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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
- 47-48
- 48-49
- 49-50
- 50-51
- 51-52
- 52-53
- 53-54
- 54-55
- 55-56
- 56-57
- 57-58
- 58-59
- 59-60
- 60-61
- 61-62
- 62-63
- 63-65
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- 66-68
- 67-69
- 68-70
- 69-71
- 70-72
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Blueshift Chapter Sixty Nine (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply

A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE �, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta� *bouncy * Just a few days till panicking in
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�What�re
you doing?�
�Um�getting
to second base?�
�Stop it!�
Theresa swatted at Sam�s roaming hands. �Time and place, Sam. This isn�t either!� She did not move away, though, merely stared
straight ahead in the dark basement. Jono was barely
visible in her line of sight, a dark shape against even darker shapes, the very faint glow seeping from his wrappings giving him a
spectral air. He was sulking, she knew,
and feeling more than a little guilty.
Paige was nowhere to be seen or heard, which did not disturb Theresa as
much as she thought it should. �Where�s
your sister?�
Sam bit his
tongue on a tasteless joke and sighed. �No� why? Do you need
her for some reason?� He shifted
restlessly, feeling at once embarrassed for trying to take the opportunity the
darkness afforded his hormones and annoyed at the entire situation.
�No,�
Theresa said patiently, raising a brow in the dark even though she knew he
could not see her, �I was just wondering.
We�re already missing Jubilee, Kitty, Todd, Rogue, Kurt, Rahne and Jamie� Did you really want to be missing her, too?� She stood carefully, feeling her way up the
wall of the old basement as she went, making sure she was not about to hit her
head on something. They were in the
oldest part of the substructure of the Institute proper, the part that used to
be the cellars when it was just someone�s home, albeit a grand one. Professor Xavier had never incorporated it
truly into the basement system, leaving it as a large, cool root cellar out of nostalgia
and some sort of respect for his forefathers who had built the home. Theresa dusted her fingers off on her jeans,
frowning slightly at the dusty texture of the wall next to her. �Storm? Can you come over here?�
Sam stood
reluctantly, ripples of curiosity moving through the group as Theresa called
for help. �Shhh,�
he hissed. �Theresa, freaking out in a
confined space isn�t a good idea!� He
reached for her elbow but drew back suddenly as he felt someone�s upper arm,
someone distinctly male and not a little more well muscled than he. �Jono,� he
sighed. �Could you, I dunno, click or
hoot or something when you walk around?
Make some sort of noise?� Jono shifted to face him, the glow now obvious and unmistakable
as to it�s origin.
Sam had the certain feeling that he was being glared at. �� or not��
Jono returned his attention to Theresa. _*Your abilities�
they�re like your father�s, right? *_
Theresa set
her jaw mutinously, glancing to see Storm picking her way through the packed
room towards them. �They�re similar to
Banshee�s, yes.� She was cast in an odd
light from Jono�s loose bandages, giving her an
altogether ghoulish appearance. �Why? If you need his powers, ask him. I�m not Banshee Light or something.�
_*No, *_ Jono replied patiently.
_*We need yours� *_ He looked up as Storm reached them, looking
slightly harried and more than a little disheveled from her trek across the
cellar room. _*Open the doors, *_ he
directed at her. _*I know how to stop
this. *_

Tabby
groaned and rolled onto her back. She opened
her eyes slowly, looking up into Todd�s yellow green ones. �Shit,� she sighed. �I�ve died and gone to Hell, haven�t I? I knew it��
Rogue
frowned and toed Tabby�s thigh with the toe of her steel toed boots. �Shut up.�
�Eh, I�ve
heard worse,� Todd shrugged. �You okay,
Tabs? How the Hell�d
you get down here?� He helped her as she
struggled to sit up, her hiss of pain a clear indication that her journey there
had not been a pleasant one.
�Down
where?� she muttered, pushing a stray blonde curl out of her face. There was a brief hesitant, then her eyes widened
and her breath caught in her throat. �Lucas! Where�s Lucas?�
Rogue had
to grab for her former roommate�s arm as she swayed to her feet. �Don�t move too fast,� she warned. �You�re probably pretty dizzy��
�Where the
fuck is my son?� Tabby demanded again, her voice ratcheting up a notch in
growing hysteria. She twisted from Rogue�s
grasp, tumbling into Todd�s chest in the process. �Leggo
of me! Where�s my son?�
Todd shot
Rogue a panicked glance. �I don�t know�
we just found you down here� I don�t even know how I got down here!�
�Minerva,�
Rogue spat. �She led me down here to
you. To both of you, it looks like�� She shook her head as if clearing cobwebs
from her thoughts. �Why the fuck��
Tabby was
gulping for air, trying not to sob openly. �Mystique came for me. She told me she�d take me to Wanda. I thought maybe� maybe Wanda�d
gone back to the Brotherhood for sure, you know? I had Lucas when I left� I had him in his
carrier on my back� He was crying when
we got to the car and I was gonna get his bottle out of the bag then�� She cried jaggedly then, unable to hold back,
her words falling like stones as she tried to control her volume. �Then I don�t know! I just don�t know!�
Rogue
sighed. �Okay, listen, we can�t do
anything standing in the boathouse cellar.
Let�s go up and find someone� we�ll find Professor Xavier and maybe he
can fire up Cerebro��
Tabby was
crying so hard she was almost gagging, leaning on Todd for support. He looked panicked himself, struggling to
hold her up as she tried to break away. �Tabby, breathe, girl! Damn it� Rogue,
where�s the door?� The trio managed down
the hall, Rogue leading the way carefully and slowly as Todd tried to keep the
now fully hysterical Tabby moving. She
was near hyperventilating and it was making him panic, trying to think of ways
to deal with it, trying to remember the tiny smidge of first aid he was taught
in fifth grade swimming lessons. After what seemed like an eternity, Rogue
grunted and cursed, shoving open the cellar door, sending a small cascade of
dirty and snow onto her head. �Here,
grab her elbow� Todd muttered, shoving Tabby forward and sighing in relief as
his arm started to regain feeling.
They struggled
her out onto the grounds, panting and trying to blink away the bright
sunlight. It was Tabby who noticed the tableau first,
rolling onto her stomach, still crying, rivulets of tears and snot marring her usually
pixie-ish face.
�What the fuck is that?�
Rogue sat
up, her jaw dropping. �Holy fuck on a
pogo stick��
�Jono�s gonna get his ass killed,� Todd opined, his eyes
going wide. �What the fuck is he doing?�
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