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When Worlds Collide Chapter Six (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta…just when you thought
it was safe to check your in box… IT’S BACK!
The fic everyone thought was dead has been resurrected thanks to
prodding from people on the Foreververse Yahoogroup, led by ProPhile who is
just NOW catching up with sideflings.
So *GLOMP * to everyone! Reminder: This is an AU. Their powers are mostly the same save for
some minor alterations (which are obvious in the story) and the universe is NOT
the same as the series. Hence the AU.
“Kitty,
bitte!”
She wobbled
dangerously on her crutches, narrowly avoiding falling backwards onto
Kurt. “I can’t just lay down! I’ll get blood clots! I need to move!”
“Well, stop
moving so much!” He managed to get in
front of her before she could reach the bedroom door and gently pushed her back
towards the bed. “You need rest.”
“I can’t,”
she complained. “I know something isn’t
right…there’s something bad happening.”
“Ja, that’s
why you’re here,” he sighed, twining his tail around her crutches and moving
them out of reach.
“No, I mean
something with the others.” She shook
her head, frowning. “I can’t explain
it. Jean isn’t in my head or anything,
but I can feel it…”
He stroked
her back idly, feeling just a little guilty for entertaining lascivious
thoughts while she was so worried.
“They might kill me for doing this, but do you want me to call Remy, Bel
and Scott? I can check with each of
them and maybe it will give you some peace of mind.”
“Would
you?” she asked hopefully. “Please?”
He smiled
and squeezed her about the shoulders.
“Anything for you,” he promised recklessly.
Kitty
leaned back on the bed as he reached across her to use the phone. Her leg really did hurt her, despite the
Aleve and hours of bed rest. She
scooted back, giving the heavy cast some support as she waited. Kurt smiled at her tensely, letting the
phone in his hand ring and ring. “Problem?”
“Ah, Scott
must have turned the ringer off. They
must be onto something. I’ll try
Remy. He never shuts the damned thing
off.”
Kitty
nodded and lay back, knowing deep down that there would be no answer on Remy’s
phone or Bel’s. She heard Kurt swear
under his breath after a moment and dial the phone anew. She counted one full minute before he
slammed the receiver back down on it’s cradle.
“See?”
Kurt rubbed
his lips with the back of his hand, thinking furiously. “Okay.
I’m going to look for them.”
“Not
without me!” she protested, trying to roll to her feet and failing. “Shit!”
“Katzchen,
you can’t…”
“So help
me, Kurt, I will phase out of this cast if you don’t take me with you!” She struggled to her feet, hopping awkwardly
as she tried to reach her crutches.
He growled,
a sudden, harsh sound that made her look up at him with wide eyes, a mixture of
fear and anger on her face. “Liebes,”
he said after the briefest of pauses, “I cannot let you come to more harm…”
“Kurt,” she
said urgently, “that’s my family out there.
I can’t just sit here…”
“I know, I
know…” He looked worriedly at her leg
then at her face. “Okay. But you have to stay in the car and rest
your leg, ja?”
“Ja, I mean
yes…” She wobbled and grabbed the
proffered crutches before leaning towards him for a kiss. “Thank you.”
“Bitte,” he
said shyly, helping her to the door.
“Just promise me…”
“I promise
I won’t do anything stupid,” she said, cutting him off.
“Danke,” he
sighed, feeling that would be the best he could get from her. “When we come back…”
She
grinned. “I promise I’ll get off my
feet.” She winked and wiggled her eyebrows in promise. He smiled and ushered her out.
Jean
snarled silently at the tourist couple who staggered in front of her holding
plastic cups of hurricanes. “It’s almost midnight! Don’t people here sleep?”
“Nope,”
Scott sighed. “And it’s almost Mardi Gras so very nope.”
“Damn it,
where the Hell are they?” she muttered, ignoring his proximity. She had noticed Scott encroaching more and more
into her personal space as the evening wore on and now he was close enough that
she could feel his every breath as his chest rose and fell. “Hey, some space here?”
“Huh?”
“I need
room,” she sighed, pushing him away gently, more gently than she had intended. “Hey!”
A dark
colored cat shot out of the alley and ran into her legs, screamed at her, then
took off into Rue Chartres. “Pardon,
mam’oiselle, mais Baka[1],
he is a fickle chat, non?”
Jean
blinked and glanced at Scott, who seemed to be hiding his surprise a sight
better than she was. She had not seen the woman in the alley they had just
emerged from not had she sensed her as she scanned the area. “I’m sorry,” Jean
said automatically. “I didn’t mean to scare
your cat…”
“Oh, Baka
ain’t scared. Baka, he jus’ on his
rounds, eh?” The old lady smiled,
revealing a row of bright white teeth, putting Jean in mind of a skull.
n cln class=MsoFootnoteReference>[1] In Voudoun,
a spirit (evil) that takes the form of an animal.
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