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Perfectly Normal Chapter Thirty Six

Disclaimers Apply

A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad
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and Uberbeta... Sick season comes with springtime. Moof. InterNutter,
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* Readers/Reviewers: Thank you so much for reading/reviewing as you
can! :)

“Do you know what your problem
is?” Jubilee asked on a heavy sigh. “You've got no sense
of adventure.” She was laying askew, her upper body hanging
upside down from the edge of Rogue's bed. “Kitty said she'd
go.”

“Kitty said she'd go because she
wasn't paying attention to what you were asking.” Rogue jabbed
her pen at a particularly annoying sentence demanding to be
diagrammed. “You really think Remy is gonna be okay with you
going to a strip club?” she asked after a brief pause, seizing
on what she knew would be an ideal distraction. She was tired of
Jubilee pestering her about seeing a bunch of naked and mostly naked
men dance around to bad techno and club music. If I wanted to see
that, she thought with the barest hint of amusement, Todd's
got A Night at the Roxbury soundtrack and a lock on his
bedroom door...

“Remy can kiss my Chinese ass,”
Jubilee seethed, sitting up and rolling onto her knees to glare at
Rogue. “He's not part of this equation, got it?” She
flipped to her feet and started pacing in annoyance, her hands
fluttering like agitated birds as she vented. “He can go run
off and play with his damned guild or those stupid assassins! He told
me in NO uncertain terms what he felt about me!”

“Stop!” Rogue flung her
capped pen at Jubilee, hitting her on the shoulder. “Just stop!
I love ya, Jubes, but if I gotta hear one more time about your soap
opera with the Cajun, I'm gonna scream so loud that Banshee will be
jealous!”

Jubilee opened her mouth and closed it
a few times, like a gasping fish, then settled on sticking her tongue
out at the Southerner. “Fine,” she sulked, flinging
herself back on the bed. “Fuck yourself then.”

“Every night for the past week,”
Rogue muttered, returning to her English homework. Silence reigned
for several minutes as Jubilee fumed and Rogue grew increasingly
distrustful of her mother tongue. “Besides,” she finally
exploded, irritation building up to a point where she could no longer
hold it in, “is it REALLY a good idea to go to a nudie bar when
we're being filmed all the time? I mean, what're we gonna tell those
tools with the cameras? 'Oh, we're gonna go watch Buck Naked and the
All Boy Revue dance around poles...'. Or whatever the fuck it is
they do...”

Jubilee sat up, her eyes narrowed in a
mix of amusement and annoyance. “They can't follow us around
town. They don't have permission to record in any of the places we
go, unless it's a public space and we give verbal permission.”
She retrieved Rogue's pen, handing it to her rather than giving into
the urge to lob it back at her. “We're allowed to go out on
the town... I mean, come ON! We're teenagers, in the prime of our
lives, and it's almost the weekend. We need...Nay, we DESERVE a
night out!” She posed dramatically by Rogue's bed, shades of
the Patrick Henry¹
in her stance.

“Uh, first of all, I don't think
sneaking into a club is in the Bill of Rights. Secondly...”
Rogue paused, then let out a long sigh. “I don't see what fun
it would be, watching naked men dance...”

“It's not the men,”
Jubilee told her firmly. “It's the night out. Now I don't
want to hear any more about it! Not till Friday!” She patted
her friend on the shoulder as if she were rewarding her for a job
well done, then hurried to let herself out of the room with a barely
concealed bounce in her step and a giggle on her lips.

Rogue shook her head in resignation,
deciding to abandon her English homework for the evening and flop on
her bed. Todd was in the midst of some make up work for biology so
she could not go bug him, she thought, but she could bug
Amara... She sat up and nearly screamed as she came face-to-chest
with a dark mass at the foot of her bed. “God damn it, Jono!
Make some noise when you walk around!”

I shall try my level best,
he retorted, sketching her a mocking half-bow. When
did you absorb Empath?
It was not a secret around the Institute, the incident that had left
Rogue a shell of herself for many months, the incident that still
haunted her. He heard her pace the floors some nights, heard the
whispered self imprecations and chastisements that flayed the flesh
from her metaphorical bones. He had waited as long as he could to
ask her about it but he could not wait any longer, not after the
early evening goings on in the basement.

“What? I...I...” She shook her head as if to clear it,
scowling fiercely at him. “I ain't gonna talk about this,
Jono. You know when it happened. Ask anyone else here if you
forgot.” She rose to her feet and made to step around him but
found herself caught in his grip, his fingers tight around her
cotton-clad upper arm. “Let. Go.” She jerked hard
against him but found he was stronger than she had thought. “Damn
it!”

Something is be low in the basement and you're to blame,
he informed her in his haunting monotone. Come with me now or
I'll carry you myself.

“You're fucked in the head,” she spat. “Let go or
I'll scream.”

Scream all you want, he shrugged. But you need
to see this.

A/N Next chapter, SMUT. (was that a cheer I heard, lol?) and a
stranger visits the Institute.

1http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patrick_Henry
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