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We Can Explain…Chapter Twenty Two (NC-17)
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Kitty
closed her eyes and clung tightly to Kurt, Rogue’s fingers twisting onto her
shirt fabric as the other girl towered behind her. “Kurt,” Kitty said steadily, much to her own surprise, “I’ll
phase us all when they come through the door…”
She swallowed the bile rising in her throat and willed her hands to stop
shaking. She had hastily gone over
everything they could possibly be ‘in trouble’ for in her mind and came up
blank. “I paid for the room,” she
muttered. She had a sudden vision of
the camera crew from _Cops _ [1]on
the other side of her door and her mother, in Chicago, saying to all and sundry
“See? That’s why we disowned her!” She did not even want to think of what Logan
would say if he saw her getting arrested on television…
Kurt shook
his head. “Nein, Katzchen. Just wait for it. When I say, run…” He
could feel her pressed against him, her fingers digging into his upper arm. “Let go a little, Liebes. I can’t move fast if you’re hanging onto
me.”
Rogue’s
voice, only slightly breathy with fear, was almost swallowed by the sound of
the wood of the door starting to splinter.
“Kurt, the only way I’m runnin’ from here is if I’m chasin’
someone!” She tightened her grip on
Kitty’s shirt and stiffened her spin.
“And they ain’t gonna get away.”
Kurt
sighed. He really did know better than
to think he could have gotten them to keep themselves clear of danger, but he
had to try. His sense of protectiveness
demanded it. “Okay then…just…just
please don’t get killed!” The door
cracked loudly, overlapping his last statement. He felt like he was on a rollercoaster, poised at the top of the
drop but then he car sticks. His
adrenaline was pumping and, combined with his earlier adventure, this made Kurt
feel decidedly ill. He prayed that he
would not throw up in front of Kitty, much less their suddenly silent
intruders. “Hello?” he hazarded after a
moment of tense silence. The door was
obviously broken, a ragged crack in the wood allowing a tiny sliver of waning
sunlight into the room. “Polizei?”[2]
Kitty burst
into nervous giggles, unable to stem the flow even when she clamped her hand
over her mouth and Rogue pinched her back.
Hard. “We’re dead, aren’t we?”
she gasped, pulling away from Kurt and Rogue and collapsing onto the bed in a
heap of breathless laughter and fearful tears.
“This is Hell. It’s because I
missed services last Purim. Or wait…it’s because of that time I broke Lance’s
bike when we were ten and I told him it was Charles Morton who did it!”
“Kitty, get
a grip,” Rogue snapped, glad to have something to vent at, even if it was
unfair to Kitty. “If this were Hell,
I’d be in Abercrombie and Fitch with Britney Spears and George W. Bush!”
Kurt rolled
his eyes, exhaling shakily. He knelt in
front of Kitty, still tensed in case some one finally did come through the
broken door, and said quietly, “Katzchen, calm down. You’re going to hyperventilate.
If you do that, I will get upset.
If I get upset, then I shed. I
know you hate it when I shed…” He
purposefully kept his voice gentle and almost self-mocking, hoping to make her
calm down. It seemed to have the
reverse effect, though, when she burst into full fledged sobs. “Liebes, bitte!” He grabbed her forearms, shaking her slightly. “Calm down, please!” he insisted. “Kitty, we can get out of this, ja? We’ve had worse…” He ignored Rogue’s choked snort and pressed on. “You survived Magneto, survived depression,
survived…just survived. This is
nothing!” He smiled in what he hoped
was an encouraging manner, jumping slightly when the door cracked a little
more, seemingly without outside assistance.
“Kurt,” she
said slowly, taking long breaths to calm herself, “we don’t know what *this *
is! We don’t even have the first fucking clue!” Notes of hysteria climbed back into her voice as she went on. “First you start acting all jealous
like…like Cave Kurt or something, then you get sick, now…now this! What the Hell is THIS anyway? How can you say that…”
Her rant
was cut off sharply by Rogue. “Yellow
eyes,” she practically shouted, her face turning pink in either frustration or
agitation, Kurt was not sure. “Yellow
eyes!” she repeated, looking at Kurt wildly.
“Was? What about them?” He rocked back, releasing Kitty’s arms. “Mine?”
“No,” Rogue
insisted, the color fading from her face as quickly as it had risen.
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