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Family Ties Chapter Thirty Seven (NC-17)
Family Ties Chapter Thirty Nine (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse and Hamster Witch, handy things to know: poi
scare neighbors after midnight.
*whistles inntlyntly * InterNut
TC
TC and Maxwell Pink are wonderful bunnies for archiving. J ProPhile is corrupting me! I hear you! I hear you! More smut, got
it! Just give me a chapter or two… ;)
Jubilee, Tex and Ramsey are extra special because they’re helpful. J Readers/Reviewers: I’m a big flaming dork.
No good reason why but it’s been one of those weekendsut Iut I adore each and every one of you for
reading and being all reviewy! J And it’s lovely weather for ducks (and if
you know that song, you know how much it gets stuck in one’s head… Thanks Foxy!
LOL…)
Rahne
growled fiercely at the final computer in the hangar. She had tried each and every trick in the book with each
successive bank of controls only to be presented with increasingly irritating
error messages. “Fuck all!” she
amedamed to the large, empty space, her voice echoing off metal walls and
concrete floor. “Bugger this whole
bleedin’ mess!” She kicked the last
control board viciously, the resulting pain lost in the frustrated numbness
that had control of her body. “Fuck
fuck fuck!” she chanted as if it could help.
Her last option, since the Blackbird was gone, had been to try and take
the helicopter that was hardly ever used.
So what if she did not know how to fly it, she reasoned. These things fly themselves, practically.
And we’ve all had basic navigation courses…
“What’re
you doing?”
“Bugger
off, Sam,” she growled, her voice rumbling eerily.
“You can’t
hack these. Not even Kitty can and
she’s computer geek to the nth degree,” he said, walking towards her
casually. “The Professor has ‘em set up
with, like, a million failsafes and redundant systems so that only he and the
other adults can get in.”
“There’s
always a way,” she said, though she sounded unsure.
“What would
you do if you got the mechanisms working and the helicopter going, anyway?” he
asked, drawing to a halt next to her.
“You have no idea where they went.”
“The
Blackbird’s flight plan is on file. I’d
follow it and go from there.” She
shrugged. “When’d you get here?”
“ ‘Bout an
hour ago. Bobby told us what’s
up.” Sam peered at the dent in the
metal casing on the control panel.
“You’ll have to fix that.”
“Fuck off,
Sam.”
“You kiss
Jamie with that mouth?” Sam sighed and
looked around the hangar. “Rahne, you know
I’m not exactly the model of restraint,[1]
but even I think you should slow down here.
Forge and Banshee aren’t going to screw this up.”
Rahne flew
at him like a woman possessed, beating against his chest and arms with her
fists as she sobbed in incoherent rage, all the pent up fear and panic pouring
out onto her unwitting companion. After
several minutes with Sam half-holding her up, looking remotely horrified, she
ran down to a series of hiccoughing, choking half-words that could barely be
discerned as “Scared…love him…damn it…”
Sam sighed
and held her at arm’s length, forcing her to look him in the eye. “Rahne Sinclair, stop crying like a girl!”
“How else
am I supposed to cry?” she demanded, jutting her chin defiantly.
“Act like
an X Man, damnit!”
“Wouldn’t
that be a girl?”
Sam snorted at her play on the
team’s name. “You know what I
mean. All crying will do is dehydrate
you and get my shirt wet. Forge and Banshee will bring them back alive and well.
I promise.”
“How can
you promise that?”
“Because
I’m Canonball, babe. I know
things.” He smirked with an expression
oddly reminiscent of Lance, which Rahne felt was best not to point out. “Come one before Beast comes down here to
bitch about you beating the Hell out of the machines.”
“How would
he know?” Rahne followed Sam’s finger
towards the ever-vigilant vid pickups.
“Forgot about those.”
“If you
forgot about those, just think of what else you may have forgotten or missed,
going off half cocked,” he said reasonably, leading her from the hangar by her
elbow. “I think I saw some of Kitty’s
Ben and Jerry’s in the back of the freezer…”
“She’ll
kill us, you know,” Rahne muttered, but was slightly cheered by the idea of ice
cream.
“It’s a
risk I’m willing to take.”
Banshee
sighed and peered up at the roof of the building. “Is there some sort of manual for archvillans?”
“What?” Forge, distracted by the locking mechanism
on the plaiay day door, did not quite catch what Banshee had said.
“I was just
noticing how these sorts of people always have access to empty buildings with
complicated floor plans, they all have some devious plot for world domination,
and they are always snarky.”
“Be fair,
Sean,” Forge said as he bent over the lock again. “We haven’t talked to ‘em yet.
They might be the most unsnarky people we’ve ever met.”
“I’ll hold
my breath.”
“Ah…here we
go. That was easy.” He smirked and raised his brows. “Too easy!”
“Melodrama
much?”
“Felt
appropriate.” Forge pushed the door
open and peered into the darkness. “Why
am I not surprised at the lack of interior lighting?”
“Maybe you
read the manual.” Banshee edged past
the larger man and stepped just inside the doorway. “Smells dusty. Must not
be used often.”
“This part,
anyway.” Forge joined him in the dark,
letting the door close behind them.
“Oops.”
“Just don’t
go to the basement or try to run in high heels and you’ll be fine.”[2]
“Damn. And all I brought with me were my stiletto
heels,” Forge muttered. “Come on.” He took the lead, Banshee following him down
the hall until they reached a T-junction.
“Let me think…”
“Left,”
Banshee said decisively.
“Why?”
“I smell
food. They’re down there.” He took the lead then, the sound of his
footsteps on concrete flooring Forge’s guide in the dark. It was not long befohey hey reached another
junction and took a right, the smell of food growing stronger. “We’re screwed if there’s more than one
door.”
“Or if
there’s a Chinese restaurant on the other side of this building and we missed
it.”
“Keep a
good thought, there’s a lad…” Banshee
drew to a halt. “Hear that?”
Forge held his breath,
straining his ears for any small sound.
“No,” he said finally.
“I thought
I heard voices. Other than ou he he
added, cutting off Forge’s comment.
Forge made
a noncommittal noise low in his throat and closed his eyes, striving to hear
anything that might lead them onward.
After what seemed like an interminable amount of time but was not more
than several seconds, he heard the faint rumble of a voice behind a thick
door. “Got it.”
Banshee
proceeded onward, slowly this time, stopping every few feet to listen again for
the voices. “Here,” he whispered so
quietly Forge almost did not hear him.
“Behind this door.”
“Right,” he
replied. “The door I can’t see in the
dark…” He felt about blindly until his
fingers brushed Banshee’s hand on a metal door. “Okay. Stand back.”
“What’re
you going to do?”
“Open the
door,” he replied as if speaking to a very simple child. “Now move!”
Banshee
backed up until he hit the opposite wall, then clung to it like a limpet. He could hear Forge fiddling with something
and a faint metallic click, then a hissed curse as something seemed to stick.
“Need a hand?”
“Down!”
Forge barked, flinging himself at the wall, crushing Banshee briefly before
dropping to the floor. A pregnant pause
made Banshee suck in his breath, and the explosion made him exhale sharply, the
flash blinding him as he fell to the floor.
Bits of metal and cement showered down on them and the sound of several
people screaming and shouting let them know that they had indeed found the
right room. Forge dragged Banshee to
his feet and, before the dust even settled, they plunged into the chaotic room.
“Where are
they?” Banshee demanded, seizing the first person within arm’s reach, someone
who just happened to be Lilly.
“Shit!” The sound of cracking plaster and bending
metal sounded overhead and Jubilee fell through the ceiling, landing on her
side on the concrete floor. “Ow! My ribs!”
“Shuang,”
Lilly ordered, “secure her!”
“Not so
fast,” Forge said, drawing himself up to his full height and glowering down at
them all. “There’s only one way outta
here. Do you really want o tho through
me?”
Troy,
Shuang, Lilly and someone they did not know, a sliAsiaAsian woman with long
hair and a lab coat, all looked at each other as if communicating
telepathically, discussing their chances. “There’s still Leo,” Troy said.
“Leo can
kiss my ass,” Forge declared diplomatically.
“Jubilee, can you stand?”
“I think
so,” she said, her gaze fixed on the woman in the lab coat. Shakily, she rose to her feet and, in a rush
that no one expected, she flung herself at the strange woman and said, “It’s
you, isn’t it? I knew they were
wrong! I knew you weren’t really
dead!”
Banshee
frowned and glanced at Forge. “What the
Hell is going on here?”
“My
mother! She’s not dead!” Jubilee was breathless from her sore side
and ecstatic revelation. “I knew, I
knew for years! They told me I was just
making it up so I could deal with it but…”
She turned to face the silent woman and her smile faltered. “Why?”
Shuang
snorted. “Your mother is dead as a
doornail, to borrow an expression…” She
nodded curtly at the lab coated woman, who obediently turned her back to Jubilee
and lifted her shirt. “Your aunt is
alive and well, though.”
Jubilee had
never swooned in her life but she felt close then. The woman’s back was covered in an intricate tattoo, curving from
her neck to her back to disappear under her clothes. “No…”
“You owe us
your parent’s debt,” Lilly said, still held by Banshee. “You owe us…”
“She owes
you nothing!” Banshee said sharply.
“Forge, call the Professor.” He
shook Lilly slightly and demanded e “Where’re the other two?”
Lilly
snarled and, in a lightening quick movement, kicked Banshee across the
jaw. She grabbed Jubilee and punched
her hard in her sore ribs, making the girl double in pain. The room degraded into a mob scene, Forge
and Banshee fighting off Shuang and Troy as Lilly tried to drag Jubilee
away. “Get out!” Banshee shouted at
Forge. “Go! Now!”
Forge,
mildly confused as to why he should leave a fight, much less one that sorely
needed winning, did not abandon his restraint of Troy. Instead, he shot Banshee a companionable
rude gesture and continued his work. He
realized his folly a moment later when a sound unlike any he had ever heard
split his ears, virtually immobilizing him.
“Damn you, Sean,” he wheezed as he went to his knees, then fainted.
Banshee cut
his scream off as the last person fell.
With a sigh, he prodded Forge’s body.
“They never listen…”
[1] Actually
Logan’s line to Spyke on a recent XME ep.
Liked it, used it, so there, lol.
[2] Scary movie
rules…you’ve seen ‘em, you know…
Family Ties Chapter Thirty Nine (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse and Hamster Witch, handy things to know: poi
scare neighbors after midnight.
*whistles inntlyntly * InterNut
TC
TC and Maxwell Pink are wonderful bunnies for archiving. J ProPhile is corrupting me! I hear you! I hear you! More smut, got
it! Just give me a chapter or two… ;)
Jubilee, Tex and Ramsey are extra special because they’re helpful. J Readers/Reviewers: I’m a big flaming dork.
No good reason why but it’s been one of those weekendsut Iut I adore each and every one of you for
reading and being all reviewy! J And it’s lovely weather for ducks (and if
you know that song, you know how much it gets stuck in one’s head… Thanks Foxy!
LOL…)
Rahne
growled fiercely at the final computer in the hangar. She had tried each and every trick in the book with each
successive bank of controls only to be presented with increasingly irritating
error messages. “Fuck all!” she
amedamed to the large, empty space, her voice echoing off metal walls and
concrete floor. “Bugger this whole
bleedin’ mess!” She kicked the last
control board viciously, the resulting pain lost in the frustrated numbness
that had control of her body. “Fuck
fuck fuck!” she chanted as if it could help.
Her last option, since the Blackbird was gone, had been to try and take
the helicopter that was hardly ever used.
So what if she did not know how to fly it, she reasoned. These things fly themselves, practically.
And we’ve all had basic navigation courses…
“What’re
you doing?”
“Bugger
off, Sam,” she growled, her voice rumbling eerily.
“You can’t
hack these. Not even Kitty can and
she’s computer geek to the nth degree,” he said, walking towards her
casually. “The Professor has ‘em set up
with, like, a million failsafes and redundant systems so that only he and the
other adults can get in.”
“There’s
always a way,” she said, though she sounded unsure.
“What would
you do if you got the mechanisms working and the helicopter going, anyway?” he
asked, drawing to a halt next to her.
“You have no idea where they went.”
“The
Blackbird’s flight plan is on file. I’d
follow it and go from there.” She
shrugged. “When’d you get here?”
“ ‘Bout an
hour ago. Bobby told us what’s
up.” Sam peered at the dent in the
metal casing on the control panel.
“You’ll have to fix that.”
“Fuck off,
Sam.”
“You kiss
Jamie with that mouth?” Sam sighed and
looked around the hangar. “Rahne, you know
I’m not exactly the model of restraint,[1]
but even I think you should slow down here.
Forge and Banshee aren’t going to screw this up.”
Rahne flew
at him like a woman possessed, beating against his chest and arms with her
fists as she sobbed in incoherent rage, all the pent up fear and panic pouring
out onto her unwitting companion. After
several minutes with Sam half-holding her up, looking remotely horrified, she
ran down to a series of hiccoughing, choking half-words that could barely be
discerned as “Scared…love him…damn it…”
Sam sighed
and held her at arm’s length, forcing her to look him in the eye. “Rahne Sinclair, stop crying like a girl!”
“How else
am I supposed to cry?” she demanded, jutting her chin defiantly.
“Act like
an X Man, damnit!”
“Wouldn’t
that be a girl?”
Sam snorted at her play on the
team’s name. “You know what I
mean. All crying will do is dehydrate
you and get my shirt wet. Forge and Banshee will bring them back alive and well.
I promise.”
“How can
you promise that?”
“Because
I’m Canonball, babe. I know
things.” He smirked with an expression
oddly reminiscent of Lance, which Rahne felt was best not to point out. “Come one before Beast comes down here to
bitch about you beating the Hell out of the machines.”
“How would
he know?” Rahne followed Sam’s finger
towards the ever-vigilant vid pickups.
“Forgot about those.”
“If you
forgot about those, just think of what else you may have forgotten or missed,
going off half cocked,” he said reasonably, leading her from the hangar by her
elbow. “I think I saw some of Kitty’s
Ben and Jerry’s in the back of the freezer…”
“She’ll
kill us, you know,” Rahne muttered, but was slightly cheered by the idea of ice
cream.
“It’s a
risk I’m willing to take.”
Banshee
sighed and peered up at the roof of the building. “Is there some sort of manual for archvillans?”
“What?” Forge, distracted by the locking mechanism
on the plaiay day door, did not quite catch what Banshee had said.
“I was just
noticing how these sorts of people always have access to empty buildings with
complicated floor plans, they all have some devious plot for world domination,
and they are always snarky.”
“Be fair,
Sean,” Forge said as he bent over the lock again. “We haven’t talked to ‘em yet.
They might be the most unsnarky people we’ve ever met.”
“I’ll hold
my breath.”
“Ah…here we
go. That was easy.” He smirked and raised his brows. “Too easy!”
“Melodrama
much?”
“Felt
appropriate.” Forge pushed the door
open and peered into the darkness. “Why
am I not surprised at the lack of interior lighting?”
“Maybe you
read the manual.” Banshee edged past
the larger man and stepped just inside the doorway. “Smells dusty. Must not
be used often.”
“This part,
anyway.” Forge joined him in the dark,
letting the door close behind them.
“Oops.”
“Just don’t
go to the basement or try to run in high heels and you’ll be fine.”[2]
“Damn. And all I brought with me were my stiletto
heels,” Forge muttered. “Come on.” He took the lead, Banshee following him down
the hall until they reached a T-junction.
“Let me think…”
“Left,”
Banshee said decisively.
“Why?”
“I smell
food. They’re down there.” He took the lead then, the sound of his
footsteps on concrete flooring Forge’s guide in the dark. It was not long befohey hey reached another
junction and took a right, the smell of food growing stronger. “We’re screwed if there’s more than one
door.”
“Or if
there’s a Chinese restaurant on the other side of this building and we missed
it.”
“Keep a
good thought, there’s a lad…” Banshee
drew to a halt. “Hear that?”
Forge held his breath,
straining his ears for any small sound.
“No,” he said finally.
“I thought
I heard voices. Other than ou he he
added, cutting off Forge’s comment.
Forge made
a noncommittal noise low in his throat and closed his eyes, striving to hear
anything that might lead them onward.
After what seemed like an interminable amount of time but was not more
than several seconds, he heard the faint rumble of a voice behind a thick
door. “Got it.”
Banshee
proceeded onward, slowly this time, stopping every few feet to listen again for
the voices. “Here,” he whispered so
quietly Forge almost did not hear him.
“Behind this door.”
“Right,” he
replied. “The door I can’t see in the
dark…” He felt about blindly until his
fingers brushed Banshee’s hand on a metal door. “Okay. Stand back.”
“What’re
you going to do?”
“Open the
door,” he replied as if speaking to a very simple child. “Now move!”
Banshee
backed up until he hit the opposite wall, then clung to it like a limpet. He could hear Forge fiddling with something
and a faint metallic click, then a hissed curse as something seemed to stick.
“Need a hand?”
“Down!”
Forge barked, flinging himself at the wall, crushing Banshee briefly before
dropping to the floor. A pregnant pause
made Banshee suck in his breath, and the explosion made him exhale sharply, the
flash blinding him as he fell to the floor.
Bits of metal and cement showered down on them and the sound of several
people screaming and shouting let them know that they had indeed found the
right room. Forge dragged Banshee to
his feet and, before the dust even settled, they plunged into the chaotic room.
“Where are
they?” Banshee demanded, seizing the first person within arm’s reach, someone
who just happened to be Lilly.
“Shit!” The sound of cracking plaster and bending
metal sounded overhead and Jubilee fell through the ceiling, landing on her
side on the concrete floor. “Ow! My ribs!”
“Shuang,”
Lilly ordered, “secure her!”
“Not so
fast,” Forge said, drawing himself up to his full height and glowering down at
them all. “There’s only one way outta
here. Do you really want o tho through
me?”
Troy,
Shuang, Lilly and someone they did not know, a sliAsiaAsian woman with long
hair and a lab coat, all looked at each other as if communicating
telepathically, discussing their chances. “There’s still Leo,” Troy said.
“Leo can
kiss my ass,” Forge declared diplomatically.
“Jubilee, can you stand?”
“I think
so,” she said, her gaze fixed on the woman in the lab coat. Shakily, she rose to her feet and, in a rush
that no one expected, she flung herself at the strange woman and said, “It’s
you, isn’t it? I knew they were
wrong! I knew you weren’t really
dead!”
Banshee
frowned and glanced at Forge. “What the
Hell is going on here?”
“My
mother! She’s not dead!” Jubilee was breathless from her sore side
and ecstatic revelation. “I knew, I
knew for years! They told me I was just
making it up so I could deal with it but…”
She turned to face the silent woman and her smile faltered. “Why?”
Shuang
snorted. “Your mother is dead as a
doornail, to borrow an expression…” She
nodded curtly at the lab coated woman, who obediently turned her back to Jubilee
and lifted her shirt. “Your aunt is
alive and well, though.”
Jubilee had
never swooned in her life but she felt close then. The woman’s back was covered in an intricate tattoo, curving from
her neck to her back to disappear under her clothes. “No…”
“You owe us
your parent’s debt,” Lilly said, still held by Banshee. “You owe us…”
“She owes
you nothing!” Banshee said sharply.
“Forge, call the Professor.” He
shook Lilly slightly and demanded e “Where’re the other two?”
Lilly
snarled and, in a lightening quick movement, kicked Banshee across the
jaw. She grabbed Jubilee and punched
her hard in her sore ribs, making the girl double in pain. The room degraded into a mob scene, Forge
and Banshee fighting off Shuang and Troy as Lilly tried to drag Jubilee
away. “Get out!” Banshee shouted at
Forge. “Go! Now!”
Forge,
mildly confused as to why he should leave a fight, much less one that sorely
needed winning, did not abandon his restraint of Troy. Instead, he shot Banshee a companionable
rude gesture and continued his work. He
realized his folly a moment later when a sound unlike any he had ever heard
split his ears, virtually immobilizing him.
“Damn you, Sean,” he wheezed as he went to his knees, then fainted.
Banshee cut
his scream off as the last person fell.
With a sigh, he prodded Forge’s body.
“They never listen…”
[1] Actually
Logan’s line to Spyke on a recent XME ep.
Liked it, used it, so there, lol.
[2] Scary movie
rules…you’ve seen ‘em, you know…