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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 Five
Disclaimers Apply

A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
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�� Mystique
truly loved the early morning.� She had,
for as long as she could remember, loved rising just before dawn and greeting
the morning as the sun rose slowly over the horizon, burning off the night�s
chill and blanketing the world in a light mist.�
She loved the rituals that came with morning, the making of coffee and
tea, the preparation of breakfast, stretching and yawning as sleep scurried
from her eyes and thoughts.� But some
mornings, she was hard pressed to remember her adoration of these little
rituals.� The Bayville Herald and the Bayville
Chronicle lay side by side outside the front gate of the Institute, their
plastic bags dappled with cold dew, the edges of the newsprint damp and dark as
the moisture seeped across the words.� The
Herald was folded so that only part of the lead headline was visible in it�s thick, bold letters: �TO THE GROUND.� That can�t be good, she mused idly,
tucking it under her arm and reaching for the Chronicle, which fell out of it�s plastic bag and hit the dirt drive with an unassuming
thud.� It fell out of it�s
folded state and revealed the entire lead story: SAINT DYMPHNA�S HOSPITAL BURNS TO THE GROUND; TEN MISSING.� ��Shit,�
she hissed, shaking the paper so the other sections fell to the ground, some
getting caught by the slight morning breeze which sent pages skittering into
the ditch running alongside the property�s wrought iron fence.� The story, which was surprisingly brief given
the prominence of the header, stated the facts as bare as they were: the
hospital had become engulfed sometime around nine pm the night before and it
had been impossible to save the majority of the complex. Most of the patients
at the small hospital had been rescued but ten were missing.� Ten, Mystique thought to herself,
that they would admit to.� Barely
realizing she was moving, she turned on her heel and, clutching both newspapers
tight, ran back to the house.�

�� Whoa��
Kitty blinked rapidly, staring at the computer screen before her.� As was her routine, she had sat down at her
lap top to check email and read the news before getting breakfast.� She was so tired from the night before, from
tossing and turning and her racing mind preventing her from sleep,
that it took a full minute to comprehend what she was seeing.� Rapidly, she scanned the story, then scanned it again, scrolling through the page of
information, barely seeing anything else on the screen.� Without hesitating, she reached for the phone
on the end table next to the sofa and, eyes never leaving the screen, she
dialed the number provided at the bottom of the page for information on the
patients at the hospital.
�� Kitty,�
Rogue�s voice cut the thick silence of the rec room,
making Kitty jump slightly before waving her off.� �Who�re you talking to?� the Southern girl
asked, draping herself across the wingback chair opposite her friend.� She was bursting at the seams to talk to her
and would not be put off.� �Is it Pete?�
She raised a brow at Kitty�s frown.� �Is
it your biomom?��
She cracked her knuckles, watching Kitty�s face carefully for some sort
of response.� The camera crew was not yet
downstairs, the hour being too early for their filming, and she wanted to talk
to the other girl before it was too late and she had to use complicated half
truths to get her news across.� Wordlessly,
Kitty shoved the lap top over to Rogue, turning it so the Goth teenager could
see.� Squinting, Rogue leaned in and
frowned, not reading much past the first paragraph.� �Whoa��
�� That�s
what I said.�� Kitty growled and hung up
the phone a little harder than was possibly good for the plastic casing.� �No one is answering at the number they gave
at the bottom of the page��
�� No one
needs to,� Logan
said from the doorway behind them, entering from the foyer.� �The Professor is fine.� He�s with Magneto�� He dropped heavily into the recliner near the
Tiffany lamp on the far side of the room, rubbing the back of his hands idly as
he so often did when aggravated.� �Long
story short, Mags is takin�
Chuck to the airport��
�� Is it safe
for him to fly so soon after the procedure?� Kitty demanded, torn between
elation that her mentor and friend was alive and well, confusion about how he
got to be with Magneto and concern over post operative status.� �He should come back here and recover��
�� No,� Logan cut her off,
leaning forward with a determined look on his face.� �He should be as far away from here as
possible when the shit hits the fan.�
�� Rogue
quirked a brow, barely restraining herself from grabbing Kitty and dragging her
into the basement to show her the revelation, growing annoyed with the interruptions.� �What shit would that be?�
�� Didn�t
warrant as big a headline as the fire,� Logan
commented, tossing a folded up section of the paper to Kitty.� �Look at the bottom of the page.� �bout an inch long.�
�� Kitty
quickly found the blurb, groaning aloud when she read it. �Oy�� Closing her eyes, she handed the paper to
Rogue.� �How?� They haven�t left the house!�
�� We�re not
in a bubble,� Logan
pointed out.� �I�m gonna
have a talk with our guests this morning,� he added, rising to his feet with a
glower slipping into place on his features.�
�� Uh, that
might be kinda a bad idea right now,� Rogue put in,
her gaze riveted to the window looking out onto the small garden on the side of
the house.� �I think we�re being invaded.�� Eight figures, each one in some form of
hospital dress, stood, staring into the room.�
Some bore traces of sooty smudge on their visible skin but most seemed
untouched.� The one thing that marked
them as not quite normal, not quite socially acceptable, were
visible mutations.� �Okay, Kitty,� she
breathed, �you�re smart� how do we hide a herd of mutants?�

A/N Next chapter, a tiny problem with the documentary.
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