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Perfectly Normal	By : Nemain Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > FemSlash - Female/Female Views: 6947 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Perfectly Normal Chapter
Forty One
Disclaimers Apply

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�� Emma
groaned softly to herself, flexing her fingers on the steering wheel of her
too-expensive, too-pampered car.� The
flashing red and blue lights of the police car behind her were giving her a
headache, making her squint as the dark-clad figure strode up to her driver�s
side window and stood, looming, waiting for her to roll down the glass.� �Good evening,� she said flatly, already
holding her license and registration.� She
intentionally blocked any extraneous thoughts and feelings, not in the mood for
sorting other people�s problems out while she drove to Boston, admittedly (to herself, anyway), like
a bat out of hell.� But even with her
shields up, she knew this officer was angry.
�� You were
going ninety miles an hour back there!� he barked, jerking the proffered
identification out of her fingers.� �Ninety
damned miles per hour!� The speed limit�s
sixty!��
�� Emma smiled
tightly and did not reply.� She knew,
without a doubt, there was nothing she could say that would get her out of a
ticket, not even if she cried.� The idea
of manipulating the man�s perception of things, influencing him to not give her
the ticket, niggled the back of her mind.�
I�m too tired for a full on mind
wipe, she thought bitterly.� Time was when that wouldn�t matter, when I
could just do it and keep on going� �Pardon?� she asked belatedly,
realizing the officer was silent, glaring at her and apparently waiting for an
answer.
�� Get. Out.
Of. The. VEHICLE!� he snarled, stepping away from the car door as she
unbuckled. �And keep your hands where I can see them!�� His hand rested on his hip, near his
gun.� Emma could tell that the thin strip
of leather on the holster was undone, facilitating access to the weapon should
he choose to use it.� And, she decided,
he was the sort to so choose.
�� Emma sighed
again, a shade more loudly this time, and kept one hand on the steering wheel
while she unlocked the door with her free hand.�
�I need to unbuckle.�� She slowly
reached for the clasp and, her eyes on the officer�s, released the catch.� Just as slowly, she opened the door and swung
her legs out, keeping her hands where he could see them and not giving him a
reason to bark at her again.� �Is this
usual protocol for speeding?� she queried lightly as she rose to her full
height, her brows creeping up delicately.�
The officer was circling her car, face set into a harsh scowl, hand still
poised on his hip as he completed the circuit.
�� Where you
heading so fast?� he asked, reaching his point of origin and facing her with
all the imperialistic fervor of a man with little else going for him in his
life.� �Ninety miles an hour�must be
something hellishly important.�� His gaze
swept over her, his lips quirking up at one corner before he took a step
forward, seemingly expecting her to back away, judging by the surprised look on
his face when she did not. The expression lasted for only a fraction of a
second before it was replaced with the smirking condescension of a moment
before.� �Your registration is expired,
too��
�� Emma did
not look away to check.� Despite her
shielding, her intuition was setting off claxons of warning.� This was not a simple traffic stop, she
thought.� This was something else
entirely.� Her gaze swept over the man
before her, trying to see if there was an outward sign of perfidy and finding
none.� Damn it� I have to� With an inward gesture of resignation, she
opened her mind to the man before her, reaching out fingers of power to stroke
his thoughts, to draw forth what he was hiding.�
�Am I getting a ticket?� she asked mildly, holding her hands out in a �no
harm� gesture, not moving as her gentle probing returned nothing but mostly
innocuous things, like a grocery list in the making, commentary on her short
skirt and long legs, pondering if he should cite her for the broken tail light
or let it go. Frowning, she tilted her head to one side.� Something was sending shivers of alarm down
her spine but she could not tell what it was. Something was wrong but it was
not in his mind, not where she could find it. And, she thought to herself
without a trace of pridefulness, she could find
anything.�
�� I see your
license says Boston�what�re you doing in New York state?�� He handed her back her materials, his brows
drawing together.� �Emma Frost� I know
your name from somewhere.�
�� My family
is prominent in New England,� she replied
coolly, accepting the items but not moving to put them away. He had not told
her she could yet and she was loathe to ask.� �Perhaps you have read my name in the papers.�� She fondled the edge of her license idly,
opening her mind even more to his thoughts, careful not to project her own
thoughts and feelings to him.�
�� No,� he
said slowly, his smile growing ever more predatory.� �You work for the Xavier Institute.�
�� Ah, she
thought, here it is.� �I work for the Boston facility,
that is correct.�� The sudden
swell of anger startled her, pouring out of his thoughts like an erupting
volcano.� She had enough warning to dodge
to one side before his blow fell, ineffectually, against the roof of the
car.� He hissed in pain and she moved
fast, hooking her foot around the back of his leg and sending him to the
ground, twisting away before she could overbalance entirely.� He was not long delayed, grabbing for the hem
of her skirt as she dove for the car, the door still open behind her. The sound
of ripping fabric made her swear foully but she did not stop, slamming the car
door with a meaty thud as the officer�s fingers caught in the jamb.� Starting the car, she opened the door
quickly, releasing him rather than tear the digits from his hand when she
accelerated, swerving back into the narrow road that twisted through the woods
outside of western Bayville.� She did not
look back, slamming the iron gates of her mental shields shut with an audible
growl.� �I TOLD him that things like this
would happen!� she shouted into the emptiness of the car. �CHARLES! ANSWER ME,
DAMN YOU!�

A/N Next up, the Professor and Magneto and some more FoH goings on�
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