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29
Quixotic Chapter Twenty Nine (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… I found an extra Tim
again…*sends him with the dolphin * InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink and Dracena
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Readers/Reviewers: *GLOMP *
Emma raised
her eyebrows in a picture of abject innocence.
“What makes you think I know where he is?”
Professor
Xavier tilted his head to one side in observance. “Paralyzed,” he said, tapping
one knee. “Not paralyzed,” he added,
tapping his temple.[1]
Emma
shrugged. “I have no idea where Kurt
ran to.”
“I know you
were walking around in there, Emma,” he continued as if she had not
spoken. “I know Jean asked you to peek,
to use her words. I do not approve of
any of this.”
“There’s
nothing to approve of, Charles,” Emma said lightly. “You have a party to get ready for and no time to waste trying to
find Kurt, who can’t have gone far. You
said yourself Cerebro has not picked up signs of him porting.”
Professor
Xavier frowned. “I am not going to
dilly dally getting ready for a party while one of my students is…”
“Charles,”
she said softly but firmly, pressing her fingers against his lips. “An hour.
Give me an hour and I’ll find him.
After that, if I haven’t, he’s all yours.”
Professor
Xavier narrowed his eyes. “No.”
“No?” Emma blinked, taken aback. “No?”
“I have
always felt you have never heard that word enough,” the Professor sighed. He motioned her out of his way and passed
into the outer chamber of Cerebro. “Now,
you came barreling in here after I told you to meet me in my office. Unless you have something more important to
say…” he paused for effect, “I have a student to find.”
Emma
clenched her jaw and nodded sharply. “Right. And I have a pedicure to finish.” She strode from the room, her heels clicking
loudly on the metallic floor. “Git,”
she muttered under her breath as she turned the corner into the main hall. “I have a student to find,” she
mimicked.
“Who?” Banshee was just exiting the elevator when
Emma rounded the corner, talking to herself.
“And why are you mumbling?”
She turned
slowly to face him and growled, “Professor Xavier is a git.”
“Somehow,
it doesn’t sound as insulting when Americans say it,” Banshee sighed, though he
smiled.
“Dork.”
“That’s
more like it.”
Emma fought
the urge to kick him. “Kurt is missing
again.” Tersely, she relayed the events
of hours previous to a vaguely amused Irishman. “Thoughts?”
“Several,
but none helpful.” He grinned at Emma
and laughed at her consternation. “He’ll
turn up. He always does.”
“Sean, I am
vaguely concerned here…”
“Don’t
be. I know where he is.”
“What?” She
crossed to him in three steps. “Where?”
“Come on, I‘ll
show you.”
“Can’t you
just tell me?”
“You really
have to see this to believe it…”
“Why do you
keep staring at me?”
“Todd…”
“Don’t
sound so sad,” he ordered. “I don’t
need sad from you.”
“Your
mother just died, sweetie…it’s okay to feel something…”
Todd
rounded on her with a snarl. “You know
how often I’ve seen my mom since I was twelve? Never. I ran fast as I could and never looked back. The only way they found me here was through
Mystique, probably. Uncle Leo knew
where I was…he lives in Riverview.” He
paused, aware that he was rambling. “I
ain’t goin’ to no funeral.”
“Okay,”
Rogue said softly. “That’s fine. That’s your choice.”
“Don’t,” he
growled, “say that!”
“What do
you want me to say?” She leaned against
the doorframe, her arms crossed over her bare stomach. The mansion was inordinately hot and no one
could figure out why. Scott blamed Logan
monkeying with the thermostat, Logan blamed Scott… It was a viscous circle. She blew her bangs off her sweaty forehead
and continued, “Want me to tell you it’s not okay? That you have to go?”
“No! Yes…maybe…I don’t know!” He flung himself face-down on the bed and
groaned into the pillows. “What am I
supposed to do?”
She padded
into the room, closing the door behind her.
“I can’t tell you that and you know it.
All I can say is do what you know is right for you.”
“You’re
talkin’ like Storm.”
“It’s the
heat. Makes me philosophical in a
Faulkner sort of way.” She sat opposite
him on Lance’s bed, tucking her legs beneath her yoga-fashion.
“I never
went to my dad’s funeral,” he said thickly, rolling into his back. “Didn’t really know him but still… He had to
be better than mom.”
Rogue
stared down at him and sighed. “Todd,
if you want to go, I’ll go with you.”
“No.”
“No not
going or no don’t go with?”
“Both.”
“Todd…”
“No.” He sat up, lacing his fingers into a knot
and staring at them for a long moment before speaking again. “It’s over.
Whatever my past was, that’s it.
Brotherhood, Brooklyn, Ma…it’s over.”
“Is that
good?”
“I think…”
Rogue eased
off the bed and moved to sit as close to him as she dared with her exposed
flesh. “You know, I used to think
cuttin’ all my ties with my past was good.
That it was just what I needed to do to become better, less…me.”
“Exactly!”
“Hate to
break it to you, it doesn’t work like that.
Your past gets sucked into your
present and makes your future.”
“Marie,” he
groaned. “No deep!”
“Suck it
up, baby. You know I’m tellin’ the
truth. Whatever you came from is what’ll
make or break you in the end.” She
stood and smoothed her hands over the front of her skirt. “Kitty’s gonna blow a gasket if I don’t
start helpin’ her look for Kurt, but you know you just have to holler for me an’
I’ll be here for you to bitch to.”
Todd nodded
distractedly but suddenly sprang to his feet as she gained the door. “You care if you miss Christmas?”
“Huh?”
“The
funeral’s the 27th. If we
leave tomorrow morning, we’ll be there in no
time an’ I can get stuff outta the house before my uncles do.”
She smiled
faintly. “Goths don’t do Christmas
anyway…”[2]
Todd
sighed. “Sure ya don’t, Marie.”
“What time?”
“Whenever…Six?”
“Make it
nine and I’ll be extra nice in the car.”
“Nine it is…”
A/N Sorry this one is so short… I had issues, lol. Next one will include some minor presmut,
Kurt and Christmas…
[1] My
paraplegic uncle said that to someone once who was talking to him like he was
an idiot just b/c he’s in a chair.
[2] Yeah, a lie,
but a Rogue lie.
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… I found an extra Tim
again…*sends him with the dolphin * InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink and Dracena
are extra sparkley for archiving/hosting!
ProPhile is a helpful smutmuse!
Readers/Reviewers: *GLOMP *
Emma raised
her eyebrows in a picture of abject innocence.
“What makes you think I know where he is?”
Professor
Xavier tilted his head to one side in observance. “Paralyzed,” he said, tapping
one knee. “Not paralyzed,” he added,
tapping his temple.[1]
Emma
shrugged. “I have no idea where Kurt
ran to.”
“I know you
were walking around in there, Emma,” he continued as if she had not
spoken. “I know Jean asked you to peek,
to use her words. I do not approve of
any of this.”
“There’s
nothing to approve of, Charles,” Emma said lightly. “You have a party to get ready for and no time to waste trying to
find Kurt, who can’t have gone far. You
said yourself Cerebro has not picked up signs of him porting.”
Professor
Xavier frowned. “I am not going to
dilly dally getting ready for a party while one of my students is…”
“Charles,”
she said softly but firmly, pressing her fingers against his lips. “An hour.
Give me an hour and I’ll find him.
After that, if I haven’t, he’s all yours.”
Professor
Xavier narrowed his eyes. “No.”
“No?” Emma blinked, taken aback. “No?”
“I have
always felt you have never heard that word enough,” the Professor sighed. He motioned her out of his way and passed
into the outer chamber of Cerebro. “Now,
you came barreling in here after I told you to meet me in my office. Unless you have something more important to
say…” he paused for effect, “I have a student to find.”
Emma
clenched her jaw and nodded sharply. “Right. And I have a pedicure to finish.” She strode from the room, her heels clicking
loudly on the metallic floor. “Git,”
she muttered under her breath as she turned the corner into the main hall. “I have a student to find,” she
mimicked.
“Who?” Banshee was just exiting the elevator when
Emma rounded the corner, talking to herself.
“And why are you mumbling?”
She turned
slowly to face him and growled, “Professor Xavier is a git.”
“Somehow,
it doesn’t sound as insulting when Americans say it,” Banshee sighed, though he
smiled.
“Dork.”
“That’s
more like it.”
Emma fought
the urge to kick him. “Kurt is missing
again.” Tersely, she relayed the events
of hours previous to a vaguely amused Irishman. “Thoughts?”
“Several,
but none helpful.” He grinned at Emma
and laughed at her consternation. “He’ll
turn up. He always does.”
“Sean, I am
vaguely concerned here…”
“Don’t
be. I know where he is.”
“What?” She
crossed to him in three steps. “Where?”
“Come on, I‘ll
show you.”
“Can’t you
just tell me?”
“You really
have to see this to believe it…”
“Why do you
keep staring at me?”
“Todd…”
“Don’t
sound so sad,” he ordered. “I don’t
need sad from you.”
“Your
mother just died, sweetie…it’s okay to feel something…”
Todd
rounded on her with a snarl. “You know
how often I’ve seen my mom since I was twelve? Never. I ran fast as I could and never looked back. The only way they found me here was through
Mystique, probably. Uncle Leo knew
where I was…he lives in Riverview.” He
paused, aware that he was rambling. “I
ain’t goin’ to no funeral.”
“Okay,”
Rogue said softly. “That’s fine. That’s your choice.”
“Don’t,” he
growled, “say that!”
“What do
you want me to say?” She leaned against
the doorframe, her arms crossed over her bare stomach. The mansion was inordinately hot and no one
could figure out why. Scott blamed Logan
monkeying with the thermostat, Logan blamed Scott… It was a viscous circle. She blew her bangs off her sweaty forehead
and continued, “Want me to tell you it’s not okay? That you have to go?”
“No! Yes…maybe…I don’t know!” He flung himself face-down on the bed and
groaned into the pillows. “What am I
supposed to do?”
She padded
into the room, closing the door behind her.
“I can’t tell you that and you know it.
All I can say is do what you know is right for you.”
“You’re
talkin’ like Storm.”
“It’s the
heat. Makes me philosophical in a
Faulkner sort of way.” She sat opposite
him on Lance’s bed, tucking her legs beneath her yoga-fashion.
“I never
went to my dad’s funeral,” he said thickly, rolling into his back. “Didn’t really know him but still… He had to
be better than mom.”
Rogue
stared down at him and sighed. “Todd,
if you want to go, I’ll go with you.”
“No.”
“No not
going or no don’t go with?”
“Both.”
“Todd…”
“No.” He sat up, lacing his fingers into a knot
and staring at them for a long moment before speaking again. “It’s over.
Whatever my past was, that’s it.
Brotherhood, Brooklyn, Ma…it’s over.”
“Is that
good?”
“I think…”
Rogue eased
off the bed and moved to sit as close to him as she dared with her exposed
flesh. “You know, I used to think
cuttin’ all my ties with my past was good.
That it was just what I needed to do to become better, less…me.”
“Exactly!”
“Hate to
break it to you, it doesn’t work like that.
Your past gets sucked into your
present and makes your future.”
“Marie,” he
groaned. “No deep!”
“Suck it
up, baby. You know I’m tellin’ the
truth. Whatever you came from is what’ll
make or break you in the end.” She
stood and smoothed her hands over the front of her skirt. “Kitty’s gonna blow a gasket if I don’t
start helpin’ her look for Kurt, but you know you just have to holler for me an’
I’ll be here for you to bitch to.”
Todd nodded
distractedly but suddenly sprang to his feet as she gained the door. “You care if you miss Christmas?”
“Huh?”
“The
funeral’s the 27th. If we
leave tomorrow morning, we’ll be there in no
time an’ I can get stuff outta the house before my uncles do.”
She smiled
faintly. “Goths don’t do Christmas
anyway…”[2]
Todd
sighed. “Sure ya don’t, Marie.”
“What time?”
“Whenever…Six?”
“Make it
nine and I’ll be extra nice in the car.”
“Nine it is…”
A/N Sorry this one is so short… I had issues, lol. Next one will include some minor presmut,
Kurt and Christmas…
[1] My
paraplegic uncle said that to someone once who was talking to him like he was
an idiot just b/c he’s in a chair.
[2] Yeah, a lie,
but a Rogue lie.