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Family Ties Chapter Forty Five (NC-17)
Family Ties Chapter Forty Five (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse and Hamster Witch, it finally happened. I started a fire with the poi. The menagerie is scared now. *sigh *
InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink are extraspecialnice for
archiving. J ProPhile is extra nifty…even though he is a
Yankee. ;) Tex, Ramsey and Jubilee (who made me dance around because of the
poem) get more jalapenos! (Hey, Foxy, guess
what you get next summer? LOL…j/k) Readers/Reviewers: I’m disturbed. The ducks
are going to the Aerosmith/KISS concert this weekend and they are wearing face
paint and leather. I’m sad because it’s
my makeup… And mille grazie for reading
and reviewing! J
“You’re…”
“I know.”
“How?”
“Holographic
projection. It itches.”
Logan raised
one dark brow and said blandly, “It itches?”
“Purely
psychosomatic…” Beast smiled toothily and inclined his head in the direction of
the waiting area. “Kitty is arranging
bail.”
“Half-Pint’s
here?” For the first time all evening,
Logan looked perturbed.
Beast’s
smile became fractionally less broad. “Evan
called her to ask why she didn’t call us to explain the arrest.”
Kitty
entered then, escorted by a police officer who looked bored with his desk
jockey position. “Logan!” she said in a
scolding tone. “I can’t begin to tell you how disappointed I am!”
“Half Pint,”
he said, fighting an ironic smirk.
“Kitty?”
Beast,
Kitty and Logan all twitched in varying degrees of annoyance. “You know him?” the officer asked, mildly
interested now.
“She’s my
daughter!” Mort growled, coming to stand at the bars in the cell next to Logan.
“We had to separate
these two…Little one kept tryin’ to pick a fight with…” the officer glanced at
Logan, choosing his adjectives carefully.
“That one.”
“Kitty,
your mother and I need bail.”
Kitty
pursed her lips in an effort not to say something pithy and instead ignored
Mort. “Kurt and Evan went to get Storm
from the women’s section. They should
be waiting…it didn’t take as long to arrange her bail for some reason…”
“Mine’s
more expensive,” Logan said with a hint of pride. “She just got charged with simple assault. Probably get it busted down to self defense
once some witnesses come forward.”
“I’m sure
Esther will…”
“Witnesses?”
Mort yelled from one cell over. “My
wife was defending her self, not the other way around!”
The officer
frowned and said sharply, “Shut up.
Miss, is he your father?”
Kitty
inhaled slowly and, with very deliberate movements, slid sideways to face her
biological father. “I’ve never seen him
before in my life,” she said sweetly, never taking her eyes off him. “This man,” she said, pointing at Logan, “is
my legal guardian and my father.”
Beast felt
his eyes go wide but he wisely remained silent as Mort launched into a blue
streak of cursing and invectives against Kitty, the Institute, and all that had
ever irritated him since the day Kitty was born. “Hey!” The officer’s shout brought a second man into the holding
area who released Logan and ushered the group out while the first officer dealt
with Mort.
“Half-Pint,”
Logan began once outside the holding area.
“No,” she
said quietly, holding up a hand. “Not
now…”
Beast and
Logan watched her walk towards the exit with her back ramrod straight, not
looking back to see if they were following.
“That,” Beast said quietly, “was one of the bravest things I’ve ever
seen her do.”
Logan
nodded, changing the subject quickly. “Where’
Ro?”
“This is so
humiliating.”
Evan
smirked as the female officer led him, Kurt and Storm from the women’s holding
area. “Could be worse,” he said. “Could’ve been on Girls Gone Wild or
something.”
Storm paused
to glare at her nephew, her eyes crackling white. “Evan…”
Kurt caught
the officer’s stern glare and urged his friends forward. “I’m sure Logan is waiting in the…er…reception
area…”
Storm
exhaled slowly and nodded. “Yes. I’m most anxious to leave this place.”
“Aren’t we
all, honey?” the officer drawled, shooing them into the lobby.
Logan was
waiting next to someone Storm recognized as Beast after one startled
moment. “Oh,” she said before she could
stop herself.
“Yes,
indeed,” Beast said, smiling faintly. “Cecilia
didn’t know whether to compliment me or be disapproving.”
“Why
disapproving?” Kurt asked as they walked into the night. “I’d think she’d like being able to go out
in public and…stuff…” he trailed off, seeing the bemused look on Beast’s face.
“In the
language of today’s youth, Cecilia and I are geeks. We don’t go out.” Beast’s
smile belied his self deprecation.
Logan
snorted. “Of course. You’re idea of a date is a nice night in
watching cellular meiosis.”
“Someone’s
got a word-a-day calendar,” Evan said lightly.
Logan’s
growl was all the response he received.
“Liebes?”
“I called
and left a message for Esther. I told
her we had to leave and to call me when she got back from her honeymoon.”
“Katzchen,
what happened?”
“Let’s just
go, Kurt. We can pick up our stuff from
the house and…and I just want to go home, okay?”
He nodded,
frowning. “Logan suggested we drive
back in the morning since he’s needed immediately at the mansion, as is Storm…”
Kitty
sighed as if with relief. “Okay. But…well, do you think you can drive
tonight?”
“Ja…no
problem. I’m pretty wired from
performing earlier.” He looked around
the mostly empty parking lot and sighed softly. “Kitty, are you okay?
Really?”
“Fine,” she
lied, plastering a smile on her face. “Just
peachy.”
“You never
say peachy, Schatz.” He turned her to
face him and brushed a kiss across her temple.
“Don’t lie to me.”
She looked
down, unable to meet his gaze. After a
long moment, she said, “I pretended I didn’t know my father…” The encounter in the holding area came out
in a rush and Kurt was not sure whether to laugh at her temerity or embrace her
to stem the creeping panic.
“Katzchen,”
he said softly, deciding on the latter option, holding her so that her face
pressed against his neck as she sought comfort, “the police aren’t stupid. They know about the fight, they know he’s
your father.”
“How?” she
asked, muffled. “I wasn’t there…”
“As soon as
you gave them your name to pay bail, they knew who you were. Not a whole lot of Prydes in Chicago, are
there?”
She
sniffled. “Not really.”
“And Logan
is your legal guardian and they’ll know that, too,” he soothed, stroking her
hair back from her face.
“Kurt,” she
said, her voice breaking, “I just realized that it’s really over…I’m really out
of the family. Esther loves me but…”
she broke into tears then, sobbing, “I can’t ever see them again!”
Kurt did
not know quite what to say so settled for swaying slowly from side to side as
he tried to soothe her with nonsense phrases in German and English, things
Kitty did not seem to even register no matter how tender the words. Finally, he stopped and murmured into her
hair, “Katzchen, just because you’re born to a certain person or people doesn’t
mean they’re your family. My family loves
you, the Professor, Storm, Logan…me,” he added unnecessarily.
“You don’t understand!” she
exploded, twisting free from his grasp and striding to the car.
“Then explain it to me!” he
practically shouted, following her.
“I can’t!”
“Kitty,” he said, catching her and
turning her around. “I want to help!”
She bowed her head and covered her
eyes, taking deep breaths to calm herself.
“Kurt, I don’t want to talk about it right now!”
“It’s a long drive home, Katzchen,”
he pointed out. “We’ve got all sorts of
time to talk.”
“I don’t want to talk about it!”
she growled. “Just…leave me alone for a
while, okay?”
Kurt felt the pain palpably, as if
she had punched him in the stomach. “Okay,” he sighed. “Okay.”
Kitty, passing her hand across her
eyes in consternation, sighed, “I’m so sorry…”
“Nein,” he said, “I understand.” And he really did. He knew pain and confusion almost betthan han anyone else at the
Institute. “When you’re ready…”
“You’ll be the first I talk to.” She nodded as if confirming this to
herself. “It’s just…”
“When you’re ready,” he said firmly,
opening the car door for her. “Let’s
see if we can get our things and go before your aunts get to the house.”
“Good idea,” she said, glad of the
distraction. Once inside the car, she
leaned over and kissed him soundly. “Thank
you, Fuzzy.”
“For what?”
“Thank you,” she repeated, not
answering him.
“So long as it gets me kissed, you’re
welcome!”
She smiled and kissed him again
before he pulled out into traffic.
The Professor raised an eyebrow at
the nurse, hiding his surprise well. “She’s
asked for me already?”
“Well, yeah…said you were her
doct
“Um…of course. I see.”
“Are you, like, supposed to take
her or something?”
The young nurse reminded him
horribly of Kitty before she got her speech pattern under a semblance of
control. “Yes…I’m her legal guardian in
this matter.”
“I need paperwork.”
“Of course,” the Professor smiled,
his mind already probing hers, altering her recollections. You filed the forms away but the night
duty nurse must have misplaced them.
“She’s right in here,” the nurse
said, frowning slightly.
The Professor smiled at Tabby, who
was sitting on the edge of the bed wearing hospital-issue scrubs and looking
three days dead. “I never thought I’d
be fucking orgasmic to see you!” she said, shaking her head.
“Charming,” he said, rolling his
eyes. “Shall we?” he asked, offering
his elbow with a smile.
She sighed. “Let’s.”
Family Ties Chapter Forty Five (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse and Hamster Witch, it finally happened. I started a fire with the poi. The menagerie is scared now. *sigh *
InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink are extraspecialnice for
archiving. J ProPhile is extra nifty…even though he is a
Yankee. ;) Tex, Ramsey and Jubilee (who made me dance around because of the
poem) get more jalapenos! (Hey, Foxy, guess
what you get next summer? LOL…j/k) Readers/Reviewers: I’m disturbed. The ducks
are going to the Aerosmith/KISS concert this weekend and they are wearing face
paint and leather. I’m sad because it’s
my makeup… And mille grazie for reading
and reviewing! J
“You’re…”
“I know.”
“How?”
“Holographic
projection. It itches.”
Logan raised
one dark brow and said blandly, “It itches?”
“Purely
psychosomatic…” Beast smiled toothily and inclined his head in the direction of
the waiting area. “Kitty is arranging
bail.”
“Half-Pint’s
here?” For the first time all evening,
Logan looked perturbed.
Beast’s
smile became fractionally less broad. “Evan
called her to ask why she didn’t call us to explain the arrest.”
Kitty
entered then, escorted by a police officer who looked bored with his desk
jockey position. “Logan!” she said in a
scolding tone. “I can’t begin to tell you how disappointed I am!”
“Half Pint,”
he said, fighting an ironic smirk.
“Kitty?”
Beast,
Kitty and Logan all twitched in varying degrees of annoyance. “You know him?” the officer asked, mildly
interested now.
“She’s my
daughter!” Mort growled, coming to stand at the bars in the cell next to Logan.
“We had to separate
these two…Little one kept tryin’ to pick a fight with…” the officer glanced at
Logan, choosing his adjectives carefully.
“That one.”
“Kitty,
your mother and I need bail.”
Kitty
pursed her lips in an effort not to say something pithy and instead ignored
Mort. “Kurt and Evan went to get Storm
from the women’s section. They should
be waiting…it didn’t take as long to arrange her bail for some reason…”
“Mine’s
more expensive,” Logan said with a hint of pride. “She just got charged with simple assault. Probably get it busted down to self defense
once some witnesses come forward.”
“I’m sure
Esther will…”
“Witnesses?”
Mort yelled from one cell over. “My
wife was defending her self, not the other way around!”
The officer
frowned and said sharply, “Shut up.
Miss, is he your father?”
Kitty
inhaled slowly and, with very deliberate movements, slid sideways to face her
biological father. “I’ve never seen him
before in my life,” she said sweetly, never taking her eyes off him. “This man,” she said, pointing at Logan, “is
my legal guardian and my father.”
Beast felt
his eyes go wide but he wisely remained silent as Mort launched into a blue
streak of cursing and invectives against Kitty, the Institute, and all that had
ever irritated him since the day Kitty was born. “Hey!” The officer’s shout brought a second man into the holding
area who released Logan and ushered the group out while the first officer dealt
with Mort.
“Half-Pint,”
Logan began once outside the holding area.
“No,” she
said quietly, holding up a hand. “Not
now…”
Beast and
Logan watched her walk towards the exit with her back ramrod straight, not
looking back to see if they were following.
“That,” Beast said quietly, “was one of the bravest things I’ve ever
seen her do.”
Logan
nodded, changing the subject quickly. “Where’
Ro?”
“This is so
humiliating.”
Evan
smirked as the female officer led him, Kurt and Storm from the women’s holding
area. “Could be worse,” he said. “Could’ve been on Girls Gone Wild or
something.”
Storm paused
to glare at her nephew, her eyes crackling white. “Evan…”
Kurt caught
the officer’s stern glare and urged his friends forward. “I’m sure Logan is waiting in the…er…reception
area…”
Storm
exhaled slowly and nodded. “Yes. I’m most anxious to leave this place.”
“Aren’t we
all, honey?” the officer drawled, shooing them into the lobby.
Logan was
waiting next to someone Storm recognized as Beast after one startled
moment. “Oh,” she said before she could
stop herself.
“Yes,
indeed,” Beast said, smiling faintly. “Cecilia
didn’t know whether to compliment me or be disapproving.”
“Why
disapproving?” Kurt asked as they walked into the night. “I’d think she’d like being able to go out
in public and…stuff…” he trailed off, seeing the bemused look on Beast’s face.
“In the
language of today’s youth, Cecilia and I are geeks. We don’t go out.” Beast’s
smile belied his self deprecation.
Logan
snorted. “Of course. You’re idea of a date is a nice night in
watching cellular meiosis.”
“Someone’s
got a word-a-day calendar,” Evan said lightly.
Logan’s
growl was all the response he received.
“Liebes?”
“I called
and left a message for Esther. I told
her we had to leave and to call me when she got back from her honeymoon.”
“Katzchen,
what happened?”
“Let’s just
go, Kurt. We can pick up our stuff from
the house and…and I just want to go home, okay?”
He nodded,
frowning. “Logan suggested we drive
back in the morning since he’s needed immediately at the mansion, as is Storm…”
Kitty
sighed as if with relief. “Okay. But…well, do you think you can drive
tonight?”
“Ja…no
problem. I’m pretty wired from
performing earlier.” He looked around
the mostly empty parking lot and sighed softly. “Kitty, are you okay?
Really?”
“Fine,” she
lied, plastering a smile on her face. “Just
peachy.”
“You never
say peachy, Schatz.” He turned her to
face him and brushed a kiss across her temple.
“Don’t lie to me.”
She looked
down, unable to meet his gaze. After a
long moment, she said, “I pretended I didn’t know my father…” The encounter in the holding area came out
in a rush and Kurt was not sure whether to laugh at her temerity or embrace her
to stem the creeping panic.
“Katzchen,”
he said softly, deciding on the latter option, holding her so that her face
pressed against his neck as she sought comfort, “the police aren’t stupid. They know about the fight, they know he’s
your father.”
“How?” she
asked, muffled. “I wasn’t there…”
“As soon as
you gave them your name to pay bail, they knew who you were. Not a whole lot of Prydes in Chicago, are
there?”
She
sniffled. “Not really.”
“And Logan
is your legal guardian and they’ll know that, too,” he soothed, stroking her
hair back from her face.
“Kurt,” she
said, her voice breaking, “I just realized that it’s really over…I’m really out
of the family. Esther loves me but…”
she broke into tears then, sobbing, “I can’t ever see them again!”
Kurt did
not know quite what to say so settled for swaying slowly from side to side as
he tried to soothe her with nonsense phrases in German and English, things
Kitty did not seem to even register no matter how tender the words. Finally, he stopped and murmured into her
hair, “Katzchen, just because you’re born to a certain person or people doesn’t
mean they’re your family. My family loves
you, the Professor, Storm, Logan…me,” he added unnecessarily.
“You don’t understand!” she
exploded, twisting free from his grasp and striding to the car.
“Then explain it to me!” he
practically shouted, following her.
“I can’t!”
“Kitty,” he said, catching her and
turning her around. “I want to help!”
She bowed her head and covered her
eyes, taking deep breaths to calm herself.
“Kurt, I don’t want to talk about it right now!”
“It’s a long drive home, Katzchen,”
he pointed out. “We’ve got all sorts of
time to talk.”
“I don’t want to talk about it!”
she growled. “Just…leave me alone for a
while, okay?”
Kurt felt the pain palpably, as if
she had punched him in the stomach. “Okay,” he sighed. “Okay.”
Kitty, passing her hand across her
eyes in consternation, sighed, “I’m so sorry…”
“Nein,” he said, “I understand.” And he really did. He knew pain and confusion almost betthan han anyone else at the
Institute. “When you’re ready…”
“You’ll be the first I talk to.” She nodded as if confirming this to
herself. “It’s just…”
“When you’re ready,” he said firmly,
opening the car door for her. “Let’s
see if we can get our things and go before your aunts get to the house.”
“Good idea,” she said, glad of the
distraction. Once inside the car, she
leaned over and kissed him soundly. “Thank
you, Fuzzy.”
“For what?”
“Thank you,” she repeated, not
answering him.
“So long as it gets me kissed, you’re
welcome!”
She smiled and kissed him again
before he pulled out into traffic.
The Professor raised an eyebrow at
the nurse, hiding his surprise well. “She’s
asked for me already?”
“Well, yeah…said you were her
doct
“Um…of course. I see.”
“Are you, like, supposed to take
her or something?”
The young nurse reminded him
horribly of Kitty before she got her speech pattern under a semblance of
control. “Yes…I’m her legal guardian in
this matter.”
“I need paperwork.”
“Of course,” the Professor smiled,
his mind already probing hers, altering her recollections. You filed the forms away but the night
duty nurse must have misplaced them.
“She’s right in here,” the nurse
said, frowning slightly.
The Professor smiled at Tabby, who
was sitting on the edge of the bed wearing hospital-issue scrubs and looking
three days dead. “I never thought I’d
be fucking orgasmic to see you!” she said, shaking her head.
“Charming,” he said, rolling his
eyes. “Shall we?” he asked, offering
his elbow with a smile.
She sighed. “Let’s.”