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17
Persistence of Memory Chapter Seventeen (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta, did you leave
Cologne standing? ;) InterNutter, TC, and Maxwell Pink are divine
for archiving. J ProPhile is smutalicious (his word,
lol). Readers/Reviewers: The ducks are
organizing their commune again. They
seem to be better organized this time…one insists on being called El Presidente
and seems to favor khaki suits and black berets…another one is demanding I call
him Che and keeps shouting (quacking?) “La Revolution!” I’m a little worried.
Morning
dawned on a troop of bleary, sleepy mutants in various stages of soporific agitation. Kitty was already down stairs and eating
breakfast by the time Amara and Rogue stumbled down the stairs, joined shortly
by Jamie, Remy, Jubilee and several of the new mutants. “What’s the deal with Kurt?” Jubilee
yawned. “He’s hunkered down on the
stairs, sighing miserably.”
“We’re
forbidden to be alone together for two weeks.
Give him a minute…now that you’re all in here, he’ll be along.” Kitty poked at her applesauce dejectedly,
trying to look appropriately miserable herself.
True to
Kitty’s word, Kurt trod into the kitchen a moment later. “Morgen,” he sighed, heading straight for
the skillet of scrambled eggs and piling his plate full of that and bacon,
sausage, and something Kitty suspected may have been part of a pig’s internal
organs but she could not be quite sure and did not want to find out.
“Morning,
Fuzzy,” she said pointedly as Logan lumbered into the room. “Since we’re not alone, I can tell you
that.”
Logan
snorted. “There’s a new Danger Room
schedup oup on the whiteboard in activities hall. Check it before you leave.
I ain’t got any sympathy for the unprepared.”
Kitty
glared at Logan’s back, opening her mouth to make another snide comment, but
Kurt stopped her with a wide-eyed headshake.
“Who else has trig first period?” he asked loudly.
Todd,
around a mouthful of cereal, made a rude comment. Rogue translated, “I think he does.”
Logan
paused. “Who else?” he demanded. “Well?”
There was a
general, subtle shuffle as hands were raised and affirmatives were
muttered. “Every one of you has trig
first period?”
“Yeah…” Evan glanced around the table. “Hey, we were all in the pre-cal sections…”
Amara
sneered. “I’ve got remedial English
first period.”
Kitty’s
eyes widened. “You were in Advanced
Biology with me first period…”
Jubilee
shrugged. “They screwed me up,
too. Put me in remedial. I think it’s a glitch. Remember last year when I was in boy’s P.E.
for a week? I’m still kinda bummed no
one noticed for three days that I wasn’t a guy.”
Remy patted
her on the shoulder. “Dey prolly jus’
forgot to tell ya.”
Lance
and Todd grimaced. “Um, did I ever tell you about the time I
ended up in girl’s health in fifth grade?” Lance put in a little too loudly,
trying to keep Jubilee’s glare from developing into something more.
“I remember
that,” Kitty laughed. “I thought you
were going to faint!”
“I didn’t
need to know all that about girls,” he groaned.
Amara
raised a cool brow. “How sad that you
think that…”
Logan made
an impatient motion with his hand. “Is
this what you were talking about yesterday, Elf?”
Kurt
nodded. “Ja…all of us seem to have
unusual schedules.” He glanced around
the table. “Rahne, Jamie and Kitty
don’t know about theirs yet, though…”
“You didn’t
turn up anything last night?” Logan directed at Kitty.
“No, sir,”
she answered promptly. “You stopped us
before we were able to find out much at all.”
Silence
seemed to press in from all sides as everyone at the table stared at Kitty,
Kurt and Logan. “What’re they talking
about?” Todd muttered.
“Shhhh!” Jubilee leaned forward intently. “You hacking again, Kit? Oooooh…I’ve got a list of places….”
Logan
silenced her with a glare. “Damn it.”
With a clunk, he dropped his coffee cup in the sink. “I’m drivin’ all of you today.
No exceptions. Be ready in ten
minutes.”
Rogue made
a noise that was a cross between a grunt and a sigh and abandoned her breakfast
to get dressed. Amara took a more
refined approach, swore in Nova Roman and fled upstairs. Kitty merely shrugged. “This is gonna suck.”
“Why do you
say that?” Kurt shoveled the last of
his breakfast into his mouth and reached for Rogue’s abandoned toast.
“Just is…”
“You a
precog now?” Remy asked dryly.
“I just
have a feeling…”
Jubilee
shook her head vehemently. “It can’t
suck. I’ve got study group tonight and
practice before that!”
“You always
practicin’, Jubilation,” Remy muttered.
“You ain’t got time for nothin’ else.”
“Time and place,” Todd
coughed. “Time and place!”
Breakfast
was bolted in record time and all the students going to Bayville were standing
by the front door by the time Logan reappeared, jingling his keys in
agitation. “Listen up,” he
ordered. “When we get to the school,
I’m talkin’ to this principal about the schedules. No one goes to class until this is straightened up!”
Kitty felt
her eyes go wide. “What’s wrong with
going to first period?”
“Call it a
hunch,” he growled. “Something’s
fishy.”
As they
trooped out the front door, Kurt whispered to his girlfriend, “Now I see where
you get it from. It’s inherited.” Kitty’s snort of amusement earned a
Logan-glare and a place in the backseat between Lance and Todd.
“Hello,
Nurse Ratched[1].”
“Miss
Frost, this is not the way to win friends,” the haggard nurse sighed, setting
the tray of pill cups down on the bedside table. “You know the routine.”
“Two reds,
a blue, a white and a tiny cup of water,” Emma sighed, holding out her hand
obediently.
The nurse
deposited the pills in her hand and watched as Emma’s throat worked. “Now, that wasn’t so bad.”
“Try being
on this side of it,” Emma muttered. Her
eyes fluttered and she let her head loll to one side. “I can’t…I can’t hear you now.”
“That’s the
point, dear.” The nurse collected her
tray and closed the door on the way out.
Emma
counted to twenty, sat up, and spit the pills into her hand, grimacing at the
bitter taste of the strong drugs as the coating melted. With a mutter of distaste, she dumped the
pills unceremoniously into the drawer of the bedside table with the rest of the
week’s doses. “Stupid hospital…they
never check. You’d think it’d occur to them.”
She threw the covers back and
winced as her bare feet hit the cold floor, but she did not slow down. She had had her bag packed for three days
with the meager belongings she had first come to the hospital with and a few
changes of clothes brought to her by the Professor in his early visits. Added to that were a hospital-issue
toothbrush, her hospital-issue sweatsuit, and her bank book, something she was
never without in her better days. She
wished she had her makeup, her hairbrush, something to tame the dark circles
under her eyes and the overt amount of frizz around her roots but she
straightened her spine and marched into the hallway, heading with firm purpose
to the nurse’s station. “I’m checking
myself out.”
The nurse
opened her mouth to say something, but her eyes glazed suddenly and she nodded,
her jaw slack. “Of course,” she said
after a moment.
Emma felt
sharply dizzy as she exercised powers that had lain dormant for far too
long. She had dabbled, toyed with her
mutation when she realized that the medication they were giving her suppressed
telepathy and she stopped taking them, but she had not had the chance to use
them to their full extent. She was
finding the experience quite taxing. Hurry
hurry hurry, she willed the woman and was gratified to see the woman’s
fingers fairly fly over the computer keys.
“Thank you,” she intoned smoothly, taking the proffered paper work. Emma
had to force herself not to run from the hospital, her legs twitching with
anticipation as she wound her way through the corridors to the lobby area, her
mind feeling like it was being stretched to capacity as she willed herself
invisible to all her saw her, a faceless blur they would not remember seeing
later, when they noticed a patient missing.
She nearly fainted with relief when she stepped into the cool morning
air, the bright light glaring in her ey
“W
“Well,” she breathed aloud. “This
is going well.”
He had
never wanted a stiff drink more. The
photo album seemed to taunt him from it’s spot on the table across the room,
the purple cover seeming garish in the dim room. That can’t be real, can’t be true… The images it showed were unbelievable—a girl
halfway through a door, making a face at whoever was taking the picture, her
torso truncated as if she were a ghost drifting into the room. A figure ablaze, arms extended, next to
several laughing teenagers, a person made of metal…the images were more and
more surreal with each passing page. Like
my dreams…not a movie at all. This can’t
be real. His head was throbbing,
voices buzzing behind his eyes, growing louder with each passing moment. Numbly, he reached for his bottles of pulls,
rattling out a few of each color and swallowing them dry. A few moments later, he felt a wash of tired
relief as the voices faded and his eyes grew heavy. None of this can be real.
I’ll ask that Storm lady and Logan about these pictures. Maybe it’s some school project. He had a flickering image of the large metal room again, and a
familiar face hovering over his, flashing from young to old and back
again. Eric…Where is Eric?
[1] Scary nurse
lady from One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest.
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta, did you leave
Cologne standing? ;) InterNutter, TC, and Maxwell Pink are divine
for archiving. J ProPhile is smutalicious (his word,
lol). Readers/Reviewers: The ducks are
organizing their commune again. They
seem to be better organized this time…one insists on being called El Presidente
and seems to favor khaki suits and black berets…another one is demanding I call
him Che and keeps shouting (quacking?) “La Revolution!” I’m a little worried.
Morning
dawned on a troop of bleary, sleepy mutants in various stages of soporific agitation. Kitty was already down stairs and eating
breakfast by the time Amara and Rogue stumbled down the stairs, joined shortly
by Jamie, Remy, Jubilee and several of the new mutants. “What’s the deal with Kurt?” Jubilee
yawned. “He’s hunkered down on the
stairs, sighing miserably.”
“We’re
forbidden to be alone together for two weeks.
Give him a minute…now that you’re all in here, he’ll be along.” Kitty poked at her applesauce dejectedly,
trying to look appropriately miserable herself.
True to
Kitty’s word, Kurt trod into the kitchen a moment later. “Morgen,” he sighed, heading straight for
the skillet of scrambled eggs and piling his plate full of that and bacon,
sausage, and something Kitty suspected may have been part of a pig’s internal
organs but she could not be quite sure and did not want to find out.
“Morning,
Fuzzy,” she said pointedly as Logan lumbered into the room. “Since we’re not alone, I can tell you
that.”
Logan
snorted. “There’s a new Danger Room
schedup oup on the whiteboard in activities hall. Check it before you leave.
I ain’t got any sympathy for the unprepared.”
Kitty
glared at Logan’s back, opening her mouth to make another snide comment, but
Kurt stopped her with a wide-eyed headshake.
“Who else has trig first period?” he asked loudly.
Todd,
around a mouthful of cereal, made a rude comment. Rogue translated, “I think he does.”
Logan
paused. “Who else?” he demanded. “Well?”
There was a
general, subtle shuffle as hands were raised and affirmatives were
muttered. “Every one of you has trig
first period?”
“Yeah…” Evan glanced around the table. “Hey, we were all in the pre-cal sections…”
Amara
sneered. “I’ve got remedial English
first period.”
Kitty’s
eyes widened. “You were in Advanced
Biology with me first period…”
Jubilee
shrugged. “They screwed me up,
too. Put me in remedial. I think it’s a glitch. Remember last year when I was in boy’s P.E.
for a week? I’m still kinda bummed no
one noticed for three days that I wasn’t a guy.”
Remy patted
her on the shoulder. “Dey prolly jus’
forgot to tell ya.”
Lance
and Todd grimaced. “Um, did I ever tell you about the time I
ended up in girl’s health in fifth grade?” Lance put in a little too loudly,
trying to keep Jubilee’s glare from developing into something more.
“I remember
that,” Kitty laughed. “I thought you
were going to faint!”
“I didn’t
need to know all that about girls,” he groaned.
Amara
raised a cool brow. “How sad that you
think that…”
Logan made
an impatient motion with his hand. “Is
this what you were talking about yesterday, Elf?”
Kurt
nodded. “Ja…all of us seem to have
unusual schedules.” He glanced around
the table. “Rahne, Jamie and Kitty
don’t know about theirs yet, though…”
“You didn’t
turn up anything last night?” Logan directed at Kitty.
“No, sir,”
she answered promptly. “You stopped us
before we were able to find out much at all.”
Silence
seemed to press in from all sides as everyone at the table stared at Kitty,
Kurt and Logan. “What’re they talking
about?” Todd muttered.
“Shhhh!” Jubilee leaned forward intently. “You hacking again, Kit? Oooooh…I’ve got a list of places….”
Logan
silenced her with a glare. “Damn it.”
With a clunk, he dropped his coffee cup in the sink. “I’m drivin’ all of you today.
No exceptions. Be ready in ten
minutes.”
Rogue made
a noise that was a cross between a grunt and a sigh and abandoned her breakfast
to get dressed. Amara took a more
refined approach, swore in Nova Roman and fled upstairs. Kitty merely shrugged. “This is gonna suck.”
“Why do you
say that?” Kurt shoveled the last of
his breakfast into his mouth and reached for Rogue’s abandoned toast.
“Just is…”
“You a
precog now?” Remy asked dryly.
“I just
have a feeling…”
Jubilee
shook her head vehemently. “It can’t
suck. I’ve got study group tonight and
practice before that!”
“You always
practicin’, Jubilation,” Remy muttered.
“You ain’t got time for nothin’ else.”
“Time and place,” Todd
coughed. “Time and place!”
Breakfast
was bolted in record time and all the students going to Bayville were standing
by the front door by the time Logan reappeared, jingling his keys in
agitation. “Listen up,” he
ordered. “When we get to the school,
I’m talkin’ to this principal about the schedules. No one goes to class until this is straightened up!”
Kitty felt
her eyes go wide. “What’s wrong with
going to first period?”
“Call it a
hunch,” he growled. “Something’s
fishy.”
As they
trooped out the front door, Kurt whispered to his girlfriend, “Now I see where
you get it from. It’s inherited.” Kitty’s snort of amusement earned a
Logan-glare and a place in the backseat between Lance and Todd.
“Hello,
Nurse Ratched[1].”
“Miss
Frost, this is not the way to win friends,” the haggard nurse sighed, setting
the tray of pill cups down on the bedside table. “You know the routine.”
“Two reds,
a blue, a white and a tiny cup of water,” Emma sighed, holding out her hand
obediently.
The nurse
deposited the pills in her hand and watched as Emma’s throat worked. “Now, that wasn’t so bad.”
“Try being
on this side of it,” Emma muttered. Her
eyes fluttered and she let her head loll to one side. “I can’t…I can’t hear you now.”
“That’s the
point, dear.” The nurse collected her
tray and closed the door on the way out.
Emma
counted to twenty, sat up, and spit the pills into her hand, grimacing at the
bitter taste of the strong drugs as the coating melted. With a mutter of distaste, she dumped the
pills unceremoniously into the drawer of the bedside table with the rest of the
week’s doses. “Stupid hospital…they
never check. You’d think it’d occur to them.”
She threw the covers back and
winced as her bare feet hit the cold floor, but she did not slow down. She had had her bag packed for three days
with the meager belongings she had first come to the hospital with and a few
changes of clothes brought to her by the Professor in his early visits. Added to that were a hospital-issue
toothbrush, her hospital-issue sweatsuit, and her bank book, something she was
never without in her better days. She
wished she had her makeup, her hairbrush, something to tame the dark circles
under her eyes and the overt amount of frizz around her roots but she
straightened her spine and marched into the hallway, heading with firm purpose
to the nurse’s station. “I’m checking
myself out.”
The nurse
opened her mouth to say something, but her eyes glazed suddenly and she nodded,
her jaw slack. “Of course,” she said
after a moment.
Emma felt
sharply dizzy as she exercised powers that had lain dormant for far too
long. She had dabbled, toyed with her
mutation when she realized that the medication they were giving her suppressed
telepathy and she stopped taking them, but she had not had the chance to use
them to their full extent. She was
finding the experience quite taxing. Hurry
hurry hurry, she willed the woman and was gratified to see the woman’s
fingers fairly fly over the computer keys.
“Thank you,” she intoned smoothly, taking the proffered paper work. Emma
had to force herself not to run from the hospital, her legs twitching with
anticipation as she wound her way through the corridors to the lobby area, her
mind feeling like it was being stretched to capacity as she willed herself
invisible to all her saw her, a faceless blur they would not remember seeing
later, when they noticed a patient missing.
She nearly fainted with relief when she stepped into the cool morning
air, the bright light glaring in her ey
“W
“Well,” she breathed aloud. “This
is going well.”
He had
never wanted a stiff drink more. The
photo album seemed to taunt him from it’s spot on the table across the room,
the purple cover seeming garish in the dim room. That can’t be real, can’t be true… The images it showed were unbelievable—a girl
halfway through a door, making a face at whoever was taking the picture, her
torso truncated as if she were a ghost drifting into the room. A figure ablaze, arms extended, next to
several laughing teenagers, a person made of metal…the images were more and
more surreal with each passing page. Like
my dreams…not a movie at all. This can’t
be real. His head was throbbing,
voices buzzing behind his eyes, growing louder with each passing moment. Numbly, he reached for his bottles of pulls,
rattling out a few of each color and swallowing them dry. A few moments later, he felt a wash of tired
relief as the voices faded and his eyes grew heavy. None of this can be real.
I’ll ask that Storm lady and Logan about these pictures. Maybe it’s some school project. He had a flickering image of the large metal room again, and a
familiar face hovering over his, flashing from young to old and back
again. Eric…Where is Eric?
[1] Scary nurse
lady from One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest.