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Mirror, Mirror	By : Nemain Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5878 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Mirror Mirror Chapter Forty Eight

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�This is ridiculous.� Mystique closed her eyes and pressed her fingers to her brow bone, hissing a pent up breath out between her teeth. �Why do I even bother?�

Sabretooth grunted. �Pie eyed optimism.�

�Shut up!� Fred�s voice boomed through the narrow space, not echoing but flooding their ears with a near painful resonance. �Sit down!� He waved the gun negligently, gesturing towards the floor. �Magneto said you gotta do what I tell you to,� he added, breathing harder than Mystique thought might possibly be healthy for the teenager.

�Fred,� the shapeshifter began, but he waved the gun again and she sighed. �Fine, fine, we�re sitting.� She dropped to her knees on the hard concrete pad, Sabretooth sitting rather more slowly beside her, his eyes narrowing on the bulky captor�s face.

For his part, Fred did not budge. He did not even waver under the combined glare of the two older mutants. Magneto had given him a job to do and he was doing it. He was proud of himself, for once. He was being treated like he was useful, like he had a purpose in life other than being someone to make fun of or yell at. Essex had been delayed, Magneto said. Watch Mystique and Sabretooth then, when the time is right, divert them. He figured this was as good a diversion as any. It had been easy, which surprised him. Yes, it was work and his body did not like work, but getting Mystique and Sabretooth into the long, narrow storage unit was a simple thing. All he had to do was flag them down. �You gotta do what I say,� he informed them, the gun pointed at Sabretooth. He did not like the way the feral man was looking at him. He knew Mystique would hesitate before striking him but Sabretooth would not. The man would use his animal-like abilities to try and bring him down. Or, insight suddenly burst into bloom in Fred�s mind, he would do it but as a distraction for Mystique, as a way to let her get to him or escape. He would not let them see, he thought, that he had figured them out. Essex had told him that he was not stupid, that he was probably the smartest one there. Book smarts meant nothing, the scientist had promised him. Still waters run deep. It had taken Fred some puzzling to sort that one out but when he did, he decided that was his personal motto.

�Remind me,� Mystique muttered to Sabretooth, her guise as Essex gone, �to kill the rest of the Brotherhood when we get out of here.�

�You�d think,� Sabretooth replied, sounding loathe to talk, �we�d be smarter than a kid.�

�He�s not a kid,� she replied loudly, loud enough for Fred to hear her clearly. �He�s just a pawn. He�s doing what other people say because he can�t think for himself. He�s as dumb as a post.� She turned luminous yellow eyes to the teenager. �What�s your job, Fred? Kill us or slow us down? I�m betting it�s slow us down. If we were dead, that would be too big a job to clean up. People might miss us.� She thought fleetingly of Mark and winced. He, she thought, would need a good explanation for this. She hoped he had not decided to go looking for her but she knew better, really. She knew he was likely stalking around even now, trying to turn up her trail.

�My job,� Fred grunted, his breathing slowly returning to normal, �is important.�

Mystique looked hard at his face, scanning for signs of weakness or uncertainty. He was impassive, a doughy countenance with two glittering eyes staring back at her. He was not as weak as he thought, she realized. He had been growing stronger, his mutation developing in the time she had known him. But he had no idea. �So now what?� she demanded. �We sit here and wait for Magneto to come swanning in? Essex won�t be back here� What�s your job now? How long will you wait before you get too bored or too tired?�

�Ain�t long,� he shrugged, scratching his hip with the gun�s barrel. �Just gotta keep ya here,� he admitted after a moment�s silence. �Don�t know how long.�

Sabretooth shifted, glancing at Mystique. �Gonna wait out somethin�?� he rumbled, sounding disinterested.

�Dunno,� Fred admitted. �Just gotta wait.� He sniffed, making a face as a waft of something chemical drifted through the former storage space.

Mystique pressed her lips together in consternation. This, she decided, had to be the reason she had been thinking about quitting altogether. Move somewhere benign. Like Missouri, she decided. Missouri was nice. Or Iowa. All the mutants in Iowa were rural and no one thought of things like the Brotherhood there. Bet they didn�t have Morlocks, either, she thought. �Where�s Pietro and Tarot?� she asked suddenly. �If Magneto�s using you, those two are long gone, aren�t they? But they won�t be far�� She rose slowly, holding her hands out in a nonthreatening gesture.

�They�re not my problem,� Fred asserted, raising the gun to Mystique�s head level. �You ain�t that good a healer,� he pointed out. �Bullet in the brainpan� Squish!�[1]

Mystique stopped moving forward. Sabretooth had not budged but she could feel him tense, ready. �Fred, the whole Brotherhood is falling apart. We�re scattered to the winds. This is the last, desperate scramblings of a dying man!�

�Shut. Up.� Fred�s hand was steady as he cocked the gun, the barrel aimed for her head still. �You�re worthless. You left us.�

�Fred,� she snapped in her Raven Darkholme voice, �put it down and listen to me.�

�No,� he said, pausing for just a moment. �No.� The resounding gunshot deafened them all in the narrow space.
A/N Morlocks next chapter� this will be wrapping up sooner rather than later. Wheeee�

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[1] Yep, Firefly quote. River had some good lines.
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