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FOREVER�CHAPTER 22 (NC-17)

FOREVER�CHAPTER 22 (NC-17)

A/N Mille grazie to Foxfeather for her general coolness and
for reading all this�schmaltz�I keep sending her way�. And thanks by the ton to InterNutter for letting
me use her springboard to generally recreate the XME universe the way I see
fit. Standard disclaimers found in
first chapter.

The silence
felt like a weight on Kitty�s chest.
Jubilee seemed to be feeling a similar way�her breath was coming in
hitching gasps from where she sat on Kitty�s right. The Professor had ordered everyone into the library, a �neutral
area,� he called it. They had been
there for fifteen minutes, no one speaking a word or making a noise. Unless you count Logan�s growling as
noise, Kitty corrected herself. And
she usually did not consider it noise, merely�Logan. Growling is usual just the noise he makes normally. I, like, tune it out. Now it scares the shit out of me� Kurt huddled near his mother, trying not to
look like a scared little boy even though on the inside he was howling in
terror. No one had ever seen the
Professor so quiet before, so angry. He
sat, lips tense and hands steepled, staring at the top of his desk Every once in a while, he would sigh to
himself and close his eyes in intense concentration. Kitty knew better than to fight it, that he was scanning her for
the veracity of her version of the night.
Damn it all. He�s going to
find out about Amara. Shit. Just told him, didn�t I? The slight tensing of the Professor�s brows
let her know that she had indeed let loose Amara�s secret. The Professor slowly looked up, right into
Kitty�s eyes, and it was like every one else ceased to exist. Kitty found herself pulled into a gray
place, the sound of nothingness rushing in her ears. The only thing she could see were the Professor�s eyes, piercing
her, reading her. After a moment, it
was over and she felt drained. He
looked less angry but just as disappointed.
I wish he were just pissed.
Like Logan.

�Children. Mrs. Wagner. Logan. I am at a
loss. We have tried everything we can
to keep Kitty and Kurt out of trouble but so much of it depends on their
cooperation. And Remy, Jubilee�I am
aware that the events of this evening did not extend to, ah, more physical
exertions, but the fact remains that you are quickly entering the same
territory in which Kurt and Kitty find themselves mired. Remy, you are well over legal age for this
state while Jubilee has several weeks yet.�
The Professor shot Remy a quelling look, stopping the words in the
Cajun�s mouth. �Mrs. Wagner, this visit
is somewhat of a surprise. I was not
expecting you for another day or two. I
am sorry that your visit coincides with such troubling activities��

�I believe
that the recent events here have been somewhat�aggravated�by harsh actions on
behalf of the supervision.� Mrs.
Wagner�s voice bore no trace of mockery, just anger.

�How
so?� The Professor leaned forward,
interested.

�You failed
to take into account that, despite their legal ages, these children as
they are referred to, are dozens of times more mature and responsible than
their counterparts outside the Institute.�

Everyone in
the room went stock-still, slightly amazed that someone was actually telling
the Professor he had been wrong.
The Professor himself seemed thoughtful, staring at Mrs. Wagner. �Continue��

She took a
deep breath and, eyes darting briefly towards Kurt, continued. �Yes, they are young, but think about
whlse lse they are. They are mutants,
Professor. Different than others, different even from their own families that
brought them life.� Mrs. Wagner took a
deep, shaking breath. �I apologize for
being so forward in your home, in this school, but I feel very strongly that
you have made a grave error in judging these two,� a sweep of her two fingers
took in Kitty and Kurt, �to be irresponsible.�

Logan bared
his teeth involuntarily, growling out, �Look, lady--Mrs. Wagner�it isn�t just
about us thinking they�re too young.
It�s a matter of law and a matter of protection. I don�t know if you know this or not, but
Kitty�s parents�.�

�Ja, ja�I
know all about it!� She made a
dismissive gesture but her eyes seemed to beg for more details, shooting
briefly over to Kitty then the Professor.
�The thing about it is this: Kitty, Kurt, and all the other students
here are training not only to throw themselves in harm�s way for people who may
want them to be destroyed, people who don�t understand mutants or even believe
they are real, people who may be trying actively to kill them, they are also
being trained to be normal. Ja,
they are mutants, but they are people.
They can�t be protected, cosseted.
Surely you remember being seventeen.
Sex was penultimate only to breathing then, nein?� Mrs. Wagner spared a smirk to the adults in
the room. �All I really have to say is
that I thinkis wis wrong of you all to condemn these young adults because of an
arbitrary law. They are lucky to find
someone who loves them for who they are, for what they are, rather than in
spite of it all.� Kurt�s mother sank
back against the cushions of the sofa, her hand feeling for and finding
Kurt�s.

Kitty saw the brief squeeze the two
exchanged and felt a small spike of jealousy in her heart. My mother would never do that for me. She did not realize that she was projecting
until she saw the Professor shoot her a hard, assessing look. I admit it: I�m jealous. Happy?
The Professor acknowledged her thought with a slight widening of the
eyes, and Kitty noted that his expression was infinitely lighter than when they
had started the meeting.

�Children�um,students��
Professor Xavier turned to Mrs. Wagner for approval at the new nomenclature
and, receiving it, continued, �I fear that you are about to receive a hard
lesson in life. Sometimes, no matter
how much people in authority bluster and bluff, how much they scream and shout
and force an issue, they are wrong. I
am afraid that I reached the same conclusion as Mrs. Wagner did some time
ago. In fact, when Logan and I were
returning from Ohio (which we will discuss shortly), I had a revelation of
sorts. Kurt, Kitty and now by extension
Remy and Jubilee, I was wrong. We were
wrong. We mishandled the situation and
I fear that we overreacted. I cannot
help but think that if we had handled it better, you would not have gotten into
as much trouble as you have.� The
Professor, to his credit, did not act shameful or embarrassed as most people do
when they admit they are wrong; he looked each recipient of his apology
directly in the eye, his face not bland but not emotive. Logan had less good grace and stifled
(barely) a growl.

�Professor,
I know that I�we�have done a lot of wrong things lately but I think you know
that we did them out of love for each other and desperation. That doesn�t make them right, but�� Kitty
trailed off, staring at her hands.

�It
isn�t an excuse but that�s our reason.� Kurt stated simply, returning the
Professor�s gaze. Jubilee and Remy had
fallen dead silent�even Jubilee�s hitching breath was quiet.

�I,
um, I think what I want to say is that we accept your apology. Right, swee-um, Kurt?�

�Jawohl!� Kurt�s tail curled in relief and his mother
smiled rather proudly.

�M�sieur
Logan, Professor, est me and Jubilee �scused?�
Remy looked painfully anxious.

�Hmmm. The matter of you and Jubilee is to be left
for later discussion. Jubilee, please
allow Logan to lead you to your room.
Remy, you may go to your quarters on your own.� The Professor made a dismissive gesture and,
with some slight grumbling, the three departed. Kitty tensed again, realizing that she was now one step closer to
being alone with the Professor. He
noted her tension and offered her a slight smile, as if to put her at
ease. �Kitty, the matter we�discussed�earlier,
please be aware that we will discuss it tomorrow.� Kitty knew that he was referring to Amara and quailed inside,
resigned to a good chewing out one way or another. Another few moments passed where Kitty could hear Kurt�s mother
murmur something to him and German that made him smile and the tip of his tail
flip happily while the Professor studied his nails, lost in thought. Finally, the man spoke. �I understand from Doctor McCoy that you are
suffering from exhaustion, Kitty.�

�Yes,
sir. I�ve been a little stressed
lately�� The occupants of the room let out short, mirthless laughs at this
understatement.

�I
hardly have to be a telepath to understand how much pressure you have been
under of late. However, it does not excuse
your little roadtrip or it�s disastrous results. Logan and I cleared up as much as possible in Ohio��

�Um,
sir? Do you mind me asking what
happened there?� Kurt sounded vaguely
nervous.

�Let�s
just say that two elderly German tourists are being sought for
questioning�� The Professor tapped his
temple to indicate just what sort of mind trick he had pulled. �And it was quite wearing, to tell you the
truth. I was afraid that may have
colored my lecture to you.�

�No,
sir! You were very�� Kitty scrambled for a word.

�Kind?�
offered Mrs. Wagner.

�Yes�kind.� Kitty smiled again and the Professor nodded
slightly, accepting this.

�I
am a forgiving person when it comes to youthful indiscretion, sometimes too
much so. I cannot think of a fitting punishment
for your actions that would not infringe upon your fragile state, Kitty, or not
be too harsh for your part in it, Kurt.
After all, you went along because you wanted to protect Kitty.�

�Ja�I
didn�t want her out alone!�

�That
brings me to my next question: what were Jean and Scott doing with you?�

�Um,
I sort of, like, conscripted them�I�m not sure where they were going in the
first place, though�� It had just
struck Kitty that Jean and Scott had been packed for a trip when she and Kurt
entered the garage. Huh. Add it to my list of things to wonder about
when I have the time. Or tomorrow. Whichever comes first�

�Hmmm. I�ll speak with them both in the
morning.� The Professor moved around
his desk and settled few scant feet from the couch where the trio rested on the
sofa. �Kitty and Kurt, while I am able
to respect your maturity and responsibility (despite a recent lack of
evidence), I must ask that you continue your, ah, moratorium on activities
until this mess with the Prydes is straightened out. Is that understood?� He
raised one eyebrow as high as he could.

�Yes�
�Ja��

�Good. Now, it�s been a very long night for all of
us and I would like to retire to my room.
I suggest you all do the same.�
With a nod of farewell, the Professor disappeared into the darkness of
the foyer with a sad backwards glance at the door Logan had destroyed.

Mrs.
Wagner yawned wide behind her hand, apologizing for her tiredness. �Kurti, I�m going to bed as well. Gute nacht Kitty�maybe we can talk on�better
terms�tomorrow?�

�I�I
certainly hope so.� Kitty felt herself
flush with nervousness. Kurt merely
smiled tiredly and leaned in for a maternal hug.

�Guess
we had better head up, too, Katzchen.�
Kurt tilted his chin towards the stairs, still holding on to his mother
in a relieved hug.

�Yeah�you
guys go on. I�m gonna grab some
water.� Kitty bid Mrs. Wagner another
goodnight and gave and received a Kurt-kiss before the two disappeared up the
stairs. For show, Kitty went to the
kitchen and grabbed a glass, filling it with water just in case anyone was
listening. Still haven�t seen Logan
since he left the library. He�s around
here somewhere� Kitty drained the
glass and rinsed it, replacing it in the cabinet. On silent, sore feet, she tip toed down the hall to the tiny
phone room and checked for Logan in every nook and cranny along the way. Satisfied of his absence, she punched in the
out-of-state number, bouncing on her heels as it rang and rang. Just before Kitty hung up, a groggy voice answered
with a grunt. �Ruth? Is that you?�

�Whaddya
think? It�s my cel phone you just
called.� The younger girl shifted in
her bed, Kitty heard. The rustling of
the sheets against the phone made Kitty suddenly long for her own bed.

�Sorry,
sorry. Look, I need one more huge,
ginormous[1]
favor from you.�

�Kit��

�I
know, I know, but look�it�s almost a matter of life and death here.� If Kurt and I are separated, I think I�ll
die. That counts, right?

�Fine. But only because you know and because
you�re my favorite cousin. You owe me
big time, though.� Ruth sounded as if
she were coming more awake now and that encouraged Kitty.

�I
need for you to go to my parents� house and get something from my old room.�

�I
thought they sent you everything.�

�Well,
almost. Go into my closet and lift up
the far right corner of the carpet.
There�s going to be a loose floorboard�you can tell which one it is
because I marked an X on it with nail polish a long time ago.� Kitty paused, drawing an impatient noise
from her cousin. �There�s a book in
there. It�s very, very old and very,
very fragile. Don�t even open it, just
get it to me ASAP!�

�How? Mail it?�

�Or
courier or something! I�ll pay for it,
just get it here.� Kitty waited tensely
until Ruth sighed.

�Fine,
fine�the things I do for mishpachah[2].� Kitty laughed a little and the girls made
their goodbyes, Kitty trundling herself off to bed with a little light heart
and the vague feeling that she should have made that call two days ago�

Jubilee crouched by her door,
listening for Logan�s footsteps to finally fade away. She knew he was lurking outside of her room, waiting until she
fell asleep. Stay still, breathe
even�he�ll go away. Sure enough,
after nearly an hour, Logan faded down the hallway. Jubilee waited for several more moments before pulling her door
open, peering down the hall to the left, towards the stairs, to make sure Logan
was really gone. A voice on her right
nearly made her jump from her skin.

�Lookin�
pour moi?�

�Shit! Remy!�
Jubilee clutched her hand over her heart. �Don�t! Ever! Do! That! Again!�
She punctuated each word with a slap on his upper arm.

�Oooh. Remy likes it rough, p�tite!� His feral grin made her knees weak, but
Jubilee fought the urge to melt into his arms, stepping prudently away.

�Gumbo, we
gotta talk.�

�We was
talking real fine earlier�� He made a grab for her arms but she held up spread
hands, warding him away.

�Remy,
listen to me. I don�t know what you
want from me. I don�t know if you want a
girlfriend, a lover, bothitheither�Hell, I don�t even know what you feel about
me. I just know that I won�t�can�t�be
dicked around with.�

Remy sighed
and fell back against the wall.
�Jubilee,� she cringed a little at his use of her first name rather than
a diminutive, �I not ready to tell you I love you. It don�t mean I don�t feel it��

�Hush. I don�t want excuses. When you can tell me you love me and mean
it, I�ll listen to you. Until then, no
kissies in the dark, no groping in the study, no pervs in the hall. Got it?�

�Can I
flirt?� He sounded so sad that Jubilee
nearly laughed.

�With me or
anyone?�

�You. Both. Either.� His eyes looked hopeful when Jubilee nodded.

�Flirt your
heart out. Just don�t play with my
feelings. I�ll kick your ass, got it?�

�Got it,
p�tite.� Remy half-bowed to her in the
dark, holding out his hand, palm up, in askance for hers.

�Aw,
hell. Fine.� She rested her fingers on his palm delicately, as she had seen
women do in old movies. Remy smiled a
little�she could feel it in the dark�and kissed her knuckles. Gently, swiftly, he turned her hand over and
placed a small, hot lick in the center of her palm, folding her fingers over
the spot as he stood.

�For later,
non?� He smiled broadly at her
pole-axed expression and sauntered down the hall to his own room, leaving
Jubilee staring into the dark, wondering why the hell she had come out of her
room in the first place.

Jean heard
Remy�s footfall as he passed her room and tensed momentarily, half-hoping he would
come in to talk like he had on previous nights since deciding that he was in
love with Jubilee. I want to ask him
how he knows. Why Jubilee when everyone
thinks Rogue is so perfect for him? Why
her and not anyone else on earth? I love
Jubes like a kid sister but I just have to know why he loves her. Maybe I can retro-engineer my own feelings
for Scott. Start with the solution and work out the problem. Jean sank down into her comforter, staring
at the ceiling. Mustn�t let my mind
wander. Too many people still awake to
risk it. How much trouble will we be in
tomorrow? Was it worth it? Scott would have taken me anywhere I asked. He would have found a way to get me
there. Is that really love or is he
just obsessed? Duncan would never leave
with me like that, spur of the moment.
Duncan also would never help a friend like Scott does. He would never look at me like Scott does,
like he�s on fire and I�m water�
Jean moaned a little in frustration and rolled onto her stomach. Okay.
We slept together once. Made
love, really. Okay, I freaked out. Not good for me, huh? But Scott�he�s stuck with me. He still loves me, he says. I�m supposed to understand these
things! What the Hell is wrong with me? Why can�t I just say I love Scott and be done
with it, kiss kiss hug hug and we�re happy?
Why do I second guess myself?
Damn it! Jean swung herself
out of bed and threw on her robe, stuffing her feet into bright green bunny
slippers at the same time. Determined,
she set out for the kitchen in search of hot cocoa mix. Instead, she found Amara. The girl was huddled on the floor near the
foot of the stairs, portable phone in her hand. Jean could tell that she did not mean to be seen and Amara had
apparently not yet noticed her, so she kept to the shadows, slipping towards
the study and then crouching behind a large ficus tree. Well, well, well. What have we here?

Amara�s
voice was low and harsh, as if she had been crying. Pitching her voice to be quiet, she told whoever was on the other
end of the phone �I don�t care how late it is.
You need to come over. Now. Yes, it�s important. No, you�re not going to get gutted. What?�
Jean could see Amara grind her teeth.
�No, Lance, this is not a�ugh�booty call.[3] I just need to talk to you.� There was a very long pause and Amara held
the phone away from her ear, slowly edging it closer, waiting for something
before she responded. �Fine. I�ll come over tomorrow. Whatever. Fuck it.� Angrily, she punched the �off� button and
stood, freezing as Jean accidentally brushed a low branch and made it
rustle. �Hello?�

Shit. Focusing intently, Jean made a
knickknack fall over in the rec room.
Amara shuddered visibly and muttered �Ghosts!� under her breath before
hurrying up the stairs. Slowly, Jean slipped
out from behind the tree and stared up the stairs. Well. Lance and
Amara. Not too surprising. They both need someone so much. They�re both lonely, they�re both rather
aloof�It could happen. Stirring
powdered mix into a cup of hot water, Jean chewed her lower lip in
thought. If Lance and Amara can make
a go of it, why can�t I? Hell, he�s in
the Brotherhood! You�re a better man
than I am, Gunga Din.[4] Finishing her cocoa, Jean returned to her
room and a fitful sleep.

The morning
passed uneventfully, Kurt and Kitty breakfasting with his mother (�Oh,
please! Call me Astrid, Kitty!� �Like the lady who wrote Pippi
Longstocking?�[5] �Why,
yes�I guess so!�) before Kurt retuned to his assigned duty in the video
room. Amara was closeted in her room,
claiming a migraine for her absence.
The other mutants drifted off to spring break pursuits, leaving Kitty
and Mrs. Wagner sitting in the rec room while the world went on around them.

�Mrs.
Wagner�Astrid�I just want to apologize for all this trouble��

�Please,
consider it a thing of the past. I know
I do.� She laid a placating hand on
Kitty�s trembling one. �Do I make you
nervous?�

�Um, a
little�� Kitty let out a nervous
laugh. �Kurt says you�re mostly
harmless.�

�Nice to
have the vote of confidence! I am
harmless, so long as no one threatens me or mine��

�I think
you scared Logan with the knife last night!
I�ve never seen him scared!� The
two females laughed at this and sank into comfortable silence, finally broken
by Kitty. �You now, it�s a little
strange calling you Astrid.�

�Why? That�s my name. Would you rather call me�I
don�t know�Aunt Astrid?�

�Mmmm. Not really, to be honest. I think I can get used to Astrid. It�s just that my family wasn�t big on
affection or familiarity. Breeds
contempt, my mother said.�

�Wasn�t big
on affection? Are they now?� Astrid raised one eyebrow, calling Kitty on
her verb tense.

�Hmm. That�s the tricky part. My bio-family isn�t my family anymore, as
Kurt told you. I think of everyone here
as my family in one way or another. And
these people are huge on familiarity.�

�And Kurti
is big on affection, ja?� Both flushed
momentarily at the unintended double entendre.

�Kurti?� Kitty finally giggled. �I�ll file that one away for future
reference!�

�Oh, Kitty,
be nice!� But the woman sounded jovial
rather than offended. The front door
bell rang, drawing Kitty to her feet.

�Be right
back�� Wonder who�Probably one of
Rogue�s book deliveries. Ruth Wolf
stood on the doorstep, a parcel clutched to her chest. �Ruach[6]!� Unthinkingly, Kitty called her cousin by her
real name, noting her panicked expression and breathless attempts at
speech. Pulling the younger girl in,
Kitty slammed the door, demanding �What�s wrong? What�re you doing here?�

�Problems. Prydes�stole mom�s car�behind me!�

�What?� At Kitty�s panicked tone, Astrid Wagner
strode into the foyer.

Ruth bent at the waist, passing the
package to Kitty while trying to catch her breath. Finally, she said �Your folks caught me in the house, found what
I was doing. I kind of�slipped�and now
they know I�m a mutant, too! Your dad
chased me from the house and was yelling so I freaked and threw the doors open
in front of me without touching them if you catch my drift�I made it
home and mom was all scary and yelling and crying and dad threatened me so I
did the first thing I could think of. I
stole mom�s car and came here.�

�Ruth! You�re fifteen!�

�So? I can drive. Just not legally. The
wrinkle in this is that I saw our folks behind me on the I-80 a few times and I
think they�re only a few minutes behind me.�
As she spoke, Ruth peeked out the windows on either side of the
doors. �Kitty��

�Shhh,
sweetheart. It�ll be okay.� Kitty pulled her cousin close. �You didn�t have to go so far�How did you
know how to get here? I would have
asked the Professor to let me meet you somewhere��

�I
found a card you sent last Sukkot[7]
when I was trying to find the address to send the book to and when I ran, I was
making good enough time to swing into a library and look up directions
here. The last several miles were
mainly guessing, though. I�m hoping I
lost �em��

�Never
say things like that!� Astrid finally spoke.

�What?
Why?� the girls asked as one.

�When
you do�� a knock shook the door in it�s frame and they all knew who it
was. ��things like that happen.�

TBC

[1] Ginormous�a
made-up word combining gigantic or giant and enormous. Don�t know where I got it from but I use it
a lot, so there.

[2] Yiddish for
family or someone who is as close as family.
A very honor-bound situation in many cases.

[3] Just in case
someone doesn�t know what this is, it�s essentially a late night call or visit
for the sole purpose of no-strings-attached sex.

[4] An old, old
poem. Jean is using the line to refer
to the fact that she thinks Amara is a better person than she is for finding
someone in the Brotherhood worthy of her attention and affection.

[5] Astrid
Lungren wrote those books, just in case you had a deep, burning desire to know.

[6] Ruth in
Hebrew.

[7] Jewish
harvest festival. Lots-o-fun.
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