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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
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-20
- 21-21
- 22-22
- 23-23
- 24-24
- 25-25
- 26-26
- 27-27
- 28-28
- 29-29 and 30
- 30-31
- 31-32
- 32-33
- 33-34
- 34-35
- 35-36
- 36-37
- 37-38
- 38-39
- 39-40
- 40-41
- 41-42
- 42-43
- 43-44
- 44-45
- 45-46
- 46-47
- 47-48
- 48-49
- 49-50
- 50-51
- 51-52
- 52-53
- 53-54
- 54-55
- 55-56
- 56-57
- 57-58
- 58-59
- 59-60
- 60-61
- 61-62
- 62-63
- 63-65
- 64-66
- 65-67
- 66-68
- 67-69
- 68-70
- 69-71
- 70-72
- 71-72
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Blueshift Chapter Forty Nine (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply

A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE �, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta� *sends kilted Tims * InterNutter, TC,
Maxwell Pink and Dracena are loverly and wondermous for archiving/hosting. J ProPhile: *glomp* Morgan: That goes for you,
too. Readers/Reviewers: Mille grazie for
reading/reviewing. And for those who keep
asking, another chapter of MP *should* be out tonight. Possibly.

Magneto had
a busy schedule and he did not like to deviate from his plans, even if it were
for a good purpose. �I don�t care,� he
sighed, striding down the hall towards his front room. Essex was waiting for
him there, ready to go, and Mystique was delaying things. �Deal with them on your own. You�re the
adult, they are not.�
�That,� she
snapped, �is my point! They�re children and you have them running a mission!�
�It isn�t a
mission,� he replied, pausing mid-step.
�This is�a project.�
His small
smile made Mystique�s blood boil. �Fine. You have
children, barely into puberty, running a project. They are ham fisted in their
attempts to gather information about the librarian and the Institute in
general, Tarot runs a piss-poor lab and I would not for one moment doubt that
your entire _project,_� she infused the word with a sneer, �is about to fall
down around your ears.�
He counted
to ten mentally, first in English, then in Polish, then German. Finally, he exhaled slowly. _No, _ he thought. _Still enraged. _ �I have trusted you for many years,
Mystique,� he said quietly, closing the distance between them, noting that she
did not back away from him but stood her ground, her golden gaze
unwavering. �I have trusted you with my
life, with my dreams and with the life of my son on many occasions and only
recently have I begun to doubt your worthiness.� He gauged her reaction,
small tells that she did not know she had revealing her inner turmoil to his
careful regard. �You are on the verge of
disappointing me, Mystique. I suggest
you do not.�
She inhaled
deeply, silently, before speaking. �Why
did you have that article put in the paper?
It makes you look like some doddering old fool!�
He raised a
brow. �Is that all this is about? You are concerned for the state of my mental
health? I don�t believe it for a moment.
The article is a red herring.
It�s too great a temptation for Xavier�s students and their insane urge
to investigate each and every little flicker of abnormalcy,
especially pertaining to the Brotherhood.
And,� he smiled, turning to resume the short trek to the front room,
�it�s just one more thing for the local media to keep in mind whenever
something�unusual�happens here.�
Mystique
held her tongue. She could see the
merits of him being thought to be a local eccentric, especially when some of
the more obvious and vocal mutants began to arrive soon. But, she fumed inwardly, stalking towards
Tarot�s lab in the basement, she could not and would
not understand the rest of his disjointed plan.
Essex seemed to be the catalyst behind most of
it, she thought, pausing just outside the door to the small, dark space that
Tarot called hers. �I�m coming in,� she
announced, pushing the door open. Pietro was standing on the far side of the room, looking
only mildly disheveled. Tarot stood at
the work table, measuring a purple liquid into a vial. �Your father is going out for the evening
with Doctor Essex,� she announced, focusing on Pietro. �I need your help with some of the more
mundane aspects of this project.�
�Why can�t Sabretooth do it?� Pietro
sighed. He had been just getting to the
good part of making out with Tarot when Mystique showed up and he was anxious
to get started again. �We�re busy.�
�I�m
sure. Tarot, how close are you to
completing the formula for Magneto? He
can�t use Incubus forever.�
�Thank
you,� a disembodied voice sighed. �It
does get rather tiring.�
Pietro jumped at that but Mystique smiled slightly, her
suspicions confirmed..
�You�ll just have to be busy later, Pietro.�
Tarot did
not respond to Mystique directly but rather spoke aloud to Incubus. �If you�re going to be lurking about, make
yourself useful and keep an eye on the lab.
I�ve had too many things go missing these past few days and this is so
close to being finished that I would hate to have to start over.�
Incubus did
not reply but the room seemed to grow warmer.
Mystique felt herself grow ever so slightly aroused and she frowned. �Come along, Pietro. You�ve fed Incubus enough.� Tarot followed them from the lab and they
waited as she threw down one of her cards, the air shimmering and shifting to
form a morose looking man on a throne of silver, a sword and scepter in his
hands, the figure blocking the door.
�I don�t
trust Incubus,� the younger woman said stiffly, striding past Mystique and Pietro. �He�s the
only one who can get into and out of these places without being seen. I don�t believe him for one moment that we
have an intruder!�
Mystique
held her tongue and let Tarot ramble.
Every minute she was not alone with Pietro was
another minute she was safe from following through with one of the worst
decisions Mystique had ever heard of. In
a low voice, pitched so only Pietro could hear,
Mystique murmured, �Leave her to her paranoia.
You are coming with me tonight.�
�Whoa�what?� his hissed in reply.
�You are
coming with me. It�s for your own good.�

Kurt was
not sure how long they had been in the Danger Room, just that he was
bored. He had expected something
exciting, some new sim, some taste of alien
technology, but all they had been doing for what felt like hours was going over
protocol for using some computer system he could not work anyway. His fingers were too big for the buttons, he
found, even using the simulated version of the computer. He kept hitting the wrong keys and making the
sim start over.
�Here,� Kitty had muttered, pushing up next to him, �I�ll do this part,
you watch the screen for changes in frequency.�
He nodded
and shifted down, watching the randomized projections on the screen, designed
to represent possible activity that Kitty�s input would create. All he could tell, he thought glumly, is that
they were squiggly blue and purple lines, and sometimes one of them went spikey. �Um� looks
good,� he said after a moment, aware that Lilandra was watching him.
Kitty
glanced up at him and sighed. �Kurt, see
that spikey thing?�
He nodded. �That means we�re
dead.�
�Oh� looks
bad then�� He laughed weakly, hoping
someone else would see the humor in his mistake, as the sim
shut down and the Danger Room returned to normal.
�This is
serious,� M�kon said tersely, striding across the
space towards him. �You make that
mistake when the time comes, and you will kill all of us!�
�When WHAT
time comes?� Kurt railed. �All we know
is that you�re all in some kind of trouble and think some big bad is coming! No
one is telling us anything!� He threw
his hands up in resignation. �I�m tired of
being treated like a mushroom around here!
If this is all some big scheme to keep us busy or train us how to think
on our feet, it�s failing miserably!�
�Kurt,�
Kitty said quietly, taking his elbow and turning him to face her. �Calm down, it�s just a simulation. Let�s get out of the way and let Jubes and Rogue take our place.�
�No,�
Lilandra ordered. �He stays until he
understands.�
The observers and other
participants were watching the scene unfold with a tense silence, their regard
making Kurt�s skin crawl. �No,� Kitty
said calmly but defensively. �We�re
done.�
Lilandra held up her hand to stop
the advancing M�kon.
�No, we�re not.� She closed the
distance between Kurt and herself in two strides, her hands coming to rest on
his temples in one smooth movement.
Kurt felt his mind flayed open and
the air leave his lungs in a rush.
Before he could move, she was in his mind. Images poured into him, scenes of worlds he
had never imagined and wars he would never fight. Strange languages roiled within his mind and
then, it all stopped. A bright crystal
glowed in the middle of it all, held in a pale hand. He could not see who held it but he knew
Lilandra knew them. She was showing this
to him from her own memories. The dead
lay across galaxies, bodies lost to space and frozen in time, blood spilled far
from home and grieving survivors prisoners in their own worlds. He could not bear the sadness, the anger, the
sheer panic that filled him at the sight of the crystal. He felt her touch leave him before the world
went black.
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