Sins of the Father

Sins of the Father Chapter Forty Five (NC-17)
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"Where are you going?"
Theresa groaned under her breath and turned to face her father. "I'm going to the kitchen. I'm thirsty and would like some juice." She folded her arms across her chest and, in an eerie mimic of her father's posture, rocked back on her heels and frowned. "Why do you want to know?"
"Because you're my daughter," he said patiently. "And I want to make sure you don't do anything stupid."
"Like have sex?" she tossed airily. "Or just have sex with Sam? Is that it? So long as you could pretend I was a virgin and had no idea about males of the species, you could handle me being your daughter?" Her face was growing slowly red with irrational anger as she stiffened her spine, imagined insult fanning the fires of her irritation. "You think he isn't good enough? Or is it me?"
Banshee rolled his eyes and tried to keep an even tone. "Theresa, the world is not revolving around sex acts, yours or anyone else's. We are in the midst of a crisis here and I want to make sure you're safe. Students are disappearing left and right out from under our noses." He sighed and opened his hands in a placating manner. "I just worry is all."
Theresa narrowed her eyes and snorted. "Worry elsewhere. No use standing outside me door to listen in. Sam's afraid to come near me now, thank you." The wounded expression on Banshee's face gave her a twinge of guilt so she turned away, heading towards the stairs. "I'm getting juice and coming back. Care to time me?"
Kitty was at the bottom of the stairs, looking tired, as Theresa reaching the foyer. "Hey," the brunette yawned. "What're you up to?"
"Juice," Theresa snapped, then softened. "You?"
"Waiting," Kitty sighed. "Kurt's in the kitchen...might want to get your drink before he decides he needs cranberry."
Theresa snorted and agreed. "You just going to sit here?" she queried, walking backwards a few paces. "Aren't you hungry? I don't think you've eaten all day."
"I'm not hungry," Kitty sighed, getting to her feet and following Theresa towards the kitchen. "Logan and Forge went to get Remy, Rahne, Wanda and Tabby."
Theresa sighed. Kitty sounded so flat and resigned. "Isn't that a good thing?"
"Rogue, Lance and Amara are still missing. So are the weird kids." They had reached the kitchen where Kurt stood guard over the stove, his grilled cheese sandwich only half done. "Hey, sweetie," Kitty said, yawning.
"Would you like one?" he asked, gesturing to the sandwich. "I still have the cheese out." He nodded to Theresa, extending the offer to her as well.
Both girls shook their heads and Theresa went right for the juice. "Has anyone said anything about the other three?" Kitty asked almost casually, resting her chin on her hands. She was dividing her attention and her thoughts between the search for their friends and Shiva's ominous warning. _Tonight...who the hell could be coming tonight? _ Outside, thunder rumbled and an almost unnatural twilight began to fall as dark clouds rolled in.
"Storm should be back soon," Kurt said conversationally, not answering her question. "If that isn't her already."
"If it is, she seems really peeved," Theresa, sipping her cranberry juice.
Kitty felt the strangest tingling sensation along her spine, starting at the base of her skull and rushing downward along the vertebrae, seeming to wrap around the bone and become a tight band of electric heat. As Kurt and Theresa posited theories on what the Professor was doing to find the others, Kitty found she could not take a good breath. She tried to remain calm but she was gripping the table so tightly that her knuckles were turning white. She swallowed hard, her tongue trying to cleave to the roof of her mouth in it's sudden dryness. The dark outside seemed to be seeping into her, choking her... Kitty began shaking so hard the table rattled, the bowl of fruit in the middle shivering and thumping as she tried and failed to still herself.
"Liebes?" Kurt asked urgently, abandoning his food and pushing past Theresa. "Katzchen, what is it? Are you sick?" He took her face in his hands and forced her to look at him. "Kitty! Say something!"
She just shook her head, her breath becoming even more shallow. She felt as if her head were stuffed with cotton for all the good her brain was doing her. She could not think, could not make sense of anything. Kitty was dizzy and nauseated, her voice coming out in a strangled groan. She let Kurt take her hands and pull her to her feet, but she would not let him hold her any closer. "Might be...sick..."
Theresa frowned and reached out a hand to feel Kitty's forehead. "She doesn't feel hot..."
"Kitty, I'm going to take you to see Beast," Kurt said patiently, as if speaking to a small child. "Give me your hand and we'll be there in a second."
Kitty shook her head as hard as she could, sending a wave of that painful electricity coursing down her spine again. "No...I have to wait!" She staggered a few feet towards the counter and managed to lean against it rather than slide to the floor. "Rec Room...please?"
Theresa grabbed her under one elbow and Kurt under the other. Between them, they managed to get her to the sofa in the Rec room, Kurt insisting on propping her feet up above heart level and pulling a blanket over her bare arms. Theresa mouthed "Beast" to him and he nodded even as she turned to sprint on light feet to the medical lab. "Liebes, listen to me," Kurt murmured quietly, dropping to kneel beside her. "You've been very stressed. You need to sleep. I really want for Beast to look you over just to make sure but you need to sleep..."
"Can't sleep," she muttered thickly. "She's coming."
"Who is?" Kurt asked urgently. "Is it Rogue? Amara? Poena?" He brushed her bangs out of her face and winced at the pained expression on her face. "Katzchen?"
She gasped sharply and stiffened before seeming to melt from the inside out, a slow smile replacing the pained expression on her face. "Ah, she's here now. It'll be okay..."