Paradigm Shift

PARADIGM SHIFT CHAPTER NINETEEN (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies and BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE (tm), I'm not sure which one, but one of them has my eyeliner...check Tim for make up... ;) InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink are lovely for archiving. :) ProPhile gets spared the wrath of arm armadillos (they're testy critters, armadillos) because he sent the plotbunny that begat this story. Readers/Reviewers: Pardon me for a moment while I do a happy dance... Okay. I'm back. Thank you all for reading! :) And big duck hugs to the reviewers! :)



Warren was the first to break the silence. "Run that by me again..."
"Which part?" Kitty sighed wearily.
"The part right after, 'Professor! Professor! Look at what Remy found!'."
Kitty whimpered in frustration and pushed herself off the settee in the Professor's study. "What's so hard to understand? Kurt isn't Kurt, per se, but..."
"A moment, please," the Professor intoned, holding up a hand for silence. "I understand and I have to say my surprise is minimal. It seems that everything is on a karmic bent lately. Warren and I have found some rather interesting information on our sojourn to the city and it plays in quite seamlessly with what has been going on here."
"How so?" Kitty asked, eyes closed tightly and fingers twisting in the hem of her shirt out of nus hus habit.
"It seems," Professor Xavier said carefully, though he knew Kitty would be able to comprehend exactly what he was going to say even in the most technical terms, "Magneto has a new interest."
Warren shifted uncomfortably and added, "He's gone a bit mad scientist on us."
Kitty opened one eye and peered at the two men. "If you're going to tell me he's built himself a man, I'm going to be the first torch wielding villager out the door."
The Professor smiled quickly. "No, Kitty, it's nothing like that."
"More of a Jules Vern bent, actually," Warren said, earning a pointed glare from the Professor.
"Someone tell me and stop skirting this!" Kitty said opening both eyes and crossing her arms over her chest in a defiant gesture.
"Magneto has been lvedlved with a certain organization for some time under the guise of being a benefactor. He has funded several experiments for a company that used to work for the Department of Defense until budget cuts and certain unsavory outcomes to biological testing ceased the relationship. Magneto took up the slack, as it were, funding their mundane testing while commissioning several experiments of his own. Most of which, might I add, were scrubbed due to the rather suspect nature of their value for the D.O.D."
Warren snorted. "Finally, the government does something right..."
Kitty glared. "How did you find all this out?"
Warren and the Professor exchanged uneasy glances. "That's not important right now," the older man finally said. "It was during a visit to Emma that this matter was brought to my attention and necessitated that I visit some contacts in the city to verify the information..."
Kitty stood and took a deep breath, seeking an inner calm she could not find. "Professor, with all due respect, you're treating me like an idiot. Tell me everything, please, I'm begging you... You hinted that this has something to do with what happened, with Kurt." She dashed nascent tears from her eyes as she continued in a stronger voice, "Is there a way to get him back? Forge is trying but..."
The Professor would have leapt to his feet if he could have. Instead, he slammed his hands down flat on the arm rests of his chair and, in a voice more angry than Kitty would ever have expected from the man, he bit out, "Warren, get Forge out of the work room _now. _ He is not to attempt _anything!" _
"Professor Xavier!" Kitty cried as Warren ran from the room, "No! Forge has to fix it! It was his device that did it so he can make it better!"
The Professinceinced at Kitty's sudden panic, her grab at his wrists in desperation more heart rending than her voice. "Kitty, try and calm yourself," he soothed even as he sent a silent suggestion to her mind. "My reasons for stopping Forge are not frivolous. It is extremely important that he does not attempt to manipulate anything have to do with this...this dimensional problem, even in the slightest. Things are in a fine balance right now and to do so could be disastrous for Kurt, among others..."
Kitty was hyperventilating, despite the gentle coaxing of the Professor's mental suggestions. "No...no, no, no, no, no! He has to fix it! He has to make it right!"
Beast appeared silently in the doorway as she babbled, summoned by a silent command of the Professor's. "Kitty, hold out your left arm, please," he said gently and she complied, her brain responding to the request even as it reeled in disbelief. "This may sting a little."
"What?" Kitty's attention snapped to the fore and she opened her mouth to protest as the needle slid into her flesh. Instead of words, an inarticulate gurgle came from her lips and her eyes rolled back in her head as her knees buckled.
Beast caught her easily, pocketing the hypodermic needle as he lifted her. "This should last about an hour, maybe more, depending on her body's response. I'll keep her in the med lab to keep an eye on her, just in case she should have an adverse reaction."
The Professor nodded. "Good, good...when she comes to, keep her there until I say otherwise. She's bound to be angry and going off half cocked is not in anyone's best interest."
Beast murmured assent and carried Kitty from the room. The Professor pulled the plastic card Kitty had given him from his breast pocket and stared at it closely as if willing it to divest it's secrets. When she had sought him out at St Dymphna's disguised as a nurse until he was alone with Emma, Mystique had been cryptic at best. She had relayed the bare minimum of information, enough to let him know that Kurt had indeed been the victim of a cruel twist of physics and offered him enough proof to make it believable. Taking what he then knew to his contacts, the Professor felt out of his depth as they verified information left and right, but offered no more detail than Mystique had originally offered him. _Mystique, damn it, why do you have to live up to your name sometimes? _

Lance choked out a gasp as he was grabbed from behind and pulled into the laundry room and shoved roughly against the dryer. "Amara!" he said sharply when he saw who it was, his fists balled to strike whoever had grabbed him. "What the Hell?"
"Shut up," she said firmly, already working his shirt over his head.
Lance tried to jerk away and ended up striking his head on the cabinet above the dryer. "Shit! Amara, what're you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing?" she said, renewing her efforts to take off his clothes. Lance let her pull his shirt off but stopped her when she reached for the button on his pants. "Remove your hands from my wrists," she said in her best imperial voice.
"Princess, what the Hell brought this on?" _Not that I mind... _"This door doesn't even have a lock!"
She smiled wickedly. "Don't you like a little bit of danger? Granted, it's not very dangerous to get caught doing this, but even a little bit is nice," she said, baring her teeth as she twisted her hands free from his grasp and pushed his arms behind him. "Now if you can't keep your hands to yourself like a good boy, I'll have to tie you up and leave you here until you learn to behave."
Lance felt his eyes widen. _What the Hell's got her so worked up? And do I really care? _ Obediently, he put his hands on the dryer behind him and closed his eyes as she pushed his pants and underwear down around his ankles. "Amara," he began as neutrally as he could.
"Did I say you could talk?" she demanded, pinching his side hard enough to make him jump. "Kitty's sick or something so I'm stuck picking up Tabby and Wanda so damn it, I want to be in a good mood so I don't kill them both," she said, feeling the need to explain herself despite her intent to be domineering.
"Ah. Sorry. Okay then," Lance said, wincing inwardly at the anger radiating off Amara. had had been trying her best to get over what Tabby had done almost a year before but she harbored a deep anger, welling up at unexpected times. Some days the two got along well, especially since Wanda had come along and somewhat tempered Tabby's habits, but most days, Lance knew, Amara was itching for a chance to get the girl alone in the Danger Room for just a few minutes. He lost his train of thought as he felt her hand on his length, her teeth and tongue on his chest and her entire body pressed against him, though she was still fully clothed. He kept her demand and remained as silent as possible as she worked him into a state of nearly painful arousal, not letting him touch her or even kiss her, her own breath ragged and loud in the small room. He was barely able to keep his balance as she pulled him suddenly towards her then turned him around so his back was to the door. She hopped onto the dryer and raised one eyebrow, an unspoken demand that he read easily. Watching her for reaction, he pushed her long skirt up her legs, glad she tended towards clothing that reminded her of her native costume and not the jeans and pants girls usually wore around the Institute. She leaned back and let him pull her towards him slightly by her knees, though a problem quickly presented itself. "Um, Amara? I can't quite...well, you're up too high..."
She shrugged. "Figure it out for yourself."
He was tempted to pull her down and take her on the floor but he refrained. Instead, he sank to his knees in front of her and parted her thighs. She bit down on her lip in anticipation and he grinned to himself. If there was one way to make Amara lose her façade of control, this was it. Her heels dug into his shoulders and the back of his neck as he teased her, laving and nibbling the sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs. By her silence, broken only by the sounds of stifled gasps and throaty, closed-lipped moans, Lance knew she was going not going to relinquish her control lightly. He set to with fervor, finding all her pleasurable spots easily, murmuring against her even as he laved and nipped, suckling the nub of flesh at the apex of her thighs so long that she finally cried out, pushing against him in a demand for release. Her legs tightened around him as she arched and gasped, her climax against his lips and tongue lapped up eagerly. When he pulled away and stood again, she was still gasping for breath. "Good mood now?" he asked lightly.
"Almost..." She nodded in the direction of his arousal. "You're still...tense..."
"Um..."
"Take care of it." The confusion was obvious on his face because she clarified, "I want to watch you do it."
"No! Amara!" Lance tried to take a step back but tripped over his pants, still around his ankles. "I can't do that in front of you!"
She sighed and rolled her eyes. "You let me do all sorts of interesting things to you, including but not limited to bondage and spanking, but you won't jerk off in front of me?"
"That's....that's...no!" Lance felt embarrassed she would even mention it and then angry at himself for feeling that way.
She shook her head and made a disgusted noise through her nose. "I'm late anyway. Just know that I'm not pleased...well, aside from the obvious. You're going to have to be taught a lesson later."
Lance hurriedly pulled his pants up to cover his nakedness as she stood, adjusting her skirt and smoothing her hair. "Want me to come with you?"
"No. I can deal with Tabby on my own. I'll be back in an hour with them. If I'm not...have bail money ready."
Lance nodded, smiling faintly at her joke. _Taught a lesson, huh? Not such a bad deal... _