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Chapter List
- 1-Blueshift
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Blueshift Chapter Fifty Nine (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply

A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE �, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta� *sends cheese * InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink and Dracena are
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Nathaniel
Essex did not have complicated tastes.
He credited that to his upbringing and the times in which he was raised.
He enjoyed things like a nice, simple
tea with simple accompaniments. He
relished quiet Sunday afternoons spent reading or calling on acquaintances. And, he reflected, running his hand along the
lab table, he did enjoy a creating things with his own hands. The simplicity of creation, the essence of
it, was so powerful to him that he often wondered if he were addicted like some
men of his acquaintance had been addicted to their snuff, carrying around tiny
silver boxes and partaking out of sight of ladies. No, he decided, he was not addicted. That
would be Krueger and his surgical passions.[1] Essex paused at the
end of the brushed metal table and smiled.
The project seemed to be going very well, despite Tarot�s arrogant
inexperience. Pietro
had kept her busy enough the past few days, unwittingly doing just as his
father and Essex himself had wanted. The
teenagers had been so tied up running between the Institute and the
Boardinghouse, following Sabretooth and Mystique,
that they had left the lab virtually untouched.
�Incubus,� Essex sighed, aware he was being
watched, �show yourself.�
�You know
that�s no possible. I haven�t been able
to do that in�well, since before you were born,� the disembodied voice
responded. The air shimmered before Essex,
though, and the faint outline of a man appeared briefly. �Is that better?�
�Mmmm� tell me what you know about our midnight guest.� Essex
bent to examine the fluid levels in one test tube in particular, frowning
thoughtfully as he noticed the level was just short of being too low.
�Ah�� There was a long pause before Incubus truly
replied. �I cannot catch him in the
act. All I know is that he is indeed
male and he is not�average. He�s like a
shadow.�
Essex
sighed. �If you begin to wax rhapsodic
on old radio plays, I�ll call in an exorcist.�
He added some nutrient fluid to the test tube and nodded to himself in
satisfaction.
�I said a
shadow, not THE Shadow,� Incubus responded tartly. �Does Magneto know you�re this far along?�
�Does
Magneto know you�re still about?� Essex shot back. �You know he�s due for more�treatment��
�Hmph.�
Essex
knew that Incubus had not left but the invisible creature was not going to
respond to him any further. He pointedly
turned away from where he knew Incubus to be and busied himself with organizing
the paperwork Tarot had left in a neat, albeit irrational, stack near the
computer on the opposite end of the table.
Everything seemed to be going as planned, he noted. Magneto had been,
dare he say it, honored to have his bloodline chosen for this project. Project
is too simple a word, he thought, tapping his finger against the pile of
paperwork. _Experiment is too clinical
for what this is� this is life changing.
Literally� _ He frowned and looked up sharply as footsteps
sounded in the hall leading to the lab.
They were heavy, fast� �Sabretooth,� Essex sighed, mentally
preparing himself to deal with an intellectual inferior.
�Somethin�s goin� on at the
Institute,� the large man grunted as he swung open the metal door. �Come on.�
�I�m
otherwise occupied,� the doctor said primly, pulling the front of his lab coat
together. He was not a fan of the white,
stark material but he found it lent him an air of authority when in the lab and
he wore it to project superiority, particularly over Tarot. �I suggest you find Magneto and request his
company.�
�Old man�s
busy,� Sabretooth rumbled, eyeing Essex
thoroughly. �You smell of fear,� he
added. �Are you afraid of me?�
Essex
snarled. �I do not fear you, you oversized monkey. You smell Incubus.� He sat pointedly on the desk chair and
proceeded to power up the computer.
�Incubus
has no smell,� Sabretooth said after a moment, moving
towards Essex in a way that could only be considered
predatory. �You, though�� He sniffed deeply, his voice coming in a
throaty rumble, �smell of fear and sweat.�
�I fear
nothing.� He tapped in his password and
waited. He was still not truly used to
computers despite having used them in many forms over the previous decades. He just did not trust something he could not
see working from the inside out. He
decided that�s why he did not mind people so much�he had seen them inside out
on many occasions and knew how they worked.
�Everyone
fears something.� It was the most Sabretooth had spoken in a long time. It bothered his
throat, he decided, and promptly switched back to short words and phrases. �Come on.�
He took Essex by the elbow and dragged him to his
feet. Despite his height, Essex was not heavy or even
close to being a burden for Sabretooth. �Not much time. They�re here.�
�Who�s
here?� he demanded, weakly twisting in Sabretooth�s
grasp.
�The Shi�ar,�
Magneto intoned mildly from the door. He
was pulling on an old pair of black leather gloves, paying special attention to
making sure the fingers were all properly fitted and not looking at Essex at
all. �They are, it seems, ahead of
schedule. At least the schedule postulated by the boys in the home office, as
it were.�
Essex
found himself released from Sabretooth�s grasp and
his balance sorely off as he staggered forward, towards Magneto. �What are you talking about? Shi�ar?
Home office?� He shook his head,
stepping back. �I have work to do
here. Ubermensch
don�t create themselves.�
Magneto
raised a brow. �Between your visions of
a midnight visitor and this obsession
with recombining DNA, I begin to think you need a vacation, Nathaniel old man.�
Essex
opened his mouth to protest but paused, catching something in Magneto�s tone
that told him something was up, something was either going awry in the body of
the plan or Magneto was attempting a diversion tactic, something to throw
others off their trail. �Fine. The solutions will mind themselves for a few
hours.�
�Pietro and Tarot are already en route with Mystique� and a
guest.� He smiled tightly. �Get your coat.�
Essex
nodded, edging past Sabretooth. �Right.�
He glanced at the lab table and the gestating tubes of pale solutions. _Stay there, _he thought desperately. _If this time fails, I may kill someone just
to better my mood. _

[1] Ten
points if you can name that crossover reference.
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