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Bellwether
By : Nemain
Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > General
Views: 4549 -:- 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-Bellwether
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 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
- 34-35
- 35-36
- 36-36
- 37-37
- 38-38
- 39-39
- 40-40
- 41-41
- 42-42
- 43-44
- 44-45
- 45-46
- 46-47
- 47-48
- 48-49
- 49-50
- 50-51
- 51-52
- 52-53
- 53-54
- 54-Epilogue
- 55-Epilogue
Bellwether Chapter Fifty Three
Disclaimers Apply
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most likely Girl from Ipanema * Morgan: *sad stalk * Readers/Reviewers; Thank
you so much for reading and reviewing as you can and putting up with my sometimes
erratic updates! *shakes fist at RL lol
*“I don’t
want to do this,” Tabby whispered mostly to herself, curling her fingers into
her damp palms and staring up at the heavy gate. “I don’t want to do this, I don’t want to do
this…” The crunch of tires on gravel made her jump
slightly and she stepped aside as a car pulled into the drive outside the
gate. A ridiculously good looking young
man, maybe a few years older than she, leaned across the seat and rolled down
the passenger side window.“You live
here?” he called, smiling at her in a benign, habitual manner.“Uh,
sometimes,” Tabby shrugged, painfully aware of eyes on her, boring into her
back like daggers from the shadows of the woods and it’s hidden
standpipes.“I’m
looking for a friend of mine…Kitty Pryde.
Do you know if she’s here?”Tabby
stared hard at the young man in the car, trying to discern some familiar facial
features in his open and friendly expression.
He did not look a thing like Kitty but, Tabby knew as well as anyone, that
did not mean a thing. Carefully, she
replied, “I have no idea. Maybe you
should’ve called first.” She ached being
so far from Lucas and was on the verge of panicking, of screaming like a
banshee and running into the woods, grabbing Marrow and shaking her until the
Morlock dropped her notion of getting help.
But instead, she found a thread of her old self, of the bravado and
brassy nature that she had been known for, and tossed her short curls
imperiously. “Later, loser.” She turned away from him resolutely and
shimmied between the bars of the gate, finding it a tighter squeeze than it had
been previously. Before, she thought as
she grunted with effort, she had a heavy baby and too many months at home
without exercise or sensible eating habits.
The guy in the car called out to
her again but she ignored him, setting off at a steady trot down the long
drive, ignoring as well the almost instant leg cramps and difficulty breathing
that came with unaccustomed physical exertion.
She had to hurry; Marrow wanted to move fast, she had been informed, and
Wanda as well. Reaching the front door,
she raised her fist to pound on the wood only to have it flung open, narrowly
missing hitting her in the face. “HEY!”Paige
blinked rapidly, seemingly processing what she was seeing. “…Tabby?”
She took a step towards her and blew out a harsh breath. “Huh.
Long time, no see.” They had
never been close, but Paige had an odd respect for the other young woman. In a way, she almost envied her ability to
tell the world in general to fuck itself and not look back as it railed at
her. Her gaze swept over Tabby and she
added, before she could stop herself, “You look like Hell…bless your heart[1]!” The Southernism escaped unwillingly and Paige
blushed a bit for it.“I need to
talk to Logan,”
Tabby said bluntly, trying to breathe normally and not gasp and paint as she so
wanted to just then. “It’s really
fucking important.” She pushed past
Paige and came to a halt in the middle of the foyer. It was very quiet in the mansion, not a trace
of the usual ruckus that seemed to underlay even the most sedate of weekend
afternoons. It was as if a pall had been
thrown over the entire Institute. “Um…”“Professor
Xavier’s plane went missing,” Paige informed her flatly, without preamble. “We’re kinda…stunned.”Tabby
stared at her for a long moment, unsure of what she should be feeling or even
if she WAS feeling something. “Um… how?
When? Where?”“That isn’t
important,” Mystique’s voice cut through the somber atmosphere like a Damascene
blade. “I’m glad you’re here, Tabby. Where’s Wanda?” She looked, she knew, disheveled. She also knew exactly what Jubilee and Kitty
and Jean and likely Kurt were thinking she and Mark had been up to in the
office but they were beyond wrong. Poor
Mark, she reflected dryly as she awaited Tabby’s answer. He’d be fine in a few hours, once the nerve
pinch wore off. She had been waiting,
though, that was not a lie. And she knew
HE… he would still be there with Mark when she returned to the linen closet to
free him.“Wanda…”
Tabby paused, exhaling slowly. “Wanda’s
working right now.”“No strip
club is open at this hour in Bayville,” Mystique countered. “Where is she? We’re going to…” she glanced
at Paige, aware of the unseen listeners in the rec room and upper landing. “We need to go to the old house and retrieve
some of Magneto’s things since our stay has been, perforce, extended.”Tabby’s own
expression, she was sure, matched Mystique’s suddenly grim one. The old house, Brotherhood code for Magneto’s
personal manse, the de facto headquarters for the organization. “I’ll tell her but I can’t promise she’ll
come.”“Understood. Let’s go.”
She shot a glance over her shoulder and called out, “Scott, let Storm
know that I will return by nightfall.”
She grasped Tabby’s elbow as she strode past her, making the teenager
come with her whether she liked it or not.
“Come on,” she muttered. “If you
slow down, we’ll have to talk to them…”“Someone’s
waiting for Kitty at the gate,” Tabby started, ending in a yelp as she missed
the last step off the long porch and nearly sent them both tumbling.“They can
keep waiting. We don’t have much
time. Essex is back, apparently, and Magneto
is fit to kill.”[1] Down
here, following a negative comment or thinly veiled reference with “bless
(their) heart…” makes it all better. “Did
you see her new hairdo? It looks like
the south bound end of a north bound dog, bless her heart.” Sort of absolves the poor dear of any part of
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