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Fractals	By : Nemain Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 6712 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Fractals
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-17
- 17-18
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- 25-26
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- 39-39
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- 52-52
- 53-53
- 54-54
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- 57-57
- 58-58
- 59-59
- 60-60
- 61-61
- 62-62 and 63
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Fractals Chapter Forty (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply

A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE �, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta�Moo! InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink and Dracena are
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chapter* Morgan: *glomp * For not being a dork.
;) Readers/Reviewers: There�s
going to be two days w/o updates so while the beta�s away, the author will
write (that sounded better in my head). This weekend, I�m finishing up HHNF, ADASN
and TMO. Wheeee.

�It must be
near dawn,� Emma muttered. She pressed
her hands, fingers splayed wide, against the wall and
sighed. �They�re out there but�damn it!�
Professor
Xavier raised a brow and murmured, �Emma, sit down. You�re making me nervous.�
She turned
and glared. �That excuse stopped working
after the first time, Charles. Why are
you so damned calm?� She stopped just
short of stomping her red stiletto clad foot in frustration.
�Because it would be useless to do anything else at this point.� He glanced across the room at his empty
wheelchair and sighed under his breath.
�Magneto is not stupid. He knows
what he�s doing.� His fingers crept up
to the metal collar around his neck and his brows furrowed. �Which is something to fear,
indeed.�
Emma
growled and sank to the floor in a graceful slump, folding her knees under her
and smoothing her linen skirt out of years of
ingrained habit. �What is this thing,
anyway? I feel like a poodle!� She tugged at the collar and hissed when it
emitted a tiny shock.
�Or a
Persian cat,� the Professor rejoined, seeking to distract her from her
fidgeting. �It�s a mutant restraint
collar. It�s suppressing our powers.� He folded his hands across his chest and
closed his eyes. The hard, shelf-like bed he had been laid out on was not
comfortable but, he supposed, it was better than the cold tile floor. �Emma, we just have to be patient. Be ready
but be patient.�
She
breathed out a long, loud sigh.
Stretching her legs out in front of her and crossing them at the ankles,
she asked conversationally,
�Charles, have I ever told you how much you really irritate me
sometimes?�
He
pretended to think. �Once. In the late eighties.� He smiled at her soft snort of vague
amusement. �I remember because Dallas
was on.�
�You and your nighttime soaps. The children would be horrified.� She grew silent for a moment and added,
seriously, �It couldn�t have been the late eighties. I was young then. Too young to have been
involved with you.�
�We weren�t
involved. Surely you haven�t forgotten
being a student, Emma.� He opened his
eyes and turned his face to her. �You�re
not so old as that.�
Emma closed
her eyes then, leaning her head back against the cold wall. �I feel old.
I feel ancient. Every morning, I
see my mother in the mirror. I hear her
voice when I speak, echoing off those walls in the
family home�� She hummed softly, a
tuneless sound, venting tension more than anything. �One day I fully expect to see my grandmother
staring back at me as I blow dry my hair.�
�Not your
sister?� he asked neutrally. �Isn�t she
older?�
Emma�s eyes
snapped open and she was on her feet with a fluidity that was not common to
women in high heels. �Never speak of her
to me again, Charles! You know�� She pressed her lips together firmly. �Never.�
Professor
Xavier sat up, his back popping in protest.
Bracing his hands on the platform for balance, he turned his torso
awkwardly so he could look Emma in the eye.
�You know she�s been seen, been noticed��
�Charles,�
she said in a low, dangerous tone, �Never.�
Professor
Xavier merely tilted his head to the side in acknowledgement and changed the
subject. �I suspect that we are to
remain here until Friday, when Magneto has his�unveiling of mutants, as it
were.�

�Actually,� Mystique�s voice
came from seemingly no where and she appeared as if stepping through the solid
wall. �You will not be here that
long.� She crossed to Emma and easily
dodged the tall woman�s attempt to strike her.
Mystique caught Emma�s fist on the back swing and exerted so much
pressure that the crunching of bones could be heard clearly. To her credit,
Emma did not cry out but she paled considerably, the veins in her face and neck
becoming starkly visible, blue lines in alabaster flesh. �We�re moving you.� Mystique released Emma as
if she were discarding a tissue, without a second thought.
�We?� Professor Xavier asked, trying not to sound as
disgusted as he felt. Helplessness
washed over him as he watched Mystique head for his wheelchair. _Without my abilities, I�m just a paraplegic
man. I can�t run,
I can�t fight her at her full ability and strength� _ Emma rose to her feet in his peripheral
vision and it was like a light came on in his brain. He glanced at his companion and tried to
sound casual as he asked Mystique, �Where did Magneto get these collars? I thought he was more in favor of the serum
he had tested on Kitty last year.�
Mystique
paused and fixed him with a hard stare.
_He can�t get inside your head now.
He�s weak. Useless. _ �This is a special occasion,� she purred,
setting the brakes to his chair next to the platform. �The serum would have worn off before your
usefulness was expended. And it�s too
expensive to make more.� _And we�d need
the blood of every mutant we want to use it on to personalize it to their X
gene and it�s just a pain in the ass to do that� _ She raised her brow. �I know you can do this on your own,� she
said pointedly.
Professor
Xavier glanced at Emma, who was cradling her hand and trying to look
unhurt. The digits of her left hand were
swelling rapidly, though, and he could see the bruise spreading across the hand
itself and up her wrist. �Yes, I do it
every day.� He edged up the platform and
levered himself into the chair just like he did twice a day to get into and out
of bed. Mystique turned towards Emma and
he knew then it was then or never. �Um,
I seem to have a bit of a problem here,� he murmured, trying for
deferential.
Mystique
turned and sighed noisily. � What?�
�Ah�� He glanced away as if embarrassed. �My�leg bag. The
tubing is bent.�[1] Emma raised a brow and looked at him as if he
had grown a second head on his shoulders.
�I need to�um� readjust before there�s an accident.�
Mystique
had the good grace to look abashed.
�Then readjust it,� she snapped.
�I need
privacy,� he retorted, summoning as much dignity as he could to his voice. The blue woman sighed again and headed for
him.
�I can�t believe
I�m doing this,� she muttered under her breath as she reached for the brakes on
his chair, the Professor holding his hands in his lap as if staving off an
accident of a personal nature. She was
focused on the stiff bold of the brake, wriggling it free, and did not notice
until it was too late that the Professor had moved his hand. She gasped once as the back of his fist
impacted her skull, sending her sprawling onto the floor. Emma was on her then, her heel pressed into
the soft tissue of her throat.
�She�s
still awake,� Emma announced.
�Good,�
Professor Xavier replied, wheeling towards where he had seen Mystique
enter. �She needs to be to get us out of
here.�

[1] As a
paraplegic, the Professor would most likely wear a leg bag for fluid elimination
purposes. It�s the easiest way to deal with that
aspect of life if you�re paralyzed from the midsection down.
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