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Persistence of Memory Chapter Ten (NC-17)
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going as evil ducks… (Can you
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gave me. TWO ideas, actually…
Logan’s
ears were still ringing with Siryn’s scream as everyone gathered in a loose,
addled huddle in the foyer. “What,” he
said to Beast, a little louder than was his wont, “the fuck was that?”
“Logan!”
Beast frowned deeply. “Being in pain is
no excuse…”
“Screw the
excuses! What was that?”
The
students were watching the conversation like a tennis match and Kitty would
have laughed out loud if her ears weren’t ringing so much that they hurt. “Logan,” she said thinly, “Rahne said it was
the new girl.”
“New girl?”
he demanded, turning until he found Rahne.
“I didn’t sign in any new people!”
“I did,”
Banshee said quietly, looking strangely guilty. “I asked Jean and Scott to go get her last night. It was a bit of a last minute thing…”
“How the Hell
did they get the jet out without me noticing?”
“I…um…had
Forge monkey with the security devices…”
“How many
days ago was this?” Logan growled, his eyes closingantianticipation of the
answer.
“Actually,”
Banshee’s face reddened.
“Wait,”
Logan sighed. “Let me guess. It was early yesterday afternoon, after I
brought the last bunch back from their little field trip into town for school
supplies.”
Banshee
nodded. “Sorry.”
“Because of
you,” Logan snarled, mindless of the young people around him, advancing on
Banshee as if he were stalking him, “someone got onto the grounds. Someone nearly got into the house last
night!”
Banshee’s
eyes widened. Kitty felt moved to
defend the man. “Kurt and I stopped
Pietro before he could do anything.”
Rogue’s
ears perked up. “Pietro? How’d you know it was him?”
Todd
muttered, “Why do you care?” but no one paid him any mind.
“I got part
of his uniform,” Kitty explained.
“WAS?” Kurt still could not hear clearly, catching
one word out of ten through the ringing in his ears. “Katzchen, what’s going on?”
Jean, foamy
toothbrush still clutched in her hand and scrubs askew, told him
telepathically, New girl. She has powers similar to Banshee’s and
something scared her…
Kurt nodded
slowly. “Wunderbar. Another one.”
Logan
motioned for them all to be quiet.
“What’s so all fired important that you had to sneak this kid onto the
grounds?”
Banshee
could not look at Logan directly. “I
don’t want to say just now. It’s too
new.”
Logan and
Beast exchanged glances. It was clear
that this was something serious, that whatever the nature of the emergency that
brought the psionically gifted girl to their protection involved Banshee
intimately. “Okay. School.
Right. Bayville kids,
garage. Institute only, class. Now.
Storm’s in the greenhouse for the biology kids and everyone else, Danger
Room.” He looked at Kitty again. “You’re bleeding. So are you and you and you…”
He jerked his thumb in the direction of the infirmary. “You’re not going anywhere. Go with Beast.”
Kitty’s
mouth worked in mute protest and she looked askance at Kurt. He shrugged and mouthed, “Sorry!” She just frowned at him and followed Beast,
Rahne and Jamie towards the infirmary.
“Herr Logan,” he said, swaying slightly on his feet. “I don’t want to do this but…”
“Kitty’s gonna try to skip
school and go see the Professor to see if she can find out if he’s the victim
of some conspiracy?” At Kurt’s
wide-eyed look, Logan shrugged. “Acute hearing, Elf. I was just in the next room and her voice carries like you
wouldn’t believe.”
At the
memory of their numerous, rather noisy lovemaking sessions in various rooms of
the house when they thought they were alone, Kurt shuddered. “Noted.”
He glanced towards the straggling Lance and Todd, both trying to hear
what was being said and failing miserably.
“Logan, she did find something. rea read it…”
Logan’s
face tightened into an expression of disapproval. “Don’t go snoopin’, Kid. You might not like what you’ll find.”
“What are
you talking about?”
“Go to
school. You’ve got a test to take. Kitty won’t be there today.”
Kurt was
left alone in the foyer, mind abuzz with possibilities and protests, until the
sharp sound of a car horn startled him from his reverie. “I’m coming! Hold your horses!” he shouted, porting onto the circular
drive. Lance sat behind the wheel of
the car, next to a glaring Amara. Rogue
and Todd took up the back seat, Todd sprawling like a pouting child and Rogue
sending off chilly vibes. “Um… Scoot
over?” Kurt asked hopefully. Rogue and
Todd had a brief, snarling communication and finally Todd made room for
Kurt. Today’s just going to be
fantastic…
His
negative view was reinforced when he reached his locker to find Amanda Sefton
waiting, eyes red and puffy from crying.
“Kurt!” she wailed, flinging herself at him for a hug. “He broke up with me!”
“Huh?”
“Paolo! He broke up with me because he had to go
back to Italy!”
Kurt patted
her back stiltedly. “Uh…there, there?”
he offered. “Maybe he couldn’t handle
such long distance?”
Amanda
sobbed anew. “He said…” she paused to
sniffle, “he said he loved me!” The way
she said it made the vowels in “Loved” draw out to impossibly long syles. es. “He’s a liar!”
Kurt
winced. “Amanda, he just…” He sighed.
“I don’t know. Look, can we talk
about this at lunch? Please?”
She looked
hurt anew. “Fine. If I was Kitty, you’d drop everything for
me!” she accused him before stomping off.
He banged
his head gently on his locker. “Please
let that be the worst of it.”
“Mister
Wagner…”
Only one
person in the states would say his name correctly. Slowly, with a rising feeling of dread, he turned to face Miss
Blau. “Hello…” It was not the woman he was expecting.
“Principal
Darkholme,” she said smoothly.
“Hello
Principal Darkholme,” he responded.
“Um…?”
“Come into my office,
Kurt. We need to have a little chat.”
“You didn’t
get it.”
“I didn’t
get it.”
“Interesting…” Magneto was not hooked to his intravenous
line today. He paced freely, looking
only slightly haggard. “Why do you
think that is?”
“Someone…Kitty…she
caught me before I could get the window open…”
“No,”[1]
Magneto rounded on Pietro, scaring him into standing still. “You failed because you were not fast
enough.”
Pietro
blinked in surprise. “I’m always
fast enough.” I have to be…it’s what
I do!
“Then why
was she able to catch you?”
“Le “Let me try
again! I’ll do it now! While they’re at school!”
“School…yes…why
aren’t you there?”
“I…I…”
“I will not
have a son who is a dropout. I already
have a daughter,” he spat the word like it was venom, “who is a disgrace.” With a note of finality about his actions,
Magneto sat in the massive leather armchair beneath the picture window in his
office. “I have already made
arrangements for the items retrieval.
There is still a way,” he added, smiling at Pietro’s obvious
disappointment, “for you to redeem yourself to me.”
“Yes?” Pietro questioned
sullenly, trying not to let it show.
“Come
closer…”
“You’re
kidding.” She had been pronounced,
pressing the heating pad a little more tightly to her ear.[2] “He’s coming home?”
Beast
smiled, misinterpreting Kitty’s disbelief.
“Logan and Storm are on their way to pick him up right now. Now, let me look at that ear again.”
Rahne
whimpered in her sleep on a nearby cot, one hand going up to pat at her
ear. Beast had declared them all
relatively healthy but wanted them to stay in the infirmary for a bit longer, “just
in case.” “What’s with her?” Jamie
asked, eyeing his girlfriend. “Why’s
she so sleepy?”
Beast
frowned. “I don’t think she slept much
last night…”
Jamie was
acutely awof tof two sets of eyes turning on him curiously. “What?
I was in bed by ten! Alone!” Damn it.
Kitty’s
expression wavered between incredulous and dismissive. “So the Professor’s okay?” she finally
asked, turning the topic back to the original thread. “I mean…that’s it? He
passed out for about two days and bada bing, he’s fine?”
Beast
busied himself with organizing a tray of tools. “I’m going to give you each some ibuprofen and later on, after
you’ve had a chance for it to kick in, I’m going to be placing a patch, of
sorts, over the torn membrane.”
“Will it
hurt?” Jamie asked, his voice just a little fearful. He checked to make sure Rahne was still asleep before saying
confidingly, “I have a very low threshold for pain…”
Beast
smiled. “It’ll be fine, I promise.”
“ “Beast,”
Kitty whinged, “you’re avoiding my question!”
“There
will,” he said neutrally, his expression matching his tone, “of course be some
complications…”
“With my
ear?” Jamie asked, eyes wide.
“With the Professor?”
Kitty demanded at the same time.
Beast
sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, wondering if he should cancel his
lunch plans with Cecilia or just sally forth.
“No, Jamie. Yes, Kitty.” One massive hand went up in a “stop” gesture
to stem the flow of any forthcoming questions.
“I need to makre Ire I have enough of the mending material. Stay here for just a moment,” he ordered,
lumbering from the room.
Kitty
fought the urge and lost, sticking her tongue out at Beast’s retreating
back. “Why do they keep acting like
there’s something to hide?”
“Huh?”
“Nothing,”
she sighed, slumping in her seat. “Nothing,
Jamie.”
“Kitty…” He sounded a little angry, even to his own
ears. Or ear. “I thought you were the one one who’d treat me like an
adult. Well, you and Jubes, when she’s
not all stressy.”
“I’m not
treating you like you’re a kid, Jamie!”
“I might
only be fifteen[3], but I’m not
stupid. And I’m not that much younger
than you. I want to know what’s going
on, why my friend is so upset about something.”
Kitty
winced. “I’m not trying to treat you
like a kid, Jamie. I’m just really
worried about the Professor. I think
something’s weird about his…illness…and I think they’re keeping something from
me. From us.”
Jamie’s
eyes lit up. “You should’ve said
something to me yesterday!”
“What?” Kitty slid off the table and crossed to him
quickly. “What do you know?”
“Sure, now
you want me to be all adult and talk…”
“Jamie!”
“I’ll tell
you if you tell me something.”
Kitty
narrowed her eyes. Her ear throbbed now
that she had taken off the heating pad and she was doing her best to ignore it,
but she found herself wishing that Jamie would hurry up so she could get some
relief again. “You first.”
Jamie seemed to be on the
verge of refusing, but instead sighed. “Why
is Rahne acting so distant with me lately?”
Kitty
wilted a little. “Oh.”
“I mean…girls
talk, right? Didn’t she…hasn’t she…Has
she said anything? Is she mad at
me? Did I do something wrong?”
Kitty
sighed. “Jamie, it’s not you. It’s her.”
She knew Rahne was upset, still angry with herself for the poorly timed
and ill-chosen jab of the kiss with Sam.
“She’s just very upset that she tried to make you jealous. She feels bad that she did that with Sam,
just to get at you…”
“I was mad,
too,” Jamie said quietly. “But I’m okay
now. I mean, she and I talked and
everything!”
Kitty
looked over at Rahne and noticed that she was still apparently sleeping, but
her breathing was virtually stopped. She’s
listening in…great. “Maybe you need
to talk again.”
“Do you
think she likes Sam better than me?” Jamie straightened. “Do you think I should beat him up or
something?”
Kitty shook
her head vehemently. “I don’t think you should beat Sam up. I think you should talk to Rahne. I’m sure she’ll explain everything.”
Jamie
looked so sad it hurt Kitty to look at him.
“That’s what I’m afraid of.” He
fell silent for a long time and Kitty was not sure if she should ask about what
he knew, about the Professor’s incident.
Finally, he looked up at her and said flatly, “The Professor was using
Cerebro when it happened. I was looking
for Storm because I accidentally broke one of her potted plants and wanted to
tell her before she found it and got mad and stuff. They were bringing him out of Cerebro and there was something
wrong with his head.”
“I know
that,” Kitty sighed. “He fainted from it.”
“No,” Jamie
corrected her. “His actual head. Like burn marks or something. It was all red. Like a sunburn!”
Kitty tried
to remember how the Professor had looked when she saw him being taken out but
found she could not. She had been so
wrought up by the situation that details were escaping her. “Thank you, Jamie,” she murmured as Beast
returned. “And I’m sure Rahne will be
fine in a few days.”
“I hope so,”
he sighed, looking over at his “sleeping” girlfriend. “I just want her to be happy.”
Rahne
whimpered.
[1] For some
reason, in my head, it sounds and looks like Hannibal Lechter.
[2] http://www.ohiohealth.com/healthreference/reference/6431C594-9F82-4659-AC4BD625ADA682FD.htm
All you ever wanted to know about the
treatment of ruptured eardrums.
[3] Yes, I know he’s
older than in the series…deal with it or move on.
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and delightful for archiving. J ProPhile gets sparkly pink things for the
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them dress up for Samhain. They’re
going as evil ducks… (Can you
tell this is my favorite sabbat? *g
*) Preemptive yay for Samhain! And extra huggles to Jubilee for an idea she
gave me. TWO ideas, actually…
Logan’s
ears were still ringing with Siryn’s scream as everyone gathered in a loose,
addled huddle in the foyer. “What,” he
said to Beast, a little louder than was his wont, “the fuck was that?”
“Logan!”
Beast frowned deeply. “Being in pain is
no excuse…”
“Screw the
excuses! What was that?”
The
students were watching the conversation like a tennis match and Kitty would
have laughed out loud if her ears weren’t ringing so much that they hurt. “Logan,” she said thinly, “Rahne said it was
the new girl.”
“New girl?”
he demanded, turning until he found Rahne.
“I didn’t sign in any new people!”
“I did,”
Banshee said quietly, looking strangely guilty. “I asked Jean and Scott to go get her last night. It was a bit of a last minute thing…”
“How the Hell
did they get the jet out without me noticing?”
“I…um…had
Forge monkey with the security devices…”
“How many
days ago was this?” Logan growled, his eyes closingantianticipation of the
answer.
“Actually,”
Banshee’s face reddened.
“Wait,”
Logan sighed. “Let me guess. It was early yesterday afternoon, after I
brought the last bunch back from their little field trip into town for school
supplies.”
Banshee
nodded. “Sorry.”
“Because of
you,” Logan snarled, mindless of the young people around him, advancing on
Banshee as if he were stalking him, “someone got onto the grounds. Someone nearly got into the house last
night!”
Banshee’s
eyes widened. Kitty felt moved to
defend the man. “Kurt and I stopped
Pietro before he could do anything.”
Rogue’s
ears perked up. “Pietro? How’d you know it was him?”
Todd
muttered, “Why do you care?” but no one paid him any mind.
“I got part
of his uniform,” Kitty explained.
“WAS?” Kurt still could not hear clearly, catching
one word out of ten through the ringing in his ears. “Katzchen, what’s going on?”
Jean, foamy
toothbrush still clutched in her hand and scrubs askew, told him
telepathically, New girl. She has powers similar to Banshee’s and
something scared her…
Kurt nodded
slowly. “Wunderbar. Another one.”
Logan
motioned for them all to be quiet.
“What’s so all fired important that you had to sneak this kid onto the
grounds?”
Banshee
could not look at Logan directly. “I
don’t want to say just now. It’s too
new.”
Logan and
Beast exchanged glances. It was clear
that this was something serious, that whatever the nature of the emergency that
brought the psionically gifted girl to their protection involved Banshee
intimately. “Okay. School.
Right. Bayville kids,
garage. Institute only, class. Now.
Storm’s in the greenhouse for the biology kids and everyone else, Danger
Room.” He looked at Kitty again. “You’re bleeding. So are you and you and you…”
He jerked his thumb in the direction of the infirmary. “You’re not going anywhere. Go with Beast.”
Kitty’s
mouth worked in mute protest and she looked askance at Kurt. He shrugged and mouthed, “Sorry!” She just frowned at him and followed Beast,
Rahne and Jamie towards the infirmary.
“Herr Logan,” he said, swaying slightly on his feet. “I don’t want to do this but…”
“Kitty’s gonna try to skip
school and go see the Professor to see if she can find out if he’s the victim
of some conspiracy?” At Kurt’s
wide-eyed look, Logan shrugged. “Acute hearing, Elf. I was just in the next room and her voice carries like you
wouldn’t believe.”
At the
memory of their numerous, rather noisy lovemaking sessions in various rooms of
the house when they thought they were alone, Kurt shuddered. “Noted.”
He glanced towards the straggling Lance and Todd, both trying to hear
what was being said and failing miserably.
“Logan, she did find something. rea read it…”
Logan’s
face tightened into an expression of disapproval. “Don’t go snoopin’, Kid. You might not like what you’ll find.”
“What are
you talking about?”
“Go to
school. You’ve got a test to take. Kitty won’t be there today.”
Kurt was
left alone in the foyer, mind abuzz with possibilities and protests, until the
sharp sound of a car horn startled him from his reverie. “I’m coming! Hold your horses!” he shouted, porting onto the circular
drive. Lance sat behind the wheel of
the car, next to a glaring Amara. Rogue
and Todd took up the back seat, Todd sprawling like a pouting child and Rogue
sending off chilly vibes. “Um… Scoot
over?” Kurt asked hopefully. Rogue and
Todd had a brief, snarling communication and finally Todd made room for
Kurt. Today’s just going to be
fantastic…
His
negative view was reinforced when he reached his locker to find Amanda Sefton
waiting, eyes red and puffy from crying.
“Kurt!” she wailed, flinging herself at him for a hug. “He broke up with me!”
“Huh?”
“Paolo! He broke up with me because he had to go
back to Italy!”
Kurt patted
her back stiltedly. “Uh…there, there?”
he offered. “Maybe he couldn’t handle
such long distance?”
Amanda
sobbed anew. “He said…” she paused to
sniffle, “he said he loved me!” The way
she said it made the vowels in “Loved” draw out to impossibly long syles. es. “He’s a liar!”
Kurt
winced. “Amanda, he just…” He sighed.
“I don’t know. Look, can we talk
about this at lunch? Please?”
She looked
hurt anew. “Fine. If I was Kitty, you’d drop everything for
me!” she accused him before stomping off.
He banged
his head gently on his locker. “Please
let that be the worst of it.”
“Mister
Wagner…”
Only one
person in the states would say his name correctly. Slowly, with a rising feeling of dread, he turned to face Miss
Blau. “Hello…” It was not the woman he was expecting.
“Principal
Darkholme,” she said smoothly.
“Hello
Principal Darkholme,” he responded.
“Um…?”
“Come into my office,
Kurt. We need to have a little chat.”
“You didn’t
get it.”
“I didn’t
get it.”
“Interesting…” Magneto was not hooked to his intravenous
line today. He paced freely, looking
only slightly haggard. “Why do you
think that is?”
“Someone…Kitty…she
caught me before I could get the window open…”
“No,”[1]
Magneto rounded on Pietro, scaring him into standing still. “You failed because you were not fast
enough.”
Pietro
blinked in surprise. “I’m always
fast enough.” I have to be…it’s what
I do!
“Then why
was she able to catch you?”
“Le “Let me try
again! I’ll do it now! While they’re at school!”
“School…yes…why
aren’t you there?”
“I…I…”
“I will not
have a son who is a dropout. I already
have a daughter,” he spat the word like it was venom, “who is a disgrace.” With a note of finality about his actions,
Magneto sat in the massive leather armchair beneath the picture window in his
office. “I have already made
arrangements for the items retrieval.
There is still a way,” he added, smiling at Pietro’s obvious
disappointment, “for you to redeem yourself to me.”
“Yes?” Pietro questioned
sullenly, trying not to let it show.
“Come
closer…”
“You’re
kidding.” She had been pronounced,
pressing the heating pad a little more tightly to her ear.[2] “He’s coming home?”
Beast
smiled, misinterpreting Kitty’s disbelief.
“Logan and Storm are on their way to pick him up right now. Now, let me look at that ear again.”
Rahne
whimpered in her sleep on a nearby cot, one hand going up to pat at her
ear. Beast had declared them all
relatively healthy but wanted them to stay in the infirmary for a bit longer, “just
in case.” “What’s with her?” Jamie
asked, eyeing his girlfriend. “Why’s
she so sleepy?”
Beast
frowned. “I don’t think she slept much
last night…”
Jamie was
acutely awof tof two sets of eyes turning on him curiously. “What?
I was in bed by ten! Alone!” Damn it.
Kitty’s
expression wavered between incredulous and dismissive. “So the Professor’s okay?” she finally
asked, turning the topic back to the original thread. “I mean…that’s it? He
passed out for about two days and bada bing, he’s fine?”
Beast
busied himself with organizing a tray of tools. “I’m going to give you each some ibuprofen and later on, after
you’ve had a chance for it to kick in, I’m going to be placing a patch, of
sorts, over the torn membrane.”
“Will it
hurt?” Jamie asked, his voice just a little fearful. He checked to make sure Rahne was still asleep before saying
confidingly, “I have a very low threshold for pain…”
Beast
smiled. “It’ll be fine, I promise.”
“ “Beast,”
Kitty whinged, “you’re avoiding my question!”
“There
will,” he said neutrally, his expression matching his tone, “of course be some
complications…”
“With my
ear?” Jamie asked, eyes wide.
“With the Professor?”
Kitty demanded at the same time.
Beast
sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, wondering if he should cancel his
lunch plans with Cecilia or just sally forth.
“No, Jamie. Yes, Kitty.” One massive hand went up in a “stop” gesture
to stem the flow of any forthcoming questions.
“I need to makre Ire I have enough of the mending material. Stay here for just a moment,” he ordered,
lumbering from the room.
Kitty
fought the urge and lost, sticking her tongue out at Beast’s retreating
back. “Why do they keep acting like
there’s something to hide?”
“Huh?”
“Nothing,”
she sighed, slumping in her seat. “Nothing,
Jamie.”
“Kitty…” He sounded a little angry, even to his own
ears. Or ear. “I thought you were the one one who’d treat me like an
adult. Well, you and Jubes, when she’s
not all stressy.”
“I’m not
treating you like you’re a kid, Jamie!”
“I might
only be fifteen[3], but I’m not
stupid. And I’m not that much younger
than you. I want to know what’s going
on, why my friend is so upset about something.”
Kitty
winced. “I’m not trying to treat you
like a kid, Jamie. I’m just really
worried about the Professor. I think
something’s weird about his…illness…and I think they’re keeping something from
me. From us.”
Jamie’s
eyes lit up. “You should’ve said
something to me yesterday!”
“What?” Kitty slid off the table and crossed to him
quickly. “What do you know?”
“Sure, now
you want me to be all adult and talk…”
“Jamie!”
“I’ll tell
you if you tell me something.”
Kitty
narrowed her eyes. Her ear throbbed now
that she had taken off the heating pad and she was doing her best to ignore it,
but she found herself wishing that Jamie would hurry up so she could get some
relief again. “You first.”
Jamie seemed to be on the
verge of refusing, but instead sighed. “Why
is Rahne acting so distant with me lately?”
Kitty
wilted a little. “Oh.”
“I mean…girls
talk, right? Didn’t she…hasn’t she…Has
she said anything? Is she mad at
me? Did I do something wrong?”
Kitty
sighed. “Jamie, it’s not you. It’s her.”
She knew Rahne was upset, still angry with herself for the poorly timed
and ill-chosen jab of the kiss with Sam.
“She’s just very upset that she tried to make you jealous. She feels bad that she did that with Sam,
just to get at you…”
“I was mad,
too,” Jamie said quietly. “But I’m okay
now. I mean, she and I talked and
everything!”
Kitty
looked over at Rahne and noticed that she was still apparently sleeping, but
her breathing was virtually stopped. She’s
listening in…great. “Maybe you need
to talk again.”
“Do you
think she likes Sam better than me?” Jamie straightened. “Do you think I should beat him up or
something?”
Kitty shook
her head vehemently. “I don’t think you should beat Sam up. I think you should talk to Rahne. I’m sure she’ll explain everything.”
Jamie
looked so sad it hurt Kitty to look at him.
“That’s what I’m afraid of.” He
fell silent for a long time and Kitty was not sure if she should ask about what
he knew, about the Professor’s incident.
Finally, he looked up at her and said flatly, “The Professor was using
Cerebro when it happened. I was looking
for Storm because I accidentally broke one of her potted plants and wanted to
tell her before she found it and got mad and stuff. They were bringing him out of Cerebro and there was something
wrong with his head.”
“I know
that,” Kitty sighed. “He fainted from it.”
“No,” Jamie
corrected her. “His actual head. Like burn marks or something. It was all red. Like a sunburn!”
Kitty tried
to remember how the Professor had looked when she saw him being taken out but
found she could not. She had been so
wrought up by the situation that details were escaping her. “Thank you, Jamie,” she murmured as Beast
returned. “And I’m sure Rahne will be
fine in a few days.”
“I hope so,”
he sighed, looking over at his “sleeping” girlfriend. “I just want her to be happy.”
Rahne
whimpered.
[1] For some
reason, in my head, it sounds and looks like Hannibal Lechter.
[2] http://www.ohiohealth.com/healthreference/reference/6431C594-9F82-4659-AC4BD625ADA682FD.htm
All you ever wanted to know about the
treatment of ruptured eardrums.
[3] Yes, I know he’s
older than in the series…deal with it or move on.