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Eloi
By : Nemain
Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Slash - Male/Male
Views: 5007 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men Evolution, or any of the characters from it. I make no money from from the writing of this story. -
Chapter List
- 1-Eloi
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11 and 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
- 29-30
- 30-31
- 31-32
- 32-33
- 33-34
- 34-35
- 35-36 and 37
- 36-38 and 39
- 37-40
- 38-41
- 39-42
- 40-43
- 41-44
- 42-45
- 43-46
- 44-47
- 45-48
- 46-49
- 47-50
- 48-51
- 49-52
- 50-53
- 51-54
- 52-55
- 53-56
- 54-57
- 55-58
- 56-59
- 57-60
- 58-61
- 59-62
- 60-63
- 61-64
- 62-65
Eloi Chapter Fifty Two
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Logan swept his gaze over Mark and decided to choose his words carefully. “You seem to know your way around the leather.”
Mark stopped mid-action and shifted to stare at the other man. “If I didn’t know you better, I’d say you were coming on to me.” He smiled briefly at Storm, who bore an expression of amused disbelief. “But if you mean,” he continued before Logan could sputter a response, “that I seem familiar with this sort of uniform, you’re correct.”
“Oh?” Logan’s brows went up a few notches. Flexing his fingers in his leather gloves, he smiled sharply. “Do tell.”
“I used to Scuba dive,” Mark replied blithely, zipping up the borrowed outfit. “This is no worse than a wet suit. Maybe a bit less stifling.” He shrugged, frowning as the leather creaked. “Someone hasn’t been conditioning this properly.”
“It’s a spare,” Storm put in. “Not all of the uniforms are of the same material. Kitty’s and Jubilee’s, for example, are synthetic. We’re moving towards using some new technology embedded in the materials of the uniforms the Professor is having made… The Worthington corporation is funding the research.” She paused, wondering if she were babbling. “It fits you well.”
Mark smiled again, this time the very picture of politeness rather than amusement. “Thank you,” he replied, smoothing his hands over his torso. “It’s a bit roomy in the chest, though.”
“If you two ladies are done playing fashion critic, time’s wasting.” Logan cracked his neck as if making a point. “Sean’s going to meet us at the hospital. Get yer ass in gear, Bookworm.”
“Sean…as in the Irishman?” Mark paused mid-subtle preen. “The former police officer?”
“Yeah…why you interested?” Logan asked, smiling slightly. Storm went very still, sensing something that was not quite in the vein of normal curiosity. “Look a bit nervous there, Mark.”
The Englishman shrugged. “Just trying to put a name with a face. I wasn’t sure if the man I’m thinking of was this Sean fellow or someone else.” He pulled on his gloves, whistling softly under his breath.
“If you ask me,” Logan said after a moment in which Storm hurried to answer the beeping intercom on the far wall of the adult’s changing area, “I don’t think Sean was just a cop. He worked for intelligence but that’s all he’ll admit to.”
“Well, a lot of people work for intelligence agencies,” Mark said prosaically. “It’s not so unusual.”
Logan watched his new sort-of-teammate carefully. He acted normal, all things considered, but his heart rate was increasing and the ever so slight scent of nervous fear was rising from his skin. Logan’s smile became feral.
“Sean called the Professor. There’s a problem at the hospital… Emma has gone missing.”
“What?” both men said in tones of annoyance rather than fear in response to Storm’s announcement.
“Everyone is sure it’s nothing. According to Sean, Emma had a row with Sam before Theresa called her to help with some problem…” Storm paused, her lips curving into a frown. “This place sounds more like a Very Special Episode sitcom every day.”
Mark cleared his throat and nodded to Logan. “Let’s go then. Time’s wasting, as you put it.”
Logan started for Storm as if he were going to pull her into an embrace but, between her wry expression and Mark’s suddenly amused one, he hesitated. “Good luck, Storm,” he said after a brief pause. “Contact us if you need backup.”
“You old romantic,” she murmured for his ears alone. Glancing at Mark, she sighed and rolled her eyes heavenward. “Why not?” Logan’s sudden yelp of surprise was muffled by her lips pressed against his. Pulling away, she patted him on the shoulder and smiled. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell the other boys… Your Manly Points are safe from deduction.”
Mark snorted, wisely choosing not to say anything until he and Logan were in the hall, heading for the subterranean garage where the vehicles with the higher insurance premiums were stored. “So what’s the plan? Just stick our heads into dark rooms and say ‘Paige, you in there?’?”
“No, jackass, not it at all.” Logan slid into the driver’s seat of the shiny black sports car and waited for Mark to shut the passenger side door. “We’re gonna go rattle some cages.”“Put pressure here. It’ll stop the bleeding.” Cecilia moved to one side so Caliban could do as he was bid. “Hurry up!”
Caliban looked at the doctor for one moment longer, his wide and luminous eyes like twin moons fixed on her aggravated face. “Her blood will attract predators.”
Cecilia sighed, a sound verging on a scream of frustration. “That,” she said through gritted teeth, “is the problem!” She knew as well as Caliban did that not all predators were of the four-legged variety that early, early morning. “Now staunch the flow. She should be coming around soon and I can further assess her damage.” Already, a swath of skin was missing from the teenaged girl’s forearm where a bandage had been roughly removed and the removal of the feeding tube had been rough. Cecilia desperately wanted to get the girl to a hospital to make sure there was no internal bleeding but she knew without even asking that Caliban would cause harm to her and the girl.
Caliban pressed long, pale fingers against the bleeding wound on Paige’s side, the product of a shunt Cecilia had removed because it was clogged, and frowned. “They’re hunting. They’re near.”
“Shut up,” Cecilia ground out, unwrapping a plastic tube from her emergency kit. “I need to concentrate.”
“You don’t have time,” Caliban sighed. “Too close.”
Cecilia did not have time to respond. The sound of gunshots rang out at the same time Paige suddenly arched beneath her hands. “She’s seizing!” Cecilia shouted, nerves working overtime. “Help me get her inside!”
“Too close,” Caliban repeated. “We’re in between…” The gunshots were echoing in the narrow space between apartment buildings, shouts and cries and growls swallowing anything else Caliban might have said.
Cecilia growled herself then, anger and frustration pouring from her. She stood and scooped Paige’s slight form up in her arms, staggering slightly as she realized the girl’s slender body was actually very muscled. “Damn it, why couldn’t she just be skinny?” she grunted, making her way towards the service entrance of her building.
Caliban’s hand closed around her elbow and pulled her back. “You don’t listen. We’re in the middle. They know you’re Eloi…come with me and you will die later.”
Something in the other mutant’s tone made Cecilia pause. “Damn it,” she sighed. “I believe you… fine. Lead the way.”
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