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Blueshift Chapter Twenty Nine (NC-17)
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This world
hurt. It was bright and seemed to be
made entirely of cold and strange smells, things that were rotten in their
center but pure on the outside.
small and awkward loped across the crunching white surface, a place that looked
like it might be crystal or gems but was wet and cold, seeming to give way to
brown and sad secrets hidden beneath the beauty.
pleasant. The living machine that had
comforted them for so long grew faint in the hollow in the crunching white
stuff where they had fallen. The tallest
of them lifted her arms upwards, reaching for the pale gray-blue sky, spreading
her fingers as if she could gather it to her.
She had learned about this place ages ago, known it was home of
primitives and those who did not understand their race or even know of Aerie
had been heard. She wondered if their
words were understood or if it was something more primitive, if these creatures
here would even understand the common tongue of home.
found her companions staring down the slopw towards a
fumbling primitive, slipping and crunching up the slight incline.
limbs and odd roundness. He was short,
as all primitives seemed to be, and odd noises rose from his person, like other
voices but far away, crackling and sharp, painful to their ears.
in their tongue.
“A
primitive,” she answered tartly. She
watched as he drew closer. He could see
them clearly now and seemed awed at their appearance.
full height and tilt her chin proudly.
This is what superior looks like, she thought.
She remained silent though as he stopped just out of arm’s reach.
“You folks
okay? I coulda
sworn I saw a crash…” He squinted
against the glare of the weak sun off the snow and peered up at them.
She could
sense the disdain in his voice. “Leave
us,” she replied in his own tongue, feeling the words
thick and vulgar. She had learned the
language while growing up, the general feeling that it was necessary just in
case, one day, they needed to interact on a more obvious basis with these
creatures. The man stared at her openly
now, all pretense of polite interest or concern gone.
to protect her as the primitive’s hand moved to his hip.
native plant live where they had fallen, another primitive’s voice arose.
“Jim!
a fuckin’ flyin’ saucer or
secreted place and stopped when he saw his own companion before them.
She felt
her headache returning. “You are not our
concern,” she said slowly. She nodded
subtly to her nearest companion and turned her back, ignoring the chill air and
starting the long walk towards the dark-colored structure further up the slope,
away from the ribbon of churning green-brown water.
“Hey!”
sharply. Two sets of heavy footsteps
crunched and slipped towards them as they walked with long strides towards the
dark shape, a smaller, almost clear structure that looked like a smaller
dwelling coming into view as they moved up the slope.
She turned
and looked at the primitives. They had stopped at some invisible line of
demarcation. They would not move past a
fallen piece of metal, formerly part of the fence, that
guarded this dwelling from the outside world. She turned to her friends again
and smiled faintly. In
place we were called to. I can feel
them, those who brought us here. They
are nearby, waiting.”
One of the
others, a very brusque female who seemed angry at everything, snarled.
To *him*…” She curled her lip in
disgust. “One of the
primitives. You have set yourself to him, lust for him…”
“I do not
lust,” the first one replied smoothly. “I
have no lust for any male.” She turned
her back on the angry one and continued to walk up the slope,
her. Something moved inside it, a dark
shadow against the frosted glass. Pausing
for just a fraction of a moment, she changed her course.
dwelling, despite it’s size.
on this world, at least as a building material, and it seemed to exude heat, a
luxury, she was sure. “Come,” she said
softly to her companions, drawing her silvery cloak around her as they came
closer to the small dwelling. “The
entrance must be around this other side.”
“Brilliant,”
said the angry one.
Ignoring
her, the leader of the group smiled as she found the aperture that obviously
led to the interior of the dwelling. “Here,”
she smiled. She raised her arm to summon
the inhabitants within the crystal structure but stopped.
primitive standards, woman stood before her, her hair whiter than the crunching
ground and her eyes wide and shining. After
a long moment of stunned silence, she said the only name she knew for these
primitives. “Charles Xavier.”
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Blueshift Chapter Thirty (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE
â„¢, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta"¦ Hypnotherapy is a good
thing. InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink and Dracena are loverly and
wondermous for archiving/hosting. :) ProPhile: There's slash in
chapter after next. Be ye warned. Morgan: *tackleglomp *
Readers/Reviewers: Thank you a million times over for
reading/reviewing as you can! :)
"Charles is on the way with Logan, Rogue and Todd," Storm murmured,
snapping the cell phone closed. "What are they doing?"
Beast raised a brow. "Talking. I think." The visitors were sitting
closely together, murmuring in some language he could not follow.
"Where are the students?"
"I'm not sure," Storm replied, glancing at the door to the study.
"If Jamie was still up in the garret, he'd surely have seen them
walking up here. I'm surprised he's not pounding on the door right
now, demanding to come in." She felt the grit of potting soil still
on her fingers and under her nails and sighed. Tucking her hands
under the edges of her cloak, she gave Beast a "here goes nothing!"
glance and approached the tallest of the visitors. "Can I get you
something to drink? Something to eat perhaps? It's very cold out and
you're not dressed for the weather. Maybe some hot coffee or cocoa?"
There was an inquisitive silence before the tall one stood. "No,"
she said carefully, "thank you." Her pale gaze slid off of Storm like
water and settled on the door. A moment later, a shuffling noise and
a weak knock sounded. The tall one smiled.
Beast and Storm frowned, exchanging yet another glance that spoke
volumes. The door swung open slowly, Emma resting most of her weight
against the doorknob. "Good," she panted, obviously exhausted,
"you're finally here."
Beast leapt forward to catch her before she hit the ground. "What
are you doing out of bed?" he fretted sternly, carrying Emma to the
chaise lounge that was older than any of the humans in the room.
"Storm, please get a glass of water," he added as Emma tried to speak
and her lower lip split enough to let a thin ooze of blood rise to the
surface.
"No," Emma growled, struggling to sit up. The sedative was still
trying to hold her fast in it's somnolent grip but she fought it. She
felt sick but she fought it. "You," she said to the beings staring at
her from across the room, "you have been tormenting me for days!"
"What's going on in"¦ Holy Shit!"
All eyes turned as one to face the cadre of students in the hallway.
Jamie, Kitty, Kurt, Jono, Paige, Rahne and Bobby, tagging along for
the ride, stood, staring. Kitty found her voice first. "New
students?" she squeaked, clearing her throat and blushing furiously.
"I mean hi. No, I mean"¦" she made a frustrated noise and turned to
Beast and Storm. "What do I mean?"
"Come in and shut the door," Storm said calmly, sighing as they all
tried to squeeze through at once. Jamie wriggled through first,
pulling Rahne along behind him. The students filed in quietly after
the initial crush and stood just inside the door, wide eyed as anime
children, staring at the feathered visitors.
Jamie licked his lips, his face strangely pale and eyes shining. "I
knew it," he breathed, then cleared his throat. "Hi," he began,
starting to offer his hand but thinking better of it. "Um, you didn't
happen to, I dunno, come from outer space, did you?"
"Jamie!" several voices groaned as one, but Jono and Emma seemed
keenly interested.
"I couldn't stop her," Scott's voice broke through the thick,
speculative silence. He trailed a staggering Jean into the room.
"She just broke away from me!" To his wife, he added, almost
accusingly, "You're freakishly strong for your size, you know that?"
Jean glared briefly at him and moved forward in a broken gait. "It
stopped," she said to Beast, a hint of relief in her voice. "It
stopped and my head doesn't hurt but I had to come here. I couldn't
help it"¦ I needed it"¦" Her eyes fell on Emma. "You felt it, too."
Emma nodded. "They called us."
"Ooooooookay," Kurt drawled slowly. "This is a little too Close
Encounters1 for me"¦" He glanced at Kitty and added sotto voce, "What
the Hell is going on here?"
"I think the teeps have gone to a happy place," she muttered. Beast
was leading Jean to sit with Emma and Jono had edged forward, his
expression, or what Kitty could see of it, intense. "Jono?" She knew
his telepathic ability was something he held close and refused to
develop but it had never occurred to her really that he could still be
affected by the same things that affected Jean and Emma and Professor
Xavier. "Jono, you okay? You look"¦ off."
Jono ignored her and stared intently at the tall female, still
standing, who was staring back at him. Rahne blew out a huff of air
and elbowed Jamie. "Jamie, let's go and leave the newbies alone, huh?
We're getting all excited over nothing. Come on"¦" She tugged on his
wrist only to find him immobile. "James Maddrox, come on!"
Paige shook her head and leaned forward to whisper, albeit a bit
loudly, to Rahne, "You've lost him to the geek side, come on."
Kitty snorted. "Jamie, come on"¦ let's let the telepaths have their
nervous breakdown in peace." In truth, she was nervous and almost
scared for her friends. She could tell that these newcomers were not
students. _Morlocks, maybe? No, they're too pretty for that. Maybe
they just came to talk to the Professor and they're high projectors"¦"
Emma's sudden, lurching movement made Kitty start. "Catch her!" she
cried as Emma swayed dangerously forward.
She caught herself before Beast could reach her. She walked forward
slowly, stopping just out of arm's reach of the shortest of the three
newcomers. Cocking her head slightly to one side, the telepath had an
air of dignity inherent in her movements most people had to work a
lifetime to achieve. "I am not a messenger," she said slowly with a
dangerous lilt in her voice. "I am not a servant to do your bidding.
I do not appreciate being toyed with, made to suffer, simply for your
ease." The downy female flew back several feet, hitting the wood
paneled wall of the study. Emma's expression became something between
rage and pleasure. "Stay out of my head."
The tall female held out a hand as her companion slid to the floor,
hurried regaining her footing. "No," she said softly in their own
language. "Leave her be."
"She offends me," the other one snarled in return, ignoring the odd
looks from the fleshy inferiors.
"I don't care," Lilandra replied. "No."
Storm exhaled slowly, her uncertainty rolling off of her in waves.
"What is it you want? Why are you here?" She pulled Emma back and
pushed her none too gently onto the sofa. "Children, please leave."
"No," Lilandra said again, separating herself from the others of her
ilk. "Let them stay. They need to. They are part of this."
Kurt swallowed noisily. "I don't remember signing up for this. Why
am I part of this?"
"Because," Lilandra said patiently, her eyes never leaving Emma's.
"You are one of them."
1 If you want to fuck with someone who remembers the 80's clearly,
particularly the sci fi craze, make a huge mound of mashed potatoes
and make it look like a mesa and say in a dreamy voice, "This means
something"¦" If they get it, you know they watched Close Encounters of
the Third Kind one too many times back in the day.