Institutionalized

INSTITUTIONALIZED CHAPTER NINETEEN (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies and BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE (tm), Alan is hiding. I think he met Joris. Hmm...that'd explain the scorched kilt. InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink are groovy. :) Readers/Reviewers: Save yourselves! The ducks have disco and aren't afraid to use it! Head for the hills!



"Can't sleep?"
"The baby's keeping me up."
"It's too early for it to be kicking or anything..."
"You've been reading the pamphlets." Tabby turned in the dark to face Wanda. "What're you doing awake?"
"You weren't there. Is it hearheartburn again?"
"A little," Tabby allowed, stepping closer. Contrary to the rumors, they had not had sex yet. The furthest she and Wanda had gone was kissing and some outside-the-clothes touching, partially because Wanda was half afraid of Tabby's state and half afraid of what she felt for the other girl. Tabby had to concur. "I'm just worried...I don't know what to do sometimes."
"Didn't you get that job at Doctor Reyes' office? Filing or something?"
"Yeah, but that's not it...I mean, Incubus found us, Wanda. What's to say he can't find us here?"
Wanda stifled a yawn and rested her hands on Tabby's hips, her thumbs brushing the swell of the girl's abdomen where the baby was growing. "I'm not saying I trust these twits, but I'm pretty damned sure that this place is harder to get into than our apartment."
"Our apartment?" Tabby asked dryly. "Since when are you on the lease?"
Wanda rolled her eyes. "Fine, your apartment...but either way, this place is harder to get into, right?"
"Want to hear something freaky? I'd feel a lot safer if the Professor were here."
"Stop scaring me," Wanda said, only half serious. "Tabby, you need your rest. Staring out the window isn't rest."
"It's better than laying there with acid indigestion and worrying the night away."
"You should see the doctor tomor Te Tell him."
"Beast is going to be at Cecilia's place...I think they're going to do it or something."
"First...breeders, ew.1 Second, Beast, having sex? Ew."
"Hey...I'm mid-breeding here!"
"You ever decide if you're...um..."
"Lesbian or bi?"
"Yeah."
"Let's just say I'm pansexual and leave it at that for now." She leaned forward and pressed her forehead to Wanda's in a semi-embrace. "I'm so tired..."
"Go to bed, then."
"No...I'm not sleepy."
me ome on, I'll rub your feet."
"You *do * love me..."
"Nah, I just want to get in your pants." She took Tabby's hand and led her to the window seat in Kitty's room, where they were still ensconced until the next night, when Logan assured them the new rooms would finally be entirely finished. Once Wanda had Tabby's feet in her lap, she remarked, "Geez, you're retaining water like the Hoover dam."
"Yeah, that's gonna get you laid, talking like that."
"Well, they're swollen..." She frowned in the dark and commenced the massage, making Tabby sigh. After several minutes, Wanda asked "Are you going to tell Pietro when the baby is born?"
"No," she answered quickly. "He can go rot."
Wanda smiled faintly. "He'll find out, you know. Magneto will know...that old bastard always knows shit he's not supposed to."
"Magneto..." Tabby growled. "I thought he was dead."
"If Incubus came to us, my father is still alive." Wanda paused, her hand still on Tabby's foot. "Tabby, if he's alive, you know he's not going to leave us alone. You're carrying his grandchild and he is obsessed with family ties."
"Shut up, Wanda. I don't want to talk about this right now..." Tabby turned her face towards the window again and raised her eyebrows. "Kitty's back. That's that Roberto kid's car pulling in and she left with Roulette in it hours ago..."
"Want to hear something funny?"
"Please."
"You're carrying her cousin. You're now related to Kitty Pryde."
"That's not funny..." Tabby slid further down in the seat and stretched her toes, willing to forget about Magneto for a moment as Wanda's hands traveled to her ankles.
"It kind of is...worse people to be related to."
"Oh, God..." Tabby's eyes flew open. "I just realized something."
"I'm the kid's aunt?"
"Yeah..."
"Squeal like a pig, boy2!" she growled in bad Southern accent, lunging to tickle Tabby.
"Stop it! I'll throw up on you!" she cried, batting at Wanda's hands. There was a disturbance in the air around the window and Tabby yelped as Kitty's thin white veneers garnishing the window turned into snow briefly before commencing to melt in a neat pile between the girls and the windowpane.
"Damn," Wanda sighed, relinquishing her hold on Tabby. "I've *got * to figure out how to control that better."
"Kitty's gonna kill you."
"Maybe she won't notice..."
"How do you figure?"
Pointing out the window at a second set of headlights coming up the drive, Wanda said, "Kurt just came back with Amara."


Amara was so busy congratulating herself on making it inside and up to her room without getting caught despite the late hour that she almost missed Lance sitting by the window, hands folded across his middle and eyes glaring. She had gotten as far as pulling her t-shirt over her head when she saw him. Rather than yelping or demanding he leave, she sighed. "You want to know."
"That'd be a good idea," he said, his voice rough with irritation and barely withheld anger.
Amara sat on the edge of her bed, twisting her t-shirt between her hands. "I don't know. I don't know what happened. I didn't want to kiss him. I remember that I was going to tell him that I thought it'd be best if he focused his attention elsewhere, like on Roulette or something, but the next thing I knew, I was kissing him."
Lance was quiet for a long time before he said "That is the most fucking lame excuse I've ever heard."
"It's true," she said sullenly. "Lance, I've never lied to you. Why would I start now?"
"I don't know."
"After all we've been through, why would I fuck things up by kissing Sam if I could help it? I didn't want it to happen, it just happened."
Lance looked at her intently. "He can't have you."
"He won't," she breathed, stricken by the tone in his voice. He almost frightened her. Almost. She leaned forward, feeling a thread of excitement wind it's way through her center, pulling at her strongly. "I know you won't let him..."
Lance was on his feet and across the room in seconds, pushing her back onto the bed and seeking her mouth with his. He crushed her lips cruelly with the kiss, his hands roughly groping for her breasts, ruining her bra as he fairly ripped it from her body. "Mine," he said softly in her ear, making her shudder.
"Yes," she hissed, arching against him. "Yours..." Her nails scored his arms as she grasped at him, trying to pull him closer.
"Tell me you didn't want to kiss him," he demanded, rolling one of her turgid nipples between his thumb and forefinger. "Tell me."
"I didn't want to kiss him," she said breathlessly, dutifully. She was not used to being submissive and found the rare occasions when she was to be almost more exciting than her dominance. "I'm so sorry, Lance...forgive me?"
"Maybe," he said, biting her shoulder hard enough to leave a red mark, then laving the spot with the tip of his tongue as she whimpered beneath him. As quickly as he had come to her, he rose and righted his clothing where she had pulled at it, trying to find access to his skin beneath. "I've got a week to think about it, don't I?"
Amara lay panting for breath on her bed, topless and wanting and hurting. "Damn it," she said to the finally empty room. "I am so going to have to hurt him later..."

Kurt did not expect to find Kitty still awake when he returned with Amara and in fact had been very surprised to see her getting of of the car with Roulette as he pulled in behind them. "Katzchen, what's going on? You missed temple, didn't you?"
Roulette gave him a cheery wave and a muttered good night and went into the house, Amara close behind, leaving Kurt and Kitty alone in the garage. "Long story, babe," she sighed. "Speaking of which, you seen the little guy?"
"Not since I left...Kitty ,you look terrible!" It was true-she had dark circles under her eyes, her skin was paler than usual, and she was swaying on her feet as if she were bone-tired. Kurt reached for her hands and pulled her closer, somewhat disturbed that she did not even respond to his commentary. "Liebes?"
"Sorry...long day. Car problems made me miss services. Roulette and I went to River View to go to the mall..."
"Where are your things?" It was very unlike Kitty to go to the mall without getting at least one virtually useless item or a piece of clothing that she would wear once or twice, declare it the cause of her body issues, and give it to Jubilee or hide it in her closet "just in case" she lost ten more pounds.
Kitty blinked. "I don't know...I didn't get anything."
"Kitty..." Kurt narrowed his eyes at her. "What's going on, really? You're not yourself."
"I'm perfectly myself," she said, her smile slightly too wide. "I'm just tired, sweetie. I need to go to bed. Can I...I mean...Well, Wanda and Tabby are in my room..."
"Ja, of course. I'll make sure you're up before Logan does his rounds in the morning." Kurt wrapped his arms around her and felt the sigh rack her tired body. "You sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine. I need to be up early anyway. I've got to start working on some new sims in the Danger Room."
"Why? Is Logan starting something new?"
"No, it's just for me, some things I've put together to work on before Jean and Scott play St Peter with the team members."
The note of bitterness in her voice made Kurt frown but he said lightly, "You're Jewish. St Peter doesn't work for you."
"Well, you know what I mean..." she tipped her chin up to look at him. "I don't feel so well, Kurt. My head hurts..."
"Want me to wake up Beast? Get some aspirin or something?"
"No," Kitty said, her voice shaking. "I can't sort out things all of a sudden...Kurt, I think something's wrong with me!"
"If you faint, Katzchen," he said shakily, "I may panic."
"I think...I think I've fainted enough around you lately." She pushed away slightly only to fall back against him. "Kurt...I changed my mind. Get Beast, please..."


"I saw."
*_I know. _ *
"Is that why you're hiding from me?"
_*I'm not hiding from you...I'm just sitting here. A man can sit where he wants. It's a free country. * _
"Touchy, aren't you...Jono, I want to talk to you. I know you overheard me and Jubes talkin' earlier and I'm pretty sure I know what you're thinkin' about it. You're wrong."
_*Psychic, are we? * _
"Don't be snippy with me now!"3 Paige sat cross-legged in front of Jono on the floor then, dropping gracelessly from her akimbo stance to rest on the dusty wood. The tool shed, he realized, was not the best hiding place. "Jono, who do you think I was talking about with Jubilee?"
_*Luke Skywalker. * _
"I have got to get you out more...or at least get you a Blockbuster card to update your movie selections." Paige sighed and leaned on her elbows, resting her chin on her palms in a testament to just how tired she was. Jono watched her carefully, wary and not wanting her to get too close. She had seen his face, what there was of it, during the scuffle between Lance and Sam, and now, as he watched her in the dark, he noticed that she seemed to be trying to stare through his wrappings to get a look at his deformed self again. "Jono..."
_*Paige, listen...I think I know what you're going to say and I don't want to hear it. I can't abide pity and I'm not a freak show. _ *
Paige rocked back, her eyes wide. "What the Hell do you think I'm going to say? I feel bad that you have half a face? Well, I do. But I don't fucking care!" She half expected Sam to leap out of the shadows then and chide her for such language but, after half a beat, she soldiered onward. "Jubilee and I were talking about you. I like you, Jono. I want to get to know you better. I'm not swearing undying love or anything...I just would like to hang out or something." She found herself running out of steam, her voice faltering slightly. "And I'm not with Lance. Amara scares me, frankly, and besides...he's not my type."
_*And zombies are? _ *
"Stop being such a prick, Jono. You're not a zombie...you're a mutant. Welcome to our world." Paige rose from the dusty floor and held her hand out as if to help him rise. "It's almost one a.m., you know that? We should get to bed."
The words "we" and "bed" came together in Jono's mind to spark one of his more illicit fantasies of late, which all seemed to be starring a certain blonde girl from Kentucky. Reluctantly, Jono let her help him to his feet though he really did not need her to. He just wanted to touch her for a moment before he had to shove her away again. _*Paige, _ * he sent to her as she opened the door, _*I'm not in any position to have a relationship right now...not with you, not with anyone. _ *
Paige was proud that she successfully kept the hitch out of her breath as she turned to him, a false smile on her features. "Get over yourself, Jono. I just want to get to know you. It's not like I want to jump your bones or anything..."
Jono very nearly responded with something snide and almost lewd, but a movement in the shadows between the greenhouse and the tool shed made him grab her arm, motioning for silence. _*Someone's out here. _ *
Paige squinted in the dark and opened her mouth to call out, but a tightening of Jono's grip made her hold back. A short, slightly bent form emerged into the moonlight and scurried across the expanse of lawn sloping towards the lake. It was followed by a much taller form, certainly male. Paige leaned forward to get a better look only to have Jono pull her back into the shadows. "What?" she breathed.
_*Two more...maybe three. _ *
Sure enough, the moonlight picked out Rogue's white streak as the girl dashed on silent feet after the first pair of shadows. She was followed by someone shorter, spiky hair tinged with pink clearly showing in the silver light. A third form did not move far. They walked slowly, about twenty feet down the slope and stopped, turning to look back towards the greenhouse. "Hello?"
_*Scott. _ * Paige nodded to show that she had heard him. Scott started walking back towards them and Jono very nearly panicked as Paige turned in his grasp to face him. *_What are you doing? _ *
"Play along," she breathed. The temptation was too great and the situation too perfect not to do it. She stood on her toes and pulled down the edge of his wrappings over his face, exposing the very edge of the termination of his skin, a thin reed of the light that made up his life shining forth. Jono tried to pull away, but she was too fast. She kissed him quickly on the exposed skin, sliding the black cloth back over his face before he could react.
Jono felt severe, sharp pain all through his body. He hated this part, hated the lack of control he felt when he thought about her, how the energy within him raged as it had that one fateful time before, the time that took his life and very nearly that of someone else that he cared about very much. He wanted to shove Paige away but some part of his mind realized Scott was trying to see who it was in the shadows so he pulled her closer, holding her to his chest as he struggled for control. _*That was fucking stupid, Paige. Don't do that again. _ * He did not mean the words to be so harsh, but he could not risk losing control ever again.
She stiffened in his arms and pushed away roughly. "Go to Hell, Jono Starsmore!" She no longer cared about Scott watching or where the others had been going in such a hurry. She just had to get far away from Jono and the rising embarrassment coursing through her veins. With a hard slap across his covered cheek, she turned and ran as fast as she could back to the mansion.

A/N Where were they going? What's wrong with Kitty? And why the Hell haven't I written about Magneto in a few chapters?


1 Breeders...kind of derogatory term referring to straight people.
2 Bad inbreeding reference from Deliverance. One of the inbreds tells Ned Beatty to "squeal like a pig" before they sodomize him.
3 Line from Fargo. "Don't get snippy with me now! Just doin' my job!" But you have to imagine it with that flat accent...