breakfast," She laughed and wrapped her arms around his big blue neck. "For that you owe me a favour."

"And what would that be?"

"Take my shift tomorrow?"

"Highly unlikely chance of that happening," Hank chuckled at his wife's attempt to prolong her vacation. "I believe you tried that very same thing on our last vacation."

"How can you remember? It was so long ago."

It was true. Both Hank and Cecilia dedicated their lives to helping others. It had been years since they both had time off together and could enjoy each other's company without the interruption of work. Hank shifted his position, kissed his wife and took his glasses from the bedside table.

"This being our last day of vacation we should make the most of it." He said rising from the bed. "I believe breakfast would be a good start."

Cecilia rolled over and buried her face in her pillow, which muffled her response.

"Can I eat mine here?"

Hank laughed and without warning scooping his bride from the bed. She shrieked in surprise as he carefully untangled her from the bedding and carried her into their bathroom.

"Hank let me go!" she wriggled playfully but couldn't escape the strong grip of the man once known as the Beast. Hank kissed his wife and gently set her on her feet in the shower.

"I'll make reservations for breakfast while you get ready."

With that Hank left the room and made his way down stairs. Cecilia shook her head. When Hank set his mind on something there was no talking him out of it and she loved him for it. Cecilia quickly got ready and headed down stairs where her husband waited. Hank had used the down stairs washroom to finish his morning routine. When he saw his wife he immediately bowed.

"Your carriage awaits my Lady"

"You mean there's gas in the car?" she asked mockingly.

"Precisely!" He laughed and took her hand in his as the made their way to the garage.

By the time they return from their morning adventure it was nearly four o'clock. The happy couple was laughing when they made their way up their front stoop. Cecilia grabbed the mail from their mailbox as they arrived home.

"Now tell me that wasn't a good idea." Hank joked wrapping his arm around his wife.

Smiling Cecilia ran her fingers through his blue hair. "Do you have anything else planned for today or is that it?" She joked.

"Hmm, you'll just have to wait and see," he jested, tracing her face with his furry hand and gentle placing his mouth on hers. Suddenly the phone began to ring, startling Hank and sending him off balance. Cecilia laughed as Hank tried to regain his composure. Hank blushed and started towards the kitchen. His wife grabbed the sleeve of his coat.

"Let it Ring."

Hank smiled, "It could be important. "He quickly answered the phone. Cecilia sighed and sat down on their couch and shuffled through their mail. Moments later Hank emerged from the kitchen grinning from ear to ear.

"Who was it?" Cecilia asked cautiously.

"Doctor Andrews"

"And?"

"He wanted to confirm that I was still able to use his tickets to the symphony for this evening." Hank sat down beside his wife. "I wonder where I could find a pretty little lady who would accompany me..."

"Well I'm not one to pass up the symphony...You're too much sometimes."

"But..?"

"But," she grinned, "I love you anyway."

"There's the woman I married." Hank began to rub his wife's shoulders. She tried to appear unaffected by his gesture and continued to flip through the mail. She stopped when she saw a small white envelope decorated in gold calligraphy addressed to her husband.

"Looks like you're invited to something special," She said handing him the envelope. Hank took it and carefully broke the seal and removed the invitation inside. He looked confused for a few moments as he read the inscriptions.

"Oh my stars and garters!"

"What is it?"

"It seems that we are invited to a wedding."

"And what might I ask is so shocking about that?"

Hank handed the invitation to his wife, "It's between Logan and Ororo."

Cecilia stared blankly at the words on the page and said nothing. Hank laughed at the expression on Cecilia's face, "I'm sure Logan would appreciate our stunned reactions."

"Hank?"

"Yes?"

"Get me the phone."

"What for sweetheart?"

"Well if we want to have this week in October off we better book it off now." She laughed.

Hank hugged his wife. "Let's worry about that in the morning. I'll RSVP but you better start getting ready."

"For what?"

"Have your forgotten already? We have a date tonight."

"Hon, have you seen my shoes?" Kate Pryde called to her husband from her bathroom, "The flat black ones?"

"When did you last see them?"

Kate sighed, finished applying her mascara and stepped into her master bedroom, where her husband stood fiddling with his tie in the full-length mirror.

"I wore them to the candidate's dinner last week."

"I see. Maybe they would be in the back closet. I will get them."

Kate picked up her husband's suit jacket, which was lying on the bed and brought it to him. Kate giggled as he put it on and continued to struggle with his tie.

"Here, let me help."

She gently tied his tie and straightened the shoulders of his jacket. He wrapped his thick arms around her and stared at the reflection in the mirror.

"You are beautiful Katya." He said looking down at his wife and placed a large hand on her stomach. Her turned to his wife and kissed her passionately on the lips.

"Peter, what was that for?" she questioned.

"For being the very best politician, for being the very best wife," He knelt down and kissed the bulge of Kate's stomach, "And because you will be the very best mother."

She laughed and tousled his thick black hair. She kissed him back and smiled.

"You know I love you, what's this about?"

Peter stood and walked away from his wife.

"Peter what is it?"

He began to shuffle around in their closet and came out with a small package.

"What is it?"

"Please, close your eyes."

She did what she was told and Peter opened the box. Inside was a small silver pendent in the shape of an X. Tiny diamond's graced the center of the design. On the backside the inscription read: We have found our way. He gentle placed it around his wife's neck. "Open your eyes Katya."

She blinked and gazed at the beautiful piece of jewellery and looked at her husband questioningly.

"It's amazing Peter, but why did you do this?"

Peter again wrapped his arms around Kate, "You said you wanted something to wear with your new dress for the wedding."

"I did say that," she laughed, "but I didn't mean something so extravagant."

"If you do not like it I will take it back," he said reaching for the clasp.

"Oh no you will not!" she said laughing, and then kissed her husband again.

"Then you like it?"

"Of course I do."

"Must I still wear this tie?"

Kate smiled, "Yes I'm sorry but you still do."

Peter pretended to look upset for a moment and then took his wife's hand.

"Come, we must find your shoes."

Kate looked at her watch and breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn't expected at the charity dinner for another hour. That was plenty of time for her to finish dressing and practice her speech but for now she would follow the man she loved into the basement in search of her missing black shoes. To be continued