Sins of the Father

Sins of the Father Chapter Three (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE (tm), Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta... I'm finally catching up! Expect more ficcage soon! InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink and Dracena get lots-o-glomps for archiving/hosting. :) ProPhile: More smut soon... ;) Readers/Reviewers: *blush * *twirly dance of joy * Thanks!!!



Amara was so bored she honestly felt like crying. She had been lingering near the door of The Android's Dungeon1 Comics and Games for almost an hour and a half but Lance was not getting the hint. After her third delicate yet pointed cough, the large, bearded man behind the counter offered her a drink of water. For a dollar. She had simply glared in response and returned to staring holes in Lance's back as he rummaged around the racks of comics for some issue she apparently, to hear him explain, could not fathom the importance of. Todd was at his side, following through the comics just in case Lance missed the one he was looking for on the first pass. Finally, she could take it no more. "Lance, I am leaving. I have the car keys and I will leave you here in this hole if you are not in the car in five minutes." She turned and, with minimal flourish, swept from the store.
Lance looked up at the man behind the counter. "You say something?"
"No, I did not," he sniffed.2 "If you are not going to purchase those items, I suggest you stop pawing them and leave here."
Lance and Todd exchanged glances. "Fine, fine... we'll get these," Todd grabbed a handful of random comics featuring preposterously endowed women in very high heels. "Can we keep looking now?"
The proprietor glanced at the selections and sighed, taking another long draw on his Slushie. "Very well..."
Lance resumed his search in earnest. He had been through every rack in the comic book store except this very last one and hope was slim. "Damn it...I guess you didn't find it, did ya?"
Todd shook his head. "Naw, but I found the future Mrs Todd Tolensky," he muttered, staring at a poster of some futuristic, very glossy, heroine.
"Rogue'll have your balls if she knows you stare at shit like that," Lance snorted.
Todd grinned. "She'll get over it since she's going to marry Johnny Depp or Henry Rollins3, depending on what day you ask her."
"Henry Rollins I can see...they can glare at each other and growl all day." He grabbed the comic books as Todd paid for them and ignored the derogatory snort of the man behind the counter as they turned to saunter out of the store. "Anyway, I heard that we were supposed to get like four or five newbies today."
"Yeah...Rogue was annoyed cuz she had to help with the tours or somethin'." Todd shrugged and stopped on the curb. "Uh...where'd we park, yo?"
Lance paused. "Right...there?" He stared at the parking meter which had expired, knowing full and well that the Jeep had last been there. "Think it got towed?"
Todd blinked, then shook his head. "Nooo...uh, dude? Where's your girlfriend?"
Lance stared off into the middle distance, playing the past two hours over in his mind. "Oh, fucking shit... damn it!" He kicked the post for the parking meter hard, yelping and swearing as he hopped on one foot in response to the shot of pain resulting from the action. "She took off in the car cause we were taking too long!"
"Uncool, yo," Todd sighed, dropping to sit on the curb. "Now what?"
"Got some change?" Lance was already patting his pockets to no avail. "Fuck." He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. "No payphones on Main Street anyway. Damn damn damn."
"She'll prolly come back, yo," Todd suggested. "I mean, she wouldn't just ditch us." He sounded unsure even as he said it. "Would she?"
Lance gave him a pointed look and sighed. "We're walkin', my friend. Up and at 'em." He knew they were going to be late, well past the six o'clock curfew set for school nights, but there was no choice. He half hoped Logan would go easy on them and limit the Danger Room punishment sessions to only three hours after he learned the reason for their tardiness, but he doubted it.
"We'll still be in time for that eight o'clock meeting," Todd said as if he could read Lance's mind. They started down the long sidewalk towards the edge of the small midtown area at the end of which they would cut through the school parking lot and the field behind, heading towards the older homes in the historic part of Bayville, then uphill to home. "Hey, you think everything is gonna get back to normal soon? I mean, with half of everyone being pissed off and all..."
Lance made a face of annoyance. He did not want to talk about the divide in the group of his recently won friends since the incident that Kitty referred to as The Betrayal (capitals emphasized). "Don't worry 'bout it, man. I mean, that wasn't nothin' compared to the crap Magneto pulled with us, right?" He kicked a pebble and stubbed his already sore toes, biting back a string of fluent swears. "At least this time, there was a reason behind it."
"Right," Todd sighed. "A reason..." They were nearing an intersection on the border of the shopping area and about to cross into the more run down but still tourist-prone section of the town when Todd saw someone very familiar. "Shit... you know, we really gotta stop talkin' bout the Brotherhood. I think they have super hearing."
Coming towards them down the sidewalk was Pietro and Piotr, Tarot following at a short distance, speaking sharply in French to someone on the other end of her cel phone connection. Pietro saw them first and smiled faintly. "Hello," he said pleasantly. "Walking, are we?"
"No, we're doing the backstroke," Lance snapped, rolling his eyes. "See ya 'round, Pie Pie." He and Todd sidestepped the trio and kept walking.
"Hey," Piotr said in a conversational tone, though his voice carried due to it's nature. Lance and Todd stopped as one and in a maneuver that would have been comedic if not for the tension crackling in the air between the groups, turned as a unit to face the Brotherhood. "Your little girlfriend is getting arrested on Euclid, Lance."
"Shut the fuck up," Lance snorted. "Whatever."
"No, it's true. We saw her," Pietro smiled, though the expression looked a tad forced. "Cop was shouting at her and everything. Man, Xavier's gotta keep a tighter rein on you people. Ain't none of us every been arrested."
Tarot snapped the phone closed and glared at him. "English, Pietro. You're better than slang." She turned her glare on Lance and Todd. "And you're too good to talk to traitors," she added, idly flipping a tarot card out of some hidden pocket. The image flashed briefly-The Hanged Man-and she grinned. "A bientot4," she purred, turning her back on them and resuming her path down the sidewalk, Pietro and Piotr following per force.
Lance glowered, toeing the felled card with a sneer. "Dumb bitch. What the fuck are they doing in town anyway?"
Todd shrugged. "Same thing we are, probably. Dude, I wish you wouldn't be so mean to Pietro..." He paused, no sure he believed the words coming out of his mouth. "Think they were lying about Amara?"
"Probably," he sighed. "What're the chances they'd come across her getting cuffed and then us, ya know?"
Todd raised a brow. "What're the chances of a house full of mutant teenagers living undetected like we do?"
"Euclid it is then..."

A/N Next chapter, What Happened to Kitty? Did Amara Get Arrested? And what were they all doing in town?


1 The Comic Book Guy's store on The Simpsons. I don't know if I should be sad that I know that or not.
2 And yes, here's Comic Book Guy
3 Lead singer of Black Flag, a driving force in American Punk music for a while there. He also does spoken word tours that are funny as hell.
4 Later or tomorrow