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Chapter List
- 1-Bellwether
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
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- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
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- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
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- 22-22
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- 52-53
- 53-54
- 54-Epilogue
- 55-Epilogue
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Bellwether Chapter Forty Eight
Disclaimers Apply

A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE �, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta� *sends ice and fans
and minions *� InterNutter, TC, Maxwell
Pink, Dracena and Greywolf are loverly and wondermous for
archiving/hosting.� J
ProPhile: *hold music * Morgan: Tissue?�
Readers/Reviewers: Gah, I write too much lol.� Still working on updating my AFFN archives so�.
Yeah.� Those of you who are used to
getting your updates there, it�ll all be �up shortly.

�� Mystique
took a deep breath and smiled sweetly as she exhaled.� �Mark? What the Hell are you doing?�
�� Dusting,�
he muttered, running a finger along the spine of a particularly thick
tome.� �And the backstroke.�
�� He�s being
sarcastic,� Kitty put in helpfully.� �He�s
not that insane.�� She suppressed a yawn
and slid past Mystique to stand before the librarian.� �Mark��
�� Heaving a
theatric sigh, Mark fixed her with a look that bespoke much irritation.� �Kitty, please go about your business
elsewhere.�� He shoved the book he had
been fondling to one side and bent to examine a book on the bottom of the
stack.� �Thank you,� he said after a
moment in which no one else moved.�
�� Kitty bit
her lower lip and glanced at Kurt and Jubilee, flanking Mystique with near
identical expressions of amused annoyance.�
�A little help here?�
�� You�re the
one used to dealing with crazy people,� Jubilee said flatly.� �That�s why I came and found you.�
�� Mystique,
in her full blue glory, raised a dark brow. �I do not think he is crazy.� He�s��
�� He�s busy,�
Mark snapped, straightening.� �And if you
are not going to help,� his comment included all three of them, �you can leave.
Now.�� His gaze settled on Mystique and a
warm, sharp pang tugged in his belly.� �Except
you. You can stay all you like,� he added with a distinct wink.
�� Oh, ew��
Kurt gave a full body shudder and all but leapt away from the
shapeshifter.� �That�s� ew!�� He wrinkled his nose and shook his head,
adding, �I know, I know but�ew!��
�� You have
grounds patrol,� Mark snapped, sparing Kurt a bare glance.� �And you two,� he added to the younger women
before him, �have a lot of work to do in order to make up for your fiasco these
past few days.� I suggest getting to
it.� Immediately,� he added, his gaze
shifting back to Mystique and changing somehow, becoming darker almost, more
intent.
�� Mystique
felt oddly exposed; not embarrassed or bare, she thought, just�flayed.� �Mark, I think you need to go sit down and
have some tea or water or something��
She could smell brewing coffee coming from his office and frowned.� He hated coffee, she thought.� When did this start?
�� I�m fine,�
he insisted, frowning himself.� He was
experiencing a strange urge, one he usually kept tightly reigned, to reach out
and touch her.� He felt alive, powerful,
like some generator had kicked on inside him�and he did not like it one
bit.� Clearing his throat, he forced his
voice into a normal cadence, not the deeper, almost growling tone that seemed
to want to come out, and asked �Have any of you seen a handful of pictures,
rather old, of a group or pair of men standing together in front of what looks
to be chalkboards and in some instances, cars and military transport vehicles?��
�� Exchanging
the same blank stares with her friends, Kitty finally answered for them, �No, I
can�t say that we have� who are they of?�
Family?�� She had an inkling; she
was not sure how she knew other than the fact that she only knew of two people
who would be of immediate concern to Mark who would *be* in an older
photo.� �Friends? Work associates?�� She edged closer and peered at the stack of
books that Mark had been fixated on when they came in the room.� �I didn�t know you read German.� And Russian.� She smiled at him
brightly.� �So do I! Need help with
translating anything?�
�� To be
fair,� Kurt put in, �ihr Deutsch ist nicht gut[1].�� He dodged a gentle elbow from Kitty as he
added, �It�s true! Last time you spoke to my father you asked him how his trout
was!�
�� His trout?�
Jubilee asked, brows ratcheting up a notch.
�� He fishes,�
Kitty reasoned, blushing slightly.� �Anyway,
Mark, I can read German better than I can speak it.� Do you need help? I�m fluent in Russian as
well.� And Greek and Spanish and��

�� No,� Mark cut her off
sharply, feeling a smidge bad about the flicker of hurt that crossed her
features.� �I don�t want to take you away
from other important tasks,� he added more reasonably, smiling.� �Just let me know if you happen to find any
photos that you know are not yours,� he added, nodding to the group in general.
�� Mystique
paused before glancing aside at Jubilee, who took the hint and skulked from the
room, Kurt and Kitty following apace.�
She knew they would not go far and part of her was oddly grateful for
that.� �Mark, you can tell me what�s the
matter.� I know something isn�t right
here�� She stepped closer to him and was
disconcerted when he matched her action, stepping into her personal space more
quickly than she expected.� This was
unlike him, she knew rationally.� Mark
was usually polite to a fault when it came to things like that�� How did these pictures go missing? Am I to
assume that the man of the hour, Essex, is
featured?�� She kept her tone cool and
removed, as if she were speaking to Magneto in a foul mood.� Magneto� she felt a pang of guilt at how she
left him and she hoped that he was okay, okay and not murderous.�
�� I�m not
sure,� he admitted, his brow wrinkling.� �Raven�� The heat in him had built to almost
unbearable proportions.� He could not
think straight, he knew, and was about to make a very rash decision.� He did not realize that he was touching her
until he heard her gasp, his fingers in her hair and chest pressed to
hers.� She did not pull away, however,
simply stared, golden eyes unreadable in the brightly lit library.� The kiss was harder than he would have
normally chosen to do it and he winced as he felt his lips mash against his
teeth. Mystique did not kiss him back, he noticed, but the fire in him burned
hot nonetheless.� As he started to pull
away, her hands came up to his arms and gripped him tightly, his heart tripping
over a beat or two as she looked into his eyes and bared her teeth.� �Raven��
�� I was
wondering where you had gone,� she purred.�
�I�ve been meaning to kill you for some time now.�

[1] Her German
is not good.
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