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Epilogue
Family Ties-Epilogue
(NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse and Hamster Witch, I can’t help it. Every time I try to do angel wings with the poi,
“I AM THE METATRON” just falls out of my mouth… InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink are extra special for
archiving. J ProPhile gets musecookies for his general
smutmuse-ness and Jubilee, Tex and Ramsey get custody of the platypi for the
next story. They’re biting the
ducks. Too many duckbills. Readers/Reviewers: Coupla things: Yeah, it seems a bit frayed in bits but loose
threads will be picked up in the next fic.
Second, some people have asked me about more normal human/mutant
interaction and all I can say is that if the story calls for it, it’ll
happen. I tend to focus on the mutants’
problems and lives rather than the few nonmutants available in XME canon
(Amanda, Duncan, etc…) Anyhoo… I love
you I love you I love you for reading and reviewing!*happy naked pagan dance of
joy * Hm. I do that a lot, don’t I?
“He’ll be
back in less than a week!”
“I know,”
Kitty sighed, obviously moping. “I can’t
help it though…”
“Kit, you
know I love you, but so help me if you sigh one more time…” Rogue brandished a
pillow threateningly.
Kitty stuck
out her tongue and ducked the thrown pillow.
“See how mopey you get when Todd goes off somewhere for a while.”
“Not a
chance, babe,” Todd said smugly, draping his arm over Rogue’s shoulder. “Nowhere to go and nothin’ to do when I get
there.”
“You know,
sweetie, that’s not something you should really say to a lot of people.”
Jamie
snorted. “What movie are we gonna
watch?” he asked, changing the subject.
Jean rolled
her eyes and stretched her legs before responding. “Well, Todd wanted Star Wars Episode One, Rogue wanted The
Piano, and I wanted Goldeneye.”
“So what’d
we end up with?” Lance asked, already dreading the outcome.
“Swordfish,”
Logan said smugly, swinging a bag from the video store off one finger as he
sauntered into the rec room, followed by Storm.
“And Monster’s
Ball,” Storm added.[1]
Kitty
raised a brow. “High rated night?”
“Well,”
Logan said, squeezing in between St John and Bobby, much to their ire, “we
figured you were all old enough now.”
“Thanks,
Dad,” Jamie said, laughing at Logan’s expression.
Sam stood
in the doorway, looking almost nervous.
“Um…”
“It’s okay,”
Kitty said, hiding a grin. “We’ll protect you from Jamie.”
The mutant
sometimes known as Multiple slumped in his seat. “I said I was sorry…”
Sam’s
blackened eye, still a little swollen, seemed to glare especially hard at
Jamie. “Three against one isn’t fair,”
Rahne laid
a hand on Jamie’s arm. “It’s my fault
and I feel terrible about it,” she said to Sam. “I really shouldn’t have…”
“You know,
you’re the second one here to try and use me to make their boyfriend jealous.”[2]
Rahne
looked ashamed. “I told you…I was mad
at him for pushing me away after he came back!”
“Children!”
Storm sfirmfirmly. “I have The Sound
of M rea ready to go if you can’t all settle down!”
“Yes, ma’am,”
several voices chorused sullenly.
Kitty
waited until the first film was underway before leaning over to whisper to
Amara, “Why aren’t you sitting with Lance?”
“None of
your business.”
Kitty
shrugged. “Fair enough.”
Amara
stared at the screen for a moment before muttering, “If I asked you to help me
with something, would you do it?”
“I don’t
hide bodies.”
“Nothing
like that,” she sighed, exasperated. “A
ritual.”
Kitty
blinked, never taking her eyes off the screen.
“Um…”
“You don’t
have to pray to my gods, if that’s what’s concerning you. I want…” Amara sighed. “I want all the girls to help me with
it. To…get rid of bad memories. Start fresh.”
Kitty
considered a moment and then nodded. “So
long as I don’t have to dance naked under the full moon or anything.”
“Of course
not!” Amara snorted. “We’re doing it at
the dark moon.”
Jono slid
from the room silently, glad for once no one noticed him missing. Paige would be in her room, he knew,
sulking. She had been avoiding him
since their all-too-brief kiss in the hangar, since his rejection of her
affection a moment after that. Paige? He could hear her moving around on the other
side of the door. I know you’re in there…
“Wonderful,
Kreskin,”[3]
she said, muffled by the barrier between them.
“No go away.”
I
want to talk to you.
After what
seemed like the longest minute of his life, she opened the door wide enough to
peer out at him. “Well, I don’t want to
talk to you. After all that I said to you, you still push me away. Fine. I get it. Sam was right. Nothing is
ever going to happen between us.”
Wait! He stuck his
foot in the way of the door, preventing it from closing. I wanted to apologize.
“.”
.”
I’m
sorry I was an ass.
“And?”
And?
“Are you
sorry for toying with my affections?”
Have
you been reading Kitty’s romance novels or something? No one says things like that anymore.
“Jono!”
Paige,
I wasn’t toying with your affections. I
do care about you. Very much. I just…
She opened
the door wider, startling him by grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling
him down to her level. “Shut up. Just stop at that, okay?” She kissed him, not caring about the
bandages cover his missing face, her arms going around his back to keep him
from pulling away.
Paige,
we have to stop.
Mainly
because it was disconcerting to hear someone talking to her while she was
kissing them, Paige stopped. “Now what?”
Jono
looked as pained as he could manage given his circumstances. I can’t do this with you until I learn
to control my powers better.
Paige
stared at him for a moment, not comprehending.
Slowly, she noticed the light seeping from his bandages, the silent hum
of energy emanating from him. “Oh,” she
said finally, her voice small. “Sorry.”
Jono
shrugged, backing away several feet. Look…the
others are watching movies and stuff downstairs. Want to go join them?
“Not
really,” she admitted. “I was going to
listen to some new CD’s I got in town.”
Almost shyly, she added, “Want to join me?”
Jono
nodded, fighting the urge to flee. I
think I’d like that.
The
Professor smiled into his mug of tea, appearing oblivious to Beast’s murmured
conversation with Cecilia. When the
large blue mutant hung up the phone, Professor Xavier asked “Has she
reconsidered joining us here?”
“Alas,”
Beast sighed theatrically, “no. She
maintains that she enjoys private practice too much to leave it. She also wanted me to let you know that Jean
is doing very well in her new job there and Tabby’s position is open any time
she wants to come back.”
“I’m
glad to hear it,” the Professor said, feeling every bit the patriarch. “Henry, I’ve been meaning to ask you…”
“Are
the headaches back, Charles?” the doctor asked immediately.
“Yes.”
“Worse
than before?”
“A
bit,” the Professor admitted. “I was
wondering about arranging a CT Scan.
Just because I’m psychic doesn’t mean the headaches are coming from my
mutation.”
“Something
can be arranged, I’m sure. The grant
money from the state to keep the school clinic running could be stretched to
get some new equipment soon…Unless you want to do this immediately? We can go to St. Dymphna’s tomorrow.”
He
sighed and closed his eyes for a moment.
“I think…I think that would be best.”
Beastddeddded slowly, concern overriding anything else he might be feeling. “Would you like to go tonight to the county
hospital up the road?”
The
Professor shook his head. “No, let’s
wait. I don’t want the children to
worry. Leaving at half past nine at
night is sure to raise some suspicion.”
Beast
frowned. “Charles…”
“Henry,
please. I don’t want to upset the
children. They’ve been through enough
lately.”
“I
understand.” Beast sipped his now-cold
tea thoughtfully. “You really try to do
too much for them sometimes.”
“I’m
responsible for the lives and well being of these few here and who knows how
many in the future. I can’t afford not
to do too much.”
“Turning
this into a school will only add to the pressure you’re under.”
“I
gladly accept the stress.”
“When
is the next meeting?”
“November,
in Boston this time. Our gatherings in
the capital were raising too many red flags.
You can only have so many meetings of Citizens for Genetic Differences
without drawing notice.”
Beast
smirked at the code name for the loosely organized group of mutants who were
trying to integrate others like themselves into society without notice. “We’ll get these headaches taken care of
before then.”
“I’m
sure,” the Professor sighed. “Ah, Kitty’s
on the phone again.” He could hear her
as surely as if she were standing next to him.
He was a bit concerned that he had to try to block her out.
“Kurt
comes home in less than a week.”
“Home,”
the Professor said, tasting the word. “It
is, isn’t it? For most of them…We’re
all one big dysfunctional family…”
“Forever
and ever,” Beast chuckled. “More tea,
Charles?”
“Yes…the
chamomile.”[4]
[1] Notice
something? All the movies star the
actors who played X Men in the first movie.
ProPhile’s idea, that one.
[2] Valkyrie
pointed that out.
[3] Famous
psychic. And I use the term “psychic”
loosely.
[4] A soothing
tea. Supposed to be good for relaxing.
(NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse and Hamster Witch, I can’t help it. Every time I try to do angel wings with the poi,
“I AM THE METATRON” just falls out of my mouth… InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink are extra special for
archiving. J ProPhile gets musecookies for his general
smutmuse-ness and Jubilee, Tex and Ramsey get custody of the platypi for the
next story. They’re biting the
ducks. Too many duckbills. Readers/Reviewers: Coupla things: Yeah, it seems a bit frayed in bits but loose
threads will be picked up in the next fic.
Second, some people have asked me about more normal human/mutant
interaction and all I can say is that if the story calls for it, it’ll
happen. I tend to focus on the mutants’
problems and lives rather than the few nonmutants available in XME canon
(Amanda, Duncan, etc…) Anyhoo… I love
you I love you I love you for reading and reviewing!*happy naked pagan dance of
joy * Hm. I do that a lot, don’t I?
“He’ll be
back in less than a week!”
“I know,”
Kitty sighed, obviously moping. “I can’t
help it though…”
“Kit, you
know I love you, but so help me if you sigh one more time…” Rogue brandished a
pillow threateningly.
Kitty stuck
out her tongue and ducked the thrown pillow.
“See how mopey you get when Todd goes off somewhere for a while.”
“Not a
chance, babe,” Todd said smugly, draping his arm over Rogue’s shoulder. “Nowhere to go and nothin’ to do when I get
there.”
“You know,
sweetie, that’s not something you should really say to a lot of people.”
Jamie
snorted. “What movie are we gonna
watch?” he asked, changing the subject.
Jean rolled
her eyes and stretched her legs before responding. “Well, Todd wanted Star Wars Episode One, Rogue wanted The
Piano, and I wanted Goldeneye.”
“So what’d
we end up with?” Lance asked, already dreading the outcome.
“Swordfish,”
Logan said smugly, swinging a bag from the video store off one finger as he
sauntered into the rec room, followed by Storm.
“And Monster’s
Ball,” Storm added.[1]
Kitty
raised a brow. “High rated night?”
“Well,”
Logan said, squeezing in between St John and Bobby, much to their ire, “we
figured you were all old enough now.”
“Thanks,
Dad,” Jamie said, laughing at Logan’s expression.
Sam stood
in the doorway, looking almost nervous.
“Um…”
“It’s okay,”
Kitty said, hiding a grin. “We’ll protect you from Jamie.”
The mutant
sometimes known as Multiple slumped in his seat. “I said I was sorry…”
Sam’s
blackened eye, still a little swollen, seemed to glare especially hard at
Jamie. “Three against one isn’t fair,”
Rahne laid
a hand on Jamie’s arm. “It’s my fault
and I feel terrible about it,” she said to Sam. “I really shouldn’t have…”
“You know,
you’re the second one here to try and use me to make their boyfriend jealous.”[2]
Rahne
looked ashamed. “I told you…I was mad
at him for pushing me away after he came back!”
“Children!”
Storm sfirmfirmly. “I have The Sound
of M rea ready to go if you can’t all settle down!”
“Yes, ma’am,”
several voices chorused sullenly.
Kitty
waited until the first film was underway before leaning over to whisper to
Amara, “Why aren’t you sitting with Lance?”
“None of
your business.”
Kitty
shrugged. “Fair enough.”
Amara
stared at the screen for a moment before muttering, “If I asked you to help me
with something, would you do it?”
“I don’t
hide bodies.”
“Nothing
like that,” she sighed, exasperated. “A
ritual.”
Kitty
blinked, never taking her eyes off the screen.
“Um…”
“You don’t
have to pray to my gods, if that’s what’s concerning you. I want…” Amara sighed. “I want all the girls to help me with
it. To…get rid of bad memories. Start fresh.”
Kitty
considered a moment and then nodded. “So
long as I don’t have to dance naked under the full moon or anything.”
“Of course
not!” Amara snorted. “We’re doing it at
the dark moon.”
Jono slid
from the room silently, glad for once no one noticed him missing. Paige would be in her room, he knew,
sulking. She had been avoiding him
since their all-too-brief kiss in the hangar, since his rejection of her
affection a moment after that. Paige? He could hear her moving around on the other
side of the door. I know you’re in there…
“Wonderful,
Kreskin,”[3]
she said, muffled by the barrier between them.
“No go away.”
I
want to talk to you.
After what
seemed like the longest minute of his life, she opened the door wide enough to
peer out at him. “Well, I don’t want to
talk to you. After all that I said to you, you still push me away. Fine. I get it. Sam was right. Nothing is
ever going to happen between us.”
Wait! He stuck his
foot in the way of the door, preventing it from closing. I wanted to apologize.
“.”
.”
I’m
sorry I was an ass.
“And?”
And?
“Are you
sorry for toying with my affections?”
Have
you been reading Kitty’s romance novels or something? No one says things like that anymore.
“Jono!”
Paige,
I wasn’t toying with your affections. I
do care about you. Very much. I just…
She opened
the door wider, startling him by grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling
him down to her level. “Shut up. Just stop at that, okay?” She kissed him, not caring about the
bandages cover his missing face, her arms going around his back to keep him
from pulling away.
Paige,
we have to stop.
Mainly
because it was disconcerting to hear someone talking to her while she was
kissing them, Paige stopped. “Now what?”
Jono
looked as pained as he could manage given his circumstances. I can’t do this with you until I learn
to control my powers better.
Paige
stared at him for a moment, not comprehending.
Slowly, she noticed the light seeping from his bandages, the silent hum
of energy emanating from him. “Oh,” she
said finally, her voice small. “Sorry.”
Jono
shrugged, backing away several feet. Look…the
others are watching movies and stuff downstairs. Want to go join them?
“Not
really,” she admitted. “I was going to
listen to some new CD’s I got in town.”
Almost shyly, she added, “Want to join me?”
Jono
nodded, fighting the urge to flee. I
think I’d like that.
The
Professor smiled into his mug of tea, appearing oblivious to Beast’s murmured
conversation with Cecilia. When the
large blue mutant hung up the phone, Professor Xavier asked “Has she
reconsidered joining us here?”
“Alas,”
Beast sighed theatrically, “no. She
maintains that she enjoys private practice too much to leave it. She also wanted me to let you know that Jean
is doing very well in her new job there and Tabby’s position is open any time
she wants to come back.”
“I’m
glad to hear it,” the Professor said, feeling every bit the patriarch. “Henry, I’ve been meaning to ask you…”
“Are
the headaches back, Charles?” the doctor asked immediately.
“Yes.”
“Worse
than before?”
“A
bit,” the Professor admitted. “I was
wondering about arranging a CT Scan.
Just because I’m psychic doesn’t mean the headaches are coming from my
mutation.”
“Something
can be arranged, I’m sure. The grant
money from the state to keep the school clinic running could be stretched to
get some new equipment soon…Unless you want to do this immediately? We can go to St. Dymphna’s tomorrow.”
He
sighed and closed his eyes for a moment.
“I think…I think that would be best.”
Beastddeddded slowly, concern overriding anything else he might be feeling. “Would you like to go tonight to the county
hospital up the road?”
The
Professor shook his head. “No, let’s
wait. I don’t want the children to
worry. Leaving at half past nine at
night is sure to raise some suspicion.”
Beast
frowned. “Charles…”
“Henry,
please. I don’t want to upset the
children. They’ve been through enough
lately.”
“I
understand.” Beast sipped his now-cold
tea thoughtfully. “You really try to do
too much for them sometimes.”
“I’m
responsible for the lives and well being of these few here and who knows how
many in the future. I can’t afford not
to do too much.”
“Turning
this into a school will only add to the pressure you’re under.”
“I
gladly accept the stress.”
“When
is the next meeting?”
“November,
in Boston this time. Our gatherings in
the capital were raising too many red flags.
You can only have so many meetings of Citizens for Genetic Differences
without drawing notice.”
Beast
smirked at the code name for the loosely organized group of mutants who were
trying to integrate others like themselves into society without notice. “We’ll get these headaches taken care of
before then.”
“I’m
sure,” the Professor sighed. “Ah, Kitty’s
on the phone again.” He could hear her
as surely as if she were standing next to him.
He was a bit concerned that he had to try to block her out.
“Kurt
comes home in less than a week.”
“Home,”
the Professor said, tasting the word. “It
is, isn’t it? For most of them…We’re
all one big dysfunctional family…”
“Forever
and ever,” Beast chuckled. “More tea,
Charles?”
“Yes…the
chamomile.”[4]
[1] Notice
something? All the movies star the
actors who played X Men in the first movie.
ProPhile’s idea, that one.
[2] Valkyrie
pointed that out.
[3] Famous
psychic. And I use the term “psychic”
loosely.
[4] A soothing
tea. Supposed to be good for relaxing.