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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
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Blueshift Chapter Fifty Five (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply

A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE �, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta� When I�m queen, I�m moving places closer to
where I live so the drive won�t be so long.
InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink and Dracena are wondermous and loverly for
archiving/hosting. J ProPhile: *glomp * Morgan: So� yeah, lol. Readers/Reviewers: I don�t think I�ve traveled so much in one
short time span in my entire life. Whew.
*GLOMPS* for reading/reviewing! J

It was the
first hours of morning, barely past midnight,
and Nathaniel Essex could not sleep. In
all honesty, he did not expect to. Too
much was happening. He had been this way
as long as he could remember�whenever he had a big project in the works or
something important was on the horizon, he became an insomniac. One of his earliest memories was of staying
up the entire two days before the queen�s coronation, begging his father to let
him sit in the phaeton and wait. He had
ended up sleeping through the coronation itself but, his father assured him
later, he had not missed much. Just a bunch
of old ponces, their noses so high in the air that
they would drown if it would rain. Even
at that young age, he had wondered why his father thought of his friends, his
peers, as old ponces when most of them were younger
than he. He sighed, letting the memory
skitter away to the recesses of his mind.
There were more important things to be concerned about, he scolded
himself firmly. He was alone in the
mansion, blissfully and completely alone.
Even Incubus was gone. Magneto
had left soon after they had returned from a dinner meeting with some of his
business associates from Toronto and Minneapolis, Tarot and Pietro
were still gone with Sabretooth and Mystique was�
well, he had a good idea where the woman had gone. She had returned just the night before
reeking of alcohol and cigarettes, grinning like a loon. She had swaned into
the den and thrown herself onto the divan, her skirt ruched
above her knees and her shoes clattering to the floor. She was her blue-skinned self but her
brilliantly red hair hung loose about her shoulders, a vestige of her early
guise. She had tried to say something
about a man she had met, an Englishman like himself, someone who worked for a
boarding school and oh, ha ha, wasn�t that a
coincidence? Essex
splayed his fingers against the cool glass of the window in his suite of room
and smiled thinly. Drunk
women, he reflected, were the best spies.
They revealed things they never realized they knew,
they gathered information in the most cunning, ancient fashion and paid for it
in coin worth nothing to him, but everything to their mark. At least, he smiled a bit more broadly, for a
few minutes. He moved to sit behind
Magneto�s desk, turning his back on the nightscape of the expansive back lawn
with it�s tall, thin trees casting long shadows like
skeletal fingers reaching for the heart of everything.
�Now let�s
see here,� he murmured in the dark room.
�What will I find if I look in here?�
His fingers tapped rapidly on the keyboard, the screen before him
glowing brightly and casting his face with a blue-white glow. He did not truly expect Magneto to keep
anything of great importance within easy reach but it never hurt to look. After several minutes of intentionally random
searching, Essex leaned back in the chair and
sighed. So far, he thought, all he had
found was that his friend seemed to be inordinately fond of lists and he wrote
his personal notes in Polish. He reached
for the keyboard again, this time to pull up the database of phone numbers so
he could call the good people at the lab across the state, but paused. A sound so soft that it could have been
easily ignored tickled the edge of his consciousness. Slowly, he moved the mouse and began to bring
up the numbers, his ears straining for the sound to happen again. There, he thought. _Just to my right. _ It was dark enough in the room to
create deep pockets of shadows, obliterating the lines of the furniture and art
on the walls entirely. He sighed loudly,
making a small show of being oblivious, and continued scrolling through the
spread sheet. The soft, almost
nonexistent noise happened again. �Hello,�
he purred, his hand shooting out and grabbing a wrist. There was a hiss of pain as Essex
dragged the intruder towards him, standing at the same time. His eyes narrowed as he took in his quarry�dressed
all in black, a black helmet covering his head and face entirely. There was no opacity to the face plate�it was
black as the rest of the get up. �So we
don�t need to see, do we?� He reached
for the helmet, determined to pull it off and reveal the miscreant.
The
intruder twisted sharply in Essex�s grasp, a soft grunt
the only indication it was a man within the gear. He quickly broke away but did not disappear
into the shadows. Just out of Essex�s grasp, he tilted
his head to one side as if considering the old man before his attention
suddenly snapped towards the study door.
Essex had enough time to make another grab, his
fingers just grazing the dark form�s arm, before the door swung open and
Mystique walked in, thinking she was alone.
�Damn it!� Essex snapped.
�GAH!� Mystique
jumped, her skin color going from azure to aqua and back again. �What are you doing alone in a dark room,
Essex?� she snapped, bending to pick up the arm load of newspapers and
magazines she had been collecting from around the mansion. No matter what else was going on, she did her
cleaning faithfully.
�Shut the
door! He�s still in here!� Essex lurched towards
the door, tripping over his own feet as Mystique moved fluidly, abandoning the
dropped papers and reaching out to slam the door in one smooth motion.
Silently,
Mystique turned on the light and raised a brow at the learned man. �Are we having a problem?�
�Yes,� he
hissed, rising to his feet from his tumble to the floor, �we are.� He began moving around the room, obviously
agitated, flinging back the brocade curtains and upending some of the lighter
furniture. �He has to be in here!�
�I highly
doubt he could fit under the ottoman, whoever he is,� she pointed out, scooping
up the papers. �You�re cleaning this
mess up.�
�Listen to
me,� he said, slightly out of breath. �A
man was in here, dressed all in black, wearing a helmet which obscured his
face. I think it might have even blinded
him! In fact,� he continued excitedly, �I
think, quite possibly, he worked on pure instinct!�
�Right�
look, I have a lot of things to do before the others get back and make a mess
again. Pardon me�� She moved to step
around him but Essex stopped her, his hand on her arm. �Excuse me!�
�We are not
alone,� he whispered. �He is still in
this house!�
�Great. You go find him, I�m
going to clean the kitchen.�

Essex
snarled in inchoate rage as Mystique went past him and into the hallway. �Damn it, show yourself!� he barked into the
empty room. �DO IT!�
The only
reply was the hiss and thump of the window shutting behind the intruder.
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