The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

The Devil and The Deep Blue Sea Chapter Thirty Six (NC-17)
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“You are really irritating, you know that?”
Jono shrugged. _* I live to serve, _ * he responded with an ironic half bow.
“You could at least, I dunno, pretend to give a fuck!” Tabby tugged Lucas back from the edge of the sofa, repositioning him so that he faced the television. She frowned, tug at at an errant blonde curl. “Call someone or somethin’…”
Jono rolled his eyes and remained silent, settling back. Lucas cooed noncommittally, clapping his hands to music only he heard. He giggled suddenly and leaned towards Jono, patting the black-clad leg. _*What? _* Jono asked without expecting an answer. Lucas giggled again and began a bouncing, swaying sort of dance in his seat, making Tabby smile faintly.
“Hard to believe something so loveable came from Pietro’s lack of control, huh?” she sighed, tickling her son.
Jono shuddered slightly at the mental image of Pietro in the throes of lacking control. _* So you’re just going to dick around here then? _* he asked a moment later, when Tabby looked up from tickling Lucas.
“Pretty much,” she shrugged, glaring slightly. “Unless you be a good boy and go fetch me someone who has a clue.” The phone began to ring in the hall and she eyed him curiously. “Aren’t you going to get that?”
_*And answer it how? _* He had never tried his telepathy over the phone before and somehow doubted it would work. Tab Tabby rolled her eyes and grabbed the portable phone off the end table. “Xavier Institute for Gifted Youth. Whatcha want?” She quirked a brow as whoever was on the other line began speaking. “Riiiiiiiiiiight. Look, if this is Mystique, why bother calling? Just show up all disguisey and fuck us up. Right, Mystique. Very funny Wanda. Ha.”
Jono wished he could speak out loud because he had some curse words ready that worked better when one could use facial expressions to accompany them. _* You are the most moronic fucking moron to ever walk the face of the earth, you know that? _*
“Eat me.” She picked up Lucas, who was snuffling softly and patted his diaper clad bottom. “Still dry… damn it. I need to feed him and I think I left his baby food at the apartment…”
Jono growled to himself and said, _*And how do you know that wasn’t actually Mystique? _*
“Like she’d just fucking call, you tool!” Tabby’s snort of derision was almost pitch perfect with Emma’s. “What if it was Mystique?” she mocked, gently rubbing Lucas’s back in the hopes of calming his snuffling.
Jono stood, towering over her. Light leaked from his bandages and he looked, Tabby thought for one startled moment, like a demon disguised as a human. _*You stupid bint. You just don’t ignore things like that, even if it a pra prank! _*
“Since when did you become Mister Responsible?” she demanded, following him out of the room and towards the elevators which led to the Professor’s wing, a portion of the third floor which was private, so private that it was rumored he had retinal scanners and voice recognition devices to prevent anyone other than himself from entering the section. Frankly, Tabby doubted it. Even in her short stay there, she had never seen evidence of advanced securmeasmeasures on any of the interior rooms other than the Danger Room, Cerebro and the Medical Lab. Even the small security room where all the monitors fed into and the other devices could be controlled just had a simple palm lock. Jono did not respond to her as he punched the “up” button angrily and stepped into the elevator as soon as the door slid open a few seconds later. She frowned and joined him, Lucas calming somewhat as the doors closed. “You know you’re overreacting, right?”
Jono stared straight ahead but asked. _*And just where is your girlfriend

Tabby inhaled sharply. “Not fair!”
_*You’re standing here, calling me Chicken Little,1while pretending that your lover isn’t off sucking up to daddy dearest and trying to get back into the Brotherhood?” He shook his head, bouncing on his toes slightly as the elevator stopped. “You’re not being fair. You’re exposing this whole Institute to risk.”
“It’s not like it’s the fucking plague or something!” Tabby whinged, feeling sick to her stomach. She did not forget where Wanda was, per se, but she could, for long seconds at a time, pretend that she was just at the store or just mad and driving around town or even at work. “You suck, Jono.”
_*Not in ages, love. Not in ages. _*

Wanda was cold. She was not quite sure what was going on but she would be damned if she let them think she was scared. It was costing her greatly to maintain her current state, hexing everyone within reach so that their powers would not function, but she felt marginally safer that way. She just hoped none of them realized it yet, and if they did, they would be too upset or startled or nervous or shocked to attack her physically. She did not think she could put up much of a fight at the moment. She pounded on the door for a fourth time and this time, she was sure that she heard movement. It opened slowly, the old wood, so familiar to her from childhood, sweeping against the marble floor as the foyer of the house was revealed. “a, aa, as I live and breathe,” purred Mesmero.
“Bite me, freak. I’m here to see my father.”


1 Chicken Little kept crying that the sky was falling when in fact nothing was happening at all other than she got whacked on the head with an acorn. I think the fox ate her in the end, IIRC.