Tempest in a Teapot

Tempest in a Teapot Chapter Eleven
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“This,” Rahne sighed, “is either very, very funny…”
“Or very, very bad,” Saint John supplied. “Did you get rid of the pot and tea?”
Rahne nodded. “Well, I put it away, where no one but me can find it,” she corrected herself a moment later. “And I made sure that every surface in the kitchen was scrubbed down with white vinegar and hot water.” She made a face, wrinkling her nose and sticking out her tongue. “That crap Storm drinks smells like death warmed over.”
“Lovely imagery,” Saint John replied, glancing anxiously out of the study window at the goings-on in the back yard. “You don’t think they’ll find out, do you?”
“Saint John,” she said slowly, taking a deep breath as if about to impart some bad news, “I think they need to.”
“Rahne!” he exploded, then winced, aware at how his voice echoed in the room. “Rahne,” he repeated, leaning in close so that he did not have to raise his voice, “do you have any idea how much trouble I’d get in? How much trouble we would BOTH get in?”
She nodded, sighing again. “They’re going nuts trying to fix what’s wrong, Saint John. We need to tell them and maybe then they can fix it.” She paused and fixed him with a penetrating stare. “And if you ever try to guilt me or threaten me again, I’ll rip your spine out through your nose and beat you with it, okay?”
For just a split second, Saint John saw Rahne’s eyes flash golden and heard a soft growl. “Okay,” he whispered, unable to get his voice above that pitch. “We’ll tell them.”
“We?” she asked, one brow arching. “I don’t recall encouraging you to hide it in the tea cabinet nor do I recall encouraging you to withhold information when Storm and Kurt first… became ill.” She folded her arms across her chest and shifted her weight forward, giving a more imposing appearance, if only slightly. “I just made the mistake of trying to help you cover things up.”
Saint John felt a spark of anger, but whatever he was going to say was interrupted with a loud cry and a whooping noise from outside. “Oh, fuck,” he breathed, his eyes drawn back to the window. “I didn’t know Storm could do that!”
Rahne closed her eyes and pressed her fingers over them as if to rid herself of an unpleasant image. “I did NOT need to see that!” She peeked through her fingers and sighed. “Damn it… that’ll be burned into my retinas forever.”

Storm was leaping, spinning and bending like a dandelion fluff blown by the wind. Her hair, unbound, swirled about her like a silver nimbus. “You mortals are foolish in the worst way!” she announced, dancing out of Mark’s reach. “You kill the beasts of the air and sea, the creatures of the field and wood as if they were naught but here for your amusement!” She paused, waiting for Mark to near again. “You have no idea about your insignificance.”
Mark growled, his eye swollen from Logan’s attack of moments before, and darted at Storm again. “My blade is iron, you unseelie sidhe! I will send you to the underworld from whence ye came!” He feinted as Storm moved towards him, but surprised her by swinging the fireplace poker at her again, expertly executing a complicated series of maneuvers that made Logan tired just to watch. Storm huffed angrily and turned her back to him, flouncing away several yards.
Kurt whooped sadly, sitting in the grass. Rogue spared him a casual pat on the head as she moved in behind Mark, her hands extended in a gesture of peace. “Mark, listen to me… leave Storm alone.” She held out her hands further, chancing a smile. Will I get in trouble if I drain him just to shut him up? And do I really want that mess in my head with Empath?
Mark whirled on her, his face bespeaking shock and anger. “You slip your bonds!” he accused. “You’re a witch…”
“Yeah, yeah,” Rogue sighed, dodging as an array of Jubilee’s plasma globs shot by. “I get that a lot.” I think I could live with it, draining him…
“STOP!” Professor Xavier’s voice boomed both aloud and mentally. “I have this under control. The knight errant will come with me. Logan, corral Storm back to the medical bay, and everyone else… Get inside, sit down and be quiet. Understand?”
“Yes, sir,” a disjointed chorus of voices replied in near-unison.
“Someone please take Kurt back inside. Find Kitty… she can calm him,” the Professor added over Kurt’s growing cries of agitation.
“Um, that’s kind of going to be a problem,” Bobby said hesitantly. “She just left about twenty minutes ago… she took the station wagon.”
There was a lengthy pause before the Professor spoke again. “Go find her. Logan, secure Storm and take Scott and Jean with you to bring Kitty back here posthaste.”
“And tell her SHE can clean up after her boyfriend,” Jubilee put in as Scott trotted after Logan. “Just because he THINKS he’s a bird doesn’t mean he can do that on the lawn!”