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Chapter List
- 1-Perfectly Normal
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- 63-Mise en Scene: Coffee and Cream
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Perfectly Normal Chapter
Forty Seven
Disclaimers Apply

A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
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reviewing as you can! J

�� Emma
managed to not slam her car door as she crunched to a stop before her childhood
home.� She had taken the most circuitous
route possible while still managing to make it to Boston before mid afternoon, and still she
wondered if she had been followed somehow.�
I was never this paranoid until I
decided to help Xavier, she thought with a trace of bitterness, stalking
towards her front door on three inch heels, oblivious to the pea gravel and it�s
inherent dangers.� The door, she noted
with no small amount of ire, was not locked properly, the latch merely resting
in place rather than being seated firmly.�
�If you�re all dead in there, I am not going to clean it up,� she
announced in a slightly louder than conversational tone, pushing the door open
and stepping into her foyer with the air of one much put upon.� Everything looked to be in place, everything
as she had left it save for a chipped piece of marble on the steps.� �I do hope that was Sam who did that,� she
murmured, �and not this place falling down around my ears.�
�� It�s
perfectly sound,� a vaguely familiar, low voice intoned, reverberating through
her very bones with it�s timbre.� The
floor vibrated with each step her visitor took, moving closer behind her as
Emma stood, eyes closing, facing the chipped staircase.� �You took a long time to get here.�
�� Juggernaut.�� The name was a curse and a blandishment in
one.� �You are not welcome here.�� She turned slowly, her mind shuttered
tight.� He was dressed as she had last
seen him, in his strange uniform with his heavy metal helmet, a weight under
which any other person would likely crumple like so much paper.� �You are not welcome in this house,� she
said, emphasizing the phrase with tightening of her shoulders and arms as if
she were preparing to strike him.� She
knew better, though.� He was unstoppable,
should he choose to attack her.� Even
she, with all of her abilities, could not physically stop Juggernaut.� No one could, in as far as she knew.
�� I�ve come
looking for someone.� And to deliver a
message.�� His lips curled in a parody of
a smile, his head tilting to one side as if in curiosity.� �The children are in the basement.� They are unharmed.� I daresay they do not realize they spent the
night under my feet.� This notion seemed to amuse him greatly as his smile
grew, splitting his face with a rows of teeth and an expression of near
malice.�
�� And the
use of email or the United
States postal system eludes you?� She raised
a brow, straightening her spine.� This is my home, damn it.� I refuse to be intimidated.
�� My�employer�
wished for this message to have a �personal touch.�� He stretched up on his toes and his smile
faded a fraction as he swept his gaze over her.�
�You look damned frumpy in that, Emma.�
Not like the woman who used to run the Hellfire club��
�� My state
of dress,� she cut him off, tugging surreptitiously at the very expensive
blouse currently gracing her slender form, �is not an issue.� What is your message? Tell me and leave.�
�� Eager
miss, aren�t you?� he mused, taking another heavy, vibrating step towards
her.� Faintly, so faintly as to be almost
unheard, a door opened somewhere in the house.�
�Ah, we have an audience��
�� Emma
tensed, immediately sending a mental blast of command out across the
grounds.� Get back where you came
from.� It isn�t safe!� �Juggernaut, leave now or I will bring this
house down around both of us making you.�
�� That,� he
mused, �would be a trick.�� With a
quickness that surprised Emma, he turned to his right and took three great
steps, stopping just at the entrance to the former servant�s hallway.� His smile now a thin, compressed line, he
reached out and grabbed in the darkness of the narrow space.� A subtle squeak erupted from his mark and he
jerked his arm back, holding Theresa by the neck, her face already pink and
quickly heading towards purple.� �Hello,
dear.� You likely don�t remember me as
well as I�d like,� he rumbled in an almost crooning tone.
�� Let her
GO!� Emma dropped her shields and sent as much of her energy as she could
towards Juggernaut, focusing on making him feel pain[1].� �He
grunted, wincing and curving inward as if huddling around a ball.� His grip on Theresa�s throat lessened enough
for her to take a deep breath, her eyes going wide, but Juggernaut was quick.� He grabbed for her again, clamping his hand
over her mouth so tightly that Emma was sure she heard something crack in the
girl�s jaw.� �Stay back!� she screamed,
not caring how shrill she sounded.� Sam
was surging forward, body crouched and tensed, ready to plow into Juggernaut
again.� Behind him, she could see the
other students trailing out of the basement at the sound of the commotion in
the hall.� �EVERYONE BACK!�� She flung out her hand, focusing a blast of
her abilities towards her charges, stopping them in place as if with invisible
bands.� �Juggernaut��
�� Black Tom
sent for his girl,� he said sharply, tucking Theresa under his arm without ever
losing his grip on her mouth.� �Said you�d
best be letting her go or you�d be suffering for it.��
�� There is
nothing you can do,� she began, then stopped.�
�Juggernaut, let her go.�
�� This is
indeed tiring,� he sighed, shaking Theresa slightly.� �Black�
Tom thanks you for your cooperation and looks forward to working with
you again.�� He strode purposefully
forward, pushing Emma aside as if she were nothing, sending her careening into
the wall and cracking her shoulder hard against the old wood paneling.� He paused at the door, looking over his
shoulder as Theresa struggled in his arms.�
�I know you�re sending someone after us.�
I�ll make it easy on you.� Muir
Island.�

[1] With his
helmet, Juggernaut typically is invulnerable to psionic attacks but has some
vulnerability for mystical attacks.� Emma�s
powers aren�t quite in the realm of mystical so his reaction to them in this
chapter is purely author�s device based on Juggernaut�s history in Marvel.� Before all the retcons��
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