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Bellwether	By : Nemain Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > General Views: 4549 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Bellwether
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- 54-Epilogue
- 55-Epilogue
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Bellwether Chapter Twenty

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Theresa rose unsteadily to her feet. Her legs were cramping from being crossed for so long and her back ached. Screw the nonsense about hard chairs being good for your posture, she thought in annoyance. She would rather slouch and be comfortable than sit up straight and feel as if her spine had been replaced with a steel rod. Juggernaut had been gone for a long time�she guessed it was over three hours but she was not terribly sure; her watch had gone missing somewhere between Boston and her current location. The night cycle lights had come on and the day cycle had been cut some time after her dinner tray had been removed, casting the cell, as she had come to decide it was, in a crimson glow. The space had not changed while she had been dozing. The table remained bolted to the floor, the sing remained firmly attached to the wall, and no miraculous tools or other implements of freedom had appeared. �Bugger,� she sighed for what seemed like the millionth time. She supposed she could try screaming again but all that had done was echo off the brushed metal walls for what felt like an interminable period of time before finally fading into a register she could not hear, the vibrations rushing along their way to other kinetic purposes. If she closed her eyes, she could feel movement around her and beneath her, the deep thumpings of generators working far below her feet, sending their greatly muted sounds through the entire space. She imagined that they must be deep within a mountain or isolated in some other way�she doubted that a facility such as this would go unnoticed in a populated area. �I took stock,� she breathed, her voice surprising her with it�s harsh tone. �Now what?�
Moira could not sleep. She lay on her bed�not much more than a cot in the small room behind her private laboratory�and stared at the red-tinged ceiling. She really hated the night cycle lights, no matter how good they were supposed to be at preserving vision. She rolled onto her side, the bed creaking beneath her, and winced as she heard the heavy thump of Juggernaut�s feet hitting the floor in her office, the huge mutant getting up to check on her. It was not out of concern, she thought with more than a touch of anger, but out of possessiveness. She was now in the employ, whether she liked it or not, of forces she did not agree with. She was being used, forced� Moira closed her eyes as the door slid open. She forced her breathing to remain calm and steady, slow as she could manage without actually holding her breath between exhalations. Juggernaut did not move; she could feel his eyes on her, staring, waiting. _Damn it� _ Stretching, she yawned widely and opened her eyes a slit. �Yes?�

�You getting up?�

�Not for several more hours� is there an emergency? Is it the girl?� She sat up, not having to feign the worried tone in her voice. She had yet to really meet the teenager�she had been kept in the specially prepared room, isolated from the guards and all but Juggernaut himself since she had come awake. Moira had heard the scream though, filtered through rock and steel. It had made her head ache and bones feel as if they were about to break from the sheer sound of it. As quickly as the scream had started, it had ended, but for hours afterwards, her fillings ached. She had feared the girl was dead, killed in a fit of temper, but a surreptitious check of the monitors later showed her slight, blonde figure curled into a fetal position on the metal cot bolted to the wall of the cell. �Is she ill?� She had not been eating, Moira knew. The food had all come back untouched. �What did you drug her with? She might be having an allergic reaction� those can be delayed sometimes, depending on the��

�Shut. Up.� Juggernaut flipped the switch to override the night cycle lights in Moira�s rooms, blinking back the irritation the suddenly bright lights caused his eyes. �Black Tom wants to talk to you. Now.�

Moira slid to her feet, tugging on her lab coat unhurriedly. �It�s three in the morning. Can it wait?� She already knew the answer but she was striving to buy some time.

�No,� Juggernaut answered flatly, standing aside to let Moira pass. He was none too happy about being awoken at the same ungodly hour but he knew it was a necessity. Theresa�s absence was not going to be ignored and it was only a matter of time before her guardians stateside sent someone for her. He would not be surprised if they were creeping up on them even now, he thought with a wry smile. It would feel good, he mused, to stretch his limbs. He needed to move, needed to let off some of the steam threatening to burst his calm exterior.

Moira did not look at him as she passed but she felt the agitation radiating off of him as surely as if she were empathic herself. With a barely suppressed shudder, she made her way into the lab and headed directly for her lap top. �Send him in here, then, if he�s so anxious to see what he�s commissioned that he can�t wait until proper morning.�

�Don�t order me about, miss,� a lilting, deep brogue shot through the room. �I�m not much on being ordered.� Black Tom unfolded himself from the uncomfortable chair he had been sitting in, raking a careless gaze over Moira�s sleep-rumpled form. �I understand you have something here I�ve been seeking for a long while now�� His glance flickered over the lap top and the test tube rack next to it, each vile full of some clear yellow fluid. �That looks vile.�

�That,� she snapped, �is rubbish. I haven�t completed the sequencing yet. All I have is preliminary�� she gasped as Black Tom�s hand came up to grip her chin tightly, sending a ratcheting pain through her jaw. She tried to twist away but he would not release her, forcing her to meet his gaze as he smiled slowly.

�Not that mess, you silly bint. Theresa. Where. Is. Theresa?�
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