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We Can Explain…Chapter Twenty Two (NC-17)
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Kitty
closed her eyes and clung tightly to Kurt, Rogue’s fingers twisting onto her
shirt fabric as the other girl towered behind her. “Kurt,” Kitty said steadily, much to her own surprise, “I’ll
phase us all when they come through the door…”
She swallowed the bile rising in her throat and willed her hands to stop
shaking. She had hastily gone over
everything they could possibly be ‘in trouble’ for in her mind and came up
blank. “I paid for the room,” she
muttered. She had a sudden vision of
the camera crew from _Cops _ name="_ftnref1" title="">
the other side of her door and her mother, in Chicago, saying to all and sundry
“See? That’s why we disowned her!”
would say if he saw her getting arrested on television…
Kurt shook
his head. “Nein, Katzchen.
could feel her pressed against him, her fingers digging into his upper arm.
me.”
Rogue’s
voice, only slightly breathy with fear, was almost swallowed by the sound of
the wood of the door starting to splinter.
“Kurt, the only way I’m runnin’ from here is if I’m chasin’
someone!” She tightened her grip on
Kitty’s shirt and stiffened her spin.
“And they ain’t gonna get away.”
Kurt
sighed. He really did know better than
to think he could have gotten them to keep themselves clear of danger, but he
had to try. His sense of protectiveness
demanded it. “Okay then…just…just
please don’t get killed!” The door
cracked loudly, overlapping his last statement. He felt like he was on a rollercoaster, poised at the top of the
drop but then he car sticks. His
adrenaline was pumping and, combined with his earlier adventure, this made Kurt
feel decidedly ill. He prayed that he
would not throw up in front of Kitty, much less their suddenly silent
intruders. “Hello?” he hazarded after a
moment of tense silence. The door was
obviously broken, a ragged crack in the wood allowing a tiny sliver of waning
sunlight into the room. “Polizei?”
Kitty burst
into nervous giggles, unable to stem the flow even when she clamped her hand
over her mouth and Rogue pinched her back.
Hard. “We’re dead, aren’t we?”
she gasped, pulling away from Kurt and Rogue and collapsing onto the bed in a
heap of breathless laughter and fearful tears.
“This is Hell. It’s because I
missed services last Purim. Or wait…it’s because of that time I broke Lance’s
bike when we were ten and I told him it was Charles Morton who did it!”
“Kitty, get
a grip,” Rogue snapped, glad to have something to vent at, even if it was
unfair to Kitty. “If this were Hell,
I’d be in Abercrombie and Fitch with Britney Spears and George W. Bush!”
Kurt rolled
his eyes, exhaling shakily. He knelt in
front of Kitty, still tensed in case some one finally did come through the
broken door, and said quietly, “Katzchen, calm down. You’re going to hyperventilate.
If you do that, I will get upset.
If I get upset, then I shed. I
know you hate it when I shed…” He
purposefully kept his voice gentle and almost self-mocking, hoping to make her
calm down. It seemed to have the
reverse effect, though, when she burst into full fledged sobs.
survived…just survived. This is
nothing!” He smiled in what he hoped
was an encouraging manner, jumping slightly when the door cracked a little
more, seemingly without outside assistance.
“Kurt,” she
said slowly, taking long breaths to calm herself, “we don’t know what *this *
is! We don’t even have the first fucking clue!” Notes of hysteria climbed back into her voice as she went on.
like…like Cave Kurt or something, then you get sick, now…now this!
Her rant
was cut off sharply by Rogue. “Yellow
eyes,” she practically shouted, her face turning pink in either frustration or
agitation, Kurt was not sure. “Yellow
eyes!” she repeated, looking at Kurt wildly.
“Was?
“No,” Rogue
insisted, the color fading from her face as quickly as it had risen.
becoming waxy with what Kurt determined to be dread certainty.
for a second…”
Kitty shook
her head so hard her ponytail slapped her in the face.
“How do you
know?” Kurt asked softly. “Like you
said, we don’t know what *this * is…”
He swallowed bitterness and forced himself to rise to his feet.
waiting for us to come out. If it were
really the police, we would be under arrest or something by now.”
Kitty could
tell from the tone of his voice and his tense, slightly trembling stance, that
Kurt was as scared as she was. Rogue
had taken to rubbing her swollen hand on her denim-clad leg, muttering to
herself about random plots and cursing The Brotherhood, not even looking up as
Kurt moved slowly towards the door.
Kitty found her voice as his hand closed on the knob.
Let me!” She was on her feet and
across the room before Kurt could object.
Without a backwards glance, she phased through the broken door and found
herself blinking in the bright light.
“Holy shit…” She staggered back
into the room, her mouth hanging open, hands shaking. “This isn’t right…this can’t be right…”
“Was?” Kurt
demanded, helping her to the bed. “Who
is it?”
Kitty could
only shake her head. “Look!” she
managed. She covered her face with her
hands as if trying to press her eyes into better service.
Kurt tore
himself away from her side and went to the door, opening it slowly.
massive room with shiny wood floors, lit by a brilliant, giant, crystal
chandelier, candles blazing brightly instead of light bulbs.
seemed to be a quadrille, all dressed in fine clothes and seemingly ignorant of
the three teenagers crowded into a narrow doorway. “What…what the fuck…” He
murmured a string of protection charms in Rom out of ingrained habit, his right
hand creeping up to cross himself. The
dancers all stopped as one and turned to face them. “Oh…this can’t be good…”
He felt Kitty’s hand grip his tightly, grinding his bones together as
she tried not to panic some more. Rogue
exhaled noisily on his other side, her gloved fingers clamping down hard on his
elbow.
“Ah,
welcome!” The voice that trilled out of
the silence was crystalline, almost bell like in its purity.
without her high heels on, Kurt judged with a quick glance down her body,
sailed forth, her cream gown shimmering in the candlelight.
away. “I hope your trip was not too
tiring. There are some things laid out
for you upstairs in the bedrooms…” She
looked to her left, frowning slightly. “James!
Take them upstairs, please!” Her
stunning smile back in place, she addressed Kurt again.
Mister Wagner. Please, feel free…” she
trailed off, obviously waiting for him to shut the holo off.”
Kurt jerked
his chin defiantly. “No, thanks.
Her smile tightened.
James!”
A thin,
nondescript man appeared out of nowhere.
“Right away, ma’am…” He motioned
for them to precede him up the sweeping spiral staircase at the opposite end of
the ballroom. The dancers still waited,
staring silently.
Kitty spoke
up, her voice thin and reedy. “I
think…I think we’d like to stay here…”
She took a step back and yelped as she ran into a solid wall.
The raven haired
woman laughed, a trilling, musical sound, and held out her hand to Kitty,
beckoning her forward. When she did not
get the response she desired, Kitty still standing at Kurt’s side defiantly,
she became decidedly less cordial. “You
are to join my guests and me down here in thirty minutes. Bring your friend
with you. Any longer than half an hour,
I send James after you.”
James
smiled, revealing a row of very pointed teeth.
“I do not like to…drag…people down for Ma’am.”
Kurt
nodded. “Of course not.
after James.
A/N Patience grasshoppers.
It shall make sense soon!
name="_ftn1" title="">[1] COPS…guilty
pleasure for many people. Camera crew
follows around cops on the job and gets them arresting people, etc.
face down on the car port just makes your day look brighter…