Galatea

Galatea Chapter Eleven (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE (tm), Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta...how does Tim like 003? InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink and Dracena are sparkley and squishy for archiving/hosting! ProPhile gets muse cookies and Morgan gets dancing Remys and Jubes. ;) Readers/Reviewers: The Killer Kitties are plotting something involving ducks leaping out of a cake... ReiMars, be warned... *shudder * And *GLOMP * Thank you all for reading/Reviewing!


Jubilee glared. "You didn't tell me you were bringing her back."
Remy sighed. He had been in the house less than ten minutes and already he was weary. "Chere, I been tinkin' you was over dis..."
Belladonna just smirked. "Guess someone's insecure."
Jubilee's glare intensified. "I am over it. I was just hoping to have you all to myself before school started up again..." As she spoke, she slid her arms around his neck and pressed closer to him. "I have something to show you..."
Remy finally smiled. "Ah, ma belle ange, I got plenty a' time fo' you..."
Belladonna cleared her throat softly. "Which room will I be in while I'm here?"
Jubilee found her accent, much softer than Remy's, Creole rather than Cajun, to be suddenly irritating. "There's four or five empty ones on the first basement level. Pick one."
Remy kissed Jubilee's forehead, tugging on a pink-tipped lock of hair and turned back to Belladonna, his arm still around Jubilee's waist. "I show you where you be stayin'."
"Merci, mon ami," she purred, sliding a feline glance at Jubilee. "Never fear, p'tite. I only here for two days."
"I'm not p'tite to _you _," Jubilee growled.
Remy's grasp tightened and he muttered, "Chere, keep dem claws put up."
Jubilee growled under her breath. "I'll go tell the Professor you're here."
Belladonna smiled faintly and picked up her valise. "Remy, my room?"
Remy kissed Jubilee again and murmured in her ear, "We got plenty a' time tonight, eh?"
"Yeah," she sighed. "I guess so."
He frowned slightly and squeezed her hip as he led Belladonna past. "Je t'adore," he called back to her.
Jubilee smiled a little. "Back atcha." Her smile fell, though, as they disappeared down the hall to the elevator bank. "I hate her," she muttered. "All blonde and boobs and legs..."
"I'm guessing you don't mean me," Scott said blandly, coming down the stairs with an armful of what looked like old clothes.
"No, not you. Though you do have some nice tits."
"Ha ha ha." He paused at the foot of the stairs and looked down the hall. "Did I hear Remy come in?"
"Yeah. Back a day early with an old bag in tow."
Scott's brow crept up. "What's Belladonna doing here?"
Jubilee smirked at Scott's reception to her comment. "Dunno. Said she was going to be here for two days, though."
Scott made a face. "Great. All we need is for Jean to start contemplating going blonde again..."
Jubilee blinked. The idea of tall, pretty, perfect Jean Grey wanting to look anything like Belladonna was surprising, to say the least. "Any luck finding Jean's ring and necklace?"
Scott looked briefly startled his his face became a mask of bland unconcern. "Nothing yet. Here," he tossed her handful of what turned out to be old t-shirts. "Help me tear these into rags for the garage."
Jubilee sighed and followed him through the rec room and kitchen, out into the warm garage. It niggled her how Scott seemed so blasé about Jean's missing jewelry, especially as both were gifts from him and probably expensive. She dropped the rags onto the work bench next to Scott's pile said casually, "Back when I was having to steal to live, taking things like that ring and her necklace was a big no-no." She waited and he did not say anything. "Too easy to trace," she continued. "Someone pawns an engagement ring, a kid off the street like me, it'd raise a few eyebrows."
Scott shrugged. "She probably put it down somewhere and just forgot."
"You think?"
"Mmmm." He tore an old shirt viciously. "So how's Remy?"
"No idea. Still in one piece. I got maybe twenty words in before he led Belladonna off. I hate her."
"I can see why," he replied, surprising Jubilee.
"Huh?"
"What? Expecting me to say no you don't or something? Nah. I can see why you'd hate her. She's beautiful, cultured, dangerous... One of those fantasy woman types." Scott tore another shirt and smiled faintly, apparently forgetting for a moment than Jean was also in that club for many people.
Jubilee felt irrational tears well up. "I gotta go."
Scott sighed as she strode from the garage, her chin held high and eyes shimmering with unshed tears. _Remy's gonna get his ass kicked twice if he fucks this one up... _

Cecilia stared frankly at the phone. "What?"
Kitty repeated herself. "Something fancy..."
"A fancy dress?"
"Not like a costume fancy dress...just something nice."
"Um...I suppose so." Mentally, she rifled through her closet-scrubs, scrubs, suit, suit, suit, scrubs, pressed pair of jeans, several sensible blouses, a Grateful Dead T-shirt with the spiral of bears... "Maybe. Why?"
Kitty crossed her fingers and prevaricasligslightly. "Well, Beast...er, Doctor McCoy, ed ted to go somewhere really romantic with you for dinner..."
Cecilia dropped her pencil and motioned for Tabby to bring the next patient through. "Henry wants to go somewhere fancy? Last I heard, he wanted to go to the planetarium then for a late night dinner somewhere out of the way." Something she had been very much looking forward to, given her dislike of ded ded places and dressing up.
Kitty winced, hoping Jean was doing a good job with Beast, convincing him Cecilia would love to go to that new restaurant in Riverside, something with an absurd French name but was allegedly very good. "Well, he just thought of it."
Cecilia sighed. "Tell him I'll meet him at my apartment at the arranged time. And I'll dress up," she added with only a tinge of irritation.
"Great, thanks! I mean...bye!" Kitty hung up the phone and did a little bouncey dance as Jean re-entered the lab, ready to finish their combing over of the files. "Well, she's set."
"So's Beast." Jean glanced towards the office in the back of the infirmary and added under her breath, "He didn't sound too thrilled, though. Said he thought Cecilia *liked * the planetarium and Chow's Noodle House."
"She does...but if they're going to do that romantic weekend, they need romance first!" Kitty shook her head, scrolling through Storm's file-very edited for the public version, much to Kitty's chagrin. "Beast and Cecilia are way too into science to know how to do romance properly."
Jean snorted softly in response and turned her attention to Amara's lengthy file. She was just falling into a rhythm when the door to the infirmary burst open and Banshee stumbled in, his hand clamped over his nose. "What happened?" she gasped.
"SHE happened!" he shouted, thankfully muffled, pointing behind him to Emma.
Crimson was splashed on her white linen dress and her face was set in thunderous lines. "It's not my fault your fat head was in the way!"
Jean led Banshee to one of the exam tables as Beast came out of his office. "I think his nose is broken," she said, pulling the man's hand away from the bloody mess.
Kitty looked sick and interested at once. "Emma, what did you *do *?"
"He was listening at the door!"
"No, I wasn't!" he snapped. "I was trying..ow!...trying to get into the study!"
"He was eavesdropping!" Emma snarled.
"I don't need to spy...your shrill voice carries like a dying cat!"
Emma swore under her breath. "Tell Logan to fix his own damned mess," she snapped at Kitty. "I have an appointment with Storm."
Jean and Kitty exchanged glances over Banshee's shoulder. "Well," Kitty sighed. "That was unpleasant."

A/N Angry!Kurt next chapter. And Annoying!Evan and lots-o-stuff...