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Chapter List
- 1-Blueshift
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Blueshift Chapter Fifty Two (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply

A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE �, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta� *woozy *
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and Dracena are loverly and wondermous for archiving/hosting� even if Dracena
IS missing in action� ProPhile: *GLOMP
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Readers/Reviewers: Health issues might make a few chapters late in the
next few days so cross your fingers they pass quickly and I don�t turn into an
iguana or something�

Mark
pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. �I needed those to see.�
�You are
defective?�
�No, I�m
nearsighted.� He opened his eyes and
peered at the creature before him. He could
see well enough, at least, to make out who, or what, he was looking at. �Who are you when you�re at home then?�
The tall, pale
man drew himself up to his full height.
His was flanked by a retinue of similarly clothed companions, arranged
in height order from tallest to shortest, each one of them appearing unmoved by
the brief struggle which had cost Mark his glasses. In a voice that seemed little used, so slow
and halting were his words, he replied, �Lilandra is among you. She and her� expatriates.�
Mark�s
brows crept upwards. The Shi�ar woman he had been within the library was
nearby, he knew, watching. She was not
hiding. She had taken up a position in
the downstairs study, the one with the window overlooking the front lawn. She was watching the proceedings,
waiting. He had gotten a distinctly
military impression from her and this alternately impressed, comforted and
worried him. �I don�t know what you�re
talking about. If you�re here about
registering your children, I suggest you make an appointment with Ororo Munro
or Professor Charles Xavier. If you�re
here about a job�sorry, mate, but we�re full up.� Mark was quick this time and dodged the man�s
grasp. �It�s illegal to do that in this
country, you know� It�s assault.�
�Mark,�
Storm�s voice quelled the rising tempers.
�You�re needed inside.
Immediately.� She moved down the
steps from the entrance smoothly, her appearance every inch a goddess, even in
mundane clothing. �Welcome to the Xavier
Institute. I�m Ororo Munro.� She did not extend her hand to these
strangers, partially out of personal custom and partially because she did not
want to bear false welcome.
�Where is
Lilandra?� The man�s face was hard with
rage.
The feathers, where hair should
have been, would have looked ridiculous on anyone else but on him seemed part
and parcel, not an affectation or something intentionally showy. Storm let her eyes move from the shock of
feathers atop his head to the toes of his black boots. Slowly, she met his intense gaze. �I�m sorry� she�s not accepting visitors at
this time. Please schedule an
appointment and come back during the week.�
She did not turn away, though, or break her gaze.
�You mock me, primitive.� He spat at her feet, the sputum marring the
hem of her long skirt. �Lilandra is
among you. She is to die for her crimes
against the Imperium.�
�Whoa�someone�s been just a bit too
heavily involved in the Star Wars fandom,� Jubilee said, standing just inside
the front door, peering out through the crack.
Storm did not give any indication she had over heard other than a slight
stiffening of her shoulders. Jubilee
squeaked as Logan pulled her bodily
back into the house on his way to join Storm and Mark on the front lawn. �Hey!�
�Shush, Kid,� Logan
muttered, not breaking stride. �Get inside and shut the doors. Now.�
Storm did
not look at Logan as he stood next
to her but she did not ignore him. �This
gentleman needs an escort off the property.�
Logan
smiled, baring his teeth. �We get that a
lot around here lately.�
There was a
moment of silence and, without the leader motioning to them or otherwise
signaling, the flank of strangers who seemed to be some sort of guard moved
forward as one unit. Two grabbed Logan�s
upper arms and threw him back towards the steps leading to the house with what
appeared to be minimal effort.[1] Storm fared better, her instincts leading her
to hover several feet above the heads of the strangers, wind whipping around
her as her eyes lost color and became pure white. Mark joined Logan
in short measure, hitting the steps with an audible crack and groan as
something, somewhere on his body, broke.
The leader of the group, who had not moved in the short, one sided
fight, smiled in a mockery of Logan�s
earlier expression. �Tell her the
crystal is ready. She has, again,
failed.�

�Tarot,
stop it!�
�Mmm� I�d
rather not�� Her fingers trailed down
the back of Pietro�s neck, her nails leaving the very faintest of marks along
his pale flesh. �We have a few minutes�� She had been good, she thought, doing
everything Essex had told her. She had checked her basal temperature, she
had checked mucous, she had charted her cycle on the calendar. Now was the optimal time. �We�re ahead of schedule.�
Pietro winced. He
would have leapt at the chance any other time but he did not relish the idea of
a quick fuck in his father�s car in front of the Institute. Tarot had been all over him for three days
and he had been excited, flattered, then suspicious. Something about the way his father and
Mystique had been acting had alerted him to the oddity of the week, something
about the whispered conversations that seemed to stop when he was near, the way
Tarot had become extra attentive to the point of nearly simpering� He did not know what to make of it. �Baby, I just can�t��
Tarot
frowned, her displeasure writ large on her delicate features. �Can�t or won�t? You�re too young for systems
failure, neh?�
�Hey! First of all, it happens to every guy at
least once, or so I hear, and second of all, I�m not a trained circus freak or
something! I can�t just get it up on
command!�

�You did not seem to have a
problem getting it up for that Tabitha girl, did you?� she sneered, flinging
herself back against the seat and staring mutinously out the window. �You had
no problem getting her pregnant, and it wasn�t even for a good reason!�
Pietro blinked, stunned.
It took a moment for her words to sort themselves out properly in his
brain and when they did, he felt sick. �You
WANT to get knocked up? Fucking hell,
that�s kind of against the being on the Pill, ain�t it?�
She
snorted. �I haven�t been on the Pill in
weeks, Pietro.�
He was
shaking. He felt violated, betrayed on a
level he could not name. Tabby�s
pregnancy had been accidental and he had been pissed as all Hell that she had
kept the kid. Once in a while he
wondered what his son was like and thought about seeing him, but then he
remembered he had decades ahead of him to worry about reproducing and she was
the one who wanted to keep the kid, he�d remind himself. It wasn�t his problem, he�d add, and that
seemed to assuage the twinge of guilt every time. Now, though, Tarot�s fury at his
unwillingness was enough to send him plummeting back to those first few moments
after Tabby had told him she was pregnant.
Fear, uncertainty, and rage washed over him. �What do you mean, a good reason?� he choked
out, his hands tightening on the steering wheel. They had been sent to the Institute by
Mystique herself, in a countermand of her own orders, but with Sabretooth in tow. Sabretooth, Pietro realized
belatedly, who could hear everything even though he was fifty feet away and
peering through the fence, seemingly amused by something that was going on in
the yard.
�It�s none
of your business,� Tarot sniffed imperiously.
�Fucking
hell, yes it is!� Everything they had
ever done together seemed to blur at high speed. Every kiss, touch, grope, every sigh and moan
and scream and demand and plea, ever inch of her flesh from the pert roundness
of her breasts to the bare vee of her sex to the
long, creamy length of leg that she had often wrapped around him in their fast,
demanding fucks against walls, in beds and on couches and floors seemed to
become a vile thing. His body responded,
though, and at that moment he hated himself for wanting her even then. He wanted her beneath him, her body�s planes
and curves against the sinewy length of his, her poised above him, her sex pink
and wet, spread by her fingers in a teasing invitation as he lay tied to the
bed, unable to accept, having to watch her pleasure herself before she would
allow him a single taste of her arousal from her fintertips� �Tarot, you fucking used me!�
She seemed
discomfited by this outburst. �Pietro, you do not understand. He told me you wouldn�t��
Sabretooth interrupted any further pursuance of the topic. �Get
over here. Now. Gotta see this��
�No,� Pietro growled, glaring at where the man stood beside the
window of the car. �I�m busy��
�Get over
here or I�m gonna pull you out through the air vent.�
�Be right
there��

[1] The Shi�ar
are supposed to be extremely strong, able to press as much as two tons without
much effort.
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