Galatea

Galatea Chapter Four (NC-17)
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Kitty tried to reconstruct how it happened but could not quite do it. Somehow, it went from she and Amara going to town for Lance's gift to Jubilee tagging along to her her prescription then Jean and Rahne joining in to shop for tops then Rogue coming with because she needed new bodysuits. Amara kept glowering in the backseat of the Jeep, shooting Kitty evil glares in the rearview mirror. "This," the Nova Roman spat, "is unacceptable."
Jubilee frowned. "What? You want the window seat?"
"No," Amara groused, "this was not meant to be a..." she paused, trying to think of the phrase, "...a field excursion!"
"Field trip," Kitty muttered. "It wasn't supposed to be a field trip." She swerved around a slow car and ignored the general murmur of nervousness from her passengers.
"You two bonding or something?" Rogue asked with a raised brow.
"I dislike it intensely when my plans are altered," Amara intoned.
Kitty rolled her eyes at Jean as she swung into the first parking space she found. Bayville's main street was one long arcade of shops and restaurants, much cheaper than the mall but not nearly as distract "O "Okay, divide and conquer," Kitty announced. "Meet here in two hours!"
"Three!" Amara corrected. "Meet back here in three hours!"
Jean glanced at Kitty as they went their separate ways. _*Three hours. Lucky you. * _

Rogue was coming ou the the lingerie store that now, she realized with some discomfort, knew her by name, size and style preference, when she saw Amara dragging Kitty forcibly into the storefront across the way. "No fucking way!"
"No fucking way wh Jub Jubilee asked a shade too loudly.
"Where'd you come from?" Rogue did not even bother turning around, knowing Jubilee would be waiting to crack her gum in her ear.
"When a mommy and a daddy love each other very much or at least forget to go to the drugstore..."
"Dumb ass."
"Drug store down the block. I was heading over to 31 Flavors for a malt... What's the deal?"
Rogue nodded in the direction Kitty and Amara hisapisappeared. "Princess and Chatterbox just went in there."
"You're kidding." Jubilee popped her gum then, smiling faintly as Rogue glared. "Wanna go?"
"Um...no."
"Aw, c'mon. Give Todd a thrill..." Jubilee was already walking backwards across the crosswalk. "Come on. All the cool kids are doing it."
"I hate you."
"Nah, you love me. You'll hate yourself if you don't do it."
Rogue rolled her eyes, debating with herself as to whether it was a good idea or not. She called to Jubilee, "If it gets infected, I'm laughing at "
"
"Come on, ya big wienie!" Jubilee shouted from across the street. "At least come over to see what the Hell Kitty's doing in there!"
"Why's she shouting?"
Rogue rolled her eyes as she turned to face Jean and Rahne. "Kitty and Amara went in there and Jubilee wants to join 'em."
Jean laughed. "Kitty? In there? No way."
Rahne looked interested. "Now, now...she might be deeper than we think."
"That," Jean snorted, gesturing across the street, "is hardly requiring of intellectual depth. Kitty is deep enough not to need that," she pointed again for emphasis.
"Don't be so sure..." Rahne was snickering, staring at the storefront. Kitty was clearly visible, being led to a chair. "I have got to see this..."

Kitty shook her head vehemently. "No way. Not that!"
Amara snorted. "Pain is not the enemy. It is a teacher."
"I am so never coming to you for relationship advice. And I'm going to tell Kurt to keep away from Lance when it comes to that, too."
"Which one of you is first?" the man with the heavily tattooed biceps and zero gauged earlobes asked, slightly bored.
"She is," Kitty groaned, pointing to Amara.
The darker girl smiled grimly. "Pierce it1," she declared, sticking out her tongue.


Evan wanted to glower. He wanted to kick a hole in something, beat someone up... He wanted, he thought to himself, to go against Logan in the Danger Room. "Fucking idiot."
"Who?" Tarot did noen len look up from her magazine. "Pietro?"
"No." He did not like Tarot at all. In fact, he could not stand anyone there other than Piotr and they only stuck together because of their pasts. Mystique had taken to referring to them as Xavier's Rejects in Brotherhood meetings.
"Ah..." she glanced up and smirked. "Must be yourself then."
Evan stifled a growl as Pietro zipped down the stairs and skidded-literally-to a halt. "Hey, Ev, I'm going to town for some food. Wanna come with?"
He looked at Tarot, heard Freddy fumbling in the kitchen and mentally placed Mystique upstairs, doing who knows what in her room. "Sure," he sighed. "Where's Piotr?"
Pietro made a face. Evan was never sure if it was because their names were translate to the same in English and the slight youth wanthe dhe distinction of a foreign name to himself or if it was something deeper, but Pietro hated Piotr. "He's on the phone to Freakboy's sister... He got himself a calling card." Pietro spat the words like they tasted foul. "Stupid freak...can't even keep it to one side of town. His sister's gotta sink her blue claws into the Brotherhood!"
"She's a norm," Evan said automatically.
Pietro paused and shot a glance at Tarot, who cocked her head to one side to indicate she was listening, though she kept her façade of disinterest admirably. "Is she? Interesting..."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Evan became aware that the noise from the kitchen stopped. Freddy was listening, too.
Pietro's brows crept up in a picture of innocence. "Nothing. Hey, are there any Americans left in that school?"
"Huh?"
"I mean, Blue Boy's German, right? And there was that weird Scottish girl..." He searched his memory for the other residents of the Institute and drew a blank, other than Rogue and now his former teammates.
"You are weird," Evan pronounced. "We going or what?"
"Sure, , we, we're going. Tarot, I need the grocery money."
She folded her magazine neatly and stared up at her bedmate. "What money?"
"We had fifty bucks in the sock under the oatmeal box!"
"Had being the operative. That little mouse problem wiped it out."
Penchenchenched his jaw and closed his eyes. He counted to ten before grinding out, "Then what the fuck are we supposed to do for food?"
"Ask Mystique to get some cash from your father," Tarot shrugged. "Not my problem."
"It is if you want to eat!"
She smirked up at him. "Not really. I have ways..."
Evan groaned and sank to the ratty armchair nearest the door. His stomach burned with ulcers and hunger and, he admitted to himself, he missed the order of the Institute. He missed his aunt. God help him, he thought, he even missed Logan. He had hoped that the infamous forgiveness of the Institute and it's residents would extend to him, but obviously, he thought with hot bitterness, not. _Why did she turn me away? What do they think of me? It was hard enough working up the courage to go there, after all I did, but... _ He sighed and numbly followed Pietro out of the house, barely noticing the blond teenager's ramblings. He would, he avowed, see his aunt again. He needed her forgiveness to sleep at night...

A/N Starting with the next chapter, SMUT! And longer chapters!
1 When I was going to get my first tattoo, this girl and her friend and I went to this nasty parlor that's been around forever and seems to cater mostly to gangs and people who want pornographic Disney characters on their bodies, but they're also big on piercings. Suffice it to say I did not get any body mods done there but the girl with us yanked off her top and said "Pierce 'em!" to the guy in front of about 100 people. 12 gauge through both nipples. Ow.