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9
PERFECTLY NORMAL CHAPTER NINE
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVETM, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta...*sends warm blankets* InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink, Dracena and Greywolf are loverly and wondermous for archiving/hosting. ProPhile: *etoile d'or* Morgan: *STALK* Readers/Reviewers: Thank you so much for reading and reviewing as you can! I'm going to work on another fic for another 'verse tomorrow, something I'm behind on, so you may not get an update for this one.
“Just close your eyes and take a deep breath.”
Professor Xavier nodded faintly, feeling somewhat groggy from the mild sedative he had been given. He could not feel what they were doing to his leg, just clinical detachment over his state of undress and a tinge of nervous apprehension because he knew what was to come, knew what the doctors were thinking. He felt the movement in his spine, the nurse moving his leg so the doctor could access the vein. He closed his eyes and blew out a sharp breath before they could tell him to, not feeling the pain the same way as a person with full use of their limbs would, but still feeling profound discomfort.
Weird guy, even for a mutant. What's the deal with that school, anyway? He's treated like he's the Messiah of mutantdom...
If he's so superpowerful, why can't he just use his telekinesis to walk? “Everything looks normal so far, Professor Xavier.”
He smiled tightly, wondering if now would be the appropriate moment for rejoinder or if he should just save it for later. A jab of pain in his chest [1] decided for him, making him gasp and his eyes water. His lips parted and he blinked rapidly, unable to form the word he wanted to express the pain and shock in his system. He had known, academically, what would happen but in practice, this was completely different.
“Professor Xavier,” the cardiologist said in a calm, loud voice, “are you feeling any significant chest pain?”
Looking up at the half-face of the man wearing the blue surgical mask, Professor Xavier managed weakly, “I tend to think any chest pain is significant these days.”
That earned a mild chuckle from some members of the team standing at their stations around the room. “Is it bearable though? It's important that you tell me.” The machines beeped steadily on, registering changes in blood pressure and heart rate, all within normal range. “It's...bearable,” he breathed, exhaling and visualizing the pain being carried away on his breath. “Almost finished?” He knew the answer already but just wanted to keep talking. So long as I'm talking, I'm alive and not trapped in a shell of myself...
“Almost, Professor.”
“Please,” he said quietly, “call me Charles.”
“Um...”
“Miss Pryde? Do I need to rephrase the question?”
Kitty blinked owlishly at the interviewer, a student barely older than herself, and shook her head. She had been staring at the clock behind him on the wall, mentally tracking the Professor's progress through surgery. Logan was up at the hospital with him, as was Warren. He had not wanted the students there. She could guess why. “Um, yes please.” She could hear one of the interviewers friends, off camera, murmuring into a hand held recorder about her being distracted and making a note to ask her about it later. I can play dumb just as well as any other woman out there, she thought snidely. See what answer you get...
“Do you find it difficult to attend classes in the same place you live? We are given to understand that, this semester, you have been taking classes at a university off site but return here often for,” he paused and checked his notes. “Personal reasons.” His smile was almost condescending, almost vulpine.
“I don't find it to be a problem,” she replied coolly, drawing her back up straight and refusing to tug at her pony tail, no matter how badly she wanted to reach up and do it. “The classrooms are not near the bedrooms and we have a clearly defined schedule as to when and where our coursework is done.”
He made a noncommittal noise and flipped through his notes some more. “What about relationships?”
“What about them?” She felt a tiny spark of nervous fear in her belly and had a sickening feeling about what was coming. I will kill whoever told them this. I will kill them dead, resurrect them and kill them again... Twice.
“Apparently it's no secret that you enjoy quite a bit of sexual freedom with one Kurt Wagner here on campus, your escapades leading you to be caught more than once in closets, hallways, bedrooms, bathrooms...” he paused, raising a brow. “You two certainly seem to get around.”
Kitty felt her face suffuse with color and her hands start to shake. Behind her, she heard Kurt choke and sputter, the words sticking in his throat. She stood, her fingers curled into fists and the baleful eye of the camera on her every move. “That is none of your business. This is supposed to be about the school, not the sex lives of consenting adults under law.”
“Ah, well, part of the rumors circulating about this school is that there is quite a bit of sex, both legal and underaged, going on.” The interviewer stood, towering over Kitty as he tucked his notepad under his arm. “Your name came up first.”
“Look,” she began, then took a deep breath and marshaled her temper. The Professor wants this to make us look good. He needs this to make us look good for the general public. Behave! She sat down slowly, exhaling until she was dizzy. “The rumors you heard are grossly exaggerated,” she said smoothly, knowing that her mini-outburst would not be edited out as she fervently prayed it would be. “Sexual experimentation occurs in all high schools the world over. It's part of the development process of the human animal, the seeking and discovery of sexuality.” She smiled sweetly and crossed her ankles. “Next?”
________________________________________________________________ [1] http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Angioplasty ________________________________________________________________
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVETM, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta...*sends warm blankets* InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink, Dracena and Greywolf are loverly and wondermous for archiving/hosting. ProPhile: *etoile d'or* Morgan: *STALK* Readers/Reviewers: Thank you so much for reading and reviewing as you can! I'm going to work on another fic for another 'verse tomorrow, something I'm behind on, so you may not get an update for this one.
“Just close your eyes and take a deep breath.”
Professor Xavier nodded faintly, feeling somewhat groggy from the mild sedative he had been given. He could not feel what they were doing to his leg, just clinical detachment over his state of undress and a tinge of nervous apprehension because he knew what was to come, knew what the doctors were thinking. He felt the movement in his spine, the nurse moving his leg so the doctor could access the vein. He closed his eyes and blew out a sharp breath before they could tell him to, not feeling the pain the same way as a person with full use of their limbs would, but still feeling profound discomfort.
Weird guy, even for a mutant. What's the deal with that school, anyway? He's treated like he's the Messiah of mutantdom...
If he's so superpowerful, why can't he just use his telekinesis to walk? “Everything looks normal so far, Professor Xavier.”
He smiled tightly, wondering if now would be the appropriate moment for rejoinder or if he should just save it for later. A jab of pain in his chest [1] decided for him, making him gasp and his eyes water. His lips parted and he blinked rapidly, unable to form the word he wanted to express the pain and shock in his system. He had known, academically, what would happen but in practice, this was completely different.
“Professor Xavier,” the cardiologist said in a calm, loud voice, “are you feeling any significant chest pain?”
Looking up at the half-face of the man wearing the blue surgical mask, Professor Xavier managed weakly, “I tend to think any chest pain is significant these days.”
That earned a mild chuckle from some members of the team standing at their stations around the room. “Is it bearable though? It's important that you tell me.” The machines beeped steadily on, registering changes in blood pressure and heart rate, all within normal range. “It's...bearable,” he breathed, exhaling and visualizing the pain being carried away on his breath. “Almost finished?” He knew the answer already but just wanted to keep talking. So long as I'm talking, I'm alive and not trapped in a shell of myself...
“Almost, Professor.”
“Please,” he said quietly, “call me Charles.”
“Um...”
“Miss Pryde? Do I need to rephrase the question?”
Kitty blinked owlishly at the interviewer, a student barely older than herself, and shook her head. She had been staring at the clock behind him on the wall, mentally tracking the Professor's progress through surgery. Logan was up at the hospital with him, as was Warren. He had not wanted the students there. She could guess why. “Um, yes please.” She could hear one of the interviewers friends, off camera, murmuring into a hand held recorder about her being distracted and making a note to ask her about it later. I can play dumb just as well as any other woman out there, she thought snidely. See what answer you get...
“Do you find it difficult to attend classes in the same place you live? We are given to understand that, this semester, you have been taking classes at a university off site but return here often for,” he paused and checked his notes. “Personal reasons.” His smile was almost condescending, almost vulpine.
“I don't find it to be a problem,” she replied coolly, drawing her back up straight and refusing to tug at her pony tail, no matter how badly she wanted to reach up and do it. “The classrooms are not near the bedrooms and we have a clearly defined schedule as to when and where our coursework is done.”
He made a noncommittal noise and flipped through his notes some more. “What about relationships?”
“What about them?” She felt a tiny spark of nervous fear in her belly and had a sickening feeling about what was coming. I will kill whoever told them this. I will kill them dead, resurrect them and kill them again... Twice.
“Apparently it's no secret that you enjoy quite a bit of sexual freedom with one Kurt Wagner here on campus, your escapades leading you to be caught more than once in closets, hallways, bedrooms, bathrooms...” he paused, raising a brow. “You two certainly seem to get around.”
Kitty felt her face suffuse with color and her hands start to shake. Behind her, she heard Kurt choke and sputter, the words sticking in his throat. She stood, her fingers curled into fists and the baleful eye of the camera on her every move. “That is none of your business. This is supposed to be about the school, not the sex lives of consenting adults under law.”
“Ah, well, part of the rumors circulating about this school is that there is quite a bit of sex, both legal and underaged, going on.” The interviewer stood, towering over Kitty as he tucked his notepad under his arm. “Your name came up first.”
“Look,” she began, then took a deep breath and marshaled her temper. The Professor wants this to make us look good. He needs this to make us look good for the general public. Behave! She sat down slowly, exhaling until she was dizzy. “The rumors you heard are grossly exaggerated,” she said smoothly, knowing that her mini-outburst would not be edited out as she fervently prayed it would be. “Sexual experimentation occurs in all high schools the world over. It's part of the development process of the human animal, the seeking and discovery of sexuality.” She smiled sweetly and crossed her ankles. “Next?”
________________________________________________________________ [1] http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Angioplasty ________________________________________________________________