The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea
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The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea Chapter Forty Six (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… you really think I’m not gonna hide the ticket, don’t you? ;) InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink and Dna ana are sparkley goodness for archiving/hosting. :) ProPhile: This isn’t the smutness you wanted but hey, it’s smut… light. Smutlight… Hm. Sounds like a beer. Morgan: *taclomplomp* Readers/Reviewers: First, this chapter contains suggestions of slash and scene(s) of two males engaged in acts of affection. Get over it or skip it if you’re skeeved by it. Second: *glomp * to all y’all for reading/reviewing!
“What’re you doing?” Bobby whispered frantically, batting St John’s hands away as they stood in a dark alcove ten yards from the entrance to Emma’s version of Cerebro. “Time and place! This is neither!”
St John sighed and slid his hands down Bobby’s arms to his wrists. “It’s dark, it’s quiet and damn it, I need comforting.” He ducked his head to kiss his boyfriend’s neck and sighed as Bobby tensed. “Sorry,” he muttered, stepping away and folding his arms over his chest. “It’s a compulsion, really.”
Bobby frowned. “I should be flattered, huh?” He shook his head, sighing. “St John, I worry about you. You always get all grabby whenever we’re in a time crunch or in inappropriate situations.”
The blond raised his brows and snorted. “You sound like the world’s weirdest after school special. Look…” He paused and cocked his head to one side, frowning.
“Hm?” St John breathed, standing stock still. After a long moment, he whispered, “I didn’t hear anything…”
“Me either,” Bobby repliedtly.tly. “Something just didn’t feel right…”
St John sighed dramatically. “I knew it… you’re straight after all! I knew this was too good to be true!”
Bobby kicked his shin just hard enough to hurt a bit. “Fuck you, Allerdyce. You know that’s not what I meant… Just felt like everything sort of… I dunno. Shifted or something.”
St John bit his tongue on a further double entendre and simply stood, trying not to think licentious thoughts. “Like how?” he finally asked. Logan had ordered them to stay put until he returned or something, he did not specify what this something would be, happened. St John supposed it did not have to be anything physical, that it could be just a change in the atmosphere, an impending sense of dread, but somehow, he doubted if that was what Logan had in mind when he told them to wait.
Bobby shifted listlessly, peeking out of the alcove and down the hall in the direction Logan had disappeared. “Like…shifting!” He shrugged, looking agitated. “Like…. Like something is about to happen.”
“You precog now and didn’t tell me?” St John asked archly. “You’re just nervous.”
“How can you *not * be?” Bobby demanded, narrowing his eyes.
“It’s like this,” St John explained, leaning against the far wall of the alcove, away from Bobby. “Whatever is going to happen is going to happen. I have no control over it until it gets to me. Then, I’ll deal with it. Worrying gives you wrinkles, so why do that? Just take it as it comes.”
There was a lonuse use before Bobby asked, “St John, are you high?”
St John bit back a laugh and shook his head. “No, just very calm.” He was about to tease Bobby about being a worrywart when the door at the end of the hall hissed open, revealing the y roy round room. It shone dully in the light coming from the overhead lamps in the hallway. “Um... you don’t think Sam is suddenly telekinetic, do you?”
“Huh?”
“Cause I know without a doubt Logan isn’t, Lance isn’t, so that leaves Sam out of our little group that could have just opened the door without anyone being in there…” St John stepped cautiously forward, checking the hall behind him before advancing towards Cerebro.
Bobby swallowed hard. He had always hated those haunted house Halloween attractions, where people set up gory scenes and expect you to pay good money to walk through a fake house of horrors, and this was starting to remind him disturbingly of one of those places. “Sam to tto talk to Storm, remember? Logan sent him back…”
“I was being facetious,” St John whispered. “I didn’t expect an answer!”
“If you two don’t shut up, I’m throwing you out front!”
Logan’s voice made them both jump, Bobby emitting a sound somewhere between a squeak and a shout, St John choking on a curse as he saw who it was. Bobby gathered his wits first. “What’d you find?”
“Nothing,” Logan shrugged, raking his fingers through his hair. “Not one damned thing, except the override for the door controls,” he added, nodding towards the opened room. “And she ain’t in there.”
“Where the Hell else could she be?” St John asked sotto voce. “It’s not like she could have just waltzed by… is it?”
Logan narrowed his eyes. “With her, who knows. She can make you think one thing and see another if she really wants to…” He motioned for them to stay back, moving quickly and quietly towards Cerebro’s gaping maw. He stepped onto the long pier-like walkway cautiously, looking all around him before moving further into the room, heading for the console in the center. Bobby and St John exchanged looks, following. “Sam caught up and he’s with Lance, down the hall, trying to disable some of the other controls here to keep anyone from getting any funny ideas,” Logan murmured as the teenagers tread to a halt behind him. “Thought I told you two to keep out…”
“We’re terrible at following directions,” Bobby replied, looking over the edge of the platform. “Damn… how deep does this go?”
“Not as deep as it looks,” Logan replied, familiar with the construction of the original device. “Just the reflection and… holy shit.”
St John blinked. “I doubt that’s a technical term.”
Logan dropped to his knees and peered over the edge of the platform to the right. “How the Hell did she end up down there?”
“I’m going to guess gravity,” St John responded, already looking for some way down.
Logan glared briefly. “Bobby, go get Storm. Now. St John, go back and get Sam and Lance. Tell ‘em to head back to the meeting point. You don’t move, no matter what.”
“Right,” Bobby nodded, rolling his eyes. “We’ll do just that.”
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… you really think I’m not gonna hide the ticket, don’t you? ;) InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink and Dna ana are sparkley goodness for archiving/hosting. :) ProPhile: This isn’t the smutness you wanted but hey, it’s smut… light. Smutlight… Hm. Sounds like a beer. Morgan: *taclomplomp* Readers/Reviewers: First, this chapter contains suggestions of slash and scene(s) of two males engaged in acts of affection. Get over it or skip it if you’re skeeved by it. Second: *glomp * to all y’all for reading/reviewing!
“What’re you doing?” Bobby whispered frantically, batting St John’s hands away as they stood in a dark alcove ten yards from the entrance to Emma’s version of Cerebro. “Time and place! This is neither!”
St John sighed and slid his hands down Bobby’s arms to his wrists. “It’s dark, it’s quiet and damn it, I need comforting.” He ducked his head to kiss his boyfriend’s neck and sighed as Bobby tensed. “Sorry,” he muttered, stepping away and folding his arms over his chest. “It’s a compulsion, really.”
Bobby frowned. “I should be flattered, huh?” He shook his head, sighing. “St John, I worry about you. You always get all grabby whenever we’re in a time crunch or in inappropriate situations.”
The blond raised his brows and snorted. “You sound like the world’s weirdest after school special. Look…” He paused and cocked his head to one side, frowning.
“Hm?” St John breathed, standing stock still. After a long moment, he whispered, “I didn’t hear anything…”
“Me either,” Bobby repliedtly.tly. “Something just didn’t feel right…”
St John sighed dramatically. “I knew it… you’re straight after all! I knew this was too good to be true!”
Bobby kicked his shin just hard enough to hurt a bit. “Fuck you, Allerdyce. You know that’s not what I meant… Just felt like everything sort of… I dunno. Shifted or something.”
St John bit his tongue on a further double entendre and simply stood, trying not to think licentious thoughts. “Like how?” he finally asked. Logan had ordered them to stay put until he returned or something, he did not specify what this something would be, happened. St John supposed it did not have to be anything physical, that it could be just a change in the atmosphere, an impending sense of dread, but somehow, he doubted if that was what Logan had in mind when he told them to wait.
Bobby shifted listlessly, peeking out of the alcove and down the hall in the direction Logan had disappeared. “Like…shifting!” He shrugged, looking agitated. “Like…. Like something is about to happen.”
“You precog now and didn’t tell me?” St John asked archly. “You’re just nervous.”
“How can you *not * be?” Bobby demanded, narrowing his eyes.
“It’s like this,” St John explained, leaning against the far wall of the alcove, away from Bobby. “Whatever is going to happen is going to happen. I have no control over it until it gets to me. Then, I’ll deal with it. Worrying gives you wrinkles, so why do that? Just take it as it comes.”
There was a lonuse use before Bobby asked, “St John, are you high?”
St John bit back a laugh and shook his head. “No, just very calm.” He was about to tease Bobby about being a worrywart when the door at the end of the hall hissed open, revealing the y roy round room. It shone dully in the light coming from the overhead lamps in the hallway. “Um... you don’t think Sam is suddenly telekinetic, do you?”
“Huh?”
“Cause I know without a doubt Logan isn’t, Lance isn’t, so that leaves Sam out of our little group that could have just opened the door without anyone being in there…” St John stepped cautiously forward, checking the hall behind him before advancing towards Cerebro.
Bobby swallowed hard. He had always hated those haunted house Halloween attractions, where people set up gory scenes and expect you to pay good money to walk through a fake house of horrors, and this was starting to remind him disturbingly of one of those places. “Sam to tto talk to Storm, remember? Logan sent him back…”
“I was being facetious,” St John whispered. “I didn’t expect an answer!”
“If you two don’t shut up, I’m throwing you out front!”
Logan’s voice made them both jump, Bobby emitting a sound somewhere between a squeak and a shout, St John choking on a curse as he saw who it was. Bobby gathered his wits first. “What’d you find?”
“Nothing,” Logan shrugged, raking his fingers through his hair. “Not one damned thing, except the override for the door controls,” he added, nodding towards the opened room. “And she ain’t in there.”
“Where the Hell else could she be?” St John asked sotto voce. “It’s not like she could have just waltzed by… is it?”
Logan narrowed his eyes. “With her, who knows. She can make you think one thing and see another if she really wants to…” He motioned for them to stay back, moving quickly and quietly towards Cerebro’s gaping maw. He stepped onto the long pier-like walkway cautiously, looking all around him before moving further into the room, heading for the console in the center. Bobby and St John exchanged looks, following. “Sam caught up and he’s with Lance, down the hall, trying to disable some of the other controls here to keep anyone from getting any funny ideas,” Logan murmured as the teenagers tread to a halt behind him. “Thought I told you two to keep out…”
“We’re terrible at following directions,” Bobby replied, looking over the edge of the platform. “Damn… how deep does this go?”
“Not as deep as it looks,” Logan replied, familiar with the construction of the original device. “Just the reflection and… holy shit.”
St John blinked. “I doubt that’s a technical term.”
Logan dropped to his knees and peered over the edge of the platform to the right. “How the Hell did she end up down there?”
“I’m going to guess gravity,” St John responded, already looking for some way down.
Logan glared briefly. “Bobby, go get Storm. Now. St John, go back and get Sam and Lance. Tell ‘em to head back to the meeting point. You don’t move, no matter what.”
“Right,” Bobby nodded, rolling his eyes. “We’ll do just that.”