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Blueshift Chapter Fifty Eight (NC-17)
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Kitty
carefully arranged herself behind the short, white-painted wrought iron railing
along the widow’s walk between the two wings of the mansion. It was bright enough to make her squint, even
though the sun was to her back. From up
here, she thought, everything seemed calm and sane. _There’s no such thing as aliens or random
gods I don’t believe in or…What the hell is that? _ A low hum, like something electrical, was niggling at her
thoughts, creeping across her consciousness in a way that was at once annoying
and worrisome. It was barely eight a.m. and she was relatively alone, she
thought with an edge of apprehension.
_If something is coming or happening or about to go kaflooey,
there’s no one out here to help… _
She leaned forward cautiously, unwilling to upset her delicate balance
on the old part of the roof. There was
nothing to be seen. Storm’s greenhouse
steamed softly in the cold morning air, the lake was placid… She could barely make out the flicker of
Scott’s movement behind the thin white curtains in the bedroom window of the
boathouse. It all seemed so peaceful
save for the growing hum that seemed to be rolling across the landscape.
“Guten Morgen, Liebes,”
Kurt sighed happily, appearing unexpectedly.
Kitty
yelped and jerked back. “Don’t scare me
like that! Shhhh!
Listen!” she added, swatting away his seeking hands.
Kurt frowned. “Was?
That’s the generator. It was
running for a while last night so it’s just…what’s the word?”
“Recharging?”
“Ja, that…” He scooted closer, glad he had found her on
only his second try. He had shown her
this place once before, a very long time ago, just after they had started
talking as friends. He had said it was the loneliest place he knew. That, he reflected, had been a bit of a
lie. It was the loneliest place he knew
at the Institute and no more than that. “You
can hear it really well in the front hall… it’s like it’s vibrating the marble
or something.” He shrugged. “Logan
isn’t tearing the place apart looking for the source of the noise and Jean and Jono both say it’s the generators so I’m not going to
worry.” He laid his arm lightly across her
back. “Why are you hiding out up here,
Schatz?”
She stared
out over the grounds, frowning. She was
not convinced it was the generator at all but she knew better than to try and
argue the point with Kurt at that moment.
“I have to go back to school the day after tomorrow. My week’s break is
almost up. It seems like every time I
come home, something worse happens than the time before…” She closed her eyes and sighed. “I’m thinking of transferring to the program’s
Chicago branch.”
Kurt did not quite understand at
first. Rather, he would not understand. Then the cold feeling in his chest
started and spread downwards to this stomach.
“Katzchen, Chicago
is so far away… why?”
“Why? Well, it’s in Illinois. That’s kind of far,” she said, trying for
lighthearted and failing miserably. “Look,
sweetie, it’s just…I need space.”
“I…see.” He looked down at his tri-toed feet and
chewed on his lower lip in nervousness. “Liebes… what did I do to make you so upset that you have to
leave?”
“What did… oh!
Oh, Kurt, baby, it’s not you!” She clung
to him furiously then, pressing her forehead against his shoulder. “I just need to be away from the Institute for
a while, away from all the weirdness that comes with it. I want to be a normal college girl, you know?”
“Nein,” he sighed. “Liebes, I love you…”
Kitty sniffed hard. She had not meant to say it so early. She had just been toying with the idea for a
day or so, almost halfheartedly, but then, at that moment, the words had come
out of her mouth and she had made the decision.
“It might just be for one semester, maybe two. And I’d be home all the time. Holidays, long weekends… and you could come
see me!”
Kurt swallowed thickly. “Ja, I suppose…” The humming noise was growing ever louder
now. He had to speak loudly to be heard
over it.
“Kurt,” Kitty said, pulling away
slightly, “that’s not the generator.”
She did not want to abandon the topic but she had to. The humming was so loud that it made her
teeth chatter. She could feel the
vibrations through Kurt’s body and the trees were quivering as if they were
scared. Below, people were beginning to
pour out of the mansion, Logan, shirtless
and obviously freshly showered, was in the lead, followed by Storm and Banshee
with Emma hanging off his arm, limping slightly. It seemed as if the entire population of the
Institute was on the grounds before the shadow passed overhead. “Oh, shit…”
Kurt’s gaze was trained upwards as
well. “Ja…scheisse…”
Logan
bit down so hard on his cigar that the wrapped split, spilling tobacco into his
mouth. Spitting it out distractedly, he sighed. “Chuck… where’s your
girlfriend?”
Professor Xavier had not left the
back patio. He stared upwards, his face
grim. “Pardon?”
“Lilandra.
Where’s the birdbrain?” Logan
tore his gaze away and glared at the Professor almost accusingly. “I’m guessin’
these are friends of hers.” He switched
his attention to Mark, who seemed to be edging towards the patio doors. “Where’s the one you were with? Whatsherface, the sister?”
“She…was gone this morning,” he
said carefully, not wishing to imply anything about how he would know her
whereabouts. “M’kon
seemed to be gone as well.”
“Fanfuckingtastic,”
Logan muttered. The shadow settled
over the grounds, the dull gray ship stopping directly overhead. “Remind me later, Chuck… I want a raise.”
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