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- 1-Bellwether
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- 54-Epilogue
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Bellwether Chapter Thirty One
Disclaimers Apply

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     Mark closed his eyes and tried to press the
incipient headache into submission with his fingertips. It was not
working. The rumblings had ceased over an hour before but he was still
feeling them in his legs, making him wonder if he had developed a tremor
himself. Lance was laying feet away in the medical unit, migraine
pounding behind his eyes, jaw clenched in pain, as Beast played solitaire on
the laptop at the desk across the room. �I�ll just be going then,� the
librarian announced quietly. �I�m feeling a lot better.�
     Beast raised a brow but did not look up from his
game. �You don�t sound as if you�re feeling better. I admit that I
have not known you a terribly long time but the Mark I know would not say that
he was feeling a lot better.� With a soft sigh of resignation, he shut
down the game and closed the laptop. �However, I cannot find anything
wrong with you medically speaking and I cannot force you to stay against your
will.�

As he spoke, Penance padded from her spot in the corner, where
she had been carefully, mournfully, turning the pages of a book she had
discovered in the lost and found bin earlier that day. No matter how hard
she tried, she could not turn the pages without tearing them and had taken to
going to Beast for comfort every ten pages or so.
     �Will he be alright?� Mark asked, ignoring Beast�s
comments and nodding at Lance. �He looks beat.� Part of Mark�s mind
registered that his accent was different, not the Newcastle bent he had had for
his entire life. It felt�coarse. Clearing his throat, he added, �I
suppose there�s no sign of the Shi�ar?� He was relieved to hear his own
proper voice again.
     �Neither hide nor hair,� Beast agreed, stretching
as he rose to his feet, his lab coat flapping like white wings behind
him. �Storm is looking as best she can, though� I doubt it will be
difficult to find a six foot four, avian-appearing biped��
     �We�re awfully close to New York City,� Mark
shrugged. �You never know.� They shared a rueful smile and turned
their attention to Penance, who was raising a fuss in her own, silent
way. She seemed to be stalking Mark, prowling in a half-crouch towards
him, weaving from one side of the aisle between the beds to the other.
�Yes?� the librarian asked, brows creeping upwards. �May I help you?�
     Penance paused and straightened, her face set in
grim lines of determination as she stopped within a few feet of him, just out
of arm�s reach as Beast looked on, outwardly impassive but ready, nonetheless,
to spring forward and intercede if need be. She licked her lips as if she
were about to speak but instead simply tilted her head and raised her finger,
pointing to Mark�s chest.

Something inside the Englishman stirred to flame, some
awareness he did not like. He stepped back unconsciously, his eyes
narrowing on Penance. �Yes?� he asked, almost a hiss.
     She frowned, dropped her hand, and turned back to
Beast, padding to his desk silently and pointing to the torn book laying on her
bed. Beast murmured a placation and gave Mark a significant look.
�We�ll talk later,� he said to his friend and turned to usher Penance back to
her bed.
     Mark nodded slowly, forcing himself to turn and
stride from the room. He had not been feeling well for most of the evening,
something he wanted to blame on his fall down the stairs but he knew, deep down
inside, he had nothing to do with any real or perceived head injury. He
felt hot and shaky all over, alternating with fits of agitation and
frustration. He felt like a teenager again around Emma and, he noted with
even more horror, Storm. He was noticing how they smelled, how they
sounded, how they moved. He could not help it and he had never been prone
to such lustful fits before; it was disconcerting. He had made his way to
Beast�s office in the hopes of finding something stronger than the paracetamol
he schlepped with him from England but was given two aspirin and a keen look
from the good doctor before going on his way. _It�s just because I�m
tired, _ he reasoned, making his way back to the library. It was almost
dawn and the house had settled after the rumblings brought on by Lance.
Saint John and Bobby were taking stock of any cracks in the plaster and
flooring they could find, and Storm was apparently look for the Shi�ar
exile. That left him, he thought with a small amount of satisfaction, to
clean up any mess in the library.

The burning in his bones grew stronger, almost painful, at that
thought. With a harshly indrawn breath, he stopped and leaned against the
nearest wall, squeezing his eyes shut against the throbbing well of
hyperawareness that seemed to be taking over his senses, his very body.
He could hear their voices, all the wakeful people in the mansion, feel the
heat rising from bodies, the soft rise and fall of breath and he could smell
their flesh�not perfume or soap or artificial scent, but their very
flesh. The sensations skittered away into almost nothingness as the heat
abated, a subtle shift in the air around him indicating that he was not alone.
Mark forced his eyes open and found Emma staring at him, her expression
inscrutable as she stood, feet away, arms akimbo and lips set in a grim
line. She smelled, he thought with a twist of annoyance, like salt-sweat
and sweet skin. She did not move as he took first one, then two steps
towards her, closing the distance between them. Her expression flickered,
moving from neutral to concerned to angry, but it was too late. He seized
her by the shoulders and pressed his lips to hers, feeling her tense within
seconds of the embrace. He was horrified, abashed, and angry, but he
could not stop it. The heat was slaking, abating as the kiss
continued. Emma gained her senses after a bare moment that felt like an
eternity, throwing Mark into the wall, knocking a hole in the plaster with his
shoulder before he hit the floor.
     �What the HELL do you think you�re about?� she
snarled, eyes snapping in anger.
     �I don�t�� he shook himself, the heat gone, his
bones once again his own. �Oh, gods. I�m going to be ill��
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