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Blueshift Chapter Fifty One (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… *sends more honey tea * InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink and Dracena are
loverly and wondermous for archiving/hosting.
J ProPhile: At least it’s the weekend… I’m not sure what I mean by that but I’m
sure, at some point today, it’ll come in handy.
Morgan: *Crosses fingers, toes, eyes *
Readers/Reviewers: I’m going to be
out of town next week for a few days but I’m going to have some chapter set up
to be sent so…wheeeeee. *glomps for
reading/reviewing *
Paige poked
Jono’s side idly, waiting for some response. “You can’t play that ‘I’m dead and can’t feel
you’ card forever, you know,” she complained after a moment.
He closed
his eyes and let his head fall back against the wall. _*No, but I can play the ‘Stop it, you’re
bothering me’ card all I like, *_
He poked her ribs at her indignant snort. _*Be quiet a moment.
*_ He felt as
if someone were pulling at his consciousness and he could not pinpoint
who. It was like a swarm of bees in the
distance, humming and buzzing, moving closer but still out of sight. He did not feel the despair, the absolute
panic and anger of the previous contact.
“What’re
you doing?” Paige whispered loudly.
Someone on the other side of the Danger Room shushed her and she stuck
out her tongue in the dark. “I can
barely see you but you look like you’re makin’ a
face…”
Jono opened his eyes and shifted to stare at her. He could make out the blonde curls framing
her face, her wide eyes peering at him in the darkness. He felt a shred of guilt for being so cutting
but he did not want the questioning or her well-intentioned smothering. _*Paige, *_ he paused and glanced
around. Dark lumps of shadow indicated
where friends and allies were in the room, including the oddly shaped form of
Lilandra, her strange crest of feathers casting long shadows in the yellow
gloom, _*leave me be. *_
Paige’s
mouth shut with a snap, cutting off a comforting word or two. “Fine,” she said after a moment. “Bite me!”
She stood up and, tripping over her own feet, made her way to Kitty’s
side. “ Boys suck.”
Kitty
sighed. “Hi, Paige.” She patted Kurt’s tail, wrapped around her
arm, idly. He was still mostly unconscious,
swimming upwards briefly before groaning and fading again. His tail clung to her, though, in some
subconscious attempt at comfort. “What’s
the problem?”
“Jono’s
getting as bad as Sam, treating me like a kid,” she muttered, resting her chin
on her knees. “That fucking sucks.”
Kitty
really did not feel like playing relationship counselor at that moment but she
sighed again and said, “He’s under a lot of stress right now. Everyone with even a hint of telepathic
ability is having these problems… like they’re being inundated with sensory
information and it’s almost impossible to block out or sort through.” Paige’s snort of dismissal irritated Kitty,
the snap unexpected and sharp. It felt
like someone had slapped her face, the reaction was so strong. Kitty leaned close to Paige and trying to keep
her voice low and maintain a modicum of privacy, she hissed, “Just stop it,
Paige. Jono
needs some space, okay? You can’t hang on him all the time and expect his every
waking moment to be devoted to you, okay?”
She closed her eyes and exhaled roughly.
“I’m sorry. That was uncalled for…”
“No,” Paige
said as if she were giving each word great thought before she spoke them, “it’s
perfectly understandable. Not everyone
can be you, Kitty. Not everyone can be
Miss Perfect, can they? Overcoming tragic family history, being insanely in love, being
super smart and so gifted that you’re practically a goddess of all things
technology. No, some of us,” she
continued, standing up and not caring that every eye in the room was on her
shadowy form, “have real problems and can’t be interesting and perfect and
cute-crazy, can we?”
“Paige!”
Kitty gasped, untwining Kurt’s tail from around her arm and struggling to her
feet, “I didn’t mean it like that!”
“I did!”
she snapped. She could feel her cheeks
burning with embarrassment, knowing that not only Jono
but the Professor, Beast and all of her friends were hearing each and every
word she said. Paige could not stop
herself, though. Her anger boiled
over. “I’m so tired of everyone paying
attention to you, Kitty, to the exclusion of everyone else! We’ve got problems
too, you know! Not everyone is gonna
hallucinate gods or be super great at everything. Christ,” she half-sobbed, half spat, “even
when you fuck up, somehow it turns out for your side!”
Sam was on
his feet and at his sister’s side in a heartbeat. He grabbed her elbow and shook her hard
enough to make her teeth click together.
“Don’t take the Lord’s name in vain, God damn it!”
“SILENCE!” Lilandra’s voice was strident and commanding. “Your
bickering is costing us valuable time and energy. The chosen, stand and follow me.”
“We can’t
see where we’re going,” Kitty said hesitantly, still shaken from Paige’s verbal
attack. “And Kurt’s knocked out.”
“Then leave
him. There is no use dragging dead
weight. You can see well enough to
argue, you can see well enough to follow me.”
“Where are
we going?” Emma asked wearily. Her head
ached and she wanted nothing more than to lay down on the cool, dark floor and
sleep. Or try to. The voice was buzzing again but she was able
to keep them at bay, taking every ounce of psychic effort she had. In the short pause between her question and Lilandra’s answer, the lights came back, flooding the
silver-toned room with blinding white illumination.
Over Emma’s
hiss and a soft chorus of surprise and curses, Lilandra spoke. “We are going to meet my brother. He has rushed his plan, it seems,and has arrived early.”
A/N The
fight was there for a reason, just to head off any questions. And yes, I mean D’ken…
;) Sorry it’s so short. Tomorrow’s will be
longer! WITH hint-o-smut! The smut that’s currently staring at me and
begging me to write it…
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