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Mirror, Mirror	By : Nemain Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5878 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Mrror Mirror Chapter Twenty Six
Disclaimers Apply

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�Fuck this
shit,� Pietro grumbled, pulling on his shoes. �This is stupid.�
�You�re
stupid!� Tarot shot back. �You�re the
one running back to papa, crying like a baby!� She jerked the sheets around her
naked form violently, jabbing an accusing finger at Pietro. �It was your idea to leave. YOU are the one who said we�d be fine on our
own. LOOK AT US!� she screamed, not
caring who heard them in the dingy motel.
�You�re barely finishing your senior year of fucking HIGH SCHOOL! We
have no means, we�re on the run� What kind of life is
this, Pietro?
Huh?� She jabbed him harder this time, making him wince. �You�re weak,�
she spat. �Useless.�
He had
always promised his sister, when they were little, that he would not hit a
woman. He had it in his head, at least
back then, that it was chivalry, proper and well not to strike a female, no
matter how badly one wanted to. Whatever
shred of that notion that remained flew to pieces in that moment. A resounding crack cut Tarot�s haranguing
cries short and her fingers flew to her cheek.
Pietro�s palm stung with his actions and he felt color flooding his face
as tears welled in Tarot�s eyes. �Shut. Up.�
�You hit
me,� she husked. �You� hit� me!� Her expression shifted fluidly from
incredulous pain to sheer anger. �You struck me, Pietro!�
�So you�ve
said,� he replied, guilt creeping through his veins. _Look, _he scolded himself. _if she was a
guy, you�d have hit her long before now�
All the shit she�s done to you and this is the first thing you�ve done
back� Women�s lib, man. Equal rights! _
Tarot drew
back a hand as if she were going to return the slap, but instead reached for the
nightstand, just behind her. Deftly, she
picked the top card from her deck and held it up so Pietro
could see. �What is it?� she demanded,
already knowing the answer full well. �Describe
it to me, Pietro dear.�
�The hanged
man,� he replied tersely, reaching for the card. �You�re not going to scare me with your card
tricks, Tarot. Not even you are dumb
enough to use your powers where they�ll be noticed by norms!�
She flipped
the card over in her fingers easily so that it faced her. Glancing at the picture on it, she smiled
sweetly. �No, not here� but when we�re
alone I may. Especially
if you keep this up, Pietro. Do you have any idea the danger we�re in?�
she continued in a different tone. �Do
you even have a clue?�
�I know
what you did to help Tabby and Wanda,� he said quietly, tired of the arguing
already. �I know what *I* did to get out
from under my father� But you know something?
He�s right. He�s right about us
and the norms. We�re better. We�re being forced to hide, forced to die
because of them when *WE* are the ones who should be in charge. We�ll never live peacefully with them�� He trailed off, brushing his hair from his
forehead with his fingers. �We can do
one of two things, Tarot. Go back to my
father. Beg forgiveness and ask him to
let us stay with him again, get back to life as usual. Or we can try to stay on
our own, stay here till our money runs out and then find somewhere to
squat. Maybe the
boardinghouse again, maybe somewhere else. But Essex isn�t going
to forget what you did, you know. He�s
not dumb either. He�ll find us both and
I�ll be damned if I die for something you did.�
He could hear the slight tremble in his voice and hated himself for a
coward just then. He tried to be brave
and cold, he tried to be like his father, but inside, he knew, he was a
kid. He wanted someone to comfort him
and say it would be okay, that he had nothing to worry about and just to close
his eyes, when he woke up it would be fine.
Tarot did not seem to suffer from any of these misgivings and fears, he
noticed. She could turn off warmth like
a faucet, just let it die in the fields like so many
weeds.
�It�s six a.m.,� she said softly, seemingly apropos of
nothing.
�So?�

�Check out time is at
ten. I�m going to take a shower before I
pack.� She glided past him, the bedsheet trailing her like a shroud.
Pietro waited till the bathroom door shut behind her and
let out a painful breath. He did not
want to go back to Magneto, not truly, but he knew that they would never make
it on their own. Especially not with Essex being so angry with
Tarot. She had given up Lucas,
given over part of his experimentation, and this was the gravest insult anyone
could visit upon the scientist. �Hey,
Tarot,� he called through the door as the water hissed to life in the shower. �Thank you.�
�What?� she
called back. �I can�t hear you��
�Liar,� he
sighed. �Nothing,� he replied
loudly. �I�m gonna pack.�

Fred let
out a sigh and slid from his spot beneath the window. He was glad that they had gotten a room on
the first floor. He eyed the fire escape
warily�he would not want to try to explain that damage to hotel management *or*
Magneto. He was not the best spy, he
knew, but he was all the old man had. That made him wonder
about the state of things. Trundling
carefully across the frosty ground, he headed for the shadows of the drainage
ditch. Magneto was sending someone to
meet him there within the hour and he was proud of the amount of information he
had to share. Maybe, he thought,
slipping a little as the ground took a downward pitch, he would finally get to
sleep in one morning.
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