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Mirror, Mirror	By : Nemain Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5878 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Mirror Mirror Chapter Thirty Eight

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_So� if I�m dead� where�s the pretty angels and junk? Aren�t the streets paved with gold and everyone is wandering around with wings? I don�t think I�m supposed to be in pain if I�m in Heaven� _

�Drink,� Caliban murmured, pressing a bottle of water to Paige�s lips. �Drink.�

_They don�t try to drown you in Heaven. _

Caliban frowned and sat back on his heels, screwing the cap back onto the bottle. Paige�s periods of lucidity were getting fewer and father between. She had been running a fever for a day and a half now, and her color, from what he could tell, was very bad. _I�m not a beast like them. I�m not some degenerate murderer� What am I doing? _ Paige shifted ever so slightly in her sleep and let out a long, pained sighed. Carefully, Caliban turned her head so that, if she were sick, she would not choke, and he padded over to the door. They were hiding in a new location, one the woman doctor did not know. He had seen her lead a blue-clad officer to the old one. He had watched as they went inside, watched as she stormed out, angry and cold, her nose bright red and hair flying in a million directions at once. It had been a mistake to move while the doctor slept. He should have kept her, but he did not trust her. Now, he could not recall why. Paige groaned, making him look around sharply. Her eyes were open but he knew she did not see him. She was seeing something else entirely.
_When did I get back here? I don�t remember the trip� _ She could not smell the hay or the wet earth, dirt mixed with animal smells. She could not even smell her mother�s cooking but she knew it was dinner time. Her brothers were streaming into the house, shedding muddy boots at the door, laughing about something Sam did or did not do. Walking carefully, Paige picked her way through the hummocks of mud and grass in the field between her and the farm house, the lowing of the cows in the distance oddly pitched to her ears. She did not stop to look over though, just kept walking towards the worn steps of the house. _Maybe I slept� that has to be it. Sam�s here� how did he get here before me? Is it summer? _
Caliban hunched over the prone girl worriedly, her breathing ragged and loud. She coughed once, bringing up a wad of bloody sputum. �This is bad�� They were alone. He did not want to leave her but, he thought, he had to if he wanted to help. Hesitantly, he stood and took a few slow, backwards steps, his eyes on the prone girl. He was not far from the doctor�s apartment, but he knew the police were still there, questioning her. She was a suspect now, he knew. He did not have to eavesdrop to find this out. Awareness shuddered through him like a bloom, unfurling in his chest and mind sweetly, and he knew things were about to change, but not immediately for the better.
�I cannot,� Mystique hissed, �believe this! Who gets a flat tire during an escape?�

�We do, it seems,� Sabretooth replied roughly, slamming the trunk of the car shut. �No spare.�

�Of course not,� Mystique, guised as Essex again, snarled. �Because that would make sense and who here, in this godforsaken corner of humanity, wants to do that?� Her toes already sore from an ill-advised kick to the tires, she looked around with keen eyes, trying to discern the best course of action. �This is the worst place to break down in. We�ll be seen here.�

Sabretooth grunted in response, lowering the jack which held up the car. �Call AAA.�

Mystique did not reply. Instead, she walked to the front of the car and glared down at it�s hood. �You know, things like this didn�t happen before.�

�Before?�

�Before Magneto decided to go insane,� she muttered, knowing Sabretooth could hear her but not caring. A scuffling noise sounded near her and she rolled her eyes heavenward as she turned to look at the apartment building rising on her left. �Marrow, I swear to the diety of your choice��

�Marrow,� a soft reply came, dancing on cat like paws of sound, �is not among us.� Caliban slipped out of the narrow opening of the service entrance, the heavy door banging shut in his wake. �Please come with me.�

Mystique�s eyes raked over the pale, misshapen man and she frowned even more deeply. �Caliban, right? I remember you��

�Mystique,� he said, barely a whisper, �come with me. Your guise is not faulty,� he added as she visibly stiffened. �I just� I know.� He shifted his weight from one foot to the other in agitation, his expression flickering between annoyed and concerned. �It is no accident you are here. You are sent. The Eloi amongst the Morlocks. Please�� He held out a hand, not for contact but for emphasis. �It�s a matter of life or death, quite literally.�

Sabretooth inhaled delicately, his eyes fluttering closed as he exhaled. �Got blood on him,� he noted. �Ain�t his.�

�It is the girl. The Eloi. She is very ill and� I cannot help her. The doctor is� indisposed.� He rose up on the balls of his feet and seemed more anxious with each passing moment. �Please.�

�Can�t hurt,� Sabretooth noted. �Ain�t like we got somewhere to be right now.�

Mystique glanced back at the car, then at Caliban. �Oh, fuck. This just keeps getting better and better��
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