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FOREVER�NC-17 (still�)

FOREVER�NC-17 (still�)

A/N To everyone who reviewed--THANKS!!!!!!!!!!!! And special thanks go to Foxfeather and
InterNutter for catching my mistakes in both German and English and for all the
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�You awake,
Jubes?� Jamie stood a short distance
from his friend�s bed, looking worriedly at her very-still form.

�Yeah�barely.� Her voice came out as a croak.

�I did what
you asked me too. Didn�t get caught,
either!� Jamie edged a little closer to
the bed, the smile was trying to hide making the corners of his mouth twitch. �Wanna hear what I saw?�

�Sure,
Jamie. Let �er rip.� Jubilee had a feeling that she would not
remember this conversation in the morning but knew it was important for Jamie
to feel like he had done something good and important.

�First, I
followed Amara from her room to the kitchen.
She took one of those little white pills like you take and Kitty takes,
then she drank a ton of water. She sort
of stared out the window for a long time and I think she even cried a
little�her back was to me so I couldn�t see her face�� Jamie sucked on his lower lip for a moment,
deep in thought. �Jubes, is Amara
sick?�

Fighting
the urge to make a snappy comment, Jubilee replied, �Not that I know of. Why�d you ask?�

�Um, the
other night I heard her making moaning noises like she didn�t feel good and it
kinda sounded like she was jumping on her bed, but not really hard. She was all alone in her room when I walked
by and I was kinda worried that she was sick or something.�

Babe in
the woods. Sheesh. �Did you, ah, ask her if she was sick
when you saw her?�

�Yeah, but
she just yelled at me for eavesdropping and said it was none of my f�in
business.� At Jubilee�s chuckle,
Jamie�s eyes went round. �Oh.� That subject had been briefly
discussed during Dr. McCoy�s sex education lecture a few months back. Jamie wondered just how red his face
was.

�Find
anything else?� Mercy, young man�

�Well, I
followed her last night when she snuck out�boy is she fast! She just slipped out of the front door while
everyone was scattered, didn�t even squeak!�
Anyone who could sneak out the front door without incurring its infamous
creak on its ancient hinges was deserving of respect in Jamie�s book. �She
stuck really close to the house until she got to the back and then she�we�ran
across the lawn to the boathouse. She
stayed in the shadows until she got to the fence and then she just sort of
sucked her breath in and slipped through.
I had to squish myself to follow her!�
Jamie was slight but Amara was notoriously tiny. Kitty and Jean half-envied her the size zero
figure she flaunted while Jubilee marveled at the fact a waist so tiny could
support a head that big.

�Where did
she go?� This is getting good.

�She snuck
to that park across the road and got into this old beater. I wrote down the license number when I got
inside!� Jamie stuck his arm out
proudly, revealing a blue scrawl that Jubilee figured was Jamie-language for
the plate number. �I think I recognized
the car but I can�t remember��

�It�s cool,
Jamie. You totally kick ass, you know that?�
Jubilee opened her arms for a hug and the boy launched himself at her,
forgetting about the IV stuck to her hand.
At her sudden yelp, Jamie jerked back and his face went white.
�Oh my God, Jubes! Did I hurt you?� He frantically patted her arms, trying to assuage the pain.

�It�s cool,
Jamie. Just a little prick. I�m getting out tomorrow, you know. Gotta go to the dentist to fix my broken
teeth.�

�Are they
broke bad? Can I see?� Jamie�s interest
peaked.

�Tell ya
what�I�ll let you help change my bloody gauze tomorrow. Deal?�[1]

�Deal!�

Kurt
stretched and blinked in the bright sunlight, the red numbers of his alarm
clock showing him that it was a little after eight a.m. With a contented sigh, he snuggled down into
his covers and was about to drift off to sleep again when two thoughts occurred
to him: one, it was a little after eight a.m. and two, it was Monday. Flinging the bedclothes aside, Kurt rolled
out of bed and stumbled to the closet. Why
didn�t anyone wake me up? Kitty
should�ve at least tried! Shit! Now I�m late for school! Throwing on clothes haphazardly over
hastily brushed fur, Kurt �ported to the kitchen and snatched an apple out of
the fruit bowl and rummaged through cupboards in search of the box of Poptarts
that he knew were hidden there. Taking
two packets from the almost-empty box, Kurt dashed towards the front door only
to have to put on the brakes when Scott thumped down the stairs in his pajama
bottoms. �Hey, Kurt. Where you headed?�

�Ah�.back
to bed, I think.� Spring Break. How long have I been anticipating this and
here I am on the first day, trying to go to school. Kurt ran his fingers through his bangs and, ignoring Scott�s
amused grin, �ported back to his room. No
way am I getting back to sleep now. Too
hyper. Stuffing the breakfast
pastry into his mouth, Kurt shucked off his shirt and pants and found his
rather worn swim trunks in the bottom drawer of his dresser. The tail-hole was a little frayed and the
color was faded, he noted. Not like
anyone is going to see me. Once he
had the trunks on, Kurt polished off the apple he had brought and headed to the
bathroom to grab a towel and brush his teeth.
It was early enough that he would not be bothered as he swam and he
would actually have time to think. Not
that time with Kitty wouldn�t be nice, too, but take what you get�Spitting
the remains of the rather nasty mint paste into the sink, Kurt grabbed his
towel and headed downstairs, carefully avoiding Scott in the rec room. He slipped out one of the side doors that
opened out into a garden and padded across still-damp grass, his tail-tip
dragging behind him. Kurt loved the
feel of wet grass�reminded him of home, of running around with the other kids
while their parents talked or worked.
He never wore shoes back home�Kurt suppressed a wistful sigh and rounded
the side of the house. The pool was a
blue patch in dark green grass, looking cool and beckoning. Kurt passed it up, heading instead for the
small lake at the back of the property.
Don�t want to clean fur out of that verdammt filter. Besides, I have all sorts of space in the
lake. Reaching his destination,
Kurt looked slyly around as if expecting his friends to leap out of the reeds
and yell �Gotcha!� Finding himself to
be all alone save for the duck paddling near by, Kurt dropped his towel on the
boat ramp and stepped into the chilly lake water. Stifling a yelp of startlement, Kurt soldiered deeper into the
water, stopping when it reached his waist. Contrary to what Evan and Amara believed, he could swim,
and well too. He launched himself into
the water, pushing himself to the limits of his ability by swimming fast into
the depths of the lake, only coming up for air when he was about halfway
across. Used to be he would be afraid
to be this deep alone, imagining things nibbling at his feet and tail
where he could not see them beneath the surface of the water. Now, though, he felt very at ease, flipping
onto his back and floating. His fur clung
flat to his skin and he allowed his tail to relax and drift beneath him,
letting gravity take its toll. The sun
was not too high, lending the sky a milky yellow color and Kurt sighed, content
to watch the few clouds drift overhead.
He let his mind drift to the recent events of his life and felt his
fangs bite into his lower lip, careful not to draw blood but hard enough to
send a shock on sensation along his spine.
Kurt felt a well of anger and frustration begin to overflow as he
thought of Kitty�his� Kitty�being torn apart by all the fighting their
relationship had caused. Nein, her entsents would have done this sooner or later anyway, so don�t go blaming
yourself, Kurt Wagner. Feeling
uncomfortably matted, Kurt flipped over and began a hard breaststroke towards
the shore. A faint lavender smear on
the banks to his left caught Kurt�s attention and he modified his stroke so he
could get a better look. It was a piece
of fabric, laid out flat as if waiting for someone. Who�s out here?
Kurt stopped swimming and treaded water, eyes scanning the lake and the
surrounding land for signs of life. Nothing. Huh.
Senses on edge, Kurt closed his eyes and opened his other senses to
the world around him, detecting the faint splashing of the duck near the shore
and the sound of his own breath.
Drawing in deeply through his nose, Kurt detected a dusky, rich scent
mixed in with the breeze coming across the lake. I know that smell�Katzchen! The odor of her frankincense balm that she applied too
infrequently for his liking was the rich smell he detected. Where is she? In answer to his question, Kitty�s head
broke the water on the far side of the lake, near what he know knew to be the
wrap she wore over her bathing suit.
Her back was to him and he was not sure if she even knew he was out
here. I�m almost lake-colored when
I�m wet. Dark fur, dark water�Should I
say something? Kurt�s legs were
tired from treading water so long but his brain had short circuited and wanted
nothing more than for him to watch Kitty.
She�s been too tense lately.
It�s nice to see her enjoy herself.
Indeed, Kitty seemed to love every moment that she was in the
water. She had ducked under again and
popped up a few feet closer to the bank, shaking her hair out behind her. Kurt gulped and moved closer, careful not to
make more noise than could possibly be attributed to the sounds of the
lake. She was waist-deep now, her dark
hair glossy with water and sleek against her head and neck. He noticed again her figure and how rounded
it was compared to the girl he had met a lifetime ago. No longer waifish, Kitty was verging on
voluptuous but not Reubenesque. Belly
dancing is a good thing, I think. A
flash of her dancing naked in her room twisted through his brain and he was
insanely grateful for the chilly lake water�s camouflage. Kitty arched her back and threw her arms up,
straining the integrity of her bathing suit, and his as the situation would
have it. He could almost hear her sigh
as she rolled her shoulders and neck before wading towards the shore. Kurt had drifted closer than he intended and
wondered if he could move away before he got caught. It was not that he did not want to be near her, to hold her, but
sometimes watching her was one of his greatest pleasures. She�s so beautiful�a Nereid or a nymph of
some sort. But strong like Athena and
smart as her, too. Kurt sank to his
neck and watched as Kitty lay back on her wrap and commenced a series of simple
asanas, stretching her muscles gently to warm them up. It occurred to Kurt that this seemed to be
almost a ritual for her. How often
has she done this before? He
drifted towards a clump of water grass and hid in it�s mossy leaves, biting his
knuckles in almost painful arousal as the love of his life began a more
difficult set of poses, her pale pink bathing suit giving the impression of
nudity in the sun�s rising glare. Kurt
let his eyes flutter closed, oblivious to anything but the image of Kitty
floating behind his eyelids. A snapping
noise from the bank made Kurt look up in consternation. Verdammt chaperones. Jean was making her way down the gentle
slope of the bank, pushing through some undergrowth at the edge of the
woods. Kitty, to her credit, did not
show any reaction to Jean�s tromping noise and continued moving through her
asanas as the redhead drew closer. Kurt
drew in a deep breath and prepared to duck under water before either girl saw
him. Jean said something to Kitty, her
words snatched away by a breeze but Kitty finished the posture she was in and
replied to her friend, gathering her things and following the girl back to the
house. Kurt released his breath and
shook his head. Spying on my own
girlfriend. How whipped am I? Kurt realized than that he could care less.

�Kurt,
could I see you please?� Beast and
Storm stood in the doorway of the rec room, both a united front and an
excellent roadblock. Beast had spoken,
drawing Kurt out of his game show induced stupor.

�Sure. Do you need Kitty, too? I think she�s upstairs.� Can I go get her? Please? With sugar on top?

�Just you
for now.� Kurt followed the two adults
to a room near Cerebro. A door designed
to blend in with the wall slid open at a touch of Beast�s palm, revealing a
room that was more machine than anything else.
The nerve center of the mansion, the room housed all the security feeds,
defense mechanism controls, and the voice analysis equipment. Storm flipped some switches on several
pieces of equipment and lights sprang up all around the room. �This week, Kurt, you have a job.�

�Oh?� Abstinence by chores. I get it. �What would that be, Frau Storm?� His tail swished in suspicion.

�You are to
monitor the security equipment. Keep
track of all comings and goings around the mansion while you�re on duty, make
sure all the feeds are working, and erase the day-old security vids, providing
there is nothing suspicious on them.�
Storm leaned back against the one bare piece of table in the room, her
arms folded across her chest. �Is that
something you think you can do?�

�Only for a
few hours a day, Kurt. Don�t look so
stricken.� Beast�s voice bore no trace
of mockery so Kurt sighed in resignation.

�Which
hours?�

�Depends��
Storm seemed unusually evasive.

�It depends
on when Kitty is doing her chore, right?�
It hit Kurt with a sudden clarity.
They meant to make sure he and Kitty had no along time together,
staggering their work shifts so that they would not be free to see each other
alone.

�Actually,
yes. Is that a problem?� Storm�s raised eyebrow made Kurt swallow his
attitude.

�Nein. When do I start?�

�Now. Do you know how this,� Storm�s sweeping
gesture indicated the entire room, �works?�

�Yes�Logan
showed us all how to operate the equipment once, just in case there was an
emergency.� After a few admonishments
about watching his tail and being careful of the mechanism to activate the
defense perimeter, the adults left him alone in the small room. Here until two. And it�s only ten a.m.
Hell.

Kitty had
searched the mansion high and low and found no sign of Kurt. His holo is still on his dresser, so he
can�t have gone far�As an afterthought, Kitty went back and checked Kurt�s
almost-secret hiding spot for his backup holo and found it to still be in
place, hidden in a shoebox under his bed.
Okay. This ittintting seriously
weird. Fighting down a bad case of
nerves, Kitty began searching all the dark nooks and crannies of the house for
him, even venturing to the lowest level of the subbasements. If he�s in the dark, he�s all but
invisible. Is he hiding from me for a
reason? Panic rising, Kitty bolted
up the stairs and prepared to start her search again at the attic when she ran
head long into Storm. �Have you seen
Kurt? I�ve looked everywhere!�
She was alarmed to hear her voice verge on a wail.

�Kurt�s
monitoring the security feeds this morning.
In fact, he will be all week.
It�s a good thing we ran into each other, Kitty�I�ve got a task set for
you this afternoon.�

�Uh�.I
mean, oh?� Damn.

�Every
afternoon this week, from two until five, I want you to work on cleaning up
sublevel four.� Inwardly, Storm
winced. Sublevel four was the dustiest
and most cluttered of the sublevels but it was also the only one that could
possibly keep Kitty busy until the end of spring break.

�Ick. I have to?�

�Do you
have any other plans?� Storm�s cool
voice chilled Kitty to her core.

�Guess
not�Am I free until then?�

�Kitty,
you�re not a prisoner to be let free or confined!�

�Could�ve
fooled me!� Kitty turned her back on
Storm and let her face crumple into silent tears as she marched herself to her
room. Jean had summoned her from the
lake when no one could find Kurt. Logan
had been sure that they were together somewhere but Jean said she knew Kitty
wouldn�t sneak around like that, especially when things were so bad right
now. Kitty had to suppress a tremor of
guilt at Jean�s words and gathered her things, exchanging agreements about her
virtuous nature. Heh. If she only knew. I�d be all over him like white on rice given half the chance. Now Kitty found herself flopped on her bed,
the first day of Spring Break almost over and she was under house arrest. Poor Kurt. They have him holed up in that tiny room downstairs, staring at
vid screens all day. Wonder if I can
sneak in there with him? Damn it,
no. It�s got a palm scanner keyed to
the adults. Shit. Trying and abandoning ideas like she would
clothes, Kitty found that there was no way she could think of to see Kurt. A little worm of deviousness gnawed its way
to the surface of her thought processes.
I may not be able to see him, but he can see me, can�t he? A devious grin spread across her features as
the plot took form; You�re gonna love screening duty, sweetie.

Amara
rolled out of bed near noon, her stomach roiling in protest. Her tongue felt thick and fuzzy and her head
ached. Damn Lance and his beer. Lance had called late the night before,
begging her to come back out anologologizing for the way he treated her earlier
that night. He either realizes that
he can�t get Kitty without me, or he thinks I�ll put out again. He�s right in both cases, but he doesn�t
need to know that, does he? He had
picked her up outside the gates again and taken backback to the
boardinghouse. Sneaking her in through
the backdoor, Lance had taken her up to his room and offered her beer and a
joint. Amara tried both, finding
neither to be truly to her liking but accepting the languid warmth that spread
through her veins. They had barely spoken,
Lance taking the lead and tugging her shirt free from the waistband of her shorts. Amara let him lead for a while but took over
as soon as all clothes were off. She
forced him back onto the bed, wondering not for the first time whether he
wanted to be submissive or if she were really just that intimidating. Lance had submitted to her every demand,
doing things that Amara had only read about until then. After the first time, he drained another can
of beer and waved one in her direction.
She accepted, not wanting to feel left out, and followed suit, draining
the beer in a few seconds. Stifling a
belch, Amara pulled Lance back onto the bed and peered at his face in the
candle light. For some reason, after
their first time, Lance had insisted on having a candle lit whenever they were
in his room. She had made him roll onto
his back again and tied his hands above his head with a belt she found on the
floor. �Trust me?� she asked.

�No.� His grin had taunted her in the
semi-darkness of the room.

�Good.
Trust weakens you.� Amara seized the
candle then and tipped it towards his chest, spilling hot wax across his smooth
skin. She nearly lost her perch when he bowed his back and yelped in
surprise. �Be quiet. I don�t want Tabby or Toad popping in here. I�ll leave you naked and horny, tied to the
bed, if you make another sound.� Lance
bared his teeth at her but complied.
She spilt more wax on him, lower this time, and was rewarded with a
sharp hiss, then silence, from Lance.
Warmth spilt down her thighs then and she could no longer restrain
herself. She had ridden him hard until
they were both gasping in a combination of pain and pleasure. Afterwards, she had untied him and felt
compelled to clean the wax off of him.
Lance seemed strangely touched by this and just watched her, breathing
shallowly as she carefully scraped the candle�s remains from him with her
fingers and the edge of her barrette.
He had tentatively put an arm around her shoulder and she let him pull
her to his chest. The two lay there,
staring at the walls on either side and listening to each other breathe. Not a word was spoken for almost an hour
until Amara noticed the time. �Take me
home?� Lance made a noise low in his
chest that she took for a �yes� and they dressed, the ride home another silent
stretch. Amara tumbled into bed when
she got home and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. Now it was morning and she felt like Hell. The floor rose and fell in her eyes, sending
a spasm of nausea through her abdomen.
�Oh, Gods!� Amara clamped a hand
over her mouth and dashed to the bathroom, vomiting in a most unprincess-like
fashion. Resting on her heels when her
stomach had finally divested itself of it�s meager contents, Amara reached for
a washcloth and cleaned her face, flushing the vileness away from her site. She rested her head against cool porcelain
for a few moments, swearing to whatever gods would listen that she would never
drink again and forced herself downstairs to get some breakfast. Jamie eyed her as she stumbled past him but
wisely kept silent. Storm had a pot of
coffee going and Amara felt another wave of nausea pass over her. Crackers.
Where are the crackers? Jingling
behind her made Amara turn slowly. She
found herself facing Kitty, who was trying to be sneaky. She was wrapped in a too-big overcoat and bare
footed. A chain of small silver bells
wove through her hair and rested on her forehead and Amara caught sight of some
silver bangles beneath the hem of the coat.
�What the Hell are you doing?�

�Nothing?� Kitty screwed her face up into an expression
of innocence but Amara was not fooled.

�Whatever. Just keep quiet.� Kitty let out a breath and disappeared through the door, the
sound of her jingling fading towards the elevators. I don�t think I even want to know. Head hurts�feels like it�s full of cotton wool. The box of saltines was almost empty but
Amara wolfed them down in a most unladylike fashion before chugging orange
juice straight from the bottle, something she had seen Remy do after waking up
with a hangover. I don�t think that
helped! Giving in to the
inevitable, Amara dashed towards the downstairs bathroom. I think I may kill
Lance.

Jubilee
leaned heavily on Scott as he led her into the mansion from the car. �Pretty sparkles, Scotty. Pretty��
Jubilee grinned lopsidedly at the taller youth, stumbling once on the
steps.

�Hold still
a sec.� Scott scooped her up and
carried her to the front door. �Can you
turn the knob for me?�

�Knobby
wobby jobby blobby�� Jubilee�s eyes
spun crazily in her head, evidence of the heavy sedation that the dentist had
given her.

�Guess
not�� Balancing the slight girl
carefully on his knee and against his chest, Scott pried the door open and
caught Jubilee before she fell from his grasp.
�Jamie! A hand here�� Scott jerked his head towards the door and
the young boy darted past him to shut it.
�Can you run ahead and open her bedroom door for me?�

�Yeah�is
she gonna be okay?� Jamie�s voice
trailed over his shoulder as he ran up the stairs, careful of the possibility
of slipping and splintering into more Jamies.

�Oh,
sure. They had to do more stuff to her
than they originally planned to and she�s gonna be dopey for a while, but other
than that she�ll be good as new in no time.�
Scott deposited the loopy girl on her bed and pried the bag from the
pharmacy out of her hand. Out of the
corner of his eye, Scott could see Jamie bouncing on the balls of his feet with
tension and pent up energy. �Hey,
Jamie�think you could help me remember that Jubilee needs to take one of these
pills every four hours as soon as she wakes up?�

�Yeah, no
problem, Scott!� Taking the brown
bottle of antibiotics from the older mutant, Jamie disappeared towards the
infirmary and it�s medicine chest where all prescriptions were kept. Checking to make sure that Jubilee could not
knock anything off her nightstand should she flail in her delirium, Scott left
the room to look for Jean. He found her
in the Danger Room, running a sim that he knew she liked because of its extreme
difficulty level. He watched her for a
while from the control room as she pushed herself to her physical limits; when
she finally ended the program and stood, bent at the waist and breathing hard,
Scott ventured down to join her.

�Hey.� Smooth Summers. Real smooth.

�Hey. Want to run a program? I�ll get out of your way��

Scott
stopped her with a hand on her wrist.
�No�I just wanted to sow yow you�re doing. You�ve been kind of distracted lately.� Scott tried to make it sound like nothing more than friendly
concern, like he wasn�t itching with the desire to kiss her right then and
there. Memories of their one night
together flashed across his brain and he hoped to High Heavens that he was not
projecting. Jean raised an eyebrow and
he knew that even if he was not mentally screaming his desire to her, she at
least was astute enough to read his body language. He let go of her wrist.

�I�m
fine. Just got a lot on my mind.� Jean grabbed her towel and mopped sweat off
her face and neck, keeping her face turned away from Scott.

�Oh? Need to talk?� Is it me? Scott
both wanted and feared for Jean to be contemplating their relationship.

�Eh. Actually, I could do with a cold drink. And lunch, too.� The long work out had made Jean ravenous and she could hear
contents of the refrigerator beckoning her.

�I�ll make
something to eat if you want to go shower off�� Scott winced mentally�girls don�t like it when you point out
that they�re sweaty.

Jean�s face
lit up. �Really? I�d love to get this sweat off of me! I�ll
be down in the kitchen in a little bit!�
She patted him on the arm in lieu of a hug and disappeared down the hall
in the direction of her room.

Scott let out a pent-up breath and
rubbed his hands over his face, scrubbing away the flush he felt rising
there. Jean is the woman of your
dreams but you�re not the man of hers.
Kurt and Kitty seem so sure that they are the end-all, be-all for each
other. How did that happen? Why can�t she just drop her Miss Rational
fa�ade for one minute and see that I really do love her? Reaching the kitchen, he spared a nod for
Remy who, he noted, looked a little out of breath. �What�s up, man?�

�Ah�I jus� went down to d�infirmary
to visit wit Jubilee an� she not dere��
Remy had the good grace to look sheepish at his obvious near-panic.

�Oh. I took her into town to get teetteeth taken care of. She�s up in her room, sleeping off the
sedative. They ended up having to pull
one of the teeth that got cracked and she had a really intensive root canal on
the other.[2] They doped her up good.� Scott had turned his back while he was
talking to Remy in order to scrounge sandwich ingredients from the refrigerator
and when he turned back, Remy was gone.
Huh. Wonder what got into
him? Or what he wants to get into� Scott wrote it off to Remy just being Remy
and turned his attention to the sandwiches and dwelling on Jean�s feelings or
lack thereof for him. He was so
absorbed in his thoughts that her light touch on the back of his neck startled
him into dropping the mustard-coated knife on the floor. �Gah!� A twitch at the
corner of her mouth did not escape Scott�s attention as he bent to retrieve the
utensil. �Think it�s funny do you?�

�Actually, a little. You were projecting.� Jean had known Scott too long and too well
to be anything but straightforward.

�Oh. Um, just what did you
catch?� Scott looked intently at the
bread on the plate before him, reluctant to meet Jean�s eyes.

�Feelings, mostly. A few phrases.� She sat heavily on one of the kitchen chairs. �Scott�I�m not sure how to say this��

�Then don�t. You already told me how you feel and why, so
you don�t need to say anything else.� Unless
your feelings have changed�Jean merely sighed and rested her chin on the
table.

�You still going to see Alex?� Her voice sounded so tired that Scott could
have cried for her.

�Well, I was going to but he�s
going to be out of pocket this week.
We�re going to try again right after school lets out.� He deposited Jean�s lunch in front of her
and set about making himself something to eat.

�You still have your ticket?�

�Yeah. I was going to refund it tomorrow in town.� Scott half-turned to watch Jean as he
slapped his sandwich together. �Why?�

Jean rose and seemed to consider
something briefly before letting words rush out like a waterfall. �Let�s go somewhere. Pick a place and exchange your ticket. I�ll
get one and we can go away for a few days.�
Jean was white as a ghost but it was not because of her words. Scott�s jaw was working but no sounds were
coming out. His hands were shaking so
badly that Jean moved to help him sit down only to have him wave her off.

�What?� He finally accepted the chair, unable to stand any longer.

�We�re best friends, right? I mean, the other day, in the hall�� Scott nodded, motioning for her to continue,
despite his rising headache. �Well, I�m
tired. I need to get away from all
this�drama. All this mental pain that�s
going on around here lately. I trust
you more than anyone and frankly, I can�t think of anyone else I�d rather act
childish with. Run away from my
problems.� Jean looked almost ashamed
of herself.

�This isn�t like you, Jean. Are you sure that you�re okay?� Maybe she has a fever. Maybe she�s on drugs�no, that�s not like her
either�

�Exactly! I�m tired of being like me and I want a break from it!� Jean threw her hands in the air in
exasperation. �Damn it, Scott. I�m not proposing or offering a weekend of
sex! I just want to get away with the
one person I don�t have to be reserved with!�
She looked as if she were on the verge of storming from the room.

�Okay.�

�What?�

�Okay. We�ll go into town in the morning and take care of tickets. Where
do you want to go?� Scott felt eerily
calm, like he was in free fall.

�Huh. I�m really not sure. I
don�t even want to tell anyone where we�re going.� Jean looked ten times more relaxed than she had several minutes
before.

�Let�s just go where fate takes us
then, huh?� Scott took a huge bite out
of his sandwich and smiled around the mouthful at the red head. Jean let out a bark of laughter before
collapsing into a full-on giggle fit. Oh,
yeah. This is gonna be good.

Kitty passed Amara one more time on
her way to the sublevel she had been ordered to clean. After asking some careful questions of Logan
and Beast, she had found out that each sublevel had it�s own security feed that
included audio and video but it was usually not even reviewed due to historic
lack of activity. �Besides, if they
make it into the mansion, we�ll get �em long before they reach the basements,�
was Logan�s explanation.

Amara had given her another angry
glare before darting towards the bathroom again, blaming her nausea on a bad
burger the night before. �That�s why
you shouldn�t eat meat!� Kitty had caroled after the Nova Roman. The trench coat she had begged from Remy
after answering his questions about Jubilee�s broken face was too long on her
by far and smelled of smoke, bourbon and some spicy cologne that she could not
place. Hope Kurt doesn�t get jealous
of a coat� Kitty dragged about a
foot of it behind her as she gathered the excess in the front into a
double-handful, mindful of the sagging shoulders. Please don�t let anyone
see me� She reached sublevel six
without incident, turning on the light and flooding the open area with a bright
incandescent glow. Scott must�ve
pestered Logan to change the bulbs.
Usually it�s icky yellow. Where
to do this� Kitty saw the video
camera perched in a corner of the large square of space. Doors to storage areas were lined along the
perimeter, leaving a good nine square feet of empty area. Perfect. Kitty fished a piece of chalk from the coat pocket and crouched
to write on the cete ete floor. Kurt�if
you can see me, pan the camera back and forth and turn up the audio. The letters were about a foot high,
obviously visible if Kurt were looking.
Kitty stood against the far wall and waited several minutes. Suddenly, the camera moved as she had asked
and she smiled, wiggling her fingers in a wave. She could almost picture Kurt waving back. Scuffing the writing with her bare foot
until it was nothing more than a white smear on the gray floor. She pointed to her eyes. Watch me. Kitty flung the coat into a far corner, revealing�

Mein Gott. Kurt counted again. Seven veils. When he had seen Kitty�s message, his heart leapt. Hoping to Heaven that no one else could see
what was going on, Kurt complied with her request and moved the camera,
something he had figured out how to do after several moments of frustrated
button-pushing. Kitty had flung off an
over-large coat that looked gray in the black and white feed from the camera
and he could barely detect the sounds of the coins on her top and skirt
jingling as she moved to the center of the room. She had no means of playing music that Kurt could see but he
could almost hear a melody as she extended her arms and closed her eyes. After several painful seconds on Kurt�s
side, Kitty began to move in a slow, hypnotic rhythm, first her head then her
arms and shoulders. The undulation
moved down her body until Kitty was spinning around the room , her skirts and
the attached veils swirling around her legs.
Her body twisted and turned in a dance that reminded Kurt of autumn
leaves drifting to the ground while making him think of new and wonderful
things for them to do in bed. She
read my mind, saw my fantasy! Kitty
began to remove veils in a pattern, stepping and turning several steps before
letting one drop. Kurt felt the saliva
fill his mouth as she removed veil after veil, revealing more and more leg and
thigh and hip to his eager eyes. She
seemed to be winding down and Kurt noticed she had two veils left, one draped
over each hip. Yes, please!
With a sudden movement, Kitty released the remaining scraps of fabric
and fell to her knees, her head bent back until it touched her heels. Oooooh.
No blood in brain�can�t think�
Clad only in a halter top that glittered even in the monochromatic
colors of the vid screen and a bottom half that was covered in something like a
long, thin loin cloth over bikini bottoms, Kitty heaved in a deep breath before
straightening to look directly into the camera. Kurt heard her voice carry over the faint audio pick up. �I love you, Fuzzy.� I love you too, Katzchen. Kitty gathered her veils and the coat,
darting glances towards the camera every few seconds. She waved again and moved towards the exit before dashing back to
stand in front of the camera again.

�Um, sweetie? Erase this, right?� She smiled again and disappeared from his
view.

Kurt let his head hit the console
panel before letting out a long, shaky breath.

TBC

A/N Next chapter: Just what are
Jean and Scott getting into? Kitty and
Kurt get into a heap of trouble and Jubilee gets a little closer to the truth,
thanks to Jamie.

[1] Little boys
can be gross sometimes. So can Jubilee.

[2] Like there�s
a not-intensive root canalceducedure?
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