Quixotic

Quixotic Chapter Twenty Six (NC-17)




Quixotic Chapter Twenty Six (NC-17)

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Kitty
stretched and sighed. She was cold,
yes, but she did not mind as much as she thought she should have. She had no idea how long she slept just that
she was happy because Kurt seemed to be coming around to normal again. That’s why I’m cold…he’s not here… She sat up painfully, the hard floor of the
greenhouse having played havoc with her back and hips during the night and
yawned a jaw-popping yawn. “Gah!”

Storm
glanced at her from the potting table where she was busy transferring aloe vera
to a larger container. “Before you ask,
it’s nine and no, I haven’t seen him.
You were out like a light when I came in here an hour ago and it seemed
a shame to wake you.” She made a
tutting noise over her plant. “Someone
turned the heat down in here last night and made them unhappy.”

Kitty
blinked muzzily and yawned again. “Sorry
for using your greenhouse, Storm…”

“I’m just
glad you did not sleep out in the cold as Kurt planned.” She smiled then, putting Kitty at ease. “Emma did some walking around mentally last
night when the Professor would not.”

Kitty
nodded and stood, wincing as her hips popped.
“He’s probably off playing hunter again.”

“I hope not…the
bunnies are far too cute to eat.” They
shared a vegetarian shudder and Storm continued, “I think Jean needs help in
the kitchen baking for tonight. She has
it in her head to try to make petits fours.
I think they’ll end up as cupcakes.”

Kitty
wrinkled her nose at that. “How…classy.”
“The Professor’s friends won’t
care one way or the other,” Storm laughed.
“And he said, if you wish, you can put your menorah in the front window
since it is a holiday gathering and not specifically Christmas.”

She raised
a brow. “I’m afraid of what Amara’s
going to put out.”
“Nothing scary, Lance assures
me. In fact, I doubt she will even make
her presence known.” Storm patted the
soil lightly around her succulent and smiled at Kitty again. “If I see Kurt, I’ll do my best to send him
your way.”

Kitty
sighed. “At least let me know where he
runs off to.”

Storm
nodded. “Will do…and Kitty…” She paused for a moment. “It isn’t that I don’t trust your cooking
skills, but please remember the difference between teaspoon and tablespoon this
time!”

“One
batch of bad muffins!”[1]

“One memorable
batch of muffins…” Storm’s eyes drifted
over to the doorstop and she hoped Kitty would not notice.

 

Jean
glanced up and nearly sighed with relief as Kitty padded into the kitchen,
newly showered and dressed almost too warmly for the room. “Thank God!
Stir this!”

Kitty took
the proffered bowl of batter and began stirring, resisting the temptation to
sample it. “Why’s Jamie sitting in the
rec room all sulky?”

“Rahne
decorated his cast with some of those extra lights and he’s plugged in. He’s upset that they’re blinking.”

Kitty
snorted softly. “Well, at least it’s
not the Fourth. I’d hate to she what
she’d do with sparklers.”

Jean
giggled as she puzzled over the frosting recipe. “How do I fold an egg?”
“Is that one of those Zen
questions?”

“Trade with
me.” Jean sent the cookbook to Kitty
and brought the bowl of batter to herself without moving from the counter. “Where’s Kurt?”

“No idea,”
Kitty responded, blushing faintly. She hoped
Jean was keeping her mind to herself just then as she remembered the previous
night’s fevered lovemaking. “I think he’s
coming ‘round, though.” She relayed the
quarter incident to her and some carefully selected details about their
conversation. “Maybe it’s wearing off.”

Jean shook
her head and shoved the bowl to one side so she could prepare the cake
pan. “I don’t think things like this
just wear off… Something has to trigger it to switch.”

Kitty made
a face at the cookbook. “Why don’t you
just buy some of these from the bakery?
They’re open till noon. And Emma
suggested I really play into his fantasy, give him a damsel in distress to
rescue…”

The red
head paused and cocked her head to one side.
“You know, that might not be a bad idea…”

“What would
he rescue me from though?” Kitty mused, flipping the pages of the book
idly.

“No
idea. Get your coat and we’ll figure it
out on the way to the bakery.”
“What about your batter?”
“Jamie! You’re making
cupcakes!”

 

Kurt
wiggled his toes happily. He was warm,
the bed was soft and his belly was…well, not full but not empty either. Never had the forest been so… Wait a
minute here… He opened his eyes and
sucked back a scream of panic. This was
not his sylvan glen! It was not even
the strange outbuilding full of plants Kitty had taken him to the night before! It was a bedchamber which, while it felt
familiar, did not seem like some place Robin Hood should be! Breathing unevenly, he slid out of bed and
turned a slow circle. He was still
wearing the clothes he had on the night before, still smelling faintly of Kitty
and earth and pine sap from the trees. Be
calm, he ordered himself sternly. Obviously,
this is some trick. No, it can’t
be. I know this place. I love this place. It’s mine, but how can it be mine? My home is Sherwood…
He closed his eyes against the impending headache and sank to the
floor. He knew it was not true. He had memories of a Rom caravan, of flying
through the air and spinning and twisting as if he were never meant to touch
the ground. Memories of a dark haired
couple and three impish girls he knew to be family… Robin Hood has no family but Maid Marian and his Merry
Men. I am king of the forest! I protect the needy, steal from the rich… It felt as if a red hot poker were being
shoved behind his eyes as these thoughts fought for space in his mind. Nausea rolled over him in a wave, forcing
him to his feet and into a bathroom he did not realize was there until he was
already retching into the sink. It was
sheer overload: the modern fixtures, the cold floor, the familiarity of the
surroundings warring with what he thought to be the truth, which was that he
should be in a nice, leafy forest, lying in wait for the Sheriff of Nottingham
and Guy of Gisbourne. Kurt sobbed dryly
as his stomach spasmed one more time, then looked up. A blue demon looked back at him.


 

“What the
fuck was that?” Bobby was on his feet
and halfway out the door before Lance could get to his feet.

“Sounded
like it came from downstairs…” Another
crash sounded and they were off, running down the hall to the main staircase
even as others came pouring from their rooms and other hidey holes around the
mansion.

The Christmas tree—all twelve feet
of it—was on it’s side on the marble floor of the foyer, ornaments and
all. The lights fritzed briefly, then
died as Kurt came yowling out from beneath it, shaking loose the cord that had
wrapped around his ankle. “What
deviltry has been pushed upon me?” he shouted at the first person he saw, in
this case, Emma.

“Too much eggnog?” she suggested
wryly. She held her hands out to show
she meant no harm and stepped towards him.
“Kurt, you’re fine. There’s
nothing wrong with you.”

Rahne snorted softly, edging in
front of Jamie on his crutches, trailing a string of lights and tinsel. “Other than the medieval complex…”

Kurt growled, baring his teeth at
Emma. “I have been taken, this I know…
I have been forced into a Hell of your making!”

“What the fuck?” Lance
muttered. “Kurt, you’re not in Hell…
Bayville ain’t the most exciting place on the planet but it’s not Hell…”

Kurt growled again, muttering
invectives and crossing himself repeatedly.
“The evil one, the one who made my love think me strange, he is the one
who has wrought this!”

Professor Xavier chose that moment
to wheel forth, the small group parting for his entrance. “Kurt, calm down.”

“You!” Kurt leapt through the air
and landed on the Professor, upsetting his chair. “You did this to me!”

Logan lurched from behind Rogue,
pushing St John to the ground perforce.
“Someone get Beast up here!” He
grabbed Kurt and fairly threw him to the ground, pinning his arms and legs and
praying he did not realize he could teleport at will. “Where’s Kitty?”

“Out with Jean!” Jamie volunteered
into the stunned silence, broken only by the sound of Kurt’s swearing in every
language his mind could throw forth and the Professor being helped back to his
chair by Lance and Bobby.

“Good,” Logan said grimly. “This
ain’t gonna be pretty…”



[1] Yeah, from
the series, lol.