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12
PERFECTLY NORMAL CHAPTER TWELVE
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… *sends de-stress* InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink, Dracena and Greywolf are loverly and wondermous for archiving/hosting/ ProPhile: How many sets is that? Morgan: *gloke* Readers/Reviewers: Thanks for being so patient with me! Big huge heaps of thanks lol…
“Jubilation,” Beast said in a calm voice, despite the urge to grab her and shake her silly, “you cannot—and not enough stress can be placed on this—go screeching through the house like a harridan, no matter what Remy said or did. Especially now.” He blew out a harsh breath and glanced at the still-locked door. Until he worked out the kinks in the borrowed holo-watch of Kurt’s, he had to remain out of sight. The world is not ready for the likes of me, he thought with the faintest tinge of bitterness.
“But he…” She paused, squeezing her eyes tightly shut and counting to ten. Then twenty. She made it to forty before she could speak without shouting. “Do you think I screwed it up?” She felt her cheeks reddening and not just because it was finally sinking in what she had said, how she had seemed in front of the cameras she had forgotten all about. Remy was always doing this to her, she thought, surprising her, taking her off guard and making her feel so helpless and just… she did not know what to call the feeling he made bubble to the surface. “Am I in trouble?”
“You could say that. We’re doing some serious spin right now with that snotty…er…with that documentary crew,” he sighed, pulling off his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose. “And I expect you will have some form of punishment posthaste. The Danger Room is off limits for the week but I’m sure Logan will think of something…appropriate.”
Jubilee winced inwardly before dropping to sit heavily on one of Beast’s rolling stools, typical of most doctor’s offices. She pushed herself in a small circle with her toes, frowning at the floor as she made one revolution. “This is all insane, you know? I can’t even have a fight with my bo…my ex boyfriend without it being filmed, analyzed and re-analyzed.” She looked up sharply and caught Beast’s eye, her frown still firmly in place but now coupled with something akin to annoyance and anger. “What the Hell was the Professor thinking anyway? MAGNETO? I mean, damn…” She shook her head, standing up and pushing the stool away with the back of her knees. “Why didn’t he just let you guys stay in charge?” In part, she was hoping to turn the subject away from her own transgressions that morning but as she spoke, she found her anger over the situation taking more of a front seat than before. “I swear, it’s like he’s trying to mush the Brotherhood and us together! Magneto’s tried to kill almost all of us before, destroy this place and…”
“And,” Beast said a trifle loudly, laying a large but gentle hand on her back, “it’s not your place to question what’s going on right now.”
“Bull!” she shot back, letting him nudge her towards the door. “It’s a free country so far!” She glanced over her shoulder and saw a flicker of a resigned smile cross his features. “Besides, you’re thinking the same thing,” she added as she gained the door. “And it’s driving you nuts.”
“That may be,” he conceded, “but I’m not going to let it affect my work. Go to class, Jubilee. You’re late for calculus.”
“Tool of the devil,” she muttered. “I hate calculus.” She trudged down the hall, the faint snick of the medical bay door closing making her frown all the more deeper. She could hear people moving overhead and made a split second decision. She did not want to face the film crew or her mentors and friends. She did not want to chance running into Remy when he was in one of his “we need to talk” moods, especially with his hurry to do it and be gone again. Instead of turning towards the elevator, she turned left and pushed open the door to the stairs, pausing to stare down at the darkness that was the first basement sublevel. Taking a deep breath, she called out “Jono, it’s just me. Don’t scare me, okay? Make some noise or something so I know where you are…” She waited, holding her breath. Jono rarely scared her intentionally but there was something, some primitive part of her back brain that shuddered and cowered at the idea of going down into a dark place with a man who was, technically, the living dead. Just when she thought she could not hold her breath any longer, a faint and steady tapping began. “Thank you!” she sighed aloud, easing down the steps and shutting the door behind her. “I don’t want to turn on the lights since the security camera will pick it up on the stairs,” she called. “And I really don’t feel like dealing with class right now.”
“Playing truant?” a soft voice, unfamiliar to her, asked.
“Dude,” she drew out, stopping just a few steps away from the floor. Or she thought she was. She could not be sure in the dark… “Jono?” Jono didn’t sound like that, she thought. Jono sounds… more Jono-ish.
“No, not Jono,” the voice said again.
“Who is this? Are you with the documentary group upstairs?” She itched to bring up a hand full of sparklies but couldn’t think of a way to dismiss the action if it WAS someone who did not know they were mutants. “Cause I don’t think this is allowed for you guys, creeping around like this…”
“No, not film crew,” the stranger laughed, light flooding the room as they flipped the switch on the far wall.
Jubilee squinted in the sudden brightness, momentarily blinded. She could not clear her vision fast enough before she felt something prick her arm, like a bee sting. She cried out in surprise, finding herself pushed to the floor as the stranger ran past her, their footsteps thundering up the steps. “Damn it!” she shouted, staggering after them as the spots stopped dancing before her eyes. A bead of blood welled on her arm but she barely noticed, tripping up the steps two at a time. “Stop them!” she cried out, catching a glimpse of Beast in the doorway. “They attacked me!”
“Stop who?” he demanded, grabbing her arms as she reached the top. “Jubilee, who?”
“Them!” she shouted, looking around frantically. “They attacked me in the basement!”
“Jubilee, we’re the only two people here,” he said firmly. “I don’t know what you’re playing at but there’s no one down here but us.”
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… *sends de-stress* InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink, Dracena and Greywolf are loverly and wondermous for archiving/hosting/ ProPhile: How many sets is that? Morgan: *gloke* Readers/Reviewers: Thanks for being so patient with me! Big huge heaps of thanks lol…
“Jubilation,” Beast said in a calm voice, despite the urge to grab her and shake her silly, “you cannot—and not enough stress can be placed on this—go screeching through the house like a harridan, no matter what Remy said or did. Especially now.” He blew out a harsh breath and glanced at the still-locked door. Until he worked out the kinks in the borrowed holo-watch of Kurt’s, he had to remain out of sight. The world is not ready for the likes of me, he thought with the faintest tinge of bitterness.
“But he…” She paused, squeezing her eyes tightly shut and counting to ten. Then twenty. She made it to forty before she could speak without shouting. “Do you think I screwed it up?” She felt her cheeks reddening and not just because it was finally sinking in what she had said, how she had seemed in front of the cameras she had forgotten all about. Remy was always doing this to her, she thought, surprising her, taking her off guard and making her feel so helpless and just… she did not know what to call the feeling he made bubble to the surface. “Am I in trouble?”
“You could say that. We’re doing some serious spin right now with that snotty…er…with that documentary crew,” he sighed, pulling off his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose. “And I expect you will have some form of punishment posthaste. The Danger Room is off limits for the week but I’m sure Logan will think of something…appropriate.”
Jubilee winced inwardly before dropping to sit heavily on one of Beast’s rolling stools, typical of most doctor’s offices. She pushed herself in a small circle with her toes, frowning at the floor as she made one revolution. “This is all insane, you know? I can’t even have a fight with my bo…my ex boyfriend without it being filmed, analyzed and re-analyzed.” She looked up sharply and caught Beast’s eye, her frown still firmly in place but now coupled with something akin to annoyance and anger. “What the Hell was the Professor thinking anyway? MAGNETO? I mean, damn…” She shook her head, standing up and pushing the stool away with the back of her knees. “Why didn’t he just let you guys stay in charge?” In part, she was hoping to turn the subject away from her own transgressions that morning but as she spoke, she found her anger over the situation taking more of a front seat than before. “I swear, it’s like he’s trying to mush the Brotherhood and us together! Magneto’s tried to kill almost all of us before, destroy this place and…”
“And,” Beast said a trifle loudly, laying a large but gentle hand on her back, “it’s not your place to question what’s going on right now.”
“Bull!” she shot back, letting him nudge her towards the door. “It’s a free country so far!” She glanced over her shoulder and saw a flicker of a resigned smile cross his features. “Besides, you’re thinking the same thing,” she added as she gained the door. “And it’s driving you nuts.”
“That may be,” he conceded, “but I’m not going to let it affect my work. Go to class, Jubilee. You’re late for calculus.”
“Tool of the devil,” she muttered. “I hate calculus.” She trudged down the hall, the faint snick of the medical bay door closing making her frown all the more deeper. She could hear people moving overhead and made a split second decision. She did not want to face the film crew or her mentors and friends. She did not want to chance running into Remy when he was in one of his “we need to talk” moods, especially with his hurry to do it and be gone again. Instead of turning towards the elevator, she turned left and pushed open the door to the stairs, pausing to stare down at the darkness that was the first basement sublevel. Taking a deep breath, she called out “Jono, it’s just me. Don’t scare me, okay? Make some noise or something so I know where you are…” She waited, holding her breath. Jono rarely scared her intentionally but there was something, some primitive part of her back brain that shuddered and cowered at the idea of going down into a dark place with a man who was, technically, the living dead. Just when she thought she could not hold her breath any longer, a faint and steady tapping began. “Thank you!” she sighed aloud, easing down the steps and shutting the door behind her. “I don’t want to turn on the lights since the security camera will pick it up on the stairs,” she called. “And I really don’t feel like dealing with class right now.”
“Playing truant?” a soft voice, unfamiliar to her, asked.
“Dude,” she drew out, stopping just a few steps away from the floor. Or she thought she was. She could not be sure in the dark… “Jono?” Jono didn’t sound like that, she thought. Jono sounds… more Jono-ish.
“No, not Jono,” the voice said again.
“Who is this? Are you with the documentary group upstairs?” She itched to bring up a hand full of sparklies but couldn’t think of a way to dismiss the action if it WAS someone who did not know they were mutants. “Cause I don’t think this is allowed for you guys, creeping around like this…”
“No, not film crew,” the stranger laughed, light flooding the room as they flipped the switch on the far wall.
Jubilee squinted in the sudden brightness, momentarily blinded. She could not clear her vision fast enough before she felt something prick her arm, like a bee sting. She cried out in surprise, finding herself pushed to the floor as the stranger ran past her, their footsteps thundering up the steps. “Damn it!” she shouted, staggering after them as the spots stopped dancing before her eyes. A bead of blood welled on her arm but she barely noticed, tripping up the steps two at a time. “Stop them!” she cried out, catching a glimpse of Beast in the doorway. “They attacked me!”
“Stop who?” he demanded, grabbing her arms as she reached the top. “Jubilee, who?”
“Them!” she shouted, looking around frantically. “They attacked me in the basement!”
“Jubilee, we’re the only two people here,” he said firmly. “I don’t know what you’re playing at but there’s no one down here but us.”