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Tempest in a Teapot
By : Nemain
Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Slash - Male/Male
Views: 2499 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men Evolution, or any of the characters from it. I make no money from from the writing of this story. - Chapter List
Tempest in a Teapot Chapter Six
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“Kitty, with all due respect, I don’t think you’re going to find something in this mess that the university could not,” Beast sighed, rocking back in his chair. “They called just an hour ago and reported that there is nothing toxic in the tea or the teapot itself.”
Kitty rolled her eyes, jittering impatiently. “Did they check it together? Did they brew tea in the pot and then analyze the hot tea? Did they test their blood?” She gave a small growl of frustration as Beast nodded. “They’re missing something important here!”
The good doctor stood and motioned her towards the door. “Kitty, I appreciate your desire to help, I really do, but this is going on day two of the fiasco and there is no end in sight. Storm refuses to wear cloths and I have no idea where she is finding this glitter. Kurt is now reeking of fish and it is everything I can do to keep him from perching on my desk. Mark tried to run Logan through with a paper towel tube this morning and Todd… the less said about the boy, the better at this point.”
“I was meaning to ask… who gave him the lacy things?”
Beast and Kitty both leaned sideways to peek around the office door. Todd was still laying on his infirmary bed but now, instead of the grubby jeans and questionable t-shirt he had been wearing the evening before, he was clad in a pink, lacy slip and costume jewelry. “I think,” Beast said after a pause, “Lance dressed him but Rahne and Amara donated the…er…costuming.”
Kitty nodded slowly. “Right. Look,” she said, suddenly back on her original topic, “I’m sure I can solve this problem! I know the university has all the equipment and has run tests out the ears but…” she paused, taking a deep breath to fill her aching lungs, “they’re going about it all wrong!”
There was a short pause in which Beast simply stared at her, then he smiled almost sadly. “I know you’re worried and I am to. We all are. The best we can do right now is wait and see. If they don’t improve…” he sighed. “We have to figure it out then.”
“But…”
“Kitty, you haven’t slept in over twenty four hours. You had a long trip here, you haven’t eaten and you’ve been at Kurt’s side almost the entire time. Go nap and get something in your stomach. We can talk about this later.” He pushed her gently towards the door, closing it firmly behind her as she stepped out into the infirmary.
“Damn it,” she muttered. It was midday, the second day of the weirdness, and she was frustrated to the point of tears. No matter how many awards I win, how many problems I solve, they’re still going to treat me like an air-head. Kurt whooped from somewhere down the hall, the idea of restraints given up when Storm had decided that, since she was in bed, Logan should be do, who cares who’s watching. Mark could be heard clattering overhead, the coconut halves banging together to make a terrible racket in the wood-paneled halls of the mansion. Jubilee had taken to hiding in her room—it had taken some doing and a call to one of Beast’s old friends, a professor in Oxford, but they had figured out that Mark believed, in part, he was fighting the Battle of Hastings[1]. A trail of glitter marked where Storm had been, flinging the stuff everywhere in the hopes, in her words, that the place would become a bit more sidhe[2] and a bit less mundane. Aside from Todd, Kitty was alone in the infirmary. Todd shifted on the bed and opened one pale yellow eye, saw Kitty and quickly closed it again. She was not sure but she thought he might be puckering his lips for a kiss. “Yeah, right,” she muttered. With a sideways glance at Beast’s door, Kitty made a quick mental inventory of the equipment she could easily access. The man’s gotta sleep sometime… With a satisfied, albeit tired, smile, she eased out into the hallway. Kurt’s whooping was closer now and she sighed. “Kurt,” she called. “Come on, let’s go have some sardines.”Jubilee peered tiredly up at Kitty as the ponytailed girl led Kurt through the rec room. “You haven’t seen Sir Osis of Liver running around, have you? I can’t hear the coconuts.”
Kitty snorted. “You know he doesn’t drink. And Mark is guarding the hall. He’s standing there in his foil hat…” she paused, shaking her head slightly. “You know, this place gets weirder by the day.”
“Tell me about it. Where are you taking Big Bird?” Jubilee sat up, her idea of a nap abandoned. “And can you do something about the Eau de Bait? Bathe him or something?” She wrinkled her nose at the smell wafting from Kurt.
“He gets the juices on his chest,” Kitty sighed. “I can’t feed him fish,” she added in a whisper. “Can you chuck some sardines at him? He spit out the tofu earlier…”
“Maybe you can cook it first,” Jubilee suggested over Kurt’s preening of Kitty’s hair. “You know, make it taste like fish?”
Kitty frowned but headed for the kitchen anyway, Jubilee trailing her and Kurt. “You know,” she said, her voice low to prevent behind overheard, “I think I have an idea about what’s causing this…”
“PIXIE DUST!” Storm shouted, leaping from the mudroom. Still naked, still covered in glitter, she giggled and flung a handful of sparkly stuff at the trio.
“ORORO MUNRO!” Logan shouted, running in from the garage. “Damn it… sorry kids. She got away from me at the gazebo.” He grabbed Storm’s elbow and tried to put himself between her nudity and the teenagers.
“Logan, Kurt couldn’t care less and Kitty and I have the same bits. Don’t bother at this point,” Jubilee sighed.
Blushing slightly, Logan could not meet either girls’ eyes. “She spent the morning in the garden, talking to the flowers,” he muttered. “I had a dress on her earlier but she yanked it off, insisting that nudity is natural.”
“Well, it is,” Kitty shrugged. “Not for me, but it is.” She dumped a brick of tofu into a bowl and nodded at Storm, who was twirling in slow circles behind Logan. “Maybe this is some sort of fracturing of personality… did she see anything faerie related before she went…weird?”
“Not as far as I know,” Logan began, but stopped as a shout issued forth from the depths of the mansion. “Damn it. What’s he done now?”
Storm bounced on her toes. “I have dibs on faerie godmother!” she called as Logan took off at a run. She threw a handful of glitter ,this time dousing Kurt in the stuff, and skipped off after Logan, her breasts bouncing alarmingly.
“You know,” Kitty said after a moment, “for her age…she’s very…um…”
“Perky,” Jubilee supplied. “Storm’s very perky.”
[1] http://www.bbc.co.uk/history/war/normans/hastings_01.shtml
[2] http://celticsociety.freeservers.com/sidhe.html- You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
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