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Blueshift	By : Nemain Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 6098 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Blueshift
- 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 and 30
- 30-31
- 31-32
- 32-33
- 33-34
- 34-35
- 35-36
- 36-37
- 37-38
- 38-39
- 39-40
- 40-41
- 41-42
- 42-43
- 43-44
- 44-45
- 45-46
- 46-47
- 47-48
- 48-49
- 49-50
- 50-51
- 51-52
- 52-53
- 53-54
- 54-55
- 55-56
- 56-57
- 57-58
- 58-59
- 59-60
- 60-61
- 61-62
- 62-63
- 63-65
- 64-66
- 65-67
- 66-68
- 67-69
- 68-70
- 69-71
- 70-72
- 71-72
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Blueshift Chapter Fifty Four (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply

A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE �, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta� *yawn*
Is it nap time yet? InterNutter,
TC, Maxwell Pink and Dracena are loverly and wondermous for
archiving/hosting. J ProPhile: *tackleglomp * Morgan: So� how you doing? Readers/Reviewers: Okay, no chapter tomorrow,
chapter Thursday, chapter Saturday. I�m
spacing them out for ya lol. When I come
back Saturday night, I�ll see if I can get one out for Sunday. *glomps everyone for reading/reviewing *

Amara bit
her lip and tried to form a coherent thought that did not come out as a shriek
or an explosion of Latin curses. �I�m
sure he didn�t mean it like that,� she finally said, trying a smile.
�Yeah, well�� Lance rubbed his jaw. �Bastard.�
His face still ached from Mars� earlier strike. They were near the Institute now-the scenery
looked familiar, landmarks beckoning them towards home.
Mars did
not respond but rather started humming a tune unfamiliar to Lance, one that
Amara seemed to recognize. She smiled
faintly and shifted in her seat to face Lance.
�Lance, you�ll see, when we get back, it will all make sense.�
�Yeah,
right. If you can make the trip from Cartagena
to Albany make sense, I�ll brand my
ass with your name and moon the Professor.�
There was a
long moment of silence before Amara spoke again. �While that is an option for the future, I
think, for now, I just want for you to trust me. Don�t you trust me, Lance?� Her voice had dropped to a register he had
mentally named �Dominatrix Amara�. It
was lower than her usual speaking voice, almost a purr. It sent a shiver down his spine, months of
conditioning making the tone trigger a response.
�You know I
do,� he sighed, glancing at Mars. �I
trust *you* with everything.�
�You don�t
trust me?� Mars pouted, a glint of malice in his eyes. �But I�ve been so good to you.�
Amara
flushed a dull red color, her eyes lowering to stare at her hands where they
rested on her knees. Lance frowned. �Don�t make fun of her.�
�Why? Are
you going to strike me?� Mars stopped
the car suddenly, slamming on the brakes so that the vehicle skidded a few feet
and his passengers jerked against their seatbelts, Amara gasping and Lance
wincing as the jolt made his bruised face ache.
�Please, feel free.�
Lance sat
still as Mars shut off the car, unbuckled and stepped out into the cold evening
air. The sun was setting over the trees
but it was several hours until true night fell.
�What�s he doing?� Lance muttered as Mars began to pace back and forth,
his dark clothing making him seem like a living shadow.
Amara shook
her head. �Don�t get out Lance,� she
said softly, hastily. �Don�t get
out. You don�t know��
He had
never seen her so panicked. Her face had
gone pale and sweat stood out on her brow.
Her hands were trembling and her eyes, he noticed, were filling with
tears. �It�s okay,� he said, trying to
smile for her. �I�ve gotten into fights
before, ya know.�
�But not
with him� he�s Mars, Lance. Mars!�
�Yeah� I
doubt that highly,� he replied under his breath, leaning back in his seat. Mars had stopped pacing and was now staring
into the trees. �Be right back. Start the car.� He opened the car door and stepped out,
inhaling sharply as the chill of the air hit his face and then his lungs. �Hey,� he said loud enough for Mars to hear
him. Amara did not start the engine but
he could hear her moving in the car, shifting around and inching close to the
window, he assumed. �I know what you
are.�

�And what would that be?� Mars
did not turn to face Lance but remained staring at the tree tops, his arms
folded across his chest.
�One of
them. One of those freaks who gave us
Hell a few months ago.� He took a few
steps closer but stayed out of arm�s reach.
�Your friends nearly drove Kitty nuts.
Some of my friends nearly died��
Lance stood still as Mars turned to face him. �I saw the powder. I know.
I know you need to recharge or whatever it is� I know you need blood to do it��
�Not I,�
Mars smiled, his voice so soft the breeze could have swept it away. �Blood sacrifice is the milieu of some of my
less�enlightened�brethren. So much
waste,� he sighed, his eyes closing.
Lance felt
distinctly uncomfortable for all of one second, then
he felt angry. �Fucking Hell, stop it with the drama queen bullshit! Fuck you, we�re
leaving your pansy ass here!� He turned
away and reached for the car door. As
his hand touched the metal, he felt a sharp bolt of pain through his arm and
shoulder. He gasped, his breath leaving
his lungs, and went to his knees. His
head was jerked back, Mars� fingers in his hair. He heard Amara squeak, then fall silent.
�You annoy
me,� Mars said in his ear. �You make my
job very difficult. I am here to do as I
am bid and to ensure my continued survival, neh? He
jerked Lance�s head back again, pressing his knee into the small of the
teenager�s back. �We are sent forth to
protect our maker. We are sent forth to
protect ourselves. Understand? Things
beyond our doing have become a problem� things that are a threat not only to us
but to your sort as well, so much weaker than us, so imperfect.� He shoved Lance forward, making his head
bounce off the car door. �Get in.�
Lance did
not move. He was slumped halfway to the
ground, his head pressed against the door, his back and legs aching. He was dizzy and a spike of nausea made him
wary of even opening his mouth. Amara
did not move inside the car, she did not speak.
Mars was still behind him, he knew, waiting. �Amara might be blinded by her beliefs but I�m
not.� He pulled himself to his feet,
using the door handle for leverage. �One
of the perks of being agnostic�� He
smiled, his lip split from where he had hit the car door. �There�s a lot of gods I want to punch.�
Mars
narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips. �You,�
he said finally, �are going to be a problem.�
�Going to
be?� Lance snapped, striking at Mars, stepping into the movement, making it
harder for Mars to dodge. �I�ll be
damned if I let you use Amara for whatever sick game you�ve got going.�
�It�s not a
game,� Mars growled, grabbing Lance�s fist and twisting his arm backward,
making him gasp and stagger. �You might
not like it but your very existence hinges on whether or not I succeed. Do you understand that?� He shoved Lance away from him, causing the
mutant to sprawl face-first onto the asphalt road. �These creatures are a threat to all of us.�
Amara
finally scrambled out of the car then, her fear for Lance overriding her
respect for her deity. �Lance, come on�
Let�s get in��
Lance
rolled onto his back and looked up at her in the gloaming. �No,� he said, his mouth filling with
blood. He pushed his tongue against his
teeth and found none of them to be loose despite the impact on the road. �You want to ride with that fucker, go ahead.� He brushed away her hand as she reached to
help him up.
�Lance,
please� you have to understand��
�I don�t
have to understand anything,� he spat. �You
want to be blinded by some false god bullshit, go for it. I�m going for help.�
Amara
stared after him helplessly as Lance glared first at her, then at Mars, and
began to limp into the darkening evening, slowly heading towards town. �I don�t know what to do,� she breathed.
Mars
smiled. �Get in the car. We have a very tight schedule.

A/N Yes, I know Amara is OOC. It�s for a reason. And it won�t last long.
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