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Perfectly Normal	By : Nemain Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > FemSlash - Female/Female Views: 6947 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Perfectly Normal Chapter
Sixty Two
Disclaimers Apply

A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE �, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta� How was Munchen? (My keyboard lacks umlauts, lol)� InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink, Dracena and
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updating AFFN now that all the bugs are worked out.� Yay! Enjoy your weekend,
Happy Cinco de Mayo, etc� ;)�

�� Kitty�s
ears were ringing still from the thumping, bass driven music of the club.�� She wondered if her heart had developed an arrhythmia
now, the way it was fluttering in her chest.�
So long as she kept blaming it on the music, she could entirely skim
over any other reason why, such as Evan and his odd flight from them, running
as if his tail were on fire back into the dark alley.� Kurt had tried to follow but had lost him
mere yards into the narrow space.� They
had agreed not to tell Storm, not to tell Jubilee being dragged by Remy and
Scott.� It would be too much, and the drama
would fairly explode.� �We can find Evan
again,� Rogue had murmured, staring into the deep darkness cutting like a
ribbon of night through the burgeoning evening.�
�He needs help�he won�t turn away from us.�� Kitty was not so sure of that, even as she
stood as quietly as she could just outside of the door to the guest room where
Brian and Jacob were staying.� She could
smell the faint yet pungent odor of marijuana smoke seeping under the door but
it was old, days old.� Lance would be
able to attest to that if he were here, she thought, taking one silent step,
then another.� She had asked Kurt to help
her but he was distracted, delayed, and she did not want to wait.� She could do this on her own.� Her hand pressed against the door now and she
exhaled softly.� �Now
or never.�

�� The room
was cold and she was not alone.� She felt
eyes on her but could not see anyone; the room was not as dark as she had
expected, lit by the glow of one of the security lamps outside, mounted just
beneath the guest room window.� Logan had
commented that this was the room where they put potential in laws and people
they just plain didn�t like since it would be impossible to get a good night�s
sleep.� A fleeting smirk crossed Kitty�s
lips and she forced herself to look around the room slowly, missing no
detail.� Her uniform was tight and made
her feel naked but it was the darkest article of clothing she owned and it was
lightweight and unlikely to get caught on anything.� Nothing.� She could not see anyone in the room, not in
the corners nor under the bed nor in the bathroom with it�s
wide-open door.� She did, however, see
the bag of camera equipment and assorted electronics sitting on the bed closest
to the window.� �Idiots,� she
sighed.� �Freakin�
idiots.�� On light feet, she
hurried to the bags, unable to shake the feeling of being watched, and began
rummaging through, seeking the digital recorders she knew were in there. A
subtle shift in the air made her look about, sure that someone had brushed
against her, but she saw nothing.� A tiny
whimper of fear rising in her throat, Kitty worked faster, nearly crowing in
triumph when she found the four recorders bundled together with a plastic zip
tie.� She did not even slow down as she
plunged her hand through the stack of electronics, feeling them pass through
her disincorporated molecules in an odd, stinging
sensation.� The batteries, she
thought.� She�d deadened them, no
doubt.� She shoved the recorders back
into the bag and was reaching for the cameras with their memory cards full of
images when she heard her name, barely a whisper in the still room.�
��
�� Kitty!�

�� MARK!�� She clapped her hand over her mouth and
wished, for just a second, that she had some fantastic
power that involved laser beams or attack kittens or something she could fling
at him.� �What the hell are you doing in
here?� she hissed, her knees shaking and heart racing madly.
��
�� His eyebrow
raised and lips quirked in a moue of disapproval, he walked towards her, his
gaze pinning her to the spot.� �What on
Earth are you doing in here?�� He reached
the bed and tugged the equipment bag across the space to peek inside.� �Really, Kitty, theft?� I�m appalled!�� His throat was no longer as dry as it was when
he first saw her in there; once he realized that he had not been seen, he
regained his mental equilibrium and decided to bluster his way through.�

�� I�m just�
I�� She swallowed hard and straightened
her spine.� She was not sure how much he
knew of her abilities but she did not want to blow his mind a little extra
right now.� ��I was looking for something.��

�� Something
to steal?� he questioned.� With a firm
scowl, he took her elbow and led her to the door.� �Come along, time for you to go to bed or
whatever it is you do when you�re not sneaking into bedrooms.�

�� Kitty let
him escort her into the hall before she demanded �And what were you doing in
there?� You were being just as sneaky as
me!�� She jerked her arm free of his
grasp and, tilting her chin in mock-pride, trying to pretend like she wasn�t
wearing skin tight mock leather before this virtual stranger, she added, �I
really don�t care what you were doing in there or what you think I was
doing.� All I care about is that I did
what I needed to and because of me, my friends are a little bit safer!� She
turned sharply on her heel and began to march to the stairs leading to the
student bedrooms, then blushed furiously, the uniform
not exactly modest by her standards.� But
she did not stop, marching resolutely to the stairs without a backwards glance.

�� Mark let
out a breath he did not know he had been holding and shook his head
ruefully.� That had been close.� For one moment he had thought her to be a
ghost, slipping through the door like that, but when he realized what she had
done, that it was just Kitty and she had passed through a solid door without
any effort, he was torn between amazement and annoyance.� She had nearly caught him, nearly seen Ganz at work.� It had
been VERY close.� He smoothed his hands
over his dark, unobtrusive clothing and straightened his shoulders. Thank god,
he thought, that he had not worn the helmet.
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