The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea | By : Nemain Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Het - Male/Female Views: 5266 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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The Devil and the Deep
Blue Sea
Chapter Fifty Nine (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
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will be over! Morgan: *careful glomp
* Readers/Reviewers: For future
reference, when this fic wraps up, I’m going to finish a few of the side bits
and a non XME fic and then pick up the next story, so there will be a one or
two day break. *G* In the meantime… THANKS!!!!!!
Magneto did
not actually care so much that Wanda had left as much as he did that he was now
late. “That girl never was considerate
for anyone else’s feelings,” he breathed, twitching the hem of his cloak as he
stepped over a puddle of mud, the fine mist of rain falling over Frost Manor
steadily increasing to full fledged raindrops. “Pietro, stay close. This is important.”
Tarot
looked briefly disconcerted but did not complain as she picked her way across the
dampening ground. They had set down not
far from a sleek black jet, something which had made Magneto hiss in a language
she did not understand, the invective foreign but the feeling behind it
clear. She glanced at Pietro and said
lightly, “When this is over and done with, I was thinking that maybe it would
be best for us if we moved in with your father at the Brotherhood’s
headquarters.”
Pietro
stopped in his tracks and stared, at first because of the casual way she tossed
off the comment in the midst of everything and then because it seemed like she
was stating a forgone conclusion rather than asking if he would like to
move. “Tarot, you have horrible timing.
We’ll talk about it later.”
Magneto did
not even break stride. “Actually, there’s
nothing to talk about. I’ve changed my
mind and feel you will better benefit from a private education rather than
remain in Bayville. This place will not
be welcoming for those of our ilk soon.”
Pietro
shook his head, feeling at once amazed and annoyed that his life was being
decided so easily, without his input, and tossed off as casually as if they had
planned this for weeks. “I don’t believe
this,” he muttered, catching up with them easily. Fred, obviously not as quick as the average
human or mutant, remained behind. Pietro
could feel the large teenager’s gaze boring into him and it made him feel hot
with anger. “We’re fucking superior,” he
complained. “Everywhere should be
welcoming to us!”
“There are
times,” Magneto sighed, “when you make me proud. And sometimes I just want to thump your
forehead.” He did not clarify which time
this was. They drew to a halt several
yards from the Sentinels and he smiled anew.
“Now, the fun part.”
Kitty
stiffened, leaning against Theresa as the loud thumping noise became steady,
almost a constant low frequency sound rather than a repetitious knocking. “What is it?” she whispered loudly.
“If I knew,
do you think I’d be seriously considering wetting myself about now?” Theresa
responded shakily. They were in a dark
interior room, the only light seeping in around the cracks in the door. Mystique stood between them and the doorway,
obviously waiting for something. Her
gold gaze flickered over them before becoming impassive once again, almost introspective. Theresa wondered if she were hearing some
sort of communication they could not, but tried not to consider it overmuch as
she found it made her painfully nervous.
Kitty
grunted and shifted to her feet, slowly but steadily, one hand on her
side. The bleeding was done, but she was
sore and the skin pulled every time she moved. She knew with certainty that
there would be a scar when all was said and done. “Mystique,” she said as conversationally as
possible, “you know you don’t have to listen to Magneto. You’re smart…you don’t have to be his sheep.”
Mystique
raised an eyebrow and managed to restrain her urge to smile. “You’re a bit young and untrained to be
attempting psychological tactics on me, Kitty.
Save it for the boys drooling over you at school.”
Kitty reddened
but did not back down. “My biological
father might be dead now, you know.”
Theresa
frowned. “Kitty…” The lack of grief in her friend’s voice
puzzled her somewhat—she knew Kitty to be a caring, big hearted person and thpareparent
lack of feeling for her father’s state was almost a surprise.
“Not now,”
the other teen sai said clearly. “My
biological father disowned me. You know
that,” she addressed the blue skinned woman.
“But just because someone cuts you out doesn’t mean you forget them,
doesn’t? It’s easy to come
running back the first time they crook their finger at you.”
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