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Bits and Pieces Chapter Twenty One
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Emma rubbed
circles on her temples with her fingertips.
It was a useless effort to stem the rising headache but it was all she
could do for the moment. The scotch was
too far away for easy access and she was too busy fighting her way through
clamoring mutants to bring it to herself comfortably. “I just need to speak with Charles,” she said
sharply. Her voice cut through the questions and attention seeking new students
who seemed to think she was some sort of fairy princess, at least that was the
image she picked up from one or two who looked about six years old.
Kitty,
tying her bathrobe securely about her waist, stood halfway down the
stairs. “He’s in his study, I
think. He came back from the hospital
around eight and he hasn’t been out since...”
She came down a few more steps and Emma saw Kurt behind her at the top
of the stairs. He was wearing his
uniform, she noticed, and she had the distinct feeling he was uneasy. “I thought you guys were going to be here
earlier.”
Emma smiled
tightly. “So did I. Are the guest rooms
ready?” She gestured behind her to
indicate Jono, Paige, Sam and Theresa.
“Sean is getting bags from the car.”
“Bags?”
Kurt asked over Kitty shoulder. “Moving
back in?”
“None of
your business,” Emma replied shortly.
“Help Sean with the bags and show them to the guest rooms. And you,” she pointed to one of the younger
students, staring up at her, “blink once in a while. Your eyes are going to dry
out!”
Professor
Xavier did not open his eyes as Emma shut the door to his study behind her. He pointed to the sideboard where the scotch
was already poured into the proper glass and the bottle was open, waiting to be
used again. “It’s not her heart,” he
said after a moment.
Emma
sighed. “I know. I can feel it now, here… It’s not those Shi’ar
either. This isn’t a call for
help.” She took a sip of the alcohol and
frowned. “Are you alright, Charles?”
He shook
his head, opening his eyes to look at her in the dimness. “Not as such.
Whatever is with her… it wants a home.”
He reached for his own drink then, the ice having long since melted and
watering down the Glenfiddich. He held
the glass in his hands and stared into the pale depths, frowning again
himself. “I could not reach her… it was
like she was cut off from the world… Her body is trying to fight it but she’s
not strong enough. She’s been sick, and
under stress…”
Emma sighed
and took another sip of her drink, feeling it burn smoothly down her throat and
spreading through her stomach and veins.
“I don’t know what it is anymore than you do, Charles, but I’d like to
see her. I might be able to get
something that you can’t…”
He was not
sure if he resented the implication that he was unable to detect something with
his powers but he let it slide.
“Visiting hours start at nine. They’re
moving her to the city tomorrow afternoon if there’s no change overnight. Scott
stayed with her.” He finished his watery
scotch in one long draught. “She’s
dying, Emma.”
Emma
blinked, setting her drink down on the small cigarette table next to the
Chippendale chair in which she sat. “She
might just be closing off, trying to cocoon and heal, Charles.” She leaned forward, reaching for his arm and
falling short. She settled for his knee
instead, resting her fingers on his leg in what she hoped was a comforting
gesture. “You know it can happen… You’ve
done it yourself.”
“This is
different. There’s no sign of her in
there… If she were cocooning, as you
call it, she would at least recognize me and her husband…” He shook his head and moved away from Emma,
his wheels squeaking thinly. “I need to
sleep. The guest rooms are prepared… You
have the one near the upstairs library.”
She nodded,
standing. “Thank you.” She waited until he was at the door before
adding, “Charles, we’ll help her.”
He shifted,
looking at her over his shoulder. “I
know you didn’t come all the way out here just to see her… you were on your way
before you knew. What’s wrong, Emma?”
“It can
wait,” she smiled faintly. “This is more
important.”
Professor
Xavier’s brows went up. “Emma Frost
exhibiting altruism… maybe it really is the end of the world.”
Todd leaned
out the window, exhaling a lungful of herbal smoke into the night air. “Dude… this stuff sucks…”
“Yeah,
well… Bayville ain’t exactly a hotbed of the good stuff,” Lance shrugged,
pressing the sticky green stuff down into the bowl of the small metal pipe he
held in one hand. “Amara’s gonna skin me
alive if she finds out I’m doing this again.”
“Still, you
mean,” Todd coughed. “You never
stopped.”
“Keep it
down, okay? She’s got ears like a
lynx!” Lance fumbled with his lighter
for a moment before getting the bowl going.
“Doesn’t Rogue care that you do it?”
Todd
shrugged. “She said if I get arrested,
she’s gonna pretend she doesn’t know me.
And I can’t do stuff with her if I’ve been smoking…” He grinned sheepishly. “She’s in bed and it’s not a safe time so…
taa daa!”
Lance
snorted, holding the deep draught of smoke in his lungs as his eyes watered
slightly. Finally, he leaned out the window
and exhaled in a rush, closing his eyes as the cloud of smoke drifted into the
night. “Do you think Jean’s gonna die?”
“Nah,” Todd
opined, debating smoking another bowl or saving it for the next time. “I think she’s just real sick… She can’t die anyway. She’s too young.”
“Dude, you
know it doesn’t work like that.”
“Let me
live in my delusions, yo, and you can live in yours.”
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