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Mirror, Mirror	By : Nemain Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5878 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Mirror Mirror Chapter Fifty

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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE �, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta�I think the Universe has an odd idea of labor distribution. InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink, Dracena and Greywolf are loverly and wondermous for archiving/hosting. J ProPhile: How�d that snow work out for you? Morgan: *checks for signs of life * Readers/Reviewers: Thank you all so much for reading/reviewing and giving feedback when you can. This story is going to wrap up soon and there will be a short holiday fic before I start another longer story. J

Caliban let out a long, pained sigh and poked at Paige with his toe, unwilling to expend the effort it would take to pick her up. She groaned, her pale face streaked with red, and shifted just slightly. Her body was healing, the mutation taking over where before it had failed. �Wake up,� he sighed. �Time to take you home.�

She groaned again, one eye opening to a bare slit. �Wha�� A coughing fit racked her body, making her fold inward as pink-tinged sputum spattered her lips. She had broken a rib sometime during the move, she thought vaguely. She was not sure how she knew that but she did, as sure as she knew she was in serious trouble. �Please,� she managed as the coughing subsided. �My brother��

�He will be there,� Caliban allowed, motioning to the shadows with a simple flick of his wrist. Two Morlocks, more disturbing to look upon than Caliban himself, eased forward, their eyes downcast as if it would hurt to see Paige laying on her thin, damp pallet. A silent communication passed between the three Morlocks and Caliban stepped back.

�Wait,� Paige creaked. �Stop!� She tried to sit up but found she could not, her body too weak from her days ill, away from medical care, to do more than curl ineffectually inward, her ribs and stomach aching from her coughing fits as her body tried to rid itself of a nasty, newly claimed upper respiratory infection.

�Be quiet,� Caliban murmured. �You will be fine. I am the one who is going to have a problem,� he added, his tone more rueful than resigned. It had failed, he had failed. Callisto was right, he thought. He could not do this, he could not succeed without her. He was not a leader. His plan had become mush, an abject failure on a grand scale. All of his notions of using this Eloi, this glowing golden girl as a bargaining chip, had come to naught. And it was all his own fault, he scolded himself bitterly as the two misshapen mutants lifted Paige, pallet and all, and began carrying her carefully to the darkened rear exit to the old warehouse. Faint bangings and shouting could be heard traveling along the rebar exposed in the concrete walls, but it did not raise his curiosity or even his ire. Caliban did not care who caught him now. Thanks to Callisto and her lap dog Spyke, they were already exposed to the world. They had sent up flares too soon, making the world aware of their presence before it was time.

Paige closed her eyes again, trying to breathe without hurting herself, her mind racing as she was carried between the two short, thickly twisted Morlocks. They look like half-melted candles, she thought. Like Artie, almost, she added to herself, her mind drifting to the Institute and the students who had followed Emma to Boston. A notion seized hold of her like a vice in that moment, her mind more clear than it had been in days past. She was healing, she knew. She could feel it in her bones quite literally, her skin changing and growing again, her body righting the catastrophic wrong that had been done to it by dint of the Shi�ar�s machinations. She was sick, she knew, and in danger of getting worse thanks to the damp, virulent conditions she had been kept in, but she also knew now her mind was much improved over the past few days. She did not need to fight to get away, she thought. She just had to be calm. Gathering her strength, she winced as she was bumped against the doorframe. _Emma, _ she focused on the older woman, bringing to mind a clear image of her teacher. _Emma, please tell me you�re out there. _
Emma�s head was full of panicked thoughts, pain shooting through her body as her link to Professor Xavier twisted and pulled like veins and sinew. She gasped, her hand pressing to her chest over her left breast as if she could push down the pressure and searing discomfort with a simple gesture. She could not block him out�the link was too strong, too definite. �Stop,� she hissed aloud. �Charles, please�� Her face and arms were covered in a clammy sweat, her heart racing as if it were about to burst from her chest. She could not help it; she was taking it from him, reducing the effects of the trauma even as he fought to reign it in. Paige�s voice bursting through her mind drew a howl of aggravation and pain from Emma as she went to her knees, unable to stay on the low sofa she had been reclined on. _Can�t, Paige� Just� no! _ Her arm was going numb and she felt the need to be ill. She knew he was face down on the carpet, the thick rug rough against his face. She knew he was panicking himself and she knew he could not call for help. Marshalling her strength, mental and physical, Emma squeezed her eyes closed and let the Professor�s panic wash over her, feeling it fill her. Paige�s cry for help mingled, twining through the red pain of Professor Xavier like a green and growing vine. Emma�s body went still as the psychic turmoil became excruciating. Fear, physical and mental pain, all combined until she felt as if she were made of it, as if her entire being had become a catalyst for it. With a scream that seemed to come from the bowels of the earth itself, Emma�s body bowed and all of the pain exploded, radiating out through the psychic world.
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