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Bits and Pieces Chapter Twenty Three
Disclaimers Apply

A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE �, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta� It�s
times like this I *really* miss German weather�
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�You�re up
early� Bright Lady, what are you wearing?�
Mark
frowned, not looking up from his mug of coffee.
�I�ve only been able to get one of my bags from the� lovely people�at
the airline�s offices in town. Unfortunately, it was the bag with my casual
wear in it�� He crossed his legs and
leaned back in his chair, finally meeting Storm�s gaze. �Something wrong?�
�Oh, no�
not a thing�� She forced herself to blink, shaking herself slightly as she went
to the fridge to retrieve her breakfast. She slid a sideways glance at Mark and could
barely contain the urge to stare. �Nice
ankh,� she finally said for lack of something more constructive.
Mark sighed
and set his mug down again. �Thank you.� He swept a gaze over Storm, feeling he should
return the compliment. �Nice caftan.�
�Thank you�� She bent to the task of dicing an apple for
fruit salad, biting the inside of her cheeks.
�I�m sorry,� she finally said, a shade breathlessly, �I just never took
you for a Goth type before��
�It�s the
glasses, isn�t it?� he sighed dramatically, standing to get more coffee. �Or is it the lack of heavy eyeliner?�
�I think it�s
the librarian thing,� she confessed. �In
truth, it does not matter to me how you dress or believe or what sort of music
you prefer� I�m just a bit surprised to
see you wearing such thick soled boots.�
Storm knew it sounded incredibly lame and she could tell by the look on
Mark�s face that he thought so, too.
�All the
better to clomp through the halls with, m�dear,� he
replied in his best Big Bad Wolf voice. �So
why are you up so early, Storm?� He took
a sip of his coffee and winced. The
brand that seemed prevalent at the Institute was weak as water, no matter what
he did to it. He would have to ask Kitty
how she made it so strong the other day, he noted to himself.
�I�m always
up this early. It�s peaceful,� she said
with a hint of longing, her glance kissing the window and the rising sun. �And I have time to take care of my own
needs.�
Mark knew
she did not mean the mundane sort. �Ah,
right. Don�t let me interrupt you then,�
he said genially, nodding a good morning to her and turning to head to the
library.
Rogue drew
up short in the kitchen doorway, her eyes wide.
She had not yet applied her daily war paint and as a result looked
frighteningly pale as opposed to theatrically so. �Um� hi,� she stammered, licking her lips
nervously. Her eyes darted between Storm
and Mark before settling on a point between them both. �I don�t know how to say this� I feel so
stupid!�
Storm moved
towards her, her hands extended to take Rogue�s gloved ones in a maternal
grasp. �You know there is nothing you
can say to me that I will find stupid or strange� What�s the matter, child?�
�It�s just�� She sniffed, her eyes glistening with embarrassed tears. �I
don�t know how to say this��
Mark and
Storm exchanged looks, both thinking the same thing: Only one thing could make
a young woman like Rogue so emotional.
Mark cleared his throat and said gently, �I�ll leave you two alone. You�ll be more comfortable without a man
present��
�No! I need to tell you!�
Storm�s
eyes went wide and she looked at Mark steadily. �Mark, you have three seconds��
Rogue
blinked, then erupted in a sharp, humorless
laugh. �Good God, no! You people got your minds in the gutter,� she
said with a hint of distaste. �It�s
stupid but last night, when I was leavin� the
library, I coulda sworn there was someone in there
with me but I didn�t see no one� And when I went to bed, I coulda
sworn I heard breathin� near my head an� someone whisperin��
Mark arched
a brow and folded his arms in thought. �You
were quite tired last night, Rogue. It�s
possible you were dreaming and just didn�t realize it.�
�That�s not
the worst part� When I woke up this morning, my closet door was open and�� she
ducked her head, blushing furiously. �Someone�s
been through my panty drawer.�
Storm
scowled. �I�ll have a word with the male
students.�
Mark stood
back and let her pass, fixing Rogue with an intent gaze. �Come to the library after breakfast. I�ll see what I can do to help.�
�You� think
it�s a ghost, too?� she asked, almost mumbling.
�I never had a problem here before��
�I don�t think it�s a ghost
necessarily but I do think you experienced something. Come to the library�� He paused, sighing. �Oh,
right. I have Tabby coming this morning�� He shook his head. �Come anyway.
I understand she�s very�volatile� of late. I might need your help with her.� He laid a comforting hand on Rogue�s
shirt-covered arm and smiled as kindly as he could manage on weak coffee and no
food. �It�s fine, Rogue� It�s probably nothing.�
She nodded slowly. �Right� probably.�

Tabby stood on the front porch,
unable to go inside. _I swear to God,
one more person looks at me like that and I�ll claw their eyes out� and feed �em
eyeball stew� _ She could hear the very
faint sounds of people moving on the other side of the thick oak door and she
sighed. �He�s okay. He�s fine.
No one is going to hurt my son.
They need him too badly to hurt him.�
Raising her fist she knocked on the door, almost relishing the pain that
sprang up in her knuckles as she struck the wood a bit too hard. _Wanda, I need you� _
The door swung open and Rogue looked down at her, her face a mask of
bland indifference. �I�m here to see the
librarian guy. Professor Xavier said I
had to.�
Rogue shrugged. �Whatever. C�mon in. You know where the books are.� She turned and trudged back to the kitchen,
leaving Tabby alone in the hall.
The blonde girl opened her mouth to
say something but was afraid she would cry.
She felt empty every day, a husk of herself. She could not care about anything anymore,
really, or even pretend to. The police
had told her the case was a dead end. The Professor�s friends had been unable
to help. _If he thinks this fucking
librarian is going to be of any use, the old man�s gone around the bend faster
than I thought he would. _
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