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Eloi	By : Nemain Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5000 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Eloi
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11 and 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
- 34-35
- 35-36 and 37
- 36-38 and 39
- 37-40
- 38-41
- 39-42
- 40-43
- 41-44
- 42-45
- 43-46
- 44-47
- 45-48
- 46-49
- 47-50
- 48-51
- 49-52
- 50-53
- 51-54
- 52-55
- 53-56
- 54-57
- 55-58
- 56-59
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- 58-61
- 59-62
- 60-63
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- 62-65
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Eloi Chapter Sixty

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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE �, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta� *GLOMP* InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink, Dracena and Greywolf are loverly and wondermous for archiving/hosting. J ProPhile: Thanks! I really enjoyed the present! J Several times! Morgan: *pokes with pokey stick* Readers/Reviewers: Thanks so much for reading/reviewing as you can! This will be a bit longer than I thought, just to have some of the ends tied up�

Beast pinched the bridge of his nose and stared out over his domain. Every bed in the small infirmary was full. Every cabinet had been rifled through, rearranged and all but dismantled in his search for some palliative, something to stem the seemingly unending tide of illness and uncertainty that was swamping his small office and medical bay. Bobby was groaning, fingers curling and chest rising and falling rapidly. Once in a while, his eyes would open wide and he would stare at Jean, only to sigh and fall back into his uneasy state. St John refused to leave his side, even for water. The oddities grew from there. Tabby was near catatonic�at least one of the Tabbys. The other was pacing angrily, holding her hand to her face as if it ached. Rogue was sitting near her but just out of arm�s reach, her own expression a mask of rage and confusion. Jean lay face up on the bed nearest the wall, eyes wide but still. If Beast did not know better, he would have sworn she was dead. All seemingly psychic trauma, except Tabby� What the Hell is going on here? A soft clearing of a throat brought his attention outward. �I trust you will not destroy my lab,� he intoned gravely, with no small hint of malice, to Magneto.

�Bill me,� the older man said dryly. His eyes fixed on Wanda, propped in the corner, face neutral save for a flicker of her eyes at the sound of Magneto�s voice.

�She knows,� Rogue said softly. �Deep down inside, she knows the truth. But she don�t want to believe it� it�s easier to believe something painful than something hard,� she continued, her voice gaining strength. �I saw it all� He�s terrible. He thinks we�re like puzzle pieces� He�s above us.�

�What are you talking about?� Magneto asked quietly, his voice held in check by years of practice.

�Essex. She saw what he�s about,� Rogue stated bluntly. �She saw the lab, saw the racks of tubes, saw the tanks� He�s up to it, what he planned� God, it hurts so much!� she gasped suddenly. Her fingers flew to cover her eyes and she shuddered hard. �He�s planning more.�

�More what?� Beast demanded, very nearly shaking Rogue. He curled his fists at his sides and literally bit his tongue to stem the flow of words that threatened to spill forth. Instead, he let out a shaking breath and said calmly, �The sooner you tell us everything, the sooner you can go rest.�

�More of her,� she said, raising a finger to point at Tabby, pacing. �But us.�
Professor Xavier wondered faintly if he were becoming an alcoholic. More and more evening seemed to end with a tumbler of scotch or a snifter of brandy, and he caught himself adding a splash of rum to his coffee even as he pondered his possibly negative habits. The news hummed softly in the background, the rise and fall of the talking heads� voices as they tried for the local Emmy, covering the breaking news of the weird that seemed to envelop more and more of the lives of humans, almost but not quite lulling him into a doze. �Morlocks,� he murmured softly. �Even without being told that�s what they call themselves, they call them Morlocks.� He had seen faces on the early broadcasts, covered in blood, riddled with pain, but that was all sanitized now that children might be awake in the early dawn hours, getting ready for whatever family event was planned for a Sunday. They don�t understand� All Hell is literally breaking loose and they don�t understand. A bolt of pain shot through his head and the Professor gasped. Coffee splashed on his lap but he did not cry out. Instead, he closed his eyes and shut out the outside world. Emma?

Charles, I don�t know what you�re doing but get to Saint Dymphna�s NOW. There was a lengthy pause before her voice came again. You�re never going to believe what�s happening.

I can believe six impossible things before breakfast[1]. Try me. Even as he finished sending the thoughts, the images came, hitting him hard and fast. Paige, crumpled in an elevator, Theresa with her face a mask of anger, Sean and Sam arguing� They images were rapid and hard but suddenly stopped, congealing into one single thought. Help. Emma, what am I seeing here?

I don�t know, Charles. I have a knot the size of Delaware on my skull, I�m covered in hospital garbage and I�m considering homicide unless there�s a damned good reason for what�s happening.

Stay there, Emma. I�m on the way. I�ll be there in an hour. He sighed and mentally added ten minutes to that time frame, heading towards his dresser to retrieve a fresh pair of pants. Logan was gone, he knew, and that left him without a driver. The one person left who was not involved in the infirmary or on a mission was not his first thought for help but, he thought with a sigh, needs musts wants. He closed his eyes and felt for his charges. Everyone was safe, as far as he knew. But the pain was growing, rising to the point where his shields would be hard pressed to keep it out soon. What is happening?
Todd caromed down the stairs, his face split with a wide, excited grin. �So this mean I get paid extra?�

�What do you get paid now?� The Professor asked with a sigh and half a grin, wheeling towards the garage door.

�Nothin�.�

�I�ll double it.�

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[1] I forget where that line is from� Anyone who tells me gets a cookie
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