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We Cxplaxplain… Chapter Twenty One (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta…the Tims have been
awfully quiet…*eyes muses * Is
that…duct tape? InterNutter, TC,
Maxwell Pink and Dracena get glomps and marshmallowy muse goodness for
archiving/hosting. J ProPhile gets naked muses to tide him over
until nex next smut scene, lol. Morgan:
*belly dance glomp * Readers/Reviewers: Thanks!!!!!!!!! And another *glomp * for ReiMars, keeper of the Killer Kitties
™. ;)
“He can’t
be gone,” Rogue repeated for whaemedemed like the millionth time in less than
ten minutes.
“Forgive
me, Rogue, but klappe!” Kurt rubbed at
his forehead in distraction. He was not
up to full strength and felt a rare and painful migraine coming on thanks to a
combination of the events of the day and lack of proper nutrition on top of
this. “He can’t have vanished…”
Kitty was
on the verge of tears, biting her lip to hold back. A year or so before, she would not have imagined even giving the
world’s slightest damn about Todd in any way, shape, or form, but now she found
herself huddled over a knot of worry in her stomach, her fingers shaking as she
gripped her knees tightly. “He can’t…he
can’t teleport can he? I mean…could this be a new mutation for him?”
Kurt shook
his head vehemently, dropping into a crouch at the spot Todd vanished. “I don’t
think that was teleporting…he was seeing something before he disappeared.” He rubbed the carpet as if it would yield
clues through touch. Instead, it only
felt sticky. Surreptitiously, he wiped
his fingers on his pants and seemed to just then notice his inducer, still
disguising him as fleshy. He sighed and
shut it off, fading to near shadow in the darkened space between the bed and
the wall. “Kitty, try calling the house
again, Rogue…”
“Kurt,” his
half sister broke in, sounding flat and emotionless, “what is the Professor
going to do? We’re stuck here. We have no idea how we got here. Todd fucking VANISHES right in front of
us…” She closed her eyes and rubbed an
absent hand across her eyes. “Fuck.”
Kitty,
already dialing the mansion, paused.
“What’s wrong with your hand?”
She replaced the receiver in the cradle distractedly, her eyes fixed on
Rogue’s hand. “That looks…bad…”
“Kitty,”
Kurt sighed, “call the house and…oh…Mein Gott, Rogue are you okay?” He grabbed for her clothed wrist before she
could hide her hand. “Katzchen, turn on the overhead light, bitte…” He bent over Rogue’s red hand and hissed a
breath. “Rogue, what did you *do *?”
Her hand
was swollen and brilliant red, streaked with white as if in the throes of a bad
infection. A small lump at the base of
her index finger seemed to throb visibly.
“Nothin’,” she insisted, trying to snatch her hand back. “We need to worry about Todd, not my damn
hand!”
Kitty
joined Kurt in examining Rogue’s hand, the knot in her belly growing hot and
painful. “Rogue, I think we need to
take you to a hospital. That doesn’t look right at all…I think it might need to
be drained.” She could not believe how
calm her own voice sounded, despite the sensory overload she was
experiencing. Trying to decide between
finding Todd or seeing to Rogue’s hand was a choice Kitty was not in the right
frame of mind to make and she mentally, briefly, cursed them both for making a
bad day worse. She closed her eyes and
took a slow breath that felt like an eternity, shame rising in her breast for
thinking such things about her friends, and she continued, at Rogue’s mutinous
growl, “If you really don’t want to go…I could try to drain it here.”
Rogue
succeeded in snatching her hand back from Kurt. “No one is gonna drain anything.
It’s just a spider bite or something…” Her nervousness was writ plain on
her face though and colored her voice with a tremor. “Please…Todd…” She folded
her fingers over her palm with a wince, searching her pockets for her
glove. “Damn it, where the Hell…”
Kitty and
Kurt exchanged glances that contained volumes of unspoken words. Kitty finally nodded. “Right.
I’ll cahe hhe house again.” She
looked once more at Rogue, who had sat down on bed bed and was murmuring
something to herself just beneath Kitty’s hearing. “If no one answers,” she began, only to have Kurt cut her off.
“Then try
Jean’s cell phone. If that doesn’t pick
up, start dialing all the private lines in the house and try Tabby and Wanda
and Dr Reyes’s office.” His voice was
brisk and authoritative, his motions clipped as he moved to the bathroom to get
the cup of rusty water, now settled to sediment, and bring it back to
Rogue. “It’s not very cold and I don’t
know where the ice machine is here, but maybe this will help cool it off…”
Rogue glowered
and took the cup. “Heat means it’s getting’
better… least that’s what they used to tell me as a kid[1],”
she added sotto voce. She rose and
peered at the water with a frown. “It’s
dirty.”
“It’s just
minerals,” Kitty said as she listened to the unending ring of the phone in her
ear. “It won’t hurt you.” She tried to sound reassuring. “Shit… no one is answering at home…” She frowned and punched in Jean’s cel
number. “I have a really hinky feeling
about this…”
Everyone
jumped at the sudden, staccato knock on the door. “Who is it?” Kurt hissed.
Kitty
shrugged. “How would I know?” pan>pan>She pressed the phone against her chest, the
tinny ringing noise muffled by her flesh.
Rogue
sighed. “Maybe it’s Todd?” She shook her head at her own hopefulness. “Probably
housekeeping.”
The knock
fell again. Kurt took a deep breath and
rose to his feet, turning on his image inducer as he walked slowly towards the
door. “Who is it?” He stood, one hand poised on the knob,
motioning for Kitty and Rogue to get behind him. As they hurried to do so, he called again, “I said, ‘Who is it?’!”
A female
voice from the other side of the door responded finally with “Tucson
Police. Open the door and come out with
your hands up…”
A/N This “recall” will be done in ch. 22, then on to the
others!
[1] I always
used to hear, “If it’s hot, that means your body’s fightin’ off the infection,”
which is true but…owie.
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