Quixotic

Quixotic Chapter Twelve (NC-17)

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Kurt had
always been more manageable while he was eating, Kitty reflected. It had not been terribly difficult to draw
him into the empty dining hall, which was grand enough for him to think in a
small castle of some sort, and procure a great deal of food to sate his
obviously overtaxed body. She had seen
his hands shaking earlier when he attacked Remy and Scott, she had noticed the
clumps of blue fur on his purloined white shirt, now grubby from his adventures
in the woods. She was half afraid he
would disappear in the time it took her to prepare something decent for him to
eat and the time it took to bring it to him, so she begin bringing it out in what
passed for courses. He was so busy eating
that he did not have time to vanish before she brought out the final tray of
food. “Kurt,” she began hesitantly, not
sure of which way to go, “what do you think you’re doing?”

“Eating
this,” he mumbled, waving a slice of pizza. “What is this, anyway?”

“Er…a new
thing from Italy. Introduced by…er…King
Richard. He gets around.” She was just glad Jamie had left the remains
of the previous night’s movie snack in the fridge for her to find. Wait…did they even have pizza last night
or was that last week? He doesn’t seem
to be dying from it so it must be okay…

“Mmmm.” He peered at the slice with curiosity and
shrugged. “It might become popular in
Londot I t I don’t think it’ll do well here in Nottingham and Sherwood.”

“You might
be surprised…” She picked at a slice of
chocolate cake that she hoped Storm would not notice was missing and cleared
her throat. “I meant, what do you think
you’re doing in…um…Sherwood Forest with the…men.” She just could not bring herself to refer to any group containing
Logan as merry.

He wrinkled
his nose as he swallowed his mouthful of pizza and then openly laughed at her
words. “What do you mean, what do I
think? I’m fighting for the
people! I’m protecting them from Prince
John and his cowardly men!”

“Yeah,
about that…” Kitty moved around the
table to sit next to him and laid her hand on his arm. “Kurt, you know I love you no matter what
you are, no matter what you do?”

He blinked
at her in confusion. “Is there
something the matter, my love? You
sound very…different…from your usual self.
In fact,” he half turned to face her more fully and cradled her face in
his hands, peering into her eyes intently.
“In fact, you have been acting most strangely… If I did not know better,
I would say that hag had bewitched you.”

She sighed
inwardly. He was deep into this, she knew,
but the realization was finally hitting home and hard. “I’ve been having…issues.” She left it at that, open to any
interpretation he wished.

Kurt nodded
slowly. “I understand, I think. Kitty, I want for you to come with me to the
forest. It’s no longer safe for you to
stay in this castle.”

Kitty
wanted to cry. Instead, she smiled as
best she could and said, “Why don’t you come here? Keep me safe?”

“But Robin
Hood…” He blinked again and his eyes
clouded briefly. “I’m not…feeling
well. Kitty, run for John, please. Tell him to I said Will Scarlet was to… to…” He groaned softly and slid down in his seat,
his chin banging against the table and drawing a well of blood from his
lip.

“Kurt!” Quickly, she pulled the chair back and
lowered him to the floor. He was
breathing steadily and seemed unconscious, despite his eyes being opened. “Kurt, can you hear me? Say something!”

“Damn, you
two,” Todd complained, following the scent of pizza to the dining area. “I know you got rooms with locks on the
doors… Here’s where all the food’s gone…”
He took several more steps into the room before really seeing what was
happening. “Damn…did you deck him?”

“I think I
made him short circuit or something…”

“I know, I
know…get Beast,” he sighed, already turning.

“And the Professor!”
she called after his retreating form. “I’m
so sorry, baby,” she murmured over and over, alternating between rubbing his
hand between hers and stroking his hair from his face.

He groaned
softly again and opened one eye. “Where
am I?”

“Where do
you think you are?” she said breathlessly, her hands stilling on him.

“Home,” he
hazarded, looking unsure.

“Where is
home?”

“Wherever
you are,” he replied sweetly.

Kitty felt
her nervousness melt a little at that, but she still recognized a patented Kurt
Wagner evasion when she heard one. “What’s
my name?”

“Aikaterine.”

She
frowned. “Well, close enough. What do you call me?”

“Liebes,”
he purred, rising onto one elbow.

She could
hear Beast and Logan coming down the hall at a clip, their footfalls ringing on
the wood floors. “Kurt, what year is
it?”

“Did he hit
his head again?” Beast demanded as he strode into the room, face set in grim
lines.

“No, he
just…fainted, I guess.”

“All this
junk food,” Logan muttered, sniffing a corn dog and letting it drop with a look
of disgust. “You know what’s in those
things?”

Kitty
spared her foster father a glare as she bent over Kurt with Beast. “I was just talking to him and…”

“What did
you say?” he asked sharply. “Did you
try to…to change anything?”

“I just
said I’d love him no matter what he did or who he was…” She paused, blushing
under Beast’s searching glare. “And
when he said I needed to come to the forest for him to keep me safe, I
suggested he come here and keep me safe.”

Beast
sighed. “You must’ve touched some part
of reality for him and he couldn’t reconcile the two…I’m not sure why, though. Logan, where is Professor Xavier? We really need his expertise here…”

Kurt had
been taking this all in silently but chose then to speak up. “Excuse me, sir? Could I please ge?”
?”

Beast
smiled and leaned back. “Of course,
Kurt. I’m sorry… Tell me, do you feel
dizzy at all? Sick to your stomach?”

“My lip
hurts,” he sighed, touching it where his teeth had split it. “And my head feels...full.”

Kitty
smiled tightly. “Are you okay?”

“Ja…why
wouldn’t I be?” He smiled crookedly at
her and ran his hands down the front of his shirt. “What the Hell am I wearing?”

“Logan’s
shirt,” Kitty said with a glance to the man in question.

“Yeah…about
that…”

Kurt interrupted
Logan’s forthcoming snipe with a smile.
“No matter. I’ll be changing
into my clothes once I return to camp.”

“Camp?”
Logan asked cautiously. “There’s no
merry men in this camp, are there?”

Kurt
laughed. “Nein! Just Rom!”

“Just…” Kitty and Beast exchanged glances. “Just Rom?” she d lid lightly. “Where?”

“In the
glade near the stream, of course! You can’t
camp without good, clean water nearby!”
He stepped closer to her and slid his hands around her waist. “Do you have your things gathered?”

“My…what?”

“Your
things!” He rolled his eyes. “I’ve
heard of brides being nervous but this is silly!”

“Brides?”
Logan, Kitty and Beast chorused.

“I’ve come
to claim my bride! It’s past time we
married!”

Kitty felt
very much like screaming just then.

 

 

Jubilee
sucked on her bruised knu wit with a frown on her face. “I hate her.”

“Aw, chere,”
Remy sighed, feeling a bit beaten himself, “don’ pay her no mind…She jus’
runnin’ her mouth off, eh?”

“Still…Remy,
she thought…I mean, if she thinks it, who else does? Do you?” she craned her neck to stare up at him, aghast. “You don’t do you?”

He sHe sucked
on his lip for a moment, debating his answer.
“Not anymore, non,” he admitted.
“Mais a bit ago…”

Her eyes
narrowed. “Not now, right?”

“Not now.”

She settled
back against him and sighed. “I feel
sick.” In truth, she was finally having
cramps and the nausea that came with them; part of her was thrilled to death
that she did not have to go see Beast as she made herself promise to do should
her period not come by Monday. “Rub my
back?”

“D’accord,”
he murmured, shifting so she could lay down across his bed. It was late afternoon and most of the
mansion was quiet. Less than half the
population was there, most having gone back home or wherever for winter
break. Chores seemed to have fallen
onto a nonscheduled, an as-needed basis, so Remy had a good idea that they
would not be bothered for a while.
Jubilee sighed as he began to work the kinks out of her back, her body relaxing
visibly under his hands. “Chere, you
believe in…um…bein’ responsible for what we do, eh?”

“Yeah…why?” She turned her face towards him, peering at
him with one eye.

“Curious…” He slid his hands down her sides and between
her body and the mattress. “You want
somethin’ ta eat, chere? Ice
cream? Pickles[1]?”

Her two
fave foe foods, she sighed inwardly. “Can’t
I have both?” she giggled.

Remy
gulped. “Er…sure.” He patted her on the rear and said
cavalierly, “Be back in a sec, d’accord?”

“Mmmhmmm.”

He managed
not to start shaking until he shut the door behind him. He went over the mental checklist—she feel
sick, she got a backache, she cravin’ weird foods… I gotta do it. I gotta ask Jubilation ta marry me…

 

A/N Next chapter…smut!



[1] Stereotypical
pregnancy craving.