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Blueshift	By : Nemain Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 6098 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Blueshift
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 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 and 30
- 30-31
- 31-32
- 32-33
- 33-34
- 34-35
- 35-36
- 36-37
- 37-38
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- 39-40
- 40-41
- 41-42
- 42-43
- 43-44
- 44-45
- 45-46
- 46-47
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- 48-49
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- 54-55
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- 59-60
- 60-61
- 61-62
- 62-63
- 63-65
- 64-66
- 65-67
- 66-68
- 67-69
- 68-70
- 69-71
- 70-72
- 71-72
- 5
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Blueshift Chapter Six (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply

A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE �, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta� *yawn* FINALLY sleep-in day, lol� InterNutter,
TC, Maxwell Pink and Dracena are loverly and wondermous for
archiving/hosting. J ProPhile: Het smut
next chapter. I promise. *halo *Morgan:
*yawnglomp * Readers/Reviewers: Thanks! J The ducks appreciate it, too� even the quiet Killer
Kitties ��.

It was
nearly midnight but the front of the mansion was lit brightly�he counted a
large hanging light over the front entrance, several lights in the lower level
on, two upstairs, and a security lamp set up between three trees and the shrubs
around the front of the house. He knew that there was an alarm system�one of
the best the Professor�s considerable money could buy�already activated,
running hot since sundown, in fact�but it would not be triggered in the time it
took him to cross from his spot on the lawn to the front door. He would make sure of that. He hated feeling so exposed, his usual
apparel hidden neatly in his carry all, but it was a necessary evil to get this
close to the house. Striding briskly up
the gravel walk, he paused, checking his reflection in the sidelight. He looked, he thought with some satisfaction,
very Normal, note the capital. Clearing
his throat, he raised his fist to knock briskly on the door only to find himself staring directly at a very irked red head. �Hello,� he began after the briefest, telling
hesitation. �I�m a few hours early but I
believe I�m expected��
Jean raised
a brow. �Are you?� She did not want to chance a scan with the
Mother of all Migraines threatening. Instead, she fixed the stranger with her
most level, stern glare. �There�s a nice
hotel in town.�
�Jean,�
Jubilee chided behind her, coming into view. �Don�t be�Hello.� She stared openly. �Stranger danger� Who�s this?�
�Mark
Thorn,� the man standing in the cold said brusquely. �Soon to be the late Mark Thorn if I remain
on the porch.�
Jean sighed
and opened the door wider, stepping back for him to enter. �Sorry for snapping� I�ll go get The
Professor��
Jubilee
frowned. �No, I�ll do it� you wait here��
Shooting a backwards glance at the two remaining in the foyer, she hurried
down the side hall to the private study in the back of the house.
Jean
assayed a smile. �I�m sorry� you said
you�re expected? I�ve been out of town
for a week and didn�t know we were getting a new student. Aren�t you a bit�
um��
�Old?� he
asked, raising a brow. �I�m no student,
not of this school. I�m the
librarian.� He adjusted his glasses
slightly, uneasy under the young woman�s penetrating gaze. _Great. A teep. Wonderful� Think of pink elephants, think of pink
elephants� Great.
Now I need a drink. _
Jean looked
and felt startled. �A
librarian? When did we get a
librarian?� She shook her head, pinching
the bridge of her nose and sighing. �I
swear, Emma had to be behind this��
�Emma?� He
asked, a brow raised.
�I�m sorry, I�ve just been dealing with Charles
Xavier� I didn�t catch your name..?� he trailed off, making it a question.
�Jean
Grey. My husband and I live in the
boathouse most times but we�re�� She shook her head again, stemming the flow of
too much information. A total stranger
did not need to know about the very odd infestation of lizards that seemed to
have either been placed in the house or snuck in while they were gone, seeking
warmth in everything from the bed to the kitchen cabinets. �Librarian?� she asked again. �Why do we need a librarian? We�re a very small school and the library��
�Is being
expanded,� Professor Xavier said somewhat sleepily, entering from the hallway,
Jubilee in tow. �As part of our efforts
to make the Institute a place of learning rather than�� he glanced at Jean with
a significant look. �Rather
than merely existing.�
Jean nodded
slowly. _*A place of
learning rather than training? *_ The Professor
responded with a slight smile.
�I must
say, Mister Thorn, I didn�t expect you until around nine a.m�. No matter. Jubilee, please help him take his bag to the
attic dormer. I apologize but your
regular room won�t be ready until tomorrow afternoon. We had an�unforeseen
delay� in completing the renovations.�
Jubilee
gave the Professor a look that was somewhere between �I don�t wanna!� and embarrassment at being caught in her
pajamas. �Yes, sir,� she grumbled. �Then can I go to bed?�
�You didn�t
seem to mind being up when you thought I would let you watch that awful reality
program marathon,� the Professor said lightly. �Yes, you may go to bed afterwards.�
Mark
smirked slightly at the exchanged but kept his bag out of Jubilee�s reach as
she neared him. �I�m able to carry it on
my own, thanks. Just lead the way and I�ll
be out of your hair.�
Jean waited
until Jubilee and Mark had disappeared upstairs and their footsteps had reached
the far end of the hall where the door leading to the attic staircase
stood. �Librarian?� she asked, both brows up this time. �Been watching Buffy much?�
�Pardon?� Professor
Xavier leaned back in his chair, his hands folded primly. �I�m afraid I don�t
know who this Buffy person is��
Wondering if there was a time in his life when he did not wear his
typical dark suit, Jean shook her head, smiling. �Never mind. Just a show about unusual students and their
librarian mentor protector guy�� She yawned
widely. �I�m going to sleep in the rec room. Scott�s sleeping in Forge�s room since it�s�� she
paused. �Empty. I�ll worry about the lizards tomorrow.�
Professor
Xavier murmured assent. �Jean, I�ve been
meaning to ask� are you feeling alright?� He tapped his temple with one finger to
indicate just what he was referring to. �No�unusual headaches, experiences�nothing out of the ordinary?�
She frowned
slightly, stifling another yawn. �Just
this migraine threatening my sanity, but it�s part PMS
and part lizard induced�� She gasped,
then, remembering. �I have been having
some odd dreams, though, things about falling or being trapped. It�s not me in the dreams and it�s a language
I don�t speak but I keep getting the feeling that I�m falling from a very high
point then stopping, and I�m stuck in something like a coffin�� She shuddered theatrically. �I hate those dreams. But it�s all basic psychology, really, and I�m
not going to worry about them. Everyone
has some odd dreams now and then.�
He nodded,
not convinced. �If you have another one,
please let me know.�
�Why?� she
asked, backing towards the rec room. �It�s just a dream��
He did not
reply, just smiled slightly and turned to wheel himself back towards his
study. Mark Thorne arriving was
unexpected. He had not even been sure
the man had taken the job and the arrival time had been tentative. _No matter, _ he thought. _He�s here now, might as well make use of him.. _ Pausing just inside his study doorway,
Professor Xavier sighed. �Yes, Jono?�
_*We need to talk. Now. *_
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