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Chapter List
- 1-Eloi
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Eloi Chapter Thirty Three
Disclaimers Apply

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Jean opened
her eyes slowly, sticky residue rimming her lids and making her wince as her
lashes pulled free of the sleep goo. The room was silent both physically and psychically.
�Hello?� she asked softly, struggling to sit up. Scott was not next to her, but a book was
open, face-down, on the industrial plastic nightstand, and a plastic cup of ice
water seeped condensation onto a paper towel.
�Scott?� No sound answered her,
no breathing or scuffling or even distant voices. She was utterly alone. Jean pushed herself up onto her elbows and
peered blearily around the room. Even
Tabby was gone, the bed nearest the wall empty save for rumpled sheets and a
pillow bearing the imprint of a head. She
felt normal for the first time in weeks�no niggling unrest teasing her
thoughts, no overwhelming urge to cry, scream, throw a fit and beg for release
from the torment that seemed to burn through her in the darkest hours of the
night. A slow smile crept over her lips
as she pushed herself more upright. She
did not feel dizzy, she realized with some surprise. She should feel dizzy after laying down for so long�
Carefully, she slid from the bed and found the plain yellow slippers
Scott had brought from the boathouse, sliding her feet into them before padding
to the small bathroom off the main medical unit.

_I look
like Death warmed over, _ she thought, frowning at her own reflection. Her hair hung in Titian tangles about her
face and shoulders; her eyes were hollow, dark circles making them appear
deeply set. Her skin was pale, dry, and
bore a few spots from lack of regular cleaning.
�Ugh.� The cold water tap creaked
when she turned the handle, making her wince in the empty, white room. Splashing cold water on her face, Jean came
more awake, the last vestiges of sleep washing from her eyes and her entire
body bracing under the sudden onslaught of nearly icy water on delicate
skin. With a creak to answer the first,
she turned off the tap. _Something�s
weird, _ she mused silently. _Something
isn�t fitting in here� _
With a start, she realized what it was: the bathroom did not bear the usual smells of
antiseptic and lemon cleanser. Instead
it smelled like�ozone, she realized. Like
air the moment before lightening crackles.
Her brow furrowed and she reached for the liquid soap dispenser on the
side of the sink, squeezing a few drops of soap into the palm of her hand. _Nothing� It should smell like oranges� _ Distractedly, she jerked a paper towel from
the dispenser and wiped the soap from her palm with the rough, brown
paper. �Curiouser
and curiouser��[1]

Once back
out in the lab area, Jean took stock of everything. Things seemed normal� Everything was
in it�s place from the beds to the cabinets of
equipment and medications. She walked
the periphery of the room, touching each item that was not locked behind the
glass doors of Beast�s storage cabinets.
Everything felt cold, as if it had been dipped in ice water. The medical bay was usually chillier than the
rest of the house but not this much, she thought, her frown deepening. The ozone smell persisted, growing stronger
the more she moved through the room. She
could smell nothing else, not the astringent of the rubbing alcohol nor the
sticky sweet of the syrup Beast kept on hand for nauseous stomachs. She reached her own bed again and she paused,
turning a full circle to take in the room around her. It looked as if it were some sort of set for
a play, everything too perfectly put away, all labels
turned to the front, all items in their place.
She knew Beast kept and orderly office and lab but this was verging on
obsessive-compulsive if he had done it all himself. A tiny shuffling noise drew her gaze towards
the closed door of Beast�s office. The
light was on inside�she could see it seeping out from under the door, spilling
across the green and white tile flooring.
_That wasn�t on a minute ago� _
Shuffling in her slippers, she hurried towards the door, sending mental
tendrils ahead of her. She stopped just
short of the door, her fingers flexing and convulsing as she debated opening
the door. She could not read whoever was
inside the room; it was not as if they were blocking her but as if the room
were simply empty. _Maybe I was
wrong. The light might have been on� I
might have been distracted�
_ Unbidden, the door swung
open before her and Jean fell back.
Brilliant white light seared her vision, temporarily blinding her. Her arms flew up to cover her eyes as her
back hit the wall behind her. She was no
longer cold�her body burned.
�Like finds
like,� a familiar voice laughed. It was
unfriendly, almost bitter. �Stay in your
own head.�
Jean gasped, her breath thick in her throat. �Bobby?� she cried. �What�s happening?� No answer came but she could feel someone else
near her now. Her vision was naught but
a field of white, burning and crisp like snow.
Pain ratcheted through her and she felt herself being drawn up, her
bones like fire under muscles of molten lava.
_Is this what Amara feels? How can she stand it? _ Then it was over, the world shrinking
to a pin point of light around her before exploding into color again. She was truly awake now, Scott�s face filling
her line of vision and Beast�s voice clear.
�Jean, can
you hear me?�
�Yes,� she
breathed. �I can hear you. Please�not so loud.� She closed her eyes again and tried to close
off her mind from prying mental fingers.
Someone was there, someone who wanted to be known.
_The time
has come, _ the voice said. _You�re too
late. _

[1] �said Alice. ;)
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