Family Ties

Family Ties Chapter Forty Six (NC-17)




Family Ties Chapter Forty Six (NC-17)

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inspired a silly conversation between my mother and I. Tex, Ramsey and Jubilee get armadillos for
being helpful. J Readers/Reviewers: Danke danke danke danke!!!
(Kurt-muse bit me…I have Bad-German-Language-Skills-Flu).

 

 

 





“Well,
isn’t this…cozy.”[1] Rogue was proud of herself. She did not start, laugh or kick at any of
the people sitting in the middle of the hangar. “What’s going on?”

Scott,
scowling, informed her of Jean’s incident late the night before. “She’s in the infirmary with Cecilia. What happened to you?”

“Don’t
ask,” Rogue drawled, acutely aware of the vomit dried on her boots, the scorch
marks on her clothes, and the new memories swimming in her head. “I’m going to bed.”

“Don’t you
want to know why they’re still here?” Scott asked her retreating form.

“Not
really. I figure they’ll probably still
be here when I get up in a few hours and if they’re not,” she shrugged, “not my
problem any more, is it?”

Todd
snorted. “She’s got a point, yo.”

“You going
to linger?” Scott asked dryly.

“I ain’t
gonna get anywhere near Lance for a while, man,” Todd said, shaking his d. d. “So what’s the deal?”

Scott’s
frown deepened. “You first. You all look like shit.”

“Thanks.”

“No,
really…”

“Ask Amara.
It’s her deal.” Todd averted his eyes
from Scott and noticed the pile of dead skin left by Paige, now on the floor
from the locker. “Eeeeew…”

“Paige.”

“Figured,
unless we’ve got a Komodo dragon runnin’ around this place. What’d she shed for?”

“No
idea. Something to do with Jono,
though. He’s hiding in the basement
again. Sublevel six this time.”

“The
Dungeon? Wow. He must be pissed…”

“Children,”
Beast intoned from the doorway, “I suggest you leave these…guests…to Logan’s
tender mes aes and come get some breakfast.
The Professor will be back shortly and may wish a meeting.”

Todd cast
one look at the Lees, bound on the floor, and asked Scott, “They ain’t Jubes’
family for real, are they?”

“Only in
the loosest, anthropological sense that everyone on Earth is related.”

“Good,”
Todd grinned, spitting a glob of slime dangerously close to Lilly’s bare
feet. “I’d hate to apologize for that.”

 

Lucas
gurgled and cooed happily in Lance’s arms as the lanky teenager looked down at
him with a mixture of horror and interest.
“What if I drop him?”

“Tabby will
kill you,” Jamie said around a mouthful of cereal. Rahne was glued to his side it seemed, not letting him out of her
sight. He had not even answered her
questions about what had happened, following Banshee’s and Forge’s dictum to
save it all for the Professor and prevent any miormaormation from cropping up.

“You hold
him then,” he said hastily, trying to hand the baby off to Jubilee, also seated
at the table. She was dozing where she
sat, her head bowed over a bowl of soggy corn flakes.

“Homme, she
can’t hold her own head up. You got
‘em jus’ fine.” Remy sighed and stood,
awkwardly lifting Jubilee into his arms.
Her murmured protests were so weak they were barely audible as he
carried her from the room.

“What’s the
deal with her?” Lance asked, hyperaware of just how heavy a twelve pound baby
really was.

Jamie
frowned, shoving his cereal away.
“Weirdness.”

Rahne bit
her lip and paused a long moment before saying, “Can’t you tell me what
happened? Please, Jamie?”

He sighed
pulled his cereal back to him only to shove it aside again, much to the
amusement of Lucas. “No… I need to tell the Professor first.”

Rahne did
then what teenage girls the world over are expert at. She pouted. “Fine. I’ve been worried sick since you ran off,
not even bothering to tell me where you’ve gone and then you won’t even
let me know what happened! I see how it
is…”

“How what
is?” he called after her as she stomped out of the kitchen. “How what is?” he repeated to Lance, still
holding Lucas and looking mildly panicked.

“Not been
around girls much, huh?” he asked wryly.
“She’s pissed because she thinks you don’t trust her with whatever it
was.”

“Ah. That’s stupid.”

Lance
shrugged. “Not my problem.”

“What
happened to your eye?” Jamie asked after a moment.

“Amara
slugged me.”

“Why?” Jamie was the recipient of one of Lance’s
better glares at that point. “Ah. Okay.
I’m going to bed until the Professor gets back. If Rahne comes through again…tell
her…er…tell her…” He sighed.
“Something. Tell her something.”

“Got
it.” Lance tried to readjust his grip
on Lucas as Jamie traipsed from the kitchen.
“Don’t slip, kid,” he muttered under his breath as the baby kicked his
legs at his newfound freedom. Lance
automatically tightened his arms around the baby’s middle, earning an
ear-splitting scream of panic. “Stop it
stop it stop it!” he ground out between clenched teeth.

“You’re
holding him too tight,” a tiny voice said from the doorway. “He doesn’t like it.”

“Amara,” he
gasped, surprised that she was both up and appeared none the worse for
wear. “You should be in bed.”

“I’m sorry
about the eye,” she murmured, crossing to him on soundless feet to take Lucas,
who stopped screeching once freed from Lance’s overprotective grasp. “You scared me.”

“I
scared you?” Lance shook his
head, sighing. “Princess, you scared
the Hell outta me!”

“The earth
quake thing was uncalled for.”

“I was
pissed. Still am.”

“It wasn’t
your fault.” She brushed an
uncharacteristically tender kiss across Lucas’s scalp and sighed
wistfully. “I wish I were a baby again
so maybe I could grow up normal. I’d
still be home.”

“Amara, you
are home.”

She blinked
at him over Lucas’s head. “Nova Roma is
home.”

“Then why
can’t you go back there?” he asked cruelly.

“I…I…” she
closed her eyes and shook her head.
“You don’t know everything that happened.”

“Did you
lie about not…not…” he could not bring himself to mention the attempted
rape. The urge to find the two boys and
finish what Amara had started was too great.
I wish she’d told me sooner…I wish she’d told me when we were closer
to Meridian. I could’ve done something
other than crack the highway.

“No. You’re the only one who’s ever known me like
that.”

“Sweetheart,
it’s not the same thing, you know…”

“No,” she
repeated firmly. “Lance…” She paused, not sure how to continue. “I have never discussed my reasons for
leaving Nova Roma, not even with the Professor.” Even Lucas had gone still in the early morning light flooding the
kitchen. Lance simply stared at her,
waiting, and she had the marvelous feeling that she was not going to be judged
for what she was about to tell him. “My
father…disowned me. Disavowed my
relationship to him after discovering I am…how I am. The priestesses of the temple hid me…they saw what happened, they
knew I was…different.” She was shaking
so hard Lance actually took Lucas from her unasked, literally biting his own
tongue to keep from asking her to go on.
Finally, after she gained some control of her remembered terror, she
pressed on. “Even if he hadn’t disowned
me, I could never ack…ack… They’d kill me.
Thirteen women were killed because of me. Their blood is on my head.”

“What?”

“The
priestesses who hid me and…and…” she choked and pressed her hand to her mouth,
“my mother, for spawning me!”

Lance felt
a soft, soundless clap behind his eyes.
Well, that makes sense now… “Oh…Oh, Amara…”

Wordlessly,
she passed the baby back to him and turned, walking from the room as silently
as she had entered.

Lance
looked down at Lucas and sighed. “I
don’t think we’re going to have any of you.
You’re too much trouble.” Lucas
promptly spit up.

 

“You
asleep?”

“Oui.”

“Then why’d
you answer me?”

“I’m
special.” Remy opened one red eye to
peer at Jubilee. “You wanna talk?”

“Not
really.” Jubilee was lying on her back,
staring at the ceiling and feeling vaguely annoyed that Remy could sleep while
she was so wrought.

“D’accord.”

“How can
she be my aunt?” she burst out before his words even faded. “I’m an orphan! If she’s my aunt, why didn’t she adopt me when my parents
died? Not that I want her to now or
anything…especially if she’s in some gang or something but…but…”

“Mais,” he
said, turning her face to him, “you woulda like ta know someone wanted you den,
eh?”

“Something
like that.” She sighed and
unconsciously snuggled closer. “This is
so weird. I feel like Kitty now with
the random family events…”

Remy
chuckled. “Kitty’s boyfriend ain’t as charmin’ an’ handsome as s.” s.”

“Or as
humble, either,” she said dryly. “Remy,
what’re you doing?”

“Distractin’
you. It workin’?”
“Um…” She closed her eyes as
his fingers found her center through the cotton of her underwear, her jeans
abandoned before she crawled into bed. “I
think so…” A deft movement on Remy’s
behalf made her gasp in surprise, his fingers now inside the fabric and against
her bare skin. “Yes, yes that’s very
distracting.”

“Bon. You been too tense lately.”

“Getting
kidnapped and screwed around by supposed relatives will do that to a gal…Oh!”

“Shhh. You all
tense again.” He could feel her desire
increasing as he stroked her center, the flesh swelling with each passing
touch, the dewy moisture within her growing ever more present. “Jus’ close yo’ eyes, chere.”

Jubilee
nodded acquiescence and gasped again as he pressed into her, her hips moving of
their own accord against his hand as she twisted handfuls of his shirt in an
effort to remain silent. Part of her
felt remotely guilty for letting even this little affection occur while so much
was going on, but the rest of her ordered that part of her mind to shut up and
be ecstatic that Remy knew exactly what to do to make her feel as if her
insides were turning to molten heat.
She was barely aware of the words she murmured against his throat as she
felt the end of her desires building, the tight heat in her belly spreading
down her legs and through her arms as Remy’s ministrations made the bundle of
nerves at the apex of her sex throb with painful need. She latched her arms around his neck like
her life depended on it as she felt the tremulous wings of desire flutter in
her chest, her completion near-silent for fear of reprisal but thorough
nonetheless, She continued to move
against him for a few moments after the end and he did not stop his attentions
to her sex, but soon she pulled away but did not release her hold on him. “You’re mean.”

“Pour quoi?”
he laughed, still idly stroking her almost as if he had forgotten here his hand
lay.

“You get me
all mad at you, sneaking around like that, then you come running to save me and
now you’re all…”

“I got my
ass kicked,” he interjected.

“Still, you
tried,” she pointed out. “I love you.”

“Moi, aussi…” He kissed her forehead and asked, “So you
say you know why I were sneakin’?”

“Yeah…you
were marking that girl for a hit, right?”

“Why would
I need ta do dat, cherie? My thievin’
days are over…” Unless circumstances call for it…

“Sometimes,”
she admitted quietly, “I like to keep in practice. That’s what I thought you were doing after I saw you with her…”

“Cherie,”
he sighed, “dat ain’t even close.” He
could feel her waiting for him to continue and his embarrassment warred with
his ego. “Damn it. P’tite, I was studyin’ for my damn G.E.D.”

“Pardon?”

“I felt
stupid cause I never finished school an’ here you are, all top honors in
everythin’ an’…well, I jus’ felt dumb.”

Jubilee was
silent for a long moment before she poked Remy in the chest hard with one
finger. “You aren’t stupid or dumb or
whatever just because you didn’t finish school. And you just got yourself out of birthday presents, Valentine’s
dates and PMS foot rubs for the next three years.”

“Why dat?”
he asked, smiling in part because she assumed they’d be together in three years
and partially because he knew deep down that would be true.

“Shut up
and do that again, okay?”







[1] In my head,
it’s Ann Paquin from the X Men movie (the first one), that tone of voice she
used commenting on Logan’s camper.