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Bellwether
By : Nemain
Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > General
Views: 4549 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men Evolution, or any of the characters from it. I make no money from from the writing of this story. -
Chapter List
- 1-Bellwether
- 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
- 30-30
- 31-31
- 32-32
- 33-33
- 34-35
- 35-36
- 36-36
- 37-37
- 38-38
- 39-39
- 40-40
- 41-41
- 42-42
- 43-44
- 44-45
- 45-46
- 46-47
- 47-48
- 48-49
- 49-50
- 50-51
- 51-52
- 52-53
- 53-54
- 54-Epilogue
- 55-Epilogue
Bellwether Chapter Two
Disclaimers ApplyA/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… No box yet… I think the post ate it. L InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink, Dracena and Greywolf are loverly for archiving/hosting. J ProPhile: Working on them even as I type. Kind of. Morgan: *glokestalk * Readers/Reviewers: Yeah, I just about give up on AFFN and updating… Moof. That said, thank you for reading and reviewing as you can!
Kitty jerked her uniform off her sweaty shoulders, wincing as it pulled on her skin. “Whoever decided this was the ideal fabric for wearing during physical exertion was smoking something they weren’t sharing,” she announced to the room at large, the rattling of the storage locker on the other side of the chest high wall dividing the space letting her know that she was not alone.
“It was a man,” Amara’s voice came back over the partition. “Only a man would think it a wise choice to dress someone in tight fabric that does not breathe in order to fight evil.[1]” She cursed softly under her breath as said uniform caught on the locker door, the material snagging on the metal lip of the unit.
“Ew. I hope it wasn’t the Professor. I really don’t like thinking of him thinking of us wearing these,” Kitty said after a brief hesitation, shuddering theatrically even though no one could see her. “Or Logan. Ew…”
“Or Logan ew what?” Jubilee dropped her duffle bag on the bench by the door, barely stifling a yawn as she pulled her t-shirt over her head, exposing her bare breasts to Kitty in the process. “Oh, don’t blush. Not like you don’t have a rack yourself,” she chided, seeing Kitty’s abashed expression.
“I don’t go flashing my ra..er, breasts!” Kitty turned her back to Jubilee and fumbled with the clasp on the bra she wore beneath her uniform, one that she hated but kept things from bouncing around painfully. She heard Jubilee snort and felt compelled to add, “I’m not a prude, you know… I just have no urge to see my friends topless.”
“I don’t know what’s up with you lately, Kit,” the younger mutant shot back, “but you’ve been really twitchy lately. Before you went off to the university, you didn’t act half this prim.” Jubilee slid easily into her skin-tight uniform, zipping it up in the silence that fell over the locker room. “Are you trying to overcompensate for being a bad girl?”
“Kitty,” Amara announced, rounding the partition to sit on the bench and put her shoes on, “is always a good girl. She would not do anything overtly bad, as you put it, because it would make her head explode. Or something.”
Mildly offended, Kitty straightened, ignoring Jubilee’s laugh as she headed for the Danger Room and her turn with the sims. “I’m not a goody two shoes,” she stated firmly, glaring at Amara.
“What do shoes have to do with it?” the Nova Roman mused, smoothing her hair back into a ponytail before twisting it into a loose knot at the nape of her neck. “You’re just… a good girl.” The smile she tacked on to the end of the statement was not so much conciliatory as placating. “Nothing wrong with that. I suppose.”
Kitty felt the annoyance rising in her breast but she could not stop it. “I’m not some…some…stuck up bitch!” She slammed her locker shut, some part of her making a mental note to come back later and get her sweaty uniform out before it marinated, and turned on Amara. “Have you not BEEN here for all of the things I’ve done? The plans? The machinations?” She frowned, tilting her head to one side. “Did I just say machinations? Never mind,” she shook her head, waving the thought off with one hand as if it were a fly buzzing around her face. “The point is, I’m not a goody two shoes.”
“I believe you,” Amara said archly, rising to her full, if not considerable, height. “I have a date with Lance in an hour so you must excuse me—I have supplies to gather.”
Working hard to keep the mental image of what supplies Amara could possibly be referring to from springing into her mind, Kitty grabbed up her bag, jerking her uniform out of the closed locker before turning towards the door. “Gah! Jean!” The red haired woman was standing just inside the locker room door, arms folded over her middle and quiet as the grave. “How long have you been standing there?”
“Since the rack portion of the conversation,” she admitted with the faintest hint of a smile. “I wanted to give you time to change before dragging you off to duty.” She pushed away from the wall and raked her slightly shaking fingers through her thick, Titian hair. Noticing the direction of Kitty’s gaze, Jean dropped her hand and tucked it into her pocket, the scrub pants she was wearing bagging on her slender form. They were the smallest size the company made and they were already hanging loose on her, making Scott heap her plate with extra mashed potatoes at dinner and make subtle comments about getting more rest, eating better and taking some time off from the clinic if not from school.
“What duty?” Kitty finally asked, tearing her eyes away from where Jean’s hands had been and meeting her own pointed look. “Classes don’t start for two weeks so I have no school work, I did the kitchen stuff, I weeded the herb garden and I just did my Danger Room stuff… OH! And I defragged all the computer systems and I ran a new scenario for the security systems based on the past three months.” She smiled proudly, particularly pleased with the last as it had given her a good idea for an entirely new security system, something she wanted to present to the Professor when he returned and ask if she could have permission to design and implement it herself.
“Ah, you’re going to be Shi’ar sitting,” Jean smiled semi-apologetically. “There’s a shuffle going on and Logan can’t monitor tonight so it’s your charge.” Stifling a yawn, Jean added, “It’s only for a few hours. Don’t look so upset!”
“The Shi’ar!” Kitty’s face wore a look of repulsion and annoyance. “Jean, I get a terrible feeling from him! Don’t make me do this!” She dropped her bag and rushed to Jean’s side, grasping her friend’s shoulder in her near-desperation. “I can’t sit down there with him!”
“Kitty, calm down!” Jean extricated herself from Kitty’s grasp and laid her hands calmly on the sides of Kitty’s face. “You sit in the security monitoring room and just watch the screens until Logan comes to relieve you, okay? That’s all. Take a book or your iPod…” She gave Kitty a gentle push towards the door.
“What’s Logan up to then?” Kitty demanded, grabbing up her bag again and pausing halfway through the door. “Why can’t he do this?”
Jean’s lips were parted as if she were about to say something, but she smiled suddenly, shrugging. “No idea. He didn’t tell me.” Damn me for a liar.
A/N Next chapter… smut.
[1] This is a running joke for the Boob Squad… ;)- You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
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