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Chapter List
- 1-Blueshift
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
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- 29-29 and 30
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Blueshift Chapter Forty Eight (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply

A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE �, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta� *sends lots of hot tea and a �zine * InterNutter,
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Mark eyed
the bottle of aspirin warily, doing the mental math to determine just how much
more he could take before causing internal bleeding. His head throbbed in the death throes of a
hangover and his stomach gurgled dangerously, warning him against taking
anything else internally, including his cup of coffee. The kitchen was relatively quiet, the
majority of the students either in the Danger Room, outside the Danger Room or
ensconced somewhere talking about the Danger Room. One of the Shi�ar,
as they had claimed themselves to be called, was standing in the foyer rather
than joining her two companions He
could hear her moving, not walking but shifting, her clothing rustling due to
the strange, almost stiff fabric it was made from. She did not look at him but he knew she was
paying attention to every move he made.
Smiling almost ruefully, he opened the metropolitan section of the
Bayville Herald and began scanning the local news for anything of interest. After a moment, he burst out laughing,
startling the Shi�ar female into an undignified
twitch. �Sorry,� he called. �Just saw something funny in the paper�� He read the leader again and snickered. �Local Man Claims Shadow Broke Into His House�. The
short article went on to detail, albeit poorly, how �a local scion of society� claimed
that a houseguest witnessed a shadow, not a shadowy figure, skulking about the
house and then fleeing when confronted with the possibility of being
caught. Mark snickered, reaching for his
coffee before thinking better of it. �This
is stupid,� he sighed. Magneto, by the
looks of things, was trying to stir things up.
The Shi�ar woman had come closer but was still
studiously ignoring him. �This old man,�
he said conversationally, holding up the paper over his shoulder and reaching
for an apple in the fruit bowl on the table, �is trying to get attention. He�s up to something, I�m sure. At least based on what Professor Xavier has
told me about him.�
�I do not
understand,� she said stiffly. �Nor do I
care to.�
�Fair �nough.� He stood, wincing as his head gave a throb of
protest.
�Where are
you going?�
�The library. I have
work to do while the students play at being
superheroes.� He nodded courteously,
managing to keep the grimace off his face as his head felt like it were
sloshing on his shoulders.
�This
library�� It was obvious she was trying
to fit his words into boxes she was familiar with. �You keep� information�there?�
�Well� yes.� He raised a brow. �Would you like to see it?� She stared at him for a long moment before
nodding slowly. �Right. Come on then.� He stepped past her and headed towards the
downstairs library, tucked in the back of the mansion. He could hear her behind him, her odd cloak
rustling as she kept close. The library
door stood open but he did not pause, despite the oddity of it. �Come in, sit down,� he directed, walking
directly to his desk. The drawers had
been tampered with but not opened. The
locks had held. �Any particular subject
you�re interested in?� he asked casually, scanning the desk�s surface. A note pad was missing, but that was a small
matter. The only thing that had been
written on it was a note to Jubilee, reminding her she had duties to attend to
in the library to make up for the food fight the other day. A handful of pens had been moved, and, he
noticed with some irritation, a reference book was missing from the corner of
the desk.
�Earth.�
�Pardon? Oh, right��
He had forgotten for just a moment that he was not alone, so silent had the
woman been. �What�s your name again?� he
asked, turning to scan the shelves, looking for further signs of entry. She did not respond though he heard her
rustling movements, indicating that she was moving closer.
�Show me,�
she said softly as he turned to see where she was going, �everything about this
place.�
He
blinked. She smelled of some exotic perfume
and her eyes flayed him. He found he
could not look away and he did not like this feeling. �Everything?� he asked, his voice huskier
than he would have liked. Clearing his
throat, he said, �There�s too much to read about. Do you want to know about our governments,
politics, the actual earth itself, as in the ground beneath our feet, history�
the people?� He reached behind him and
took a thick tome off the shelf. �This
might help.�
She looked
at the atlas in his hands and raised her pale brows. The white shock of feathers all three of the
females seemed to have in place of hair ruffled as the heater turned on,
sending a draft of warm air down from the ceiling. �I think I would rather have a personal tour,�
she said quietly, stepping closer.
Mark became
very still. He had the distinct feeling
that he was being tested. He managed not
to blink as she lifted a hand to stroke the side of his face. She had, he noticed, talons rather than
nails. He could feel their sharp edge,
teasing his skin but not cutting, as she followed the line of his jaw. The rustling, he noticed, was not her
cloak. She had left it draped across the
study table. Unwillingly, his eyes
traveled the length of her arm and he gave into the urge to stare. She had wings. Blue and purple feathers ran the length of
her arm, not shining and flat like her companions but draping and open, as if
she were some ancient goddess. He
thought briefly of images he had seen of Isis and
shivered slightly, unwilling to even consider the possibility when he had other
things to deal with at the moment. �I
think,� he said carefully, �you may have misunderstood
my interest in showing you the library.�
Her
expression became something like a smile but far more predatory. �I think,� she replied, almost mockingly, �you misunderstand my interest.� She did not move away but her presence seemed
to shift. Mark found he could breathe a
bit easier and felt just a mite less threatened. �My sister has been anything
but truthful,� she continued, holding his gaze.
�She has plans, grand ones, but she is failing to see the entire
situation and she is only telling your friends those things which will get them
to help her cause.�
Mark licked
his suddenly dry lips thoughtfully. �You
know,� he said after a moment, �you speak English very well� why the deception?�
�My sister
and M�kon are not as fluent as I,� she replied with a
hint of pride. �I have studied you, I
have paid attention. I knew there would
come a time when I would need to know your ways but I feel,� she paused, her
presence crowding him again, �that I can learn more. I know so very little�� Her eyes left his and ran over the spines of
the books on the shelves. �I need a
guide. I need someone to educate me in
the ways of your people��
�My�people?� His brows shot up. �The British specifically
or humans in general? Because
either way� that�s a tall order and I think you�d be better off finding someone
else.�
�No,� she
said thoughtfully. �I think you�ll
do. You are intelligent. You do not have the irrational fears of the
others. While my sister and M�kon play their games, train their little foot soldiers,
you can teach me.�
Mark�s eyes
strayed to his desk top and he sighed inwardly.
�I don�t suppose this can wait? I
really do have a lot to do today� I have some errands to run and I need to stop
by and visit a former acquaintance of mine.
He�s not expecting me but I have something he might like.�
She
mimicked his raised brow expression. �I
shall go with you.�
Mark
sighed. �Wonderful��

A/N Next chapter, what is Magneto smoking,
Minerva makes a visit and the training in the Danger Room. Also, Kurt gets a
hint of what the danger to come is�
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