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Blueshift Chapter Forty Two (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply

A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE �, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta� I think I�m still
jet lagged� it feels like a Saturday, lol.
InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink and Dracena (*POKE* ) are wondermous and
loverly for archiving/hosting. J ProPhile:
*more gold stars * Morgan:
Hello? Readers/Reviewers: Arielle, you alive out there? Dracena?

Amara
closed her eyes and exhaled slowly through her nose. She was annoyed by the guards, annoyed that
she and Lance could not share a cell, and further, she thought to herself,
annoyed with her father�s servant who dared to leave Nova Roma and dared to
come find her. She did not open her eyes
as the cell clanged open and the guard barked an order to her in Spanish. She did not understand him, despite her
realization that the language had roots in her own mother tongue, and she did
not acknowledge him. Even when he
grabbed her arm and jerked her roughly to her feet, she did not look at him
even though she opened her eyes.
�Get up,�
he said in thickly accented English.
�I am up,�
she replied, arching a brow in a Loganish manner. She looked past the guard�s shoulder to see
the cause of all her problems standing in the cell�s doorway. �Desolo[1],�
she seethed softly.
The Nova
Roman man said something to the guard in Spanish, surprising Amara but causing
the guard to nod silently and depart. �Amara
Regina,� he said softly.
Amara felt
her heart lurch. �I am not queen.� Her
tongue stumbled over the words, the mother tongue thick and halting in her
surprise. �My father��
�Is dead,�[2]
the man said simply, his voice making Amara pang for home while feeling a well
of depression and anger bubble over within her chest. �You are the rightful heir to the leadership
of your home.�
�Our home,�
she said after a numb moment. �It is our
home.�
The man
smiled and held his hands palm up as if apologizing. �No, your home.� He stepped closer, shimmering slightly and
shifting. He no longer resembled the
servant she knew but became something more, something that seemed a mere shell
of humanity covering raw power.
Amara gasped and drew back,
lowering her eyes, her snide demeanor swallowed by life long obeisance. �I did not recognize,� she began, shivering, �I
apologize��
�Bellonna
tells me good things about you,� he said conversationally, his toga becoming
more conventional garb, similar to the guards� uniforms but with a wickedly
sharp dagger on his belt rather than a government issued gun. �She found your devotion, even to a false
face, interesting� she thanks you for your sacrifice.�
Amara�s eyes fell on her own arms
and the pale scars lining her olive skin.
She licked her lips and closed her eyes, her voice a whisper at first,
building to a soft chant, the Carmen Saliare[3]
rising from her throat.
�Oh, stop,� he sighed. �Do you want out of here or not?� He jerked open the cell door, the clanging
metal making Amara start, her voice falling silent. �Follow me.�
Amara did not argue, following Mars[4]
blindly. �Why did you trick me?� she
asked as they hurried down the narrow, dirty corridor. Prisoners within the lining cells did not
acknowledge them and she wondered if they were even noticeable, if Mars was
somehow hiding their progress.
He did not break stride. �My reasons are none of your business. But your father is dead. Very dead, in
fact. Murdered by your betrothed. If it is any comfort, he was pleased to die
in the grand tradition of the Caesars of old Rome.� He glanced over his shoulder then, his
impossibly handsome face marred by a single scar running along one jaw, the
mark of an ancient battle, and smiled at her.
�This does not matter to you.
Good.�
She sniffed, shrugging
indifferently as they drew to a halt at the last cell before the offices of the
head guard. �He did not care for me so I
do not care for him. I am dead�was dead�to
him.�
Mars laughed. �You have been my child since before you were
born. No mortal parents would understand
you, how you work�� The cell door slid
open without being touched and the god turned his attention to the
occupant. �Up!� he barked.
Lance shifted, shoving a thin
blanket to the floor and sitting up on the narrow bench. He blinked at Mars, then at Amara. �Princess?�
�Don�t ask,� she said, feeling the
energy start to hum within her, building to an urge to laugh. �Just follow.�

Jamie stared at the night sky, the
telescope abandoned beside him. He did
not startle when Rahne pressed close, silent in the attic room. �The guy from the university called this
evening,� he said after a moment. �They
decided what I found was some space junk and burned out entering the atmosphere
because it can not be found with any of their equipment anymore.�
Rahne nodded then pressed her chin
gently against his shoulder. �Because
the space junk is now in the study,� she sighed.
He snorted. �Yeah, I didn�t tell him that, though. I just said thanks and bye.� He sighed and reached for her wrists, pulling
her arms around him and covering her hands with his own.
�Space junk?� a soft voice came
from the doorway behind them.
Jamie sighed. �Have we learned *nothing* from Kurt and
Kitty? We need to lock doors,� he
muttered, turning with Rahne to face the strange female standing in the dark
before them. �It�s just a turn of
phrase,� he replied. �Nothing meant by
it.� The female did not reply but seemed
to be thinking, her expression one of slight confusion. It occurred to Jamie that she did not know
that the phrase could have been insulting and wisely, he decided not to persue the matter. �What�s
your name?� he began, glancing at his girlfriend who seemed to be overcome by
nervousness, her hand shaking slightly in his.
This female before them was not the leader of the group, not the one who
had done all the talking earlier, but her shorter companion, the one that
seemed to be a bodyguard of some sort. �I�m
Jamie� I�m sort of the one who saw your�er�ship?...coming
in��
The female blinked and peered at
them both hungrily, as if trying to memorize every detail of their presence. �You
would not understand my name in your language,� she sniffed.
�Ah�okay�What should we call you
then?� Rahne asked cautiously.
The female stepped closer, a fine
sheen on her arms revealed to be pale, iridescent feathers along her elbows and
forearms. �Your superior.�
Jamie raised a brow. �No, I think I�ll call you Jenny.� He did not know what there spark of snarky had come from but he could not stop the words from
coming out of his mouth. Beside him,
Rahne gasped, obviously nervous now, something about the woman upsetting her
but Jamie could not quite figure out what it was that made her so much more
threatened than he felt.
�My name is M�kor!�
the woman barked.
�Jenny,� Jamie replied, feeling
extra snide.
M�kor�s
eyes settled on Rahne, her expression furious.
�Her majesty chose you,� she snarled, �I hope, for her sake, she did not
choose poorly.� She turned on her heel
and stormed from the attic room, her steps silent and long cape fluttering
behind her.
�She chose you?� Jamie asked
finally, his breathing somewhat hitched in delayed panic.
�Jenny?� Rahne asked, swallowing
against a dry throat.
�Yeah, we�re screwed��

A/N Next, Jubilee�s note, Kitty
talks to the Professor, Logan/Storm smut! And Mark has a conversation�

[1] A form
of �leave alone�. http://www.nd.edu/~archives/latin.htm
(the English-to-Latin is in the top
section, not the Genesis one)

[2] Instead
of having most of this in Latin, we�ll just pretend they�re speaking it, shall
we?

[3] Ancient
song in praise of the god Mars, sung by his priests and worshippers during his
festivals.

[4] http://www.pantheon.org/articles/m/mars.html?esc
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