Tempest in a Teapot
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Epilogue
Tempest in a Teapot Epilogue
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… *hides in Germany * InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink, Dracena and Greywolf are loverly and wondermous for archiving/hosting. J ProPhile: Wish us luck… Morgan: *gloke * Readers/Reviewers: Okay, this is the last chapter of this fic. Due to the hurricane, I might be sans computer for a day or so, so bear with me update-wise. If y’all can spare good energy and thoughts for Southeast Texas, we sure need it!
It was a pleasant, early autumn day. The sun filtered through the oak branches in a picturesque manner, lighting the grounds in a green-gold glow. A scattering of early leaves was strewn on the still-green grass, crunching under foot as students came and went from the house, some going out to the lake with Logan for boat safety lectures, some moving towards Storm’s greenhouse for their botany projects. Mark yawned behind his hand as he rounded the corner into the kitchen, the morning light glinting from chrome fixtures and highly polished wood floors. Storm, on her way to her greenhouse, stood in the middle of the kitchen, leaning against the butcher block table with a look of mild consternation on her face.
“Something the matter?” Mark asked solicitously, pausing in the doorway.
“I’m…not sure how to explain it. It’s silly, really.” She glanced at Mark, then away quickly. “I keep finding glitter in odd places.”
“…beg pardon?”
Storm raised a brow. “In the house. I keep finding glitter in odd places in the house. Did I do that?”
Clearing his throat, Mark nodded slightly. “I think so. That’s the word around the halls, anyway… Oh, I confiscated a handful of pictures from one of the first years in the library.” He reached into one of his pockets and produced an envelope, folded over to protect it’s contents. “Do with them as you wish.”
Frowning, Storm accepted the thin packet and peeked inside. “Bright Lady!”
“Was?” Kurt asked with false brightness, appearing behind Storm, wearing his uniform but looking very sleepy. “Oh…” In his embarrassment, he ducked his face and flushed a dull red under his fur, the inadvertent glance at the pictures more than he wanted to see. “I don’t seem to remember that part. Er, situation.”
Storm stuffed the pictures down the front of her blouse for later disposal. “Neither do I.”
Mark opened the fridge and began rifling through in search of breakfast. “Kitty gone back to school yet?” he asked, seeking a change of topic immediately.
“Ah, nein,” Kurt sighed. “She’s staying through the week. She’s asked for special permission or somesuch. She told them there was a family emergency…” He took up an apple from the bowl on the table and tossed it gently from hand to hand. Part of him was elated—it meant they had time to spend together, time to talk.
Storm snuck another peek at the photos and sighed. The topmost picture featured an unflattering view from beneath her as she stood on a tree limb, one leg extended as if she were in mid-kick. It’s practically gynecological… In fact, quite a great deal of the pink inner flesh of her sex was showing in the picture. It drew the eye, she thought bitterly.
“The rest are far more graphic,” Mark muttered as he moved past her.
“Goddess,” Storm groaned, sinking down into the chair at the head of the table.
Kurt shook his head, murmuring, “I wish I could remember what we did… and why! That reminds me… do you know how Todd is? Last I heard, he was still unconscious.”
“He’s got a nasty goose egg,” Storm said, thankful for the diversion in topic, “but he should be fine. Someone brought him a pair of pants.”
“Good… that slip creeped me out,” Mark shuddered. “Kurt… is that a sardine?”
Mid-chew, Kurt nodded. “Ja… I don’t know why, but I have a craving for the things this morning!” He tossed one slippery corpse into the air, catching it easily in his mouth as it tumbled towards the floor. Pausing, he frowned. “Huh.”
Mark raised a brow but made no other comment. He reached into the cabinet over the counter and fished through the boxes there. Automatically, he reached for the special blend he usually had with his breakfast, then paused. “Anyone want coffee?”
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… *hides in Germany * InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink, Dracena and Greywolf are loverly and wondermous for archiving/hosting. J ProPhile: Wish us luck… Morgan: *gloke * Readers/Reviewers: Okay, this is the last chapter of this fic. Due to the hurricane, I might be sans computer for a day or so, so bear with me update-wise. If y’all can spare good energy and thoughts for Southeast Texas, we sure need it!
It was a pleasant, early autumn day. The sun filtered through the oak branches in a picturesque manner, lighting the grounds in a green-gold glow. A scattering of early leaves was strewn on the still-green grass, crunching under foot as students came and went from the house, some going out to the lake with Logan for boat safety lectures, some moving towards Storm’s greenhouse for their botany projects. Mark yawned behind his hand as he rounded the corner into the kitchen, the morning light glinting from chrome fixtures and highly polished wood floors. Storm, on her way to her greenhouse, stood in the middle of the kitchen, leaning against the butcher block table with a look of mild consternation on her face.
“Something the matter?” Mark asked solicitously, pausing in the doorway.
“I’m…not sure how to explain it. It’s silly, really.” She glanced at Mark, then away quickly. “I keep finding glitter in odd places.”
“…beg pardon?”
Storm raised a brow. “In the house. I keep finding glitter in odd places in the house. Did I do that?”
Clearing his throat, Mark nodded slightly. “I think so. That’s the word around the halls, anyway… Oh, I confiscated a handful of pictures from one of the first years in the library.” He reached into one of his pockets and produced an envelope, folded over to protect it’s contents. “Do with them as you wish.”
Frowning, Storm accepted the thin packet and peeked inside. “Bright Lady!”
“Was?” Kurt asked with false brightness, appearing behind Storm, wearing his uniform but looking very sleepy. “Oh…” In his embarrassment, he ducked his face and flushed a dull red under his fur, the inadvertent glance at the pictures more than he wanted to see. “I don’t seem to remember that part. Er, situation.”
Storm stuffed the pictures down the front of her blouse for later disposal. “Neither do I.”
Mark opened the fridge and began rifling through in search of breakfast. “Kitty gone back to school yet?” he asked, seeking a change of topic immediately.
“Ah, nein,” Kurt sighed. “She’s staying through the week. She’s asked for special permission or somesuch. She told them there was a family emergency…” He took up an apple from the bowl on the table and tossed it gently from hand to hand. Part of him was elated—it meant they had time to spend together, time to talk.
Storm snuck another peek at the photos and sighed. The topmost picture featured an unflattering view from beneath her as she stood on a tree limb, one leg extended as if she were in mid-kick. It’s practically gynecological… In fact, quite a great deal of the pink inner flesh of her sex was showing in the picture. It drew the eye, she thought bitterly.
“The rest are far more graphic,” Mark muttered as he moved past her.
“Goddess,” Storm groaned, sinking down into the chair at the head of the table.
Kurt shook his head, murmuring, “I wish I could remember what we did… and why! That reminds me… do you know how Todd is? Last I heard, he was still unconscious.”
“He’s got a nasty goose egg,” Storm said, thankful for the diversion in topic, “but he should be fine. Someone brought him a pair of pants.”
“Good… that slip creeped me out,” Mark shuddered. “Kurt… is that a sardine?”
Mid-chew, Kurt nodded. “Ja… I don’t know why, but I have a craving for the things this morning!” He tossed one slippery corpse into the air, catching it easily in his mouth as it tumbled towards the floor. Pausing, he frowned. “Huh.”
Mark raised a brow but made no other comment. He reached into the cabinet over the counter and fished through the boxes there. Automatically, he reached for the special blend he usually had with his breakfast, then paused. “Anyone want coffee?”