Sins of the Father

Sins of the Father Chapter Twenty Six (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE (tm), Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta... Box is sealed and ready to go to Germany! InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink and Dracena are superwonderful for archiving/hosting! :) ProPhile: It shall be there today at noon. ;) Morgan: *cajunglomp * Readers/Reviewers: The armadillos want to restage the battle of Troy... I think one of them stole my lipstick to be Helen. *SIGH * That's not as disturbing as the lingerie and the blonde wig.

Kurt was sore all over. Even the muscles in his tail ached. Scott had made him clean the hangar from top to bottom, not a complex task but time consuming. The place was kept immaculate by Logan and Forge for the most part, but it still required a twice weekly going over with various cleaning supplies "just to make sure," Logan had smiled thinly. He was loathe to let anyone touch his domain of toys, as Kitty referred to the Institute's arsenal, adding her commentary on Freudian obsessions, but Kurt seemed to find himself cleaning the hangar more often than not. It did not occur to him until his third time in the hangar that it was most likely because of his ability to get into places that other people could not that led the duty to fall to him over and over again. "Well, at least I'm useful," he muttered darkly as he hung from one overhead girder, replacing a blown bulb in one of the overhead lights. He hung there for a moment longer after giving the bulb a final twist and sighed. He had tried not to think about Kitty leaving in a few months, even if it was for somewhere just a few hours away, and even if she would be home on weekends. He could almost, he thought, resent her for going away like that, for leaving him there... almost. _She's the reason I'm not scared anymore. If it wasn't for her, I'd still be hiding in a dark corner, sad and alone... _He sighed, realizing he was being melodramatic but knowing on a deeper level that it was true. Kitty had drawn him out, whether she knew it or not, whether she meant to or not. Even when she was afraid of him, he had sought her out, coming a little more out of his shell of pain and fear each time he tried to get her attention. "Ancient history," he muttered, dropping from his perch and bamfing to the floor near the supply locker. He had his back to the rest of the massive hangar as he returned the cleaning materials to their assigned spots and gathered up the dirty rags to take to the laundry room. He kicked the locker door shut and turned to give the room a visual once-over again, and froze. Coming through the door on the far end of the hangar were Aggie and Annie, speaking in low tones with a tinge of urgency. Kurt looked around frantically for the briefest moment before dropping the rags and teleporting to his former perch on the girder. He was not usually given to spying but Aggie disturbed him...
Aggie stopped in the middle of the hangar, her fingers trailing almost unconsciously along the underside the Blackbird's wing. "I can't believe it didn't work," she snapped at Annie, apparently halfway into the conversation already.
Annie stopped several feet away, her blonde ringlets shimmering unnaturally in the bright white lights. "Agrona, you are rushing things. This is not a blitzkrieg. This is to be done with damned near surgical precision."
Kurt blinked in astonishment. The apparent young girl sounded much older than her supposed ten years. Her voice was lower than Kurt had heard before, the voice of a grown woman. Her movements as she began to pace were not those of a child but those of an adult. He nearly fell off his perch as she vented a coarse swear. _Something's rotten in the state of Denmark... _1
Aggie's snarl was evident in her voice. "Surgical precision does not mean painstakingly slow, Ananda. We will not linger here any longer than we have to." She shifted, her hand dropping from the wing of the jet to toy with the end of her braid. "Poena is a new wrinkle. She was not on my fact sheet."
Annie shrugged. "I don't think she is our problem." She waved off the idea of Poena with a negligent flick of her wrist. "My worry is that brunette with the pony tail...Kathy? Kimmy?"
_Kitty, _ Kurt hissed inwardly. He crept along the girder to a more advantageous vantage point and quietly, neatly, shifted so that he hung by his knees, bringing himself a little closer to the conversation.
"Kitty," Aggie said flatly. "She is harmless. She's too busy drooling on the blue one, the younger blue one," she corrected herself. Shrugging again, she wandered over to the still open locker of cleaning supplies. "You know they have everything in here we would need to blow them to kingdom come?"
Annie vented a rough sigh. "Time and place, Agrona. This is neither." She marched over to the locker and slammed the metal door shut, narrowly missing Aggie's fingers. "These students are not idiots. They will not be blind to our chore here much longer. We move fast, neat and clean. Surgical precision," she repeated. Glancing up quickly at Aggie's face, she rolled her eyes. "Stop pouting. It'll stick."
Kurt found himself holding his breath back, waiting to hear if they would continue talking about Kitty. Instead, Aggie sighed and stretched with her arms over her head. " I marked the blue one, Kurt," she said casually, "So he is next."
"What of Ernie? Is he done?" Annie made her way over to Forge's work bench and, with some effort, hopped up onto it.
Aggie made a moue of annoyance. "He is too...eager. Even by my standards. He should not have come with us."
"Hey, what're you two doing in here?" Logan's gruff voice sounded over the loudspeaker.
He must be watching from the security room, Kurt realized. He wondered if Logan knew he was in there and if he was about to get busted himself. Instead, the girls below sighed in unison and marched towards the side door, leading back into the mansion proper. Kurt remained very still even after the door shut. After what seemed like an endless moment, he chanced, "Herr Logan?"
"Yeah?" His voice was grainy over the PA system but his amusement was obvious.
"I need to talk to you."
1 From _Hamlet _