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Chapter List
- 1-Blueshift
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 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 and 30
- 30-31
- 31-32
- 32-33
- 33-34
- 34-35
- 35-36
- 36-37
- 37-38
- 38-39
- 39-40
- 40-41
- 41-42
- 42-43
- 43-44
- 44-45
- 45-46
- 46-47
- 47-48
- 48-49
- 49-50
- 50-51
- 51-52
- 52-53
- 53-54
- 54-55
- 55-56
- 56-57
- 57-58
- 58-59
- 59-60
- 60-61
- 61-62
- 62-63
- 63-65
- 64-66
- 65-67
- 66-68
- 67-69
- 68-70
- 69-71
- 70-72
- 71-72
- 17
- 18
- 19
Blueshift Chapter Eighteen (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply

A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE �, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta� *GLOMP * InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink and Dracena are
loverly and wondermous for archiving/hosting.
J ProPhile:
Yes, I�ll write more.
Morgan: Congrats on the GRE! Readers/Reviewers: Yay for plot
twists! J

Jubilee
narrowed her eyes and bared her teeth slightly at a tall, buxom brunette
staring at Remy. �Back of, sister,� she
muttered under her breath, knowing the girl could not hear her. Remy raised a
brow and took a sip of coffee.
�Chere,� he said quietly, with a hint of amusement, �she not
even eighteen�� He paused and seemed to
consider that. �Den �gain� you��
�Hush,� she
snapped, taking a viscous bite out of her donut. �She�s undressing you with her eyes. I don�t like that.� Jubilee glanced up at Remy and frowned. �What�s that?�
He knew
what she was looking at and chose to ignore it.
�Chere, she ain�t de premier femme ta think of Remy sans his civvies, you know.� He smiled sweetly at her and finished the cup
of too-strong coffee. �You can�t be snarlin� at toutes les femmes qui
pense que[1] dis ol� Cajun is easy on the eyes�� He reached across the table and tucked an
errant spike of hair back behind her ear.
�Getting long, ma belle,� he said, smiling a bit more widely. She had been letting her hair grow these past
few months instead of keeping it short and spiky. He could not decide if he liked it or not�long
hair made her look so young but the short spikes did tend to tickle�
�What,� she
cut in tensely, �is that?� She grabbed
for his other wrist and pulled it to her, the silver winking in the light of
the dining room. Around them, the lunch
hour was starting and the place was filling up with students who had scrounged
the kitchen for food, the cooking schedule for non-school days more lax than not. The noise level was slowly rising but she
kept her voice quiet. She knew from
years of living there that the thing you least wanted heard would be overheard
and be around the school like a plague within an hour. As Remy watched, appearing unconcerned, she
slipped her finger beneath the fine silver chain around his wrist and
tugged. �Is this Belle�s?�
�Oui,� he replied after the briefest hesitation. �She still missing,� he began, but
paused. �Never mind. You don�t care.� He pushed his cup aside and stood. �I gotta go check
on Solange anyway.�
�Whoa,�
Jubilee was on her feet, leaning across the table confrontationally before Remy
could take a step. �Who said I don�t
care?� she snapped. �I wasn�t her best
friend but it doesn�t mean I don�t care!�
Remy
narrowed his eyes. �We talk �bout dis later, p�tite. Dis ain�t de place.�
He did not give her time to respond.
He strode from the room in a flurry of coattails and a collective sigh
from the younger female and a few male students.
�Shit,�
Jubilee snapped, stomping her booted foot.
�Shit shit shit shit shit!�
�If he was
my boyfriend,� a mildly accented voice purred near her ear, �I certainly wouldn�t
be so bitchy to him.�
Jubilee
turned slowly and found herself staring directly into the throat of the
brunette who had been eyeing Remy. �Well,
he�s not. So back off.�
�Mmmm, well, the way it looks like things are going for you
two, he might be on the market soon,� she laughed, starting to move past
Jubilee.
�Oh, HELL
no!� Jubilee snarled. She grabbed the
remains of her half eaten donut and pegged the girl in the back of the head
with it. Out of the corner of her eye,
she saw the librarian, who had just sat down with his coffee, stand. �Listen, girlie,� Jubilee said, stepping
closer, �You keep your nose out of other people�s business around here or might
get your pretty little ass in trouble.�
�You�re
looking at my ass?� the brunette sniped.
�Big lez��
Jubilee
narrowed her eyes. �If I was, trust me
honey, there�s not enough beer in the world to get me to go down on that shit.� Without further warning, she sent a spray of
plasma sparkles flying from her finger tips over the other girl�s head. It was meant to startle her but instead
seemed to trigger mass chaos. Instead of
a squeak and shout of surprise from the others in the room, like Jubilee had
expected, someone shouted �incoming� and the next thing she knew, part of a ham
sandwich was sliding down the front of her shirt. �WHO DID THAT?�
The
brunette did not respond narrowed her eyes, the bowl of dry cereal on the table
next to her rising up. Jubilee saw it
coming and ducked, wincing as she heard Mark behind her curse. �Stop it!� he shouted over the rising
din. Food was flying everywhere,
sometimes exploding or even forming intricate attack patterns and zeroing in on
intended victims, depending on who was in charge of that particular projectile. Mark dodged a soda can hurtling towards him
and jumped up onto a chair. He grabbed
Jubilee by the back of her coat, holding her in place when she tried to dive
into the fray. �You�re helping me in the
library all day,� he said for her ears only.
�After you clean this mess up.�
He resisted the urge to shake her and instead raised his voice to be
heard above the food fight. �I�m locking
the doors and you�re all cleaning this mess up!
HEY!� The other half of the ham sandwich
that had assaulted Jubilee bounced off his arm.
�Right. That does it.� He stepped off the chair and, pulling
Jubilee with him, marched to the only door leading from the dining room and
locked it. He turned and faced the
students, most of whom were still flinging the remains of lunch. �Go on then,� he said genially, raising a
brow. �Have at it. When you�re done, we�ll all clean this mess
up. By we I mean you.� He let go of Jubilee. �Library, one
pm,� he ordered, wandering back to the table where he had left his
coffee. He fished a potato chip from the
brew and sat down, sipping it as if he were not surrounded by a pigsty.
Jubilee
glared. �You watch too much Buffy,� she muttered, starting the clean
up operation by bending to pick up the remains of a rack of toast.
�And you
watch too much reality television, but I�ll save my rant on that for later.� Mark finished his coffee in one long sip and
stood. The students were slowly falling
to the clean up. He nodded mostly to
himself and picked his way over to the door.
�I�m sending someone in to keep an eye on this. Jubilee, an hour.� He ignored the muttered imprecations against
his parentage from some of the students and stepped out into the hall,
sighing. _No wonder I�ve never had kids,
_ he thought, albeit a shade guiltily.
He turned and began the short walk to the downstairs library, already
planning out the tasks he would set for Jubilee. There were still more shelves to stack and�
He paused. A blur shot across his
vision, into the library. �What the Hell�� He slowed his pace, waiting. Then it came.
A dull thud from inside the library.
He sprinted the last ten feet, skidding around the corner in time to see
a lanky blond youth getting to his feet, rubbing his forehead. He had apparently run into the new book case
Mark had installed just that morning, taking up a large portion of the unused
space in the middle of the room. �Can I
help you?�
Pietro turned, hissed a curse and was gone in a blur,
nearly knocking Mark over in the process.
�Well,� the
librarian said to no one in particular, �this place just keeps getting more and
more weird��

a/n Doctor Nightfall, he�ll be up next. I thought I could work him in but Jubilee
didn�t cooperate.

[1] All the
women who think that�
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