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Eloi	By : Nemain Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5007 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Eloi
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11 and 12
- 12-13
- 13-14
- 14-15
- 15-16
- 16-17
- 17-18
- 18-19
- 19-20
- 20-21
- 21-22
- 22-23
- 23-24
- 24-25
- 25-26
- 26-27
- 27-28
- 28-29
- 29-30
- 30-31
- 31-32
- 32-33
- 33-34
- 34-35
- 35-36 and 37
- 36-38 and 39
- 37-40
- 38-41
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- 43-46
- 44-47
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Eloi Chapter Thirteen
Disclaimers Apply

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Logan,
contrary to popular belief, was not entirely fearless. He believed that a healthy amount of fear was
necessary to get through life. It kept
people from doing stupid things, like eating bad cheese or driving through the
Holland Tunnel during rush hour. But, he
thought bitterly, he would be damned if he acted fearful in front of the
kids. �Ororo,� he said quietly but
firmly, �you stay out here. I mean it.�
She raised
a brow. �You don�t have to tell me
twice�� She nodded at Mark. �He�s ready to go. Don�t dawdle.�
Logan
snorted. �Not a chance. Lance said it was on the second floor
corridor, near the single rooms?� He
cracked his neck, a nervous gesture, and nodded at Mark. �C�mon, Book Boy, let�s go see this bomb.�
Mark
swallowed hard, his eyes going a bit wider than before. �Personally, I�m all for letting it
lie�calling a proper bomb squad out,� he said, faltering slightly under Logan�s
stern glare. �Or not. Just know that if I get blown to smithereens,
I will haunt you. And I mean the whole
chains and moaning, making the walls bleed sort, not some namby
pamby bump in the night.�
�I�ll keep
an eye out,� Logan replied
dryly. �C�mon.� He patted Mark firmly on the back and strode
towards the front door, knowing the Englishman was behind him.
Mark was
not truly afraid of the bomb or potential bomb, but he was not looking forward
to the idea of dealing with this so called Friends of Humanity group. For all they knew, he mused, that group was
watching them right now, spying on them, maybe from within� He stopped short, blinking in some surprise. He had not realized they were already
upstairs, so wrapped in his own thoughts had he been. Logan
had come to a halt at the head of the stairs, stepping aside to let Mark onto
the landing. He was sniffing the air
intently, not an animal gesture but definitely one bespeaking a level of
sensory perception Mark himself lacked. �Anything new?� Mark asked quietly, his voice barely above a
whisper.
�Nope,� Logan
shrugged. �Didn�t
expect anything. With as much
noise as was going on here when Lance said they heard the thing hit the floor,
I didn�t expect it to be sound sensitive.�
He smiled grimly as his eyes lit on the object of his search. �Here we go, Mark.�
Mark
trailed behind Logan by a few feet,
stopping when he did and kneeling. The
object on the floor was a plastic tube, the kind found in the pneumatic devices
at bank drive through lines. It had been
painted black, flakes of the coloring chipped away to show a jumble of wires
inside. �Well�this just looks stupid,�
Mark declared. �Who the Hell makes a
bomb out of that? I�m willing to bet
money this is a sick prank or someone who lost several fingers after
downloading The Anarchist Cookbook.�
Logan
grunted noncommittally and reached for the device, then paused. �Damn it�where�s Forge
when you need him? He�d be able to have
this thing apart in no time��
�Why don�t
I go find him then?� Mark suggested, making as if to stand up. Logan
shot him a glare and he smiled faintly.
�Or not� Okay, what�re we going to do about this? I still say we call the police. Let them deal with it.� He raked a dubious glance over the device and
sighed. �That would make too much sense,
wouldn�t it?�
Logan
sighed. �We called �em, Mark. We�re not high on their list of people to
help right now.�
�That,�
Mark said with an air of disbelief, �is insane!
There�s children here!�
�And as far
as the cops are concerned, the kids are fine� they said they�re sending a car
out �soon�.� Logan
reached gingerly for the tube again, then froze. �Did you hear that?�
�Hear what?�
Mark recoiled on instinct, rising to his feet and taking a giant step
backwards.
�It
clicked.�
�No, it
didn�t. I would�ve heard a click and it
didn�t click!�
Logan
stood and took a step backwards as well, the opposite direction as Mark. �It definitely clicked.�
Logan
grimaced, the hissing sound emanating from the tube clearly audible. �It�s hissing now��
�Thanks for
pointing that out. I was wondering if it
was you who�d sprung a leak or the tube��
Mark was edging towards the stairs.
�Usually, in situations like this, it�s best to vacate the premises.�
�I agree�� Logan
turned, already in a run on Mark�s heels.
The hissing stopped and a loud snap, like plastic breaking, filled the
hall. Both men reflexively threw
themselves at the ground, covering their heads.
Mark opened his eyes after a
moment, when no further sound came, and he took a silent inventory. _Toes, check, legs, check, major internal
organs, check� _ �Logan, out of curiosity,� he asked, his arms still
over his head, �do you feel like an absolute tool or is that just me right now?�
�No comment.� Logan
pushed himself up into a sitting position and snorted. �The fuck��
Mark rolled onto his back and sat
up, starting at the mess in the hall.
Papers littered the carpet, stuck to one or two spots on the wall, and
drifted lazily in the breeze from the open window. �Someone has been watching M.A.S.H,� he said
with no small amount of annoyance. �Or
they�re having flashbacks to propaganda bombings from the last few wars.�
Logan
rolled his eyes. �We gotta
get you cable in your room�� He stood
and frowned. �This is idiotic�� He grabbed one of the floating pieces of
paper and read it aloud. �The Friends of
Humanity oppose mutant scum.� He crumpled the paper and threw it aside. �Nice.�
�The human race must be purged,�
Mark read. �And a Bible verse. How�misquoted.� He folded the paper and tucked it into his
pocket. �Well, this is both
anticlimactic and aggravating.�
Logan
cocked his head to one side ever so slightly and sighed. �Now the cops show up. Fantastic.� He nodded towards the stairs. �Far as we know, it went off by itself. We never touched it.�
�Fingerprints?�
�They don�t have mine,� Logan
laughed. He shot Mark a sideways glance
as they trod downstairs. �And I�m guessin� you�re not on the records, either. On either side of the pond.�
Mark did not break stride but he
was overcome by a curiously stuffed expression for a brief moment. �Whatever makes you think that?�
�Would you believe me if I told you
I�m psychic?�
Mark snorted and stepped through
the door Logan held open. �No�Would you believe me if I told you I have
no idea what you�re implying?�
�Nope. Truce?�
�Sure�just stay out of my sock
drawer if you want to maintain plausible deniability.�
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