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21
PERFECTLY NORMAL CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… *sore yet annoyed* And that’s not a bad thing, oddly enough… InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink, Dracena and Greywolf are loverly and wondermous for archiving/hosting. ProPhile: So…yeah… lol. Readers/Reviewers: Thank you so much for reading/reviewing as you can! The Killer Kitties appreciate it. Keeps ‘em from shredding things.
“What are you lot doing in here?” Mark peered over the top of the file cabinet nearest his desk, his armful of library records clutched carefully to his chest. “You’re supposed to be in fifth period. Except for you,” he shifted his gaze to Scott. “You’re supposed to be in the gym.” He had made it a point to keep track of schedules, mainly to cut down on illicit library visits between or instead of classes. The first week he was at the Institute, he spent more time shooing students to class and other duties than he spent organizing the mess that was the library. The handful of slightly guilty expressions returning his gaze made him set down his stack of folders and step around the cabinet. “Who did what and how difficult will it be to fix?” he asked on a sigh. “And is it on film?”
“I don’t know,” Kurt groaned, his head dropping to rest on the polished surface of the study table. “Maybe.”
Rogue sighed and rubbed at her temples with the tips of her fingers. “His holo is fritzing,” she said plainly. “His tail started showing at lunch. I think I hustled him out in time…” She glanced almost surreptitiously at Kurt’s backside, visible through the slats in the back of the chair, and sighed. “You’ve gotta take that watch off before it burns a hole in your skin, hon.”
Kurt shook his head, never lifting it from the table. “Nein…”
“I’ll lock up the library,” Mark said firmly, striding to the door and turning the bolts so that no one else could except Kitty, if she were so motivated. “There’s no one in here but us—and yes, I know that for sure. Kurt, off with the holo.” When the young mutant did not move, Mark made a tsking noise and started for him.
“I’ll get it,” Scott said with more than a hint of frustration in his tone. “Give me your arm, Kurt.” He did not wait for his order to be obeyed, reaching for Kurt’s arm and unfastening the holo watch as quickly as he could manage. A burned spot was already showing on Kurt’s arm, an angry purple circle, bare of fur, between the two bones in his wrist. “Shit,” Scott hissed. “That’s going to leave a scar.”
Rogue pressed her fingers to her lips, the corners of her eyes crimping in sympathetic, pained worry. “You need to let Beast see that,” she murmured. “Maybe he can put something on it… doesn’t it hurt?”
“Ja,” Kurt said, his voice soft. “But I’ll heal.” He sat up then, looking down at his burned arm. “Now I need a new holo… Where’s Forge when you need him?”
Mark cleared his throat gently, moving closer to peer at Kurt’s arm and assess the damage. “Boston, I believe. He wanted a break from New York for a while. Rogue, go down to Beast’s office and make sure the coast is clear for Kurt to teleport. It wouldn’t do to have that film crew wandering about in there when he arrives.” He laid a friendly but firm hand on Kurt’s shoulder. “Come on, before it really starts to hurt.”
Scott frowned, standing as Kurt did. “I’ll try to find out if they caught it on tape,” he sighed. “That’s not something they’d keep quiet about, I don’t think.”
“Bitte,” Kurt said suddenly, “don’t tell Kitty, okay?” He gave Scott an almost pleading look before turning the same expression on Mark and Rogue. “She’s got enough to worry about.”
Rogue’s worried expression became one of pure annoyance. “Kurt, this ain’t exactly going to be a state secret. I’m pretty sure enough people saw your tail to get the rumor mill going. And you ain’t got any place protecting Kitty from worry. She’s a big girl, she can deal with it. She’s not as emo as all that.”
Mark raised a brow at her but did not comment, despite Scott’s soft snort of derisive amusement. “Rogue, use the phone in Beast’s office to call up here as soon as you find out.” The Southern girl nodded firmly, following Scott from the library in short order. Mark hurriedly locked the door behind them, turning and leaning his back against it. “Now, Kurt…”
“Are you going out with Mystique tonight?” he asked apropos of nothing. “I heard her talking to Magneto earlier…saying she had plans…” He sighed faintly, trying not to look at his wrist and think about how much it hurt.
“Spying are we?” Mark asked lightly, walking back to his desk. “Yes, we’re going to dinner tonight. Would you like to know where and what I plan on ordering or shall I just leave that as a surprise?”
Kurt pressed his lips together in a thin line, considering his words carefully before responding. “I do not like Magneto and Mystique. I despise everything they stand for. I wish they didn’t exist. But Professor Xavier has dragged them into our lives and now I have to deal with it. We all have to live with the people who tried to kill us.” He paused and fixed Mark with a hard, almost hateful glare. “Make sure you ask Mystique how she likes Germany.”
Any response Mark may have had was cut off by the loud ringing of the phone. Eyes on Kurt, he picked up the receiver. “Yes? Ah, Rogue…” He did not even finish the conversation; Kurt disappeared from sight before the greeting was even complete. Mark’s frown deepened. “He’s on his way down.” Hanging up, he stared at the empty space where Kurt had been. “Germany…right…”
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… *sore yet annoyed* And that’s not a bad thing, oddly enough… InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink, Dracena and Greywolf are loverly and wondermous for archiving/hosting. ProPhile: So…yeah… lol. Readers/Reviewers: Thank you so much for reading/reviewing as you can! The Killer Kitties appreciate it. Keeps ‘em from shredding things.
“What are you lot doing in here?” Mark peered over the top of the file cabinet nearest his desk, his armful of library records clutched carefully to his chest. “You’re supposed to be in fifth period. Except for you,” he shifted his gaze to Scott. “You’re supposed to be in the gym.” He had made it a point to keep track of schedules, mainly to cut down on illicit library visits between or instead of classes. The first week he was at the Institute, he spent more time shooing students to class and other duties than he spent organizing the mess that was the library. The handful of slightly guilty expressions returning his gaze made him set down his stack of folders and step around the cabinet. “Who did what and how difficult will it be to fix?” he asked on a sigh. “And is it on film?”
“I don’t know,” Kurt groaned, his head dropping to rest on the polished surface of the study table. “Maybe.”
Rogue sighed and rubbed at her temples with the tips of her fingers. “His holo is fritzing,” she said plainly. “His tail started showing at lunch. I think I hustled him out in time…” She glanced almost surreptitiously at Kurt’s backside, visible through the slats in the back of the chair, and sighed. “You’ve gotta take that watch off before it burns a hole in your skin, hon.”
Kurt shook his head, never lifting it from the table. “Nein…”
“I’ll lock up the library,” Mark said firmly, striding to the door and turning the bolts so that no one else could except Kitty, if she were so motivated. “There’s no one in here but us—and yes, I know that for sure. Kurt, off with the holo.” When the young mutant did not move, Mark made a tsking noise and started for him.
“I’ll get it,” Scott said with more than a hint of frustration in his tone. “Give me your arm, Kurt.” He did not wait for his order to be obeyed, reaching for Kurt’s arm and unfastening the holo watch as quickly as he could manage. A burned spot was already showing on Kurt’s arm, an angry purple circle, bare of fur, between the two bones in his wrist. “Shit,” Scott hissed. “That’s going to leave a scar.”
Rogue pressed her fingers to her lips, the corners of her eyes crimping in sympathetic, pained worry. “You need to let Beast see that,” she murmured. “Maybe he can put something on it… doesn’t it hurt?”
“Ja,” Kurt said, his voice soft. “But I’ll heal.” He sat up then, looking down at his burned arm. “Now I need a new holo… Where’s Forge when you need him?”
Mark cleared his throat gently, moving closer to peer at Kurt’s arm and assess the damage. “Boston, I believe. He wanted a break from New York for a while. Rogue, go down to Beast’s office and make sure the coast is clear for Kurt to teleport. It wouldn’t do to have that film crew wandering about in there when he arrives.” He laid a friendly but firm hand on Kurt’s shoulder. “Come on, before it really starts to hurt.”
Scott frowned, standing as Kurt did. “I’ll try to find out if they caught it on tape,” he sighed. “That’s not something they’d keep quiet about, I don’t think.”
“Bitte,” Kurt said suddenly, “don’t tell Kitty, okay?” He gave Scott an almost pleading look before turning the same expression on Mark and Rogue. “She’s got enough to worry about.”
Rogue’s worried expression became one of pure annoyance. “Kurt, this ain’t exactly going to be a state secret. I’m pretty sure enough people saw your tail to get the rumor mill going. And you ain’t got any place protecting Kitty from worry. She’s a big girl, she can deal with it. She’s not as emo as all that.”
Mark raised a brow at her but did not comment, despite Scott’s soft snort of derisive amusement. “Rogue, use the phone in Beast’s office to call up here as soon as you find out.” The Southern girl nodded firmly, following Scott from the library in short order. Mark hurriedly locked the door behind them, turning and leaning his back against it. “Now, Kurt…”
“Are you going out with Mystique tonight?” he asked apropos of nothing. “I heard her talking to Magneto earlier…saying she had plans…” He sighed faintly, trying not to look at his wrist and think about how much it hurt.
“Spying are we?” Mark asked lightly, walking back to his desk. “Yes, we’re going to dinner tonight. Would you like to know where and what I plan on ordering or shall I just leave that as a surprise?”
Kurt pressed his lips together in a thin line, considering his words carefully before responding. “I do not like Magneto and Mystique. I despise everything they stand for. I wish they didn’t exist. But Professor Xavier has dragged them into our lives and now I have to deal with it. We all have to live with the people who tried to kill us.” He paused and fixed Mark with a hard, almost hateful glare. “Make sure you ask Mystique how she likes Germany.”
Any response Mark may have had was cut off by the loud ringing of the phone. Eyes on Kurt, he picked up the receiver. “Yes? Ah, Rogue…” He did not even finish the conversation; Kurt disappeared from sight before the greeting was even complete. Mark’s frown deepened. “He’s on his way down.” Hanging up, he stared at the empty space where Kurt had been. “Germany…right…”