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Chapter List
- 1-Bellwether
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- 54-Epilogue
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Bellwether Chapter Thirty Six
Disclaimers Apply

A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE �, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta� I think I have the
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��
�� Warren tucked his wings
tightly against his back, his expression neutral.� �I said sit down.� Please.��
He raised a brow at the hesitation of the handful of Emma�s students
before him and added, �If you don�t sit down, I�ll have to *help* you sit down�� He waited with an outward show of patience as
the chairs were shuffled and bodies were seated.� �Thank you.�
Now, if you�re all quite done��
�� It�s late,�
a very pale young man who reminded Warren
forcibly of a ghost yawned.� �Can�t we
just talk about this later?�
�� No, Kevin[1],
it�s important that we do this now.�
Besides, it�s almost dawn,� Warren
smiled.� In truth, he was tired to his
very bones.� Subduing Sean had taken all
he could give�his wings still ached from the blows inflicted by the angry
father.� �You are all aware of the
incident that happened here not so long ago, with Theresa��
�� Juggernaut
kidnapped her,� Kevin, who seemed to be taking the role of official group
spokesman, said flatly.� �We saw it.� �Sam wouldn�t let us past him.� He tried to stop the big guy but�� he trailed
off, spreading his fingers as if he were letting water slip through them.� �But they took Theresa.�
�� Yes,� Warren nodded, sensing
rather than seeing Sam�s overwhelming guilt and anger.� The teenager had tried to be included in the
mission to retrieve Theresa but had been forced to stay.� Too unstable, Logan had decreed.� Too likely to act without thinking.� Too connected.�� The older man had sounded gruff but Warren knew, knew like no other, that Logan had Sam�s best interests at heart.� Logan
knew how easy it was to lash out in anger, to act without thinking.� He had made his share of mistakes and was
trying to keep Sam (among others) from doing something incredibly rash.� �And we�re getting her back,� he said
quietly, demanding their attention with his body language.� �What I need from each of you is a full
recounting of that evening, okay?�� He
smiled encouragingly and nodded a little as if he could make them agree by
sheer dint of will.�
�� What�s to
tell?� Kevin sighed, stretching his legs in that bored way only a teenager
could manage.� �He came in, he took
Theresa, Sam bonked his head, Juggernaut left.��
He shrugged his shoulders eloquently, fixing Warren with an inscrutable look.� �You think we�re hiding something?�
�� No,� Warren replied with an barely
articulated growl to his tone.� �I�m
making sure that we�re not overlooking anything, that nothing was said or
unsaid that could give us an indication as to��
�� As to
what?� Sam asked suddenly, standing so quickly that his chair slid back noisily
on the tile floor of the kitchen.� �As to
whether or not Theresa was kidnapped? She was. You already know WHO did it! How
hard is it to find a GIGANTIC man wearing a RED HELMET?�� He paused, lips curled in a sneer. �Though maybe
y�all don�t want to find him.� I mean,
look at Magneto.� All I heard for over a
year is how awful and evil he is now he�s running the Institute.� Cat�s away, huh?� he snarled.� Taking Warren�s
silent glared for an opening, he shouldered past the winged man towards the
hallway leading to the front of the house.�
�� Warren let out a long,
quiet breath and focused his attention, most of it anyway, on the remaining
students.� �Perhaps we�re going about
this the wrong way,� he began, only to be cut off by the shrill ringing of the
phone just out of his arm�s reach on the wall.�
�Just a moment,� he growled, stepping to grab the phone and cut off the
annoying noise.� �Hello?�
�� Are you
harassing my charges?� Emma�s cultured voice drifted down the line.� �If so, it�d be wise to cease and desist
immediately.� I fear that I am not as
conscientious in my duties when it comes to powers control as Charles is with
his charges.�
�� Warren counted to ten
before speaking, feeling sorely tried. �Is something the matter, Emma? Aside
from the obvious?�
�� You could say
that,� she replied, shifting to peer around the edge of the doorframe and into
the rec room.� Mark was sprawled on the
sofa, a glass of milk balanced precariously on his chest and a bowl of dry
cereal on his stomach.� A soccer match was
blaring on the television.� In
Spanish.� She did not think that Mark
even spoke Spanish.� Already, he�d
wandered through in pajama bottoms and an untied robe, looking for coffee, his
glasses shoved back on his head and eyes narrowed.� He�d given her a sly smile, touching his
fingers lightly to the bruise that had blossomed on his cheek from her self
defense the night before, but had not commented on her presence in the
least.� �The Shi�ar captive is lose, all
hell�s breaking loose with the students and I�m getting ready to come back to Boston as soon as Charles
sets wheels on the driveway.�� She took a
deep breath then let it out slowly, knowing that Warren would not interrupt her.� �I�m calling mainly to check on Sam.�
�� He�s�as
well as can be expected.�
�� That bad,
hmmm?�� She closed her eyes and sank to
the floor in a very teenaged posture.� �Sean
is all but sedated.� If we let him leave,
we know where he�s going and what he�ll do��
�� Wings
twinging in memory, Warren
sighed.� �I know.� But maybe� that wouldn�t be such a bad
thing.� This is a family feud, after all.�� He could practically hear the wheels turning
in Emma�s mind as he added, �It would resolve matters more quickly, I�m sure��
�� Goodbye, Warren,� she said
suddenly.� �I�ll call you later.�� She hung up, standing fluidly and clicking
the receiver back into place with an attitude of firm resolve.� Striding through the rec room without
deigning to give Mark a glance, she headed for the medical rooms, ready to
shove Beast into a closet if need be in order to get to Sean.
��

[1] Ten points
if you guess who it is ;) .
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