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20
PERFECTLY NORMAL CHAPTER TWENTY
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta…Okay, I THINK the box is legal now lol. InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink, Dracena and Greywolf are loverly and wondermous for archiving/hosting. ProPhile: Have a silver star, just because. Morgan: *stalks not so stalkily* Readers/Reviewers: Thanks for reading and reviewing as you can! AFFN is supposed to be back up tomorrow so I HOPE to catch up on posting chapters there soon!
He knew it was impossible, but Kurt felt like his holo was making his skin itch. It was lunch time and the smell of the huge bowls of macaroni and cheese was making his stomach roil. The lunch was oddly subdued; instead of the usual loud, almost raucous chatter and clanging of silverware and thud of books as people threw down backpacks and armfuls of work, everyone was verging on solicitous, taking their seats with a minimum of fuss, not arguing over who got to sit next to who. The usual verging-on-a-riot feel of lunch at the Institute was muted by the presence of the documentary crew, making notes and murmuring into hand held recorders. One of them moved between the tables with a hand held camera, apparently using the skills he learned at the Blair Witch School of Film.[1] Kurt shifted uncomfortably, picking at the plate of food before him as Brian, the apparent leader of the crew, wandered by, murmuring into his recorder about the ‘communal gathering time mid-day…’. Kurt snorted and took a huge bite of his sandwich, eliciting a smirk from Jubilee, sitting diagonal from him at the table. He felt the faintest twinge of guilt looking at her, remembering their seeking warmth and acceptance in each other, but she did not seem to be affected similarly. Instead, she flicked a crumb of bread at him and made a face, crossing her eyes and sticking out her tongue. “Nice,” he said, rolling his eyes heavenward. “Your face will stick like that.”
“Nah,” Jubilee shrugged, taking a big bite of her own sandwich, “I’m too cute to suffer.” She glanced sideways at Rogue, picking at the macaroni and cheese congealing on her plate and shot Kurt a significant look. “I need to hurry up and get back to Bea..Doctor McCoy’s office. I’m supposed to…help him with something.” She took another, smaller bite of her sandwich, not tasting it as nervous jitters made her mouth dry out. “Want to help?”
Rogue’s head jerked up and she glared briefly at them both. “Y’all sure you wanna go off alone?” She shoved a lump of the rapidly cooling mac and cheese around on her plate as if it were therapy. “You know what happened last time.”
Kurt stiffened, his lips curling into a frown, almost a snarl, but Jubilee beat him to a response. “Shut up, Rogue. You don’t know shit about what went on and it’s in the past now. Just drop it.” She stabbed viscously at her side salad, her eyes narrowed as she bit savagely at the lettuce on her fork.
“Don’t start a food fight,” Rogue replied tartly. “Not on camera.” She nibbled the edge of a tomato slice delicately, looking away from Jubilee and Kurt entirely. She was in the mood for an argument and she could not help it; she said the words before she could stop herself, picking the fight her subconscious wanted to have. She needed the release of an argument, a good all out verbal fight. She was mad and could not yell at the people she was really angry with so, apparently, she thought with a spark of regret as Kurt gave her a look that was both pitying and annoyed.
Jubilee stood suddenly, grabbing her plate and glass without another word. She slid Kurt another glance and left, taking her dishes to the kitchen, nearly running into one of the documentary crew on the way. The college student made a beeline for Kurt and Rogue then, making them both groan. “Rogue, I don’t know what’s got into you,” Kurt muttered, gathering his own plate and glass then, standing and bending low so she could hear him, “but I’m going to pretend you didn’t say those things and later, we’ll be fine. Right?” She did not nod or even look at him but, for one second, he could have sworn regret flickered in her features. He sighed and turned, finding himself face to face with the one he remembered was called Jacob. “Can I help you?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” he smiled, pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. “You know Kitty Pryde?” This was the one that had been pointed out to him, he was sure of it. “You’re Kurt Wagner, right?”
Kurt felt hideously naked all of a sudden. Panic began to creep upwards in his spine. The camera was on him, even though it was several yards away. They knew, at least in part, about his private life with Kitty and more than that, he realized with a twinge of sheer fear, his holo was about to go out. The watch like device on his wrist was warm and he felt a tiny shock, a clear indication the thing was about to fritz on him. “Ja, I know her but I can’t talk now…” He tried to start forward but Jacob slid in to place to stop him.
“I’m supposed to interview her later but I wanted to get some background info beforehand… Just to be prepared,” he added, dipping his head as if in embarrassment.
Kurt growled under his breath. The holo watch shocked him again, this time more painfully, and he could smell the faint stench of burned fur. “I really cannot talk right now…” He heard a soft gasp behind him and all of a sudden, Rogue was at his back, not touching him but close. “Um…”
“We have to go now,” she said in clipped tones, her gloved hand coming to rest on Kurt’s shoulder and pushing him forward, past the college students and towards the kitchen. “Don’t look now,” she whispered, so close he could feel the brush of her clothing on his bare arms, “but your tail is showing!”
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[1] Blair Witch Project, which some people found scary and launched a new spate of urban legends, was known for it’s shaky, hand-held camera work. Made me motion sick. __________________________________________________
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta…Okay, I THINK the box is legal now lol. InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink, Dracena and Greywolf are loverly and wondermous for archiving/hosting. ProPhile: Have a silver star, just because. Morgan: *stalks not so stalkily* Readers/Reviewers: Thanks for reading and reviewing as you can! AFFN is supposed to be back up tomorrow so I HOPE to catch up on posting chapters there soon!
He knew it was impossible, but Kurt felt like his holo was making his skin itch. It was lunch time and the smell of the huge bowls of macaroni and cheese was making his stomach roil. The lunch was oddly subdued; instead of the usual loud, almost raucous chatter and clanging of silverware and thud of books as people threw down backpacks and armfuls of work, everyone was verging on solicitous, taking their seats with a minimum of fuss, not arguing over who got to sit next to who. The usual verging-on-a-riot feel of lunch at the Institute was muted by the presence of the documentary crew, making notes and murmuring into hand held recorders. One of them moved between the tables with a hand held camera, apparently using the skills he learned at the Blair Witch School of Film.[1] Kurt shifted uncomfortably, picking at the plate of food before him as Brian, the apparent leader of the crew, wandered by, murmuring into his recorder about the ‘communal gathering time mid-day…’. Kurt snorted and took a huge bite of his sandwich, eliciting a smirk from Jubilee, sitting diagonal from him at the table. He felt the faintest twinge of guilt looking at her, remembering their seeking warmth and acceptance in each other, but she did not seem to be affected similarly. Instead, she flicked a crumb of bread at him and made a face, crossing her eyes and sticking out her tongue. “Nice,” he said, rolling his eyes heavenward. “Your face will stick like that.”
“Nah,” Jubilee shrugged, taking a big bite of her own sandwich, “I’m too cute to suffer.” She glanced sideways at Rogue, picking at the macaroni and cheese congealing on her plate and shot Kurt a significant look. “I need to hurry up and get back to Bea..Doctor McCoy’s office. I’m supposed to…help him with something.” She took another, smaller bite of her sandwich, not tasting it as nervous jitters made her mouth dry out. “Want to help?”
Rogue’s head jerked up and she glared briefly at them both. “Y’all sure you wanna go off alone?” She shoved a lump of the rapidly cooling mac and cheese around on her plate as if it were therapy. “You know what happened last time.”
Kurt stiffened, his lips curling into a frown, almost a snarl, but Jubilee beat him to a response. “Shut up, Rogue. You don’t know shit about what went on and it’s in the past now. Just drop it.” She stabbed viscously at her side salad, her eyes narrowed as she bit savagely at the lettuce on her fork.
“Don’t start a food fight,” Rogue replied tartly. “Not on camera.” She nibbled the edge of a tomato slice delicately, looking away from Jubilee and Kurt entirely. She was in the mood for an argument and she could not help it; she said the words before she could stop herself, picking the fight her subconscious wanted to have. She needed the release of an argument, a good all out verbal fight. She was mad and could not yell at the people she was really angry with so, apparently, she thought with a spark of regret as Kurt gave her a look that was both pitying and annoyed.
Jubilee stood suddenly, grabbing her plate and glass without another word. She slid Kurt another glance and left, taking her dishes to the kitchen, nearly running into one of the documentary crew on the way. The college student made a beeline for Kurt and Rogue then, making them both groan. “Rogue, I don’t know what’s got into you,” Kurt muttered, gathering his own plate and glass then, standing and bending low so she could hear him, “but I’m going to pretend you didn’t say those things and later, we’ll be fine. Right?” She did not nod or even look at him but, for one second, he could have sworn regret flickered in her features. He sighed and turned, finding himself face to face with the one he remembered was called Jacob. “Can I help you?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” he smiled, pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. “You know Kitty Pryde?” This was the one that had been pointed out to him, he was sure of it. “You’re Kurt Wagner, right?”
Kurt felt hideously naked all of a sudden. Panic began to creep upwards in his spine. The camera was on him, even though it was several yards away. They knew, at least in part, about his private life with Kitty and more than that, he realized with a twinge of sheer fear, his holo was about to go out. The watch like device on his wrist was warm and he felt a tiny shock, a clear indication the thing was about to fritz on him. “Ja, I know her but I can’t talk now…” He tried to start forward but Jacob slid in to place to stop him.
“I’m supposed to interview her later but I wanted to get some background info beforehand… Just to be prepared,” he added, dipping his head as if in embarrassment.
Kurt growled under his breath. The holo watch shocked him again, this time more painfully, and he could smell the faint stench of burned fur. “I really cannot talk right now…” He heard a soft gasp behind him and all of a sudden, Rogue was at his back, not touching him but close. “Um…”
“We have to go now,” she said in clipped tones, her gloved hand coming to rest on Kurt’s shoulder and pushing him forward, past the college students and towards the kitchen. “Don’t look now,” she whispered, so close he could feel the brush of her clothing on his bare arms, “but your tail is showing!”
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[1] Blair Witch Project, which some people found scary and launched a new spate of urban legends, was known for it’s shaky, hand-held camera work. Made me motion sick. __________________________________________________