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Perfectly Normal Chapter Sixty One
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     �Something I said?� Mark asked lightly, sitting on
the edge of Mystique�s unused desk, the flat surface as highly polished as only
an anal retentive could make it. �Or just fancy packing your gear up for
a particularly long walk this evening?� He watched impassively as she carefully
folded ultra thin outerwear into a small rucksack. �It�s not that cold�� Shut
up, Mark, he scolded himself silently. You�re starting to sound
like one of those blasted teenaged dramas�
     �Actually, I have to make a brief trip to Scotland,� she
said carefully, sparing him only the barest glance. She did not know how
much she could tell him comfortably� She did not think he fully understood the
meaning of Muir Island
or even what it was other than a craggy, desolate push of rock in the North Sea.
     �Ah�lovely time of year for it. Which
part?� Mark settled more comfortably against the desk, folding his arms
across his chest and eyeing the packing job. She had layered in several
garments that were rated for below zero temperatures and he was not mistaken,
he thought, that she had also packed what appeared to be some state of the art
water gear, things not often seen outside of experimental labs specializing in
supplying covert groups such as his former employer.
     Mystique paused, one hand on the closet door, one
on her hip. She was disturbingly between forms, her natural hair color
showing vibrantly against the falsely pale skin she still bore. She was
on guard, even in her own room, against the prying eyes of non-mutants.
Easier, she thought, to explain suddenly red hair than suddenly cerulean
skin. �Mark, don�t. I can only tell you I�m going to Scotland for a
few days. I should be back before Monday.� She nodded, as if
confirming this for herself, and offered him a thin smile. �It�s nothing
nefarious.�
     �I�m sure,� he acquiesced but did not stop giving
her the steady, cold gaze that had been his expression since coming upon her
packing her bags minutes before. Suddenly, he straightened and dusted
imaginary debris from his cuffs. �I have work to see to in the
library. When you are available, I have a few questions for you regarding
a mutual acquaintance. See me at your convenience, preferably before you
leave for the Bonnie Isle.�
     She remained silent, almost painfully so, as Mark
turned sharply on his heel and let himself out of her room. She knew he was not
all that he seemed but at the same time, she was sure, almost beyond a shadow
of a doubt, that he would not be able to deal with knowing everything about
her, about them. The French, she mocked herself gently. I
cannot even use the word for myself now. It feels dirty, tainted by
something. With a savage, surprising, shove, she put the last of her
cold weather gear into the bag and, closing her eyes, shifted again into her
natural state, naked in the chill of the room. For a shining moment, she
hated Magneto for taking her on this task but it vanished as quickly as it
came. This is my life. I cannot hate the man who saved me.
Raking her long fingers through her hair, shoving it out of her face, she
opened the door and listened carefully. Alone, she noted.
Typical. On silent feet, she moved down the hall to the back staircase,
one of the many warren-like passageways in the old mansion she was slowly
getting used to. Mark would be in the library, she knew. His home,
his haven. She made it all the way to the bottom of the stairs before the
tiny, niggling voice in the back of her mind made itself heard: Let it
go. Don�t chase him. He�ll never understand what this is, what it
means.

     �Yes, Artie,� Magneto sighed. �That one will
do.� The master of magnetism (how he loathed that name) waited until the
small mutant had tucked the book under his arm and turned to shuffle back into
his room before following him. Incubus was blessedly silent as he always
was in the presence of children. Magneto blessed the fact that his
symbiotic savior was not entirely irredeemable and paused just inside Artie�s
room which he shared with another boy who�s name had never seemed to come up
for the older man. Artie shoved the thin book into his hand and nodded,
almost but not quite smiling. Hurriedly, his short legs carried him to
his bed and he climbed in, kicking off the thick socks he had been wearing
around the house. He looked eagerly at Magneto and the older man could
fairly feel the excitement thrumming in the air between them. An odd,
almost forgotten twinge of tenderness unfurled in his belly and he shivered
with it. He remembered such affection, the unfettered trust of a child and
the sheer belief that no one in the world could possibly mean any harm to
them. He did not know whether to be sick from it or accept it.
�Ready then?� he sighed, hoping Mystique did not come looking for him.
�Ah, one of these� I knew this man, you know. Not as tall as you�d
think. Sneetches[1],� he began, his lips
faintly curling as he wondered at the boy�s choice of literature. �Now,
the Star-Bell Sneetches had bellies with stars. The Plain-Belly Sneetches had
none upon thars.�

[1] http://staff.bcc.edu/jalexand/Reading-1-9A--Seuss-The_Sneetches.htm
This is used often in Holocaust education with kids because a.) it�s a
moral tale, b.) the imagery of the stars on some of the Sneetches and c.) kids
can wrap their minds around the persecution.
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