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26
PERFECTLY NORMAL CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… *yawn* It’s the weather… it forces you to nap, I swear… InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink, Dracena and Greywolf are loverly and wondermous for archiving/hosting. ProPhile: *poke* Phhhhhhhht. Morgan: Next chapter it’ll start… Readers/Reviewers: Thank you so much for reading/reviewing as you can!
Logan poked the stack of papers with an air of disinterested aggravation. “Sorry, Mark, but I’m not getting anything…” He raised a brow at the librarian’s almost muted noise of frustration. “I’m not a blood hound.”
Mark’s fingers itched with the need to put the mess to rights but he had been ordered to hold still, something that was growing increasingly difficult to do under Logan’s curious eye. “I know that none of the students were involved,” he repeated, stemming the need to clean by taking off his glasses and studiously polishing them on his shirt sleeve. “And it sure as Hell wasn’t me. Kitty is reviewing the security tapes right now… Sorry for the delay in the visit, old man,” he added. The first wave of students to descend on Professor Xavier had been detained by the library debacle as Storm worked to keep the film crew outside, distracting them with the lake and the greenhouse to little effect.
“I needed the break,” Logan muttered, using a single claw to move a sheaf of papers. He was just glad to be out of the hospital. The smells seemed to burn his sinus cavities and trigger some not-so-nice feelings deep inside him. He hated to close his eyes when he was in Saint Dymphna’s; dark images flickered before him when he tried to rest, or even just tried to relax a bit. He could feel the pain in his skin, his muscles. Phantom pain racing along old bones, old wounds he did not remember. “Sorry, Mark, there’s nothing I can tell in here that wasn’t in here before.” He frowned, his claw disappearing back inside his skin. “And that’s what’s bothering me…”
Mark’s own browns went up at that. “Care to expound?”
“Mark?” Kitty’s breathless voice preceded her down the hall. She was practically running as she skidded around the doorframe, her eyes wide and face paler than usual. “Mark, I found something…” She paused, her face splitting into a wide grin. “Hey, Logan!”
“Hey, Half Pint,” he smiled affectionately, bracing himself for her sudden, hard hug that came a second later. “For a little girl, you got a grip on you,” he groaned in mock-pain as she squeezed him around the ribs. “Everything okay?” He kept one hand on her shoulder as she broke her embrace, his eyes searching her face.
“I’m fine,” she lied, smiling. In truth, she was upset not only about what she had just seen on the surveillance tapes but a brief, abrupt encounter in the hall with Jacob. He was pushy, demanding that she stick to her promised time for the interview, trying to make her promise, to swear she would be there.
“What did you find, Kitty?” Mark cut in before Logan could question her further. “I apologize for my impatience but…” he spread his hands in a helpless gesture, taking in the vandalized library with a frustrated sigh.
Kitty nodded, swallowing hard. “I looked at the footage for the hallway and the outside of the house along this back wall,” she pointed to the part of the library that formed part of the outer wall of the mansion. “There was nothing I could see but…” She jittered nervously, her gaze flickering between Mark and Logan. “I think you need to see this.”
Mark and Logan bent over Kitty’s shoulders in the tiny monitor room off the main hall; it was barely larger than a walk in closet and crammed with equipment to monitor all of the Institute’s security devices. A special vent to keep the room and equipment cool filled the space with a roaring noise, drowning the clicking sounds of Kitty bringing up the recorded footage on the view screen. “Here,” she said, pitching her voice to be heard above the noise of the cooling fans. “Watch!”
Mark and Logan let out identical whistles of surprise and disbelief as the scene on the screen before them played out. The library, empty and still, exploded into a flurry of papers and books, silent but furious. Kitty reached over and adjusted the volume, bringing the sound of the scene up. The thin rustle of papers and heavy thud of books mingled with a low, human growling noise as the storm of texts thickened, the locked case near Mark’s desk rocking back and forth on it’s base. Then, as suddenly as it started, it was over. The library door swung open and Mark walked in. “What,” Logan said thickly, “the fuck was that?”
“Poltergeist?” Kitty suggested timidly, not believing it even as she said it.
“No,” Mark said, shaking his head. “That was no poltergeist.” He stood, tugging his sleeves down his wrists, his face set in lines of annoyance. “That was a person.”
Amara raised a cool, appraising brow as she gave Jubilee the once over. “No.”
“Oh, come ON!” She bounced on her toes, pretending she did not see Remy watching them from the gazebo. She gave Amara a gentle shove before breaking into a cartwheel, wincing at the feel of gravel under her hands. They were waiting at the car, killing time before their visit to the Professor, and growing more bored with each passing second. “I’ll be eighteen on Friday. We GOTTA go!”
“You will not,” Rogue put in. “You’ll be eighteen in three months!”
“Well, my license will say I’m eighteen on Friday,” Jubilee corrected, winking broadly. “We HAVE to go the club!”
Amara shook her head, rolling her own eyes at the idea. “I have no desire to see naked men gyrating… do you have any idea how silly that would look?” The idea made her blush, actually, but she would never let on that she was embarrassed about seeing naked men in person, other than Lance. From what she could understand, it was quite different than the nudity of Nova Roma. It was far from artistic and religious but rather lascivious and intended to be titillating. Of course, she thought with a twinge of bitterness. Jubilee was excited about the idea.
“Hush,” Rogue said suddenly. “Company.” The camera crew, trailing Storm and a small cadre of younger students, was trooping towards them. “If they think they’re gonna go to the hospital with us, they got another think comin’,” she muttered to Amara, straightening as they drew near.
Amara shook her head, a familiar face suddenly blazing to life in her memory. “If they do,” she said softly, her skin warming in anger, “I’ll burn them myself.”
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… *yawn* It’s the weather… it forces you to nap, I swear… InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink, Dracena and Greywolf are loverly and wondermous for archiving/hosting. ProPhile: *poke* Phhhhhhhht. Morgan: Next chapter it’ll start… Readers/Reviewers: Thank you so much for reading/reviewing as you can!
Logan poked the stack of papers with an air of disinterested aggravation. “Sorry, Mark, but I’m not getting anything…” He raised a brow at the librarian’s almost muted noise of frustration. “I’m not a blood hound.”
Mark’s fingers itched with the need to put the mess to rights but he had been ordered to hold still, something that was growing increasingly difficult to do under Logan’s curious eye. “I know that none of the students were involved,” he repeated, stemming the need to clean by taking off his glasses and studiously polishing them on his shirt sleeve. “And it sure as Hell wasn’t me. Kitty is reviewing the security tapes right now… Sorry for the delay in the visit, old man,” he added. The first wave of students to descend on Professor Xavier had been detained by the library debacle as Storm worked to keep the film crew outside, distracting them with the lake and the greenhouse to little effect.
“I needed the break,” Logan muttered, using a single claw to move a sheaf of papers. He was just glad to be out of the hospital. The smells seemed to burn his sinus cavities and trigger some not-so-nice feelings deep inside him. He hated to close his eyes when he was in Saint Dymphna’s; dark images flickered before him when he tried to rest, or even just tried to relax a bit. He could feel the pain in his skin, his muscles. Phantom pain racing along old bones, old wounds he did not remember. “Sorry, Mark, there’s nothing I can tell in here that wasn’t in here before.” He frowned, his claw disappearing back inside his skin. “And that’s what’s bothering me…”
Mark’s own browns went up at that. “Care to expound?”
“Mark?” Kitty’s breathless voice preceded her down the hall. She was practically running as she skidded around the doorframe, her eyes wide and face paler than usual. “Mark, I found something…” She paused, her face splitting into a wide grin. “Hey, Logan!”
“Hey, Half Pint,” he smiled affectionately, bracing himself for her sudden, hard hug that came a second later. “For a little girl, you got a grip on you,” he groaned in mock-pain as she squeezed him around the ribs. “Everything okay?” He kept one hand on her shoulder as she broke her embrace, his eyes searching her face.
“I’m fine,” she lied, smiling. In truth, she was upset not only about what she had just seen on the surveillance tapes but a brief, abrupt encounter in the hall with Jacob. He was pushy, demanding that she stick to her promised time for the interview, trying to make her promise, to swear she would be there.
“What did you find, Kitty?” Mark cut in before Logan could question her further. “I apologize for my impatience but…” he spread his hands in a helpless gesture, taking in the vandalized library with a frustrated sigh.
Kitty nodded, swallowing hard. “I looked at the footage for the hallway and the outside of the house along this back wall,” she pointed to the part of the library that formed part of the outer wall of the mansion. “There was nothing I could see but…” She jittered nervously, her gaze flickering between Mark and Logan. “I think you need to see this.”
Mark and Logan bent over Kitty’s shoulders in the tiny monitor room off the main hall; it was barely larger than a walk in closet and crammed with equipment to monitor all of the Institute’s security devices. A special vent to keep the room and equipment cool filled the space with a roaring noise, drowning the clicking sounds of Kitty bringing up the recorded footage on the view screen. “Here,” she said, pitching her voice to be heard above the noise of the cooling fans. “Watch!”
Mark and Logan let out identical whistles of surprise and disbelief as the scene on the screen before them played out. The library, empty and still, exploded into a flurry of papers and books, silent but furious. Kitty reached over and adjusted the volume, bringing the sound of the scene up. The thin rustle of papers and heavy thud of books mingled with a low, human growling noise as the storm of texts thickened, the locked case near Mark’s desk rocking back and forth on it’s base. Then, as suddenly as it started, it was over. The library door swung open and Mark walked in. “What,” Logan said thickly, “the fuck was that?”
“Poltergeist?” Kitty suggested timidly, not believing it even as she said it.
“No,” Mark said, shaking his head. “That was no poltergeist.” He stood, tugging his sleeves down his wrists, his face set in lines of annoyance. “That was a person.”
Amara raised a cool, appraising brow as she gave Jubilee the once over. “No.”
“Oh, come ON!” She bounced on her toes, pretending she did not see Remy watching them from the gazebo. She gave Amara a gentle shove before breaking into a cartwheel, wincing at the feel of gravel under her hands. They were waiting at the car, killing time before their visit to the Professor, and growing more bored with each passing second. “I’ll be eighteen on Friday. We GOTTA go!”
“You will not,” Rogue put in. “You’ll be eighteen in three months!”
“Well, my license will say I’m eighteen on Friday,” Jubilee corrected, winking broadly. “We HAVE to go the club!”
Amara shook her head, rolling her own eyes at the idea. “I have no desire to see naked men gyrating… do you have any idea how silly that would look?” The idea made her blush, actually, but she would never let on that she was embarrassed about seeing naked men in person, other than Lance. From what she could understand, it was quite different than the nudity of Nova Roma. It was far from artistic and religious but rather lascivious and intended to be titillating. Of course, she thought with a twinge of bitterness. Jubilee was excited about the idea.
“Hush,” Rogue said suddenly. “Company.” The camera crew, trailing Storm and a small cadre of younger students, was trooping towards them. “If they think they’re gonna go to the hospital with us, they got another think comin’,” she muttered to Amara, straightening as they drew near.
Amara shook her head, a familiar face suddenly blazing to life in her memory. “If they do,” she said softly, her skin warming in anger, “I’ll burn them myself.”