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Blueshift Chapter Seventy One (Epilogue, of sorts) (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
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* Morgan: Evil, you are… ;)
Readers/Reviewers: There’s one chapter after this but it’s going to be
smut so… wheeee, lol.
Thanks for reading and reviewing as you can.
Todd
pressed his forehead to the window and winced as it slipped a bit. The car was
too hot for his liking and he felt nauseated.
Rogue was leaning against him, pressing against his arm, and he thought
that maybe if he could get her to move, he could breathe a bit easier. He almost longed for the cold of the basement
or the police station. He did not have
the heart to tell Rogue to budge, though.
He wanted her closeness and decided he could deal with the heat. “Do you think,” he said after what seemed to
be an interminable silence, “Lance is really gonna stay with the Brotherhood?”
Rogue
sighed, noting Amara’s stiff posture in the front seat. “Dunno… I’m more worried about where we’re
gonna live. Jono
took out half the bedrooms.” She shifted
on her own then, without Todd’s prompting, and looked mournfully at the
mansion. “Guess we’re gonna share rooms.
Again.”
Logan,
in the driver’s seat, made an inarticulate growling noise. “Professor just got done havin’
those new rooms added on… he ain’t made of money.” He bit down hard on his unlit cigar, gritting
his teeth and setting his jaw against the spill of bittersweet tobacco as the
paper broke. “Damn.” He glanced at his charges, the station wagon
full to the point of being just this side of illegal. There had been a thick silence over them all
since the Shi’ar had departed so hastily, leaving confusion in their wake. Professor Xavier had not even spoken to them
as he was wont to do after incidents and missions. Instead, he had removed himself into the
Institute proper, secluding himself in the mostly-undamaged upstairs
study. “We need to get on the road if we’re
gonna do this,” he said after a brief pause.
“You all sure?”
Paige, in
the back seat, nodded. “It was the plan
all along, right? I mean…” She sighed
and glanced at the lopsided mansion. “Yes,
we’re sure.”
Logan
nodded curtly. “Right. We’ll stop at noon
for lunch and bathroom breaks. We’ll be in Boston
before long.”
Professor
Xavier could see Lilandra’s fear without even looking
at her. He could feel it like a
fluttering bird in his hands, beating hard wings against his chest and throat,
trying to break free. Jean was seated
across from him, sweating profusely, murmuring under her breath, apparently
suffering from the same problem but not handling it as well. “Don’t try to block it, Jean,” he said
aloud. “Let it come. Blocking it will cause your systems to try
and shut down to protect you. Know that
it’s an acceptable emotion and it is not your own but you are a facilitator…”
“That,” she
whimpered, “isn’t the problem. I feel
sick…” She doubled over, clutching at her stomach, retching dryly. “Where’s Scott?” she gasped after a
moment. “I need Scott…”
Professor
Xavier moved forward carefully. He could
feel the handful of remaining students moving in the house around them, Storm
organizing them into clean up crews, some of them afraid still and others, the
older ones, he knew, just aggravated. He
could not feel Emma any more and knew she had cut off the world to live in her
own head for a bit. This bothered him because he knew what havoc that could
wreak with the mind, especially a mind such as hers, but he did not try to
contact her again just yet. “Jean, look
at me,” he ordered kindly. “Tell me what
you feel.”
“Can’t you
tell?” she panted. “God, it’s so hot in
here…” She fell to her side, curling
onto the short sofa and closing her eyes.
“I think I have the flu or something… My head… it feels like it’s full
of people. I can’t… I can’t block them
out anymore… I don’t know what to do!”
He froze,
her dread and panic finally seeping into him.
He felt a wave of heat roll over him, settling at the base of his spine
and seeping through his veins. “Jean,
sit up. We need to go see Beast.”
“No,” she
sighed. “Not now… later…”
“Jean,” he
began, only to draw back, nearly oversetting his wheelchair when her eyes
opened and pure black orbs stared up at him.
“Not. Now.”
He moved
away, watching her rest. For once in his
life, he was not sure what to do, he had no options to give. He closed his own eyes then and blocked out
Lilandra. _I can’t help you now, _ he
thought. _I can’t help you. _
Kitty
waited for it. She knew it would
come. She sat on the bed in the
infirmary and stared at the eye chart with it’s array of letters and shapes and
waited. She was cold and smelled like
burnt electronics and dust. She wanted
to shower but first, she knew, she had to wait for her to come.
“Aikaterine…”
“Tell me
what you want then go away.”
Minerva
stepped into her line of vision, looking tired and almost maternal. “Don’t be so curt with me,” she chided. “I’ve come to express my deepest sympathies
at the horrible week you’ve had. It was
not our intent to put you through this and in fact…”
“Our
intent,” Kitty repeated, finally meeting Minerva’s eyes. “Who is ‘our’ and what was your intent in the
first place? I don’t even know what to
think when it comes to you. Am I going
crazy? Is this some really elaborate
trick? Amara sees you guys too so maybe
she and I are both insane. Maybe it’s
ergot poisoning…”[1]
Minerva
clucked her tongue reprovingly. “I am as real as you are, Aikaterine.
I was chosen to come to you because you
are intelligent… I favor that in my followers.”
“I’m
Jewish,” she sighed. “What do I have to do?
Print it up on a card and hand it out to you people? I only believe in one God and it’s not you.” She slid to her feet wearily and found that
she was actually not that much shorter than Minerva, despite her first
impressions. “If you’re one of those…
those things… the ones that want mutants dead, you’re out of luck. Doctor Raimi set
your destruct cycle. You can’t go on
without the injections. You can’t live
off blood otherwise you would’ve tried getting it from us by now.”
“How do you
know I’m not getting it from elsewhere?” Minerva asked idly. “I do not want you or anyone dead. Shiva recommended you to me, actually, as I
told you before. Things are changing, Aikaterine. They’re
changing fast. There will be a time soon when the ways of wisdom and silence
are forgotten in favor of things that are shiny and new. You’re one of the few that will miss the old
ways…” She trailed off, looking heavenwards as if she were listening to someone
on the floor above them. “No, not few…
but you will be one of the ones who helps stave off the change.”
“Things
change. If you don’t change, you die,” Kitty snapped glumly. “Leave me alone.”
“We had
hoped we could stop this Shi’ar madness[2]
before it even reached this point,” Minerva sighed, folding her arms across her
stomach as if she were cold. “Aikaterine, know this before I leave you here… it isn’t
over. The Shi’ar have decided this place
is worth their energy to exploit. You
are not the same as the other humans and this is something valuable to
them. The mutants are…a great resource
for these beings. We tried to help and
we did poorly. Mars is mad as a hatter and Amara’s ravings do nothing to help.
He believes her and thinks he can start worship again but…” she shook her head
and changed tacks. “Aikaterine,
I will do as you ask and leave you alone just promise me one thing…”
“I don’t
have to promise you anything,” she said bluntly.
As if she
had not heard, Minerva continued. “When
the time comes, which it will soon, you will use your head. You won’t let bloodlust overtake common sense…”
“What?”
Kitty blinked and jerked back as Minerva reached for her, the cool hand of the
other woman surprising her as it brushed her cheek. “What are you talking about?”
“Kitty, who
are you talking to?”
The
teenager turned to find Beast staring at her from his office door. “Uh… just…just
talking to myself. Trying to sort things out,” she shrugged, her face coloring
scarlet.
“Lay down a
bit longer,” he said slowly, narrowing his eyes as if he could divine the
nature of her troubles with a look. “You’ve
had a rough day, to put it mildly.”
She nodded
and climbed back into the bed, pulling the thin sheet over her legs and closing
her eyes. After a minute or two, she head
Beast return to his office and she opened her eyes again. Her stomach turned in knots, her brain
working a mile a minute. _I wish I had
never let Jamie borrow that telescope, _she sighed inwardly. _What difference does it make, though? They would have come anyway, wouldn’t
they? They would have come but we would
have had less preparation… _ She thought
of her astrophysics class that semester then, the wrinkled professor who
appeared to be something between male and female pacing before the room full of
students, their reedy voice reciting vocabulary. _Blueshift[3], _
Kitty thought, _things coming together whether they want to or not… _
“Liebes?”
Her eyes
flew open then and she sat up quickly, swaying slightly as the blood rushed
from her brain and to the rest of her body.
“Kurt, I thought you’d gone with Logan and them to Boston
for the day…”
“Nein… I’m
riding with Banshee and Theresa… They’re waiting to see if you want to come.” He looked worried, his wide eyes taking in
Kitty’s pale face and disheveled hair. “Liebes?”
“I’ll come,”
she sighed. She ignored the dusting of
white powder on the floor and bed, sliding to her feet again and reaching for
her jeans. “I just need a minute to get
dressed.”
“Are you
sure? I’ll stay here with you if you
want to just rest…”
“No, I’m
sure. I don’t want to stay here
today. It’s too different.” She buttoned her pants and looked up at Kurt
to find his eyes sad, his posture one of dejection. “You okay, sweetie?”
“Ja, fine… I know what you mean though. It’s been changing for a while, hasn’t
it? Things change and move apart like…
like…”
“Yeah, like
that. Come on,” she sighed. “Let’s get going. Don’t want to make them wait.”
A/N Next chapter is smut, plain and simple. Then the new fic starts and we find out where Lucas is, where Forge is,
Jubilee and Remy too… and what’s up with Mark? Why hasn’t the rest of his
luggage shown up yet?
[1] Ergot
poisoning is one of the suggested and likely causes for the Salem
witch panic. http://www.hbci.com/~wenonah/history/ergot.htm
[2] Doctor
Nightfall used that phrase once and it made me giggle. I’ve been trying to work it in ever
since.
[3] http://www.astro.virginia.edu/~jh8h/glossary/blueshift.htm
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