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X-Men - Animated Series (all) › FemSlash - Female/Female
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4
PERFECTLY NORMAL CHAPTER FOUR
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… *glomp* Just cuz lol. InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink, Dracena and Greywolf are loverly and wondermous for archiving/hosting. ProPhile: You know, you just gave me a notion. You may get a star for that. Morgan: *random stalk* Readers/Reviewers: Thanks so much for reading and reviewing as you can.
“No. No fucking way!”
“Watch your mouth,” Storm snapped tiredly, her body screaming for rest as she stood, imposing and pale against the backdrop of the night sky in the study window. “If you cannot speak like an adult, you have no place in this meeting.”
Lance frowned, his scowl marring his face in lines of anger and distaste. “Logan talks like that,” he pointed out petulantly, his cheeks coloring under Storm’s intent scrutiny.
“Anyway,” Storm continued, pointedly ignoring the teenager, “we weren’t sure of the Professor’s plans until just this evening, mere minutes before you found out yourselves.” She stifled a yawn and gave Logan a glance. “We are not happy with it either.”
Mystique stepped away from the wall, her true form stark and blatant even to the practiced eyes of those in the Institute. “This is not something we are enjoying either.” She fixed Storm, then Logan with hard glares. “The only reason we are here is in the spirit of a truce Magneto and Professor Xavier entered into during this…incident. Rest assured we want nothing to do with this place otherwise.” She did not see Mark there and figured rightly that he was with the others at the hospital still. Magneto had wisely chosen to sit in the car with the heater running, feigning disinterest in the proceedings. The entire situation was strange, she thought with no small amount of bitterness. Let’s just start calling it All My Mutants and get it over with, she thought with a sigh of resignation.
“I think this is bullshit,” Scott pronounced, standing suddenly. “The Professor wouldn’t invite you into this place if his life depended on it!”
“His may not,” Mystique shot back before Logan or Storm could chastise the teenager. “But yours might. What will happen to you if the true nature of the Institute is discovered, Scott? Isn’t it bad enough some already know, those conspiracy theorists, those doctors… The Morlocks are one thing, aren’t they?” She was aware of Storm’s sudden, soft gasp, but pressed on. “They’re obvious. They’re the monsters under the bed, misshapen and angry. But you,” she smiled sweetly, almost maternally. “No one would suspect you are one of them, would they? Normal little you with your sweet young wife and your promising future…” She spread her fingers, letting the thoughts spill through them like water.
“We can manage without you,” Scott snapped, keenly aware of the stares fixed on him by his friends, his mentors. His skin reddened in embarrassment and anger but he did not back down.
“We don’t need a babysitter!”
“Apparently, the Professor begged to differ,” Mystique said thoughtfully, raising one brow.
“Enough,” Logan barked. “This is stupid. When he comes out of the hospital…”
“Until then,” Storm said wearily, cutting him off, “we have to do this. The documentary crew will be here tomorrow at noon. We need to… to…”
“Appear normal?” Jean suggested softly, her eyes fixed on her fingers. “Look like we’re just another group of overpriveleged, spoiled teenagers in an exclusive boarding school?” She turned her tired eyes first to Logan, then to Storm. “I don’t know what he was thinking, allowing us to be part of this, but he has a reason. You’re right. We need to give the appearance…”
“He was thinking,” Mystique put in softly, her tone nothing like the stridence of before but more kind and almost sympathetic, “that this would be a good way to show the world you are not a danger. He knows the whispers going around, the way the Institute has been tied to so many odd occurrences over the past few years. This,” she waved a hand indicating the coming film crew, the ensuing few weeks, “could protect you all. All of us,” she added, almost as an afterthought.
“This is stupid,” Lance snarled, shoving himself to his feet and striding to the door. “Fuck all of this,” he added over his shoulder. “I’m not gonna be under Magneto again. I did that once and that was MORE than enough for me!”
Todd stood slowly, and did not look back as he followed Lance to the door. “He’s right,” he muttered into the silence. “We did this once, yo. I ain’t going back.”
Rogue felt the collective gaze of the room turn to her. She maintained her downcast gaze, picking at the arm of the sofa in silence. “What?” she finally grunted. “Quit starin’ at me or I’ll slap you cross eyed.” She flicked her own gaze to Storm, standing almost directly before her. “I don’t know what to think,” she said quietly. “I just know keep my head down an’ don’t answer questions and I won’t get sucked into any cockamamie plans.”
Mystique’s smile curved into something familiar, almost amused. “Fine. Magneto is taking the Professor’s suite of rooms. I’ll be back in the morning with my bags. I will be staying in the downstairs guest rooms. The film crew has been notified of the change in supervision.”
“Wait!” Scott turned his angry glare to the blue skinned woman. “Why do you have to stay here too?”
“Because, dear,” she positively grinned. “I’m the only one with an actual teaching certificate.”
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… *glomp* Just cuz lol. InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink, Dracena and Greywolf are loverly and wondermous for archiving/hosting. ProPhile: You know, you just gave me a notion. You may get a star for that. Morgan: *random stalk* Readers/Reviewers: Thanks so much for reading and reviewing as you can.
“No. No fucking way!”
“Watch your mouth,” Storm snapped tiredly, her body screaming for rest as she stood, imposing and pale against the backdrop of the night sky in the study window. “If you cannot speak like an adult, you have no place in this meeting.”
Lance frowned, his scowl marring his face in lines of anger and distaste. “Logan talks like that,” he pointed out petulantly, his cheeks coloring under Storm’s intent scrutiny.
“Anyway,” Storm continued, pointedly ignoring the teenager, “we weren’t sure of the Professor’s plans until just this evening, mere minutes before you found out yourselves.” She stifled a yawn and gave Logan a glance. “We are not happy with it either.”
Mystique stepped away from the wall, her true form stark and blatant even to the practiced eyes of those in the Institute. “This is not something we are enjoying either.” She fixed Storm, then Logan with hard glares. “The only reason we are here is in the spirit of a truce Magneto and Professor Xavier entered into during this…incident. Rest assured we want nothing to do with this place otherwise.” She did not see Mark there and figured rightly that he was with the others at the hospital still. Magneto had wisely chosen to sit in the car with the heater running, feigning disinterest in the proceedings. The entire situation was strange, she thought with no small amount of bitterness. Let’s just start calling it All My Mutants and get it over with, she thought with a sigh of resignation.
“I think this is bullshit,” Scott pronounced, standing suddenly. “The Professor wouldn’t invite you into this place if his life depended on it!”
“His may not,” Mystique shot back before Logan or Storm could chastise the teenager. “But yours might. What will happen to you if the true nature of the Institute is discovered, Scott? Isn’t it bad enough some already know, those conspiracy theorists, those doctors… The Morlocks are one thing, aren’t they?” She was aware of Storm’s sudden, soft gasp, but pressed on. “They’re obvious. They’re the monsters under the bed, misshapen and angry. But you,” she smiled sweetly, almost maternally. “No one would suspect you are one of them, would they? Normal little you with your sweet young wife and your promising future…” She spread her fingers, letting the thoughts spill through them like water.
“We can manage without you,” Scott snapped, keenly aware of the stares fixed on him by his friends, his mentors. His skin reddened in embarrassment and anger but he did not back down.
“We don’t need a babysitter!”
“Apparently, the Professor begged to differ,” Mystique said thoughtfully, raising one brow.
“Enough,” Logan barked. “This is stupid. When he comes out of the hospital…”
“Until then,” Storm said wearily, cutting him off, “we have to do this. The documentary crew will be here tomorrow at noon. We need to… to…”
“Appear normal?” Jean suggested softly, her eyes fixed on her fingers. “Look like we’re just another group of overpriveleged, spoiled teenagers in an exclusive boarding school?” She turned her tired eyes first to Logan, then to Storm. “I don’t know what he was thinking, allowing us to be part of this, but he has a reason. You’re right. We need to give the appearance…”
“He was thinking,” Mystique put in softly, her tone nothing like the stridence of before but more kind and almost sympathetic, “that this would be a good way to show the world you are not a danger. He knows the whispers going around, the way the Institute has been tied to so many odd occurrences over the past few years. This,” she waved a hand indicating the coming film crew, the ensuing few weeks, “could protect you all. All of us,” she added, almost as an afterthought.
“This is stupid,” Lance snarled, shoving himself to his feet and striding to the door. “Fuck all of this,” he added over his shoulder. “I’m not gonna be under Magneto again. I did that once and that was MORE than enough for me!”
Todd stood slowly, and did not look back as he followed Lance to the door. “He’s right,” he muttered into the silence. “We did this once, yo. I ain’t going back.”
Rogue felt the collective gaze of the room turn to her. She maintained her downcast gaze, picking at the arm of the sofa in silence. “What?” she finally grunted. “Quit starin’ at me or I’ll slap you cross eyed.” She flicked her own gaze to Storm, standing almost directly before her. “I don’t know what to think,” she said quietly. “I just know keep my head down an’ don’t answer questions and I won’t get sucked into any cockamamie plans.”
Mystique’s smile curved into something familiar, almost amused. “Fine. Magneto is taking the Professor’s suite of rooms. I’ll be back in the morning with my bags. I will be staying in the downstairs guest rooms. The film crew has been notified of the change in supervision.”
“Wait!” Scott turned his angry glare to the blue skinned woman. “Why do you have to stay here too?”
“Because, dear,” she positively grinned. “I’m the only one with an actual teaching certificate.”