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Scott
Summers strode into the War Room. Kurt was already there; his tail curled
around a half-full blue Slurpee. He had his eyes closed and feet propped up on
the seat next to him, a change from his customary crouch. He had his mp3 player
earphones on, his lips barely moving in a silent sing-along. He was wearing
jeans and a red tee shirt that read, �Give me your candy or I�ll steal your
boyfriend�. His hooded leather trench hung from the back of the chair. K too took no notice of Scott as the Team Leader set down a file on the War Room
table and brought up a holo-screen
Wolverine
walked in next, two bottles of beer in his hane kie kicked Kurt�s legs from the
chair and sat down, simultaneously yanking the ear-buds from Kurt�s ears.
�Arschloch,� Kurt muttered, as he caught his mp3 player before it hit the
floor.
�Hi,
Elf.�an san smiled good-naturedly. �You little pointy-eared fucker.�
Kitty,
eyes wide and face still flushed, reached out and picked up a cookie. She
stared at it and tried to figure out what the hell just happened.
�Have
fun in Madripoor, guys. Try not to get any social diseases.� Bobby left, the
cleats of his golf shoes clicking down the hall.
Kurt
sipped his Slurpee and tried to catch Kitty�s eye so he could mouth an apology
to her. He couldn�t, she had her head down and was examining her peanut butter
cookie thoroughly. This is stupid, something�s obviously wrong with me. I
think I�ve seen this fucking movie...guy develops mood swings and mysterious
headaches, after being involved in some sort of magical ritual, starts having bizarre
�epis�. I�. I�m going to tell people before they have to fetch me a young
priest and an old priest and I start projectile barfing pea soup. He
cleared his throat, �After the mission briefing, I need to talk to you guys,� he said, a little awkwardly. Then I am
so going clubbing. Possessed by the devil or not. He felt a very real
tendril of fear lash at him as soon as he had the thought. A hand touched his
arm and he looked over, surprised. Sage patted his
arm lightly, a trace of sympathy in the side-glance she gave him.
�Sure,�
Scott sunk into his seat, �Jean, could you get the door?� With a look, Jean�s
TK shut the War Room door. She remembered being disappointed when she had first
arrived that the sub-basement doors didn�t slide shut like in Star Trek.
�Ok, guys. I have a few things I need to talk to you about and then I�ll turn
your team back over to you, Kurt.�
Jean
looked down; Scott had slipped his hand in hers and was gently squeezing it in
a reassuring way. Oh, shit, she thought, someone has a tumor.

Warrentopia,
recently sanitized and now April fresh, was back in business. Viceroy Jubilee
sat cross-legged next to Warren and wore her plastic pink tiara proudly. The
battered Post-It Note that bore the Proclamation of her Royal Office was
affixed to her glittery wand. Betsy reclined on the other side of Warren, a
bowl of M&M�s in her lap. Law & Order had the three transfixed.
�...It�s
not the sodding doctor. It�s too fucking predictable. These programmes always
have a twist.� Betsy tossed back a handful of M&M�s.
�Yeah,
there�s usually a twist...makes for better TV drama,� Jubilee remarked, digging her hand into the bowl.
�It�s
the doctor,� Warren insisted. �I�m a Law student. I
know such things.�
�My
arse. The doctor�s a bloody tosser but he�s not the killer. I think it�s that
wilting violet of a sister he�s got.� Betsy eyed Warren with sudden
inspiration. �Let�s wager. If it�s not the doctor, then...� Betsy smiled. �You
have to kiss a boy. A good tonsil-lapping snog with tongues lashing about
furiously. A strapping lad of my choosing.�
�Whatever,
Betsy. Fine.� Warren rolled his eyes. �It is the doctor. What do I get
when I win?�
�I�ll
kiss, in any manner you like, anyone of you�re choosing...any gender.� Betsy
grinned, �Oh, fuck it. I�ll shag anyone you want, within reason, of
course, Fred Dukes is right out.� She stuck out her hand. �Shake.� Warren
gripped her hand and shook it.

�Sucker,�
muttered his Viceroy.

**

�OK,
Let�s start.� Scott didn�t stand up, he continued to sit at the head of the War
Table, holding Jean�s hand. He didn�t stand up, he wasn�t in uniform, he had
his regular ruby quartz �sunglasses� on instead of his visor, and even his
voice hadn�t lapsed into the crisp professional timbre of Cyclops. Jean
swallowed, a knot of worry growing in the pit of her belly. This wasn�t a Team
Meeting; it was a family meeting. Scott had news and was going to break
it to them. Jean brought up her own holoscreen. Sure, enough...Blue and Gold
teams were also going to be meeting with Scott tonight. Not in the War Room, in
the kitchen.
�The
Professor is missing. He�s been missing for weeks. He�s...he�s not...Cerebro
can�t find him.� Scott took a breath.
�What?�
Jean ed aed at him incredulously. �He contacted me. He told me about Logan and
the Hand and how to send Kurt...�
�Jean,�
Scott interrupted, �Logan wasn�t being followed by the Hand. Sage was. The
Professor would have known that.�
Wolverine�s
cell phone rang. He glanat tat the caller ID. �I gotta take this.� He got up
and strode out.
�I
used Kurt as bait. Someone wanted him in Toronto, and I don�t believe it was
Charles. But since it was a telepathic communication, I opted to not compromise
the mission by telling Kurt everything.� Scott winced under Jean�s angry glare.
�In
case someone read my mind.� Kurt nodded.
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