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Adult ++
Chapters:
51
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Family Ties Chapter Thirty (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse and Hamster Witch… I think I kinda miss the
Geometrignats. *sniffle * InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink get
sparkley muses to do their bidding because they archive. ProPhile gets cookies for being a smutmuse
and Ramsey, Tex and Jubilee (who I hope has a life preserver right nowt ext extra
platypi because frankly, I’m up to my elbows in the suckers… Readers/Reviewers:
I adore you, I worship you, I bow to your readership and dance happy circles
because you read my fics. J
If this
is Heaven, I want to complain…
Tabby was uncomfortable, to say the least, and miserable to say the
most. Everything was sore and her eyes
ached from the brilliant white light in the room, but, even as she thought about
the pain, it ceased. The white light
dimmed and became a soft golden glow, reminiscent of sunlight in the late
afternoon. She slowly opened her eyes
and sighed in near wonder; the room had changed from stark white and
unforgiving planes to a very comfortable parlor, replete with well-used
furniture, wood floor scattered with throw rugs and several potted plants. What caught her eye and made her move,
though, was a sun catcher hanging in the window between gingham curtains. A soft breeze, scented with newly mown grass
and soing ing faintly floral made the shining ornament twist slowly, tempting
her to touch it.
“What’re
you doing?”
Tabby
nearly screamed at the sound of the new voice.
Turning quickly, vaguely surprised that she was not dizzy, she faced a
tall young man with sandy colored hair and eyes so green the color was obvious
even across the room. “Who’re you?”
“Very
funny,” he said, starting to smile, then paused and frowned. “You really don’t know, huh?”
“Look,”
Tabby began, taking a few steps forward.
“Oh, my God…no fucking way!”
“Kiss your
son with that mouth?”
“Lucas?” Tabby swayed and fell back to lean against the
windowsill. “Are we…are we dead?”
“Nope. Not for a long time…” He smiled and closed the distance between
them. “They told me you’d recognize me
because I look like you.”
“A little…you
actually look like my dad but…” Tabby shook her head as if to clear it. “What the fu…Hell is going on here?”
“You’re
kind of in limbo. A coma, actually…” Lucas cocked his head to one side and
frowned. “You don’t look so good, Mom.”
She mouthed
the appellation silently and felt a tinge of warmth in her cheeks. “How old are you?”
“A few
months.”
“You look
eighteen,” she said dubiously.
“Well, in
your head I do. In reality, I’m still
in diapers and urping up my bottle on some bald guy’s shoulder. He really needs to invest in wash and wear
shirts.”
“What’re you
doing here?”
“Think of
this as an amalgam of A Christmas Carol and It’s a Wonderful Life
without the angels or ghosts. You’re
between two planes right now, Mom. You
had to have surgery for some internal bleeding and…and it got bad.” Lucas looked as if he might be ill. Instead, he laid a hand on Tabby’s shoulder
and squeezed gently. “You’re in a coma
still and it’s touch and go. No one
knows where you are. That’s why Wanda
hasn’t been to see you.”
“Oh,” she
said weakly, sinking to sit on the floor.
“What…what do I need to do to wake up?”
“Heal.”
“Heal.”
“Emotionally
anyway. The physical part you can’t do
much about even with your mutation…”
“You know?”
“I’m your
son. Duh.”
“That’s my
boy,” she sighed. “Are you?”
“Time and
place…” He shook his head and smiled a
little. “You’re blaming yourself for
getting jumpnd ynd you hate yourself for dumping me at that place with the bald
guy. Don’t.”
Tabby
sniffled dangerously. “Lucas, you have
no idea…”
“Oh, yes I
do! Mom, listen to me…” He dropped to
his knees in front of her and forced her to look at him. “You left me with people who care about us
both and who’ll never let anything happen to me. You were scared and overwhelmed and it’s perfectly
understandable. I love you, Mom. Come back to me.”
Tabby
blinked and stared at the wavering outline of her son. “Are you real? Really real? I mean…here?”
Lucas
smiled and nodded. “It’s a favor
someone in a high place called in…”
“Are you
really a mutant like me and…and…”
“Like you
and my father? Yeah.” He leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss
to her forehead. “You’re not going to
realize it for a while, though.”
“Why not?”
she asked plaintively as he started to fade.
“Let’s just
say you think I’m incredibly good at guessing what I’m getting for my birthday…” He disappeared entirely then and the room
shifted from cozy to hospital-sterile.
Great. My son is a precog. Fanfreakingtastic. She inhaled slowly and felt a nearly delicious pain in her
lungs. That’s good. I can feel… A faint beeping grew louder as the room gained definition. She tried to speak and found her tongue
cleaved to the roof of her mouth, dry and thick. Whatever words she tried to form came out as groans and muffled
grunts, even when a kind, open face appeared above her. “Gnnnnh!”
“Miss Doe!
You’re awake!” The face vanished and
reappeared, smiling broadly. “The
doctor’s on his way!”
I’ll
just wait here then… “Gnh hmm ng mm…”
That didn’t sound right…
She tried again with similar results, finally giving up and closing her
eyes. Just a little nap…
“Wake up!”
“Nhhh!” She tried to recoil from the sharp pinch on
her inner elbow but found it difficult to move.
“I’m Doctor
Stevens…I’m afraid we don’t know your name, miss. Can you tell me your name?”
“T…be…”
“T” T” The doctor wrinkled his brow.
She made a
growling noise in her throat and tried again.
“T…be…ta!”
“Tabitha?”
he suggested after a moment’s pause.
“Yessh!”
“Ah…” He turned to the kind faced nurse and
muttered, “Her name’s Tabitha. Start a check
with the missing persons bureaus for the surrounding counties…”
Tabby
relaxed visibly, sinking into the pillows.
I’m going home now…
Scott
wavered at the threshold, reluctant to knock.
He was saved from making a decision himself by the door swinging open
seemingly of its own volition. “Um,
Professor?”
“I’m afraid
not,” Banshee sighed. “He’s using
Cerebro at the moment. Seems he knows
where Jubilee is…”
“Jubilee’s
missing?” Scott said, alarmed.
“Not
missing. Just late.” Banshee shrugged and moved out from behind
the desk where he had been going over plans for the school. “Can I help you, lad?”
“I don’t
know,” he sighed, frustrated. “You surubilubilee’s not missing?”
Banshee
rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. “Down, boy. If she were missing,
wouldn’t I be more worried than this?”
Scott eyed
the prosaic Irishman and shrugged. “Guess
so.”
“Now, what
seems to be the problem?”
“I just
wanted to talk to the Professor…”
“I was
under tmprempression that the two of you were on the outs.”
“We were. I
think.” It occurred to Scott that the
Professor had not actually expressed any deep desire to have him out of his
life but it was a decision Scott made on his own. “I wanted to apologize for getting so pissed about the boathouse
thing.”
“Ah…” Banshee’s bland expression eased into a
smile. “I have to admit that I was a
bit shocked when I heard about the marriage.
I would’ikediked an invitation.”
“We eloped.”
“As the
kids say, no shit.”
Scott had
to smile. “We still haven’t told her
parents or my brother yet.”
“Maybe you
should, eh?”
“Wouldn’t
hurt,” Scott muttered, wondering what time it was in Hawaii.
“I’ve been
meaning to tell you, good work maintaining the cars and such, Scott. I’m impressed. Most people your age wouldn’t take the time or care to keep
things running so smoothly.”
“Thanks,”
Scott said, a bit taken aback by the change in topic. “I like mechanical stuff,” he shrugged.
“There’s a
course at the community college to get ASE certified, you know.”
“Noted.” Scott eyed him carefully. “Why would I need to know that, though?”
“Just felt
it was worth mentioning. Last I heard,
you didn’t know quite what you wanted to do after high school and…”
don’don’t
think I’m going to college.”
“No harm in
that.” Banshee smiled. “I didn’t and I turned out okay, eh?”
Scott
blinked. He had not considered the fact
that most of the adults he knew had never been to university before and they
seemed just as happy as those who had. “Why
didn’t you go?”
“No money
or inclination.”
“Good
enough reasons…”
“Anyway, I’m
supposed to meet some Forge for a drink in town. I’d better get going before he picks a fight with someone. Think about that course, though. You never know when something like that
would come in useful.”
Scott
nodded absently and moved out of Banshee’s way. What do I need a course for?
I already know about fixing cars and just about anything with moving
parts…Not as good as Forge but good enough! He found he was
walking as he thought, heading towards the little used corridor that led to
Cerebro. Maybe…No, he wouldn’t,
would he? What would Jean say? What would she think? He paused outside the metal doors and
sighed. One way to find out…
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse and Hamster Witch… I think I kinda miss the
Geometrignats. *sniffle * InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink get
sparkley muses to do their bidding because they archive. ProPhile gets cookies for being a smutmuse
and Ramsey, Tex and Jubilee (who I hope has a life preserver right nowt ext extra
platypi because frankly, I’m up to my elbows in the suckers… Readers/Reviewers:
I adore you, I worship you, I bow to your readership and dance happy circles
because you read my fics. J
If this
is Heaven, I want to complain…
Tabby was uncomfortable, to say the least, and miserable to say the
most. Everything was sore and her eyes
ached from the brilliant white light in the room, but, even as she thought about
the pain, it ceased. The white light
dimmed and became a soft golden glow, reminiscent of sunlight in the late
afternoon. She slowly opened her eyes
and sighed in near wonder; the room had changed from stark white and
unforgiving planes to a very comfortable parlor, replete with well-used
furniture, wood floor scattered with throw rugs and several potted plants. What caught her eye and made her move,
though, was a sun catcher hanging in the window between gingham curtains. A soft breeze, scented with newly mown grass
and soing ing faintly floral made the shining ornament twist slowly, tempting
her to touch it.
“What’re
you doing?”
Tabby
nearly screamed at the sound of the new voice.
Turning quickly, vaguely surprised that she was not dizzy, she faced a
tall young man with sandy colored hair and eyes so green the color was obvious
even across the room. “Who’re you?”
“Very
funny,” he said, starting to smile, then paused and frowned. “You really don’t know, huh?”
“Look,”
Tabby began, taking a few steps forward.
“Oh, my God…no fucking way!”
“Kiss your
son with that mouth?”
“Lucas?” Tabby swayed and fell back to lean against the
windowsill. “Are we…are we dead?”
“Nope. Not for a long time…” He smiled and closed the distance between
them. “They told me you’d recognize me
because I look like you.”
“A little…you
actually look like my dad but…” Tabby shook her head as if to clear it. “What the fu…Hell is going on here?”
“You’re
kind of in limbo. A coma, actually…” Lucas cocked his head to one side and
frowned. “You don’t look so good, Mom.”
She mouthed
the appellation silently and felt a tinge of warmth in her cheeks. “How old are you?”
“A few
months.”
“You look
eighteen,” she said dubiously.
“Well, in
your head I do. In reality, I’m still
in diapers and urping up my bottle on some bald guy’s shoulder. He really needs to invest in wash and wear
shirts.”
“What’re you
doing here?”
“Think of
this as an amalgam of A Christmas Carol and It’s a Wonderful Life
without the angels or ghosts. You’re
between two planes right now, Mom. You
had to have surgery for some internal bleeding and…and it got bad.” Lucas looked as if he might be ill. Instead, he laid a hand on Tabby’s shoulder
and squeezed gently. “You’re in a coma
still and it’s touch and go. No one
knows where you are. That’s why Wanda
hasn’t been to see you.”
“Oh,” she
said weakly, sinking to sit on the floor.
“What…what do I need to do to wake up?”
“Heal.”
“Heal.”
“Emotionally
anyway. The physical part you can’t do
much about even with your mutation…”
“You know?”
“I’m your
son. Duh.”
“That’s my
boy,” she sighed. “Are you?”
“Time and
place…” He shook his head and smiled a
little. “You’re blaming yourself for
getting jumpnd ynd you hate yourself for dumping me at that place with the bald
guy. Don’t.”
Tabby
sniffled dangerously. “Lucas, you have
no idea…”
“Oh, yes I
do! Mom, listen to me…” He dropped to
his knees in front of her and forced her to look at him. “You left me with people who care about us
both and who’ll never let anything happen to me. You were scared and overwhelmed and it’s perfectly
understandable. I love you, Mom. Come back to me.”
Tabby
blinked and stared at the wavering outline of her son. “Are you real? Really real? I mean…here?”
Lucas
smiled and nodded. “It’s a favor
someone in a high place called in…”
“Are you
really a mutant like me and…and…”
“Like you
and my father? Yeah.” He leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss
to her forehead. “You’re not going to
realize it for a while, though.”
“Why not?”
she asked plaintively as he started to fade.
“Let’s just
say you think I’m incredibly good at guessing what I’m getting for my birthday…” He disappeared entirely then and the room
shifted from cozy to hospital-sterile.
Great. My son is a precog. Fanfreakingtastic. She inhaled slowly and felt a nearly delicious pain in her
lungs. That’s good. I can feel… A faint beeping grew louder as the room gained definition. She tried to speak and found her tongue
cleaved to the roof of her mouth, dry and thick. Whatever words she tried to form came out as groans and muffled
grunts, even when a kind, open face appeared above her. “Gnnnnh!”
“Miss Doe!
You’re awake!” The face vanished and
reappeared, smiling broadly. “The
doctor’s on his way!”
I’ll
just wait here then… “Gnh hmm ng mm…”
That didn’t sound right…
She tried again with similar results, finally giving up and closing her
eyes. Just a little nap…
“Wake up!”
“Nhhh!” She tried to recoil from the sharp pinch on
her inner elbow but found it difficult to move.
“I’m Doctor
Stevens…I’m afraid we don’t know your name, miss. Can you tell me your name?”
“T…be…”
“T” T” The doctor wrinkled his brow.
She made a
growling noise in her throat and tried again.
“T…be…ta!”
“Tabitha?”
he suggested after a moment’s pause.
“Yessh!”
“Ah…” He turned to the kind faced nurse and
muttered, “Her name’s Tabitha. Start a check
with the missing persons bureaus for the surrounding counties…”
Tabby
relaxed visibly, sinking into the pillows.
I’m going home now…
Scott
wavered at the threshold, reluctant to knock.
He was saved from making a decision himself by the door swinging open
seemingly of its own volition. “Um,
Professor?”
“I’m afraid
not,” Banshee sighed. “He’s using
Cerebro at the moment. Seems he knows
where Jubilee is…”
“Jubilee’s
missing?” Scott said, alarmed.
“Not
missing. Just late.” Banshee shrugged and moved out from behind
the desk where he had been going over plans for the school. “Can I help you, lad?”
“I don’t
know,” he sighed, frustrated. “You surubilubilee’s not missing?”
Banshee
rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. “Down, boy. If she were missing,
wouldn’t I be more worried than this?”
Scott eyed
the prosaic Irishman and shrugged. “Guess
so.”
“Now, what
seems to be the problem?”
“I just
wanted to talk to the Professor…”
“I was
under tmprempression that the two of you were on the outs.”
“We were. I
think.” It occurred to Scott that the
Professor had not actually expressed any deep desire to have him out of his
life but it was a decision Scott made on his own. “I wanted to apologize for getting so pissed about the boathouse
thing.”
“Ah…” Banshee’s bland expression eased into a
smile. “I have to admit that I was a
bit shocked when I heard about the marriage.
I would’ikediked an invitation.”
“We eloped.”
“As the
kids say, no shit.”
Scott had
to smile. “We still haven’t told her
parents or my brother yet.”
“Maybe you
should, eh?”
“Wouldn’t
hurt,” Scott muttered, wondering what time it was in Hawaii.
“I’ve been
meaning to tell you, good work maintaining the cars and such, Scott. I’m impressed. Most people your age wouldn’t take the time or care to keep
things running so smoothly.”
“Thanks,”
Scott said, a bit taken aback by the change in topic. “I like mechanical stuff,” he shrugged.
“There’s a
course at the community college to get ASE certified, you know.”
“Noted.” Scott eyed him carefully. “Why would I need to know that, though?”
“Just felt
it was worth mentioning. Last I heard,
you didn’t know quite what you wanted to do after high school and…”
don’don’t
think I’m going to college.”
“No harm in
that.” Banshee smiled. “I didn’t and I turned out okay, eh?”
Scott
blinked. He had not considered the fact
that most of the adults he knew had never been to university before and they
seemed just as happy as those who had. “Why
didn’t you go?”
“No money
or inclination.”
“Good
enough reasons…”
“Anyway, I’m
supposed to meet some Forge for a drink in town. I’d better get going before he picks a fight with someone. Think about that course, though. You never know when something like that
would come in useful.”
Scott
nodded absently and moved out of Banshee’s way. What do I need a course for?
I already know about fixing cars and just about anything with moving
parts…Not as good as Forge but good enough! He found he was
walking as he thought, heading towards the little used corridor that led to
Cerebro. Maybe…No, he wouldn’t,
would he? What would Jean say? What would she think? He paused outside the metal doors and
sighed. One way to find out…