The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea Chapter Forty Five (NC-17)
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Kitty felt thick. She ached in places she had thought only theoretical until that moment and now, she felt, she decided, as if she were going to vomit. A lot. She tried to sit up but found herself being pressed gently back to the ground by a familiar hand on her shoulder. “Kurt,” she groaned, “lemme up!”
“Nein, Liebes… You’re hurt!”
“I got better,” she muttered.1 She opened one eye and peered up at him. “You’re shedding.”
“I’m worried!” he replied quickly, leaning down to kiss her, a fast and almost innocent brush of his lips across her cheek.
“I don’t have a fever,” she sighed. “I can tell you were checking. My mom used to do the same thing when I was really little.” She shifted and moved out from under his staying hand, wincing as her side screamed in protest, sending silent shrieks of pain through her body to grind into her brain. “I’m fine.”
“Liar,” he retorted, reaching for her again. “You’ve been badly hurt. Again. I’d hate to be the Professor’s insurance agent… you must be running up premiums left and right!”
Kitty smiled faintly at Kurt’s attempt at humor. “Kurt, I need to sit up… where is everyone?”
“That… is difficult to explain,” he sighed, glancing past her at where Storm stood, conferring softly with Theresa and Sam. He reached out and tried to urge her back down again. “You need to rest… You lost blood.”
Kitty looked down at her ruined sweater and sighed. “You’ll be glad to knoat wat we can have sex in Heaven.”
“I thought you didn’t believe in Heaven per se,” he chided gently, still trying to keep her from moving despite her best, albeit weak, efforts.
She just smiled thinly, looking beyond tired. “Nice try but I’m not going to let this go. Let me up. Where’s Logan?”
“He’s gone to find Emma with some of the others…” Kurt rose as she did, steadying her with a hand to her back and elbow.
Logan had managed a bandage for her with most of his over shirt being torn into strips and padding to staunch any blood flow. She looked altogether horrible—blood dried to the front and side of her jeans, down her sweater and her neck and chin. She had a gaping hole in one side of both her clothes and her skin but it did not show through the plaid bandage which smelled mostly of blood but also of cigar smoke. She swayed on her feet, her face contorting in pain as she realized the extent of her injuries. “Oh…” Kurt caught her as she fell, lowering her gently to the floor again. It hurt to breathe, her ribs fractured and threatening with each breath to send shrill pain through her entire body. Something inside her did not feel right, or rather even less right than a few minutes previously, and she had the strong feeling that any attempt at remaining on her feet for more than a few seconds would cause her to faint. “Kurt… next time I try to be all bullheaded, thwap me,” she wheezed. “Oh God, ow!”
Kurt’s tail lashed in agitation. “You were fine until you moved! It’s my fault, I should’ve…”
“It’s her own fault,” Storm said over him, kneeling on Kitty’s other side. “Kitty, you will stay absolutely still until things here are under control, then you are going to a hospital. Do not argue with me,” she cut her off. “Kurt, you are to go with Theresa, Sam and Rahne. I want you to check the house. Pair off, you with Sam and Rahne with Theresa.”
Kurt nodded reluctantly. “Kitty, listen to her.”
“I’ll be fine,” Kitty said thinly. “Just remind me never to hang out with you people again. I’m some sort of cosmic whipping boy. Girl,” she corrected, frowning again. She drifted into a mild pink haze of near pain as Storm hurried ttherthers from the room, ordering them to report back in twenty minutes. Only when the older woman’s cool voice sounded near her ear did Kitty come back from her dreamland. forcforced herself to focus as Storm relayed the current situation to her, leaving nothing out as far as details went. “What,” Kitty finally asked, “are they?”
“We’re not sure. They just…appeared… They’re just standing there for now but we’re not so stupid as to think that’s all they’re going to do.” She glared at some unseen foe before seeming to wilt slightly and return att attention to Kitty. “At the moment, all we can do really is wait. When they find Emma and Firestar, maybe we can do more.”
Kitty nodded slowly. “What about the security measures?” she asked suddenly, or as suddenly as she could. “Maybe we can use them against the things.”
“But we don’t know what the *things * are,” Storm replied patiently. “For all we know, using anything against them will trigger a defense, which is just what Magneto wants.”
“How do we know it’s Magneto?” Kitty asked, then paused. “Right. Dumb question.” She closed her eyes for a moment and thought. “Maybe… or not.”
“Maybe or not what?” Storm queried, her eyebrows rising.
Kitty bit her lip. “Storm, do you know where Emma has the controls for the security stuff?”
“No. And no!” She shook her head firmly. “You’re not going to make this worse!”
“How can I make it worse?” Kitty demanded. “We’re stuck in a strange house, freaky fifties scifi out on the front lawn and two people are LOST in their own house! How can it get worse?”
Storm was quiet for a long moment. “Good point.” She nodded as if to herself and said, “As soon as they return with Firestar, we will find out where the controls are.”
“Good,” Kitty sighed. “Wake me then.”


1 Gratuitous Monty Python moment. ;)