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28
PERFECTLY NORMAL CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… I *loved * Howl! ProPhile: Seriously, I so knew that was coming. Morgan: *gloke * Readers/Reviewers: Thank you so much for reading and reviewing as you can. For those of you who asked me to let you know about the AFFN thing… as far as I can tell it’s still gone.
Professor Xavier sighed softly, careful not to breathe too deep. He knew he could feel a lot worse at that moment but he was also not a tremendous fan of pain in the post op sense. He was awake, all traces of the anesthesia gone, but he was not exactly at his most spry. He could feel the nurse moving around the room, this one not a mutant, in itself a rarity for Saint Dymphna’s, but he knew her husband was one, a quite obvious one at that. He had gone underground, gone to the Morlock’s. He lowered his shields a bit more and felt a stab of sorrow from her, reminiscent of Storm’s when she let herself remember that Evan was below, moving through the sewers with others he felt were like him, his spiritual kith and kin. “Miss,” Professor Xavier said softly, his fingers uncurling from his loosely clenched fist to brush her wrist as she reached to adjust his oxygen monitor.
“Yes?” she smiled brightly, her face showing no evidence of her thoughts. Maybe he’s dead. It’s been three months and no word. He doesn’t even leave a note anymore. He’s ashamed. He could still pretend, still say he had an accident. Why does it matter what anyone else thinks? I loved him before even he knew he was a mutant. I’ve loved him since we were kids…
Professor Xavier caught the image, the picture of a man slightly below average in height, his skin a dark purple color, like a bruise or a deep scar. He had visible marks, similar to small pox scars but these were different. Something about them, Professor Xavier thought, was important. Sense organs, super sensitive ones, nerve centers… He realized he had been too quiet for too long and cleared his throat gently. “Would you like for me to get word to him?”
She stared, her lips slightly parted and eyes going wide and almost hopeful before she regained her professional demeanor and patted him gently on the hand. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she laughed lightly, but her thoughts betrayed her. A telepath. Damn it… I should have read his chart first…
“Ah, company,” he said suddenly, shifting his gaze away from the nurse and feeling her attention change. She would not question him, he knew, nor would she acknowledge he had even mentioned the offer. Storm knocked lightly on the half-open door to his private room and stuck her head around the side, smiling brightly. “Come on,” the Professor urged her. “Who all did you bring this time?”
“Us!” Jubilee’s loud voice sounded from out in the hall.
“Who’s us?” he called back, winking at the nurse like a good patient sharing an in joke. “I hope you left the loud mouths at home…”
“HEY!” Jubilee’s cry of indignation brought a smattering of giggles from the crowd in the hallway as Storm pushed the door open wider.
“Kitty, Jubilee, Kurt, Todd, Lance, and Artie.” Storm gave Artie a significant look that the Professor filed away for future analysis. “Amara is in the ladies’ room, cleaning up a spill.”
“My hand slipped,” Jubilee put in archly, her brows drawing together. “It was just water…”
Professor Xavier murmured a noncommittal noise and motioned for Storm to come closer. “What is it?” he asked quietly. “Something I can help with?”
“No,” she asserted. “Your only job is to heal.” She took up one of his hands and squeezed gently. “Kitty is just full of questions about the surgery…”
Kitty, frowning, moved into the room. She did not like being spoken to or about as if she were three years old. Storm, however, fixed her with a quelling look and she sighed. “I was wondering if Saint Dymphna’s procedures were any more advanced than the ones at an average hospital, given mutant physiology is markedly different on a cellular level.” She felt the Professor’s eyes on her, searching her face, but she did not feel the tendrils of his mind slip past her shields, such as they were. She barely heard his answer, smile and nod though she did, as her mind wandered back to the surveillance tapes at the mansion. She felt Kurt slip beside her, not touching her but taking Storm’s place as the permitted second visitor in the room. She felt his own eyes on her, different than the Professor’s, seeing things she knew only he could see in her expression and demeanor. After several moments, she realized that the Professor was not talking, seemingly waiting for some sort of response from her, and she smiled even more widely, nodding as if her head were about to fall off her neck.
“Professor,” Kurt said suddenly, “Remy is back for the time being. He will come visit you tonight, he said.” He smiled, his holo repaired easily by Kitty herself, covering the burn on his arm. It still hurt, the circular bald patch under the device, but he would not remark on it even should someone ask. “Emma is returning to Boston tonight to open the school after Spring break,” he continued, gaining momentum in his babble. “And my mother sends her regards and wants you to know that you are welcome to visit our home any time you wish! The village they are in now was once renowned for it’s healing baths…”
Professor Xavier smiled and nodded, letting Kurt rattle on as Kitty stood, uncharacteristically silent, next to him. Storm hovered in the doorway like a nervous mother hen, gathering her chicks into an orderly line to cycle through the visit calmly, with as little chaos as possible. He vented a subtle almost silent sigh, and smiled flatly. There was nothing to be done from here, he thought, no matter what the danger was at home.
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… I *loved * Howl! ProPhile: Seriously, I so knew that was coming. Morgan: *gloke * Readers/Reviewers: Thank you so much for reading and reviewing as you can. For those of you who asked me to let you know about the AFFN thing… as far as I can tell it’s still gone.
Professor Xavier sighed softly, careful not to breathe too deep. He knew he could feel a lot worse at that moment but he was also not a tremendous fan of pain in the post op sense. He was awake, all traces of the anesthesia gone, but he was not exactly at his most spry. He could feel the nurse moving around the room, this one not a mutant, in itself a rarity for Saint Dymphna’s, but he knew her husband was one, a quite obvious one at that. He had gone underground, gone to the Morlock’s. He lowered his shields a bit more and felt a stab of sorrow from her, reminiscent of Storm’s when she let herself remember that Evan was below, moving through the sewers with others he felt were like him, his spiritual kith and kin. “Miss,” Professor Xavier said softly, his fingers uncurling from his loosely clenched fist to brush her wrist as she reached to adjust his oxygen monitor.
“Yes?” she smiled brightly, her face showing no evidence of her thoughts. Maybe he’s dead. It’s been three months and no word. He doesn’t even leave a note anymore. He’s ashamed. He could still pretend, still say he had an accident. Why does it matter what anyone else thinks? I loved him before even he knew he was a mutant. I’ve loved him since we were kids…
Professor Xavier caught the image, the picture of a man slightly below average in height, his skin a dark purple color, like a bruise or a deep scar. He had visible marks, similar to small pox scars but these were different. Something about them, Professor Xavier thought, was important. Sense organs, super sensitive ones, nerve centers… He realized he had been too quiet for too long and cleared his throat gently. “Would you like for me to get word to him?”
She stared, her lips slightly parted and eyes going wide and almost hopeful before she regained her professional demeanor and patted him gently on the hand. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she laughed lightly, but her thoughts betrayed her. A telepath. Damn it… I should have read his chart first…
“Ah, company,” he said suddenly, shifting his gaze away from the nurse and feeling her attention change. She would not question him, he knew, nor would she acknowledge he had even mentioned the offer. Storm knocked lightly on the half-open door to his private room and stuck her head around the side, smiling brightly. “Come on,” the Professor urged her. “Who all did you bring this time?”
“Us!” Jubilee’s loud voice sounded from out in the hall.
“Who’s us?” he called back, winking at the nurse like a good patient sharing an in joke. “I hope you left the loud mouths at home…”
“HEY!” Jubilee’s cry of indignation brought a smattering of giggles from the crowd in the hallway as Storm pushed the door open wider.
“Kitty, Jubilee, Kurt, Todd, Lance, and Artie.” Storm gave Artie a significant look that the Professor filed away for future analysis. “Amara is in the ladies’ room, cleaning up a spill.”
“My hand slipped,” Jubilee put in archly, her brows drawing together. “It was just water…”
Professor Xavier murmured a noncommittal noise and motioned for Storm to come closer. “What is it?” he asked quietly. “Something I can help with?”
“No,” she asserted. “Your only job is to heal.” She took up one of his hands and squeezed gently. “Kitty is just full of questions about the surgery…”
Kitty, frowning, moved into the room. She did not like being spoken to or about as if she were three years old. Storm, however, fixed her with a quelling look and she sighed. “I was wondering if Saint Dymphna’s procedures were any more advanced than the ones at an average hospital, given mutant physiology is markedly different on a cellular level.” She felt the Professor’s eyes on her, searching her face, but she did not feel the tendrils of his mind slip past her shields, such as they were. She barely heard his answer, smile and nod though she did, as her mind wandered back to the surveillance tapes at the mansion. She felt Kurt slip beside her, not touching her but taking Storm’s place as the permitted second visitor in the room. She felt his own eyes on her, different than the Professor’s, seeing things she knew only he could see in her expression and demeanor. After several moments, she realized that the Professor was not talking, seemingly waiting for some sort of response from her, and she smiled even more widely, nodding as if her head were about to fall off her neck.
“Professor,” Kurt said suddenly, “Remy is back for the time being. He will come visit you tonight, he said.” He smiled, his holo repaired easily by Kitty herself, covering the burn on his arm. It still hurt, the circular bald patch under the device, but he would not remark on it even should someone ask. “Emma is returning to Boston tonight to open the school after Spring break,” he continued, gaining momentum in his babble. “And my mother sends her regards and wants you to know that you are welcome to visit our home any time you wish! The village they are in now was once renowned for it’s healing baths…”
Professor Xavier smiled and nodded, letting Kurt rattle on as Kitty stood, uncharacteristically silent, next to him. Storm hovered in the doorway like a nervous mother hen, gathering her chicks into an orderly line to cycle through the visit calmly, with as little chaos as possible. He vented a subtle almost silent sigh, and smiled flatly. There was nothing to be done from here, he thought, no matter what the danger was at home.