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47
Persistence of Memory Chapter Forty Seven (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta…Every time I start
getting flustered about the Thanksgiving thing, Orko pops into my mind and I
get the giggles. What makes it worse…I
was singing the Cat’s Eye theme in broken German and making up English lyrics
to fill in the gaps. InterNutter, TC
and Maxwell Pink make me giddy withightight because they’re nice enough to
archive! J ProPhile is away so…on we go, lol. Readers/Reviewers: Yep, CyberEm, we are all strange kids sometimes, lol. Some stranger than others! J Thank all y’all for reading and reviewing
and encouraging this universe to keep growing!
Psylocke
stretched painfully, feeling as if her entire body had only recently been a
giant knot. Her muscles burned with
overuse and her brain felt like cotton wool had been stuffed in her skull in
place of fluid. She could not quite
place her finger on the change at first, but slowly it dawned on her. Mesmero’s distracted… A shellburst of excitement dissolved into
dismay. And I’m still trapped here. Psylocke fell back on the bed again,
weakened and agitated. Are you a man
or a mouse? Er…philosophically
speaking. This may be your only chance
since Pietro seems to have chickened out.
Steeling herself, she forced her legs to swing over the side of the bed,
forced her feet to work and carry her from the room. It did not take but a minute to find Mesmero, drinking Magneto’s
Glen Fidditch out of a tumbler older than she was. CNN was on and apparently, the story out of Bayville had been
picked up nationally. Someone was
spinning their version of possible causes for mutation. “I don’t know about you,” she said lightly,
“but I was never exposed to radiation and I don’t think my mother was either.”
Mesmero
tried to look suave and not surprised as he set the Scotch down on the end
table and shifted to face the lithe woman. “I see you’re feeling better.”
He isn’t
trying…he’s not bothered.
Encouraged by Mesmero’s lack of attention, she moved further into the
room. The curtains fluttered as if on a
light breeze and she smiled to herself at this small, successful test of her
telekinesis. “What else are they
saying?”
“Some say
mutants need to be put in camps and controlled, others say it’s the end of the
world and we are demons, and some say we are natural progression.” He picked up the scotch and took another burning
sip. “You should be resting.”
“I need to
stretch my legs,” she said blandly. Not
heavy enough…too heavy…ah, said Goldilocks, just right. She did not move from her spot by the sofa
as a medium sized art deco nude lamp arced from it’s spot on the desk under the
window and made contact with the back of Mesmero’s head. He lurched forward as if trying to stand,
his jaw dropped and he managed a gurgle as a trickle of blood wended it’s way
from his nose. She felt the brief pull
of his mesmerism but then…nothing. He
was unconscious with an art deco dent in the back of his head. “Well,” she said aloud, “that wasn’t so bad,
was it?” She folded in on herself for a
moment, feeling the first taste of her freedom. A distant, metallic thump reached her ears and she remembered
that she was not alone. Quickly, with
unsure steps, she found her way to the front door and, after several minutes of
concerted effort, to the road running alongside the estate. Now she she had to do, she thought to
herself, was wait. For what, though?
“I know
you’re up to something, Liebes.”
“I’m not
well,” Kitty said by way of evasion.
“Katzchen…”
Kurt tried to glare sternly but she had already fixed her best ‘adore me’
expression to her features. “Damn.”
Kitty
smiled her best smile and pushed her lank hair out of her eyes. “If you don’t pick on me about this, I’ll
let you help me in the shower later…”
Kurt raised
a brow. “It’s either me or Frau
Storm…Either way, you’re getting a shower.”
She sighed
and shoved her lap top to one side, half-turning to better face him. “Kurt, listen, I’m not doing anything
stupid. I’m just trying to figure
something out. I had an idea and I
think it’s going to work out.”
“What
idea?”
“Well…” She paused. “ Hey, you’re in uniform.”
“Oh…um,
ja.” He shifted a tad uncomfortably and
took Kitty’s hand, worrying it with his thumb.
“Katzchen, it’s like this…”
She waited
patiently as he dithered. After a
moment of hemming and hawing, she took her hand back and laid it atop his
knee. “Kurt, it can’t be that
bad…what’s going on?”
He
carefully relayed what he had been told about the Professor’s discovery of
Magneto’s plan and what Logan had told them all about their forthcoming
publicity. “And…there’s something
else.”
“You’re
making me nervous, sweetie. What is
it?”
“I don’t
want to do this…I told Logan I refused to do it and almost had a fit when he
tried to insist…” He took a deep breath
and let it out noisily. “They want me
to…pretend…that Amanda and I are…friendly.
Just for the media.”
“Just for
the media,” Kitty said slowly. “If
we’re going to show them wrong, going to act like we’re not mutants…why
Amanda?”
“That’s
what I wanted to know, but Logan said if we can get her to talk about when we
dated and how…um…normal…I was, how normal we all are, that would help, since
her parents are so well known in town and all.”
“Why do you
have to be…friendly…though?”
“Schatz, I
don’t want to pretend to be with her and I’m not going to. I just wanted you to know that Amanda would be
here and we’d be…chummy.”
“Chummy. Like that stuff they throw in the water for
sharks,” Kitty muttered darkly.[1]
“Katzchen…”
“When’s the
interview? Tomorrow morning?”
“Ja.”
“I’ll be
there.”
“You can’t
be up and about!”
“The sooner
I get moving, the sooner I’ll heal!”
“Liebes,
calm down,” Kurt said as soothingly as possible. “I hope you’re not this upset because you distrust me.”
“I trust
you just fine, baby.” She squeezed his
knee tenderly and smiled. “I just have
the very unfriendly urge to tear Amanda’s hair out by the roots.”
“Kitty!”
“It’s the
painkillers talking.”
“Right… What was the deal with Remy and Jubilee
earlier?” He leaned close and
whispered, “I know they came to see you and then took off out of here like the
hounds of Hell were at their heels…”
Kitty
folded her hands primly on her lap and tried to look innocent. “They just wanted to say hi. I have no idea what those two get up to when
they’re out of my sight.”
“Katzchen,
don’t lie to me.”
“I’m not
lying. I’m neglecting to tell the
truth. There’s a difference.”
“Well, stop
it. I love you, Liebes, and want to
help you if I can.”
“Why?” She raised her brows, looking
concerned. “If I don’t tell you, you
can’t get in trouble for knowing…”
“If you
tell me, you can’t get in trouble for failing.”
“Point.” She sighed and leaned back into the cushiony
pillows. “Okay, it’s like this…” She detailed her theory about the genetic
component to the virus and her “mission” for the thieving duo.
“Liebes,”
he sighed, “you’re going to get everyone killed one day.”
“Thanks for
the vote of confidence.”
“You should
have asked me to do it. In and out and I’m done. No one’s the wiser!”
“They have
experience with this sort of thing!”
“Kitty,”
Kurt sighed, exasperated, “I love you very much. I adore you, I worship you and
I will never stop doing any of that, you you have got to, got to learn
not to do things like this! Life isn’t
a Nancy Drew book!”
“I’m
tired,” she said flatly. “I’m going to
sleep now.”
“Kitty!”
“I’ll talk
to you when I wake up,” she muttered, closing her eyes tightly.
Kurt sighed
painfully and leaned forward to brush a kiss across each of her eyelids then
her lips. “I’ll come back with your
dinner in a little while, Katzchen.”
She made a tiny
huffing noise of hurt pride but did not otherwise respond.
Logan found
Kurt moping he rhe rec room. “Take it
bad, did she?”
“Not…entirely…”
“Why the
long face then?”
“Just…other
stuff.”
“Got
it.” Logan sat down in the overstuffed
armchair and picked up the remote, scannine che channels until he found a
hockey game. “Damn Red Wings.”
“How can
you be so calm?” Kurt finally asked.
“Aren’t you nervous about this?”
“I’d be a
liar if I said I wasn’t,” Logan shrugged.
“But I’m more worried about the score…bet Bobby ten bucks the Red Wings
would loose.”
Kurt
snorted in mild amusement. “That’s not
ethical.”
“Neither is
turning a blind eye while underage students have sex.”
“Touche.”
“Things are
gonna be fine, Elf.”
“I promised
Kitty that. Circumstances might make a
liar out of me yet.”
“And you
used to be such a chipper little Elf.”
Logan hit the mute button and fixed Kurt with a hard look that passed
for fatherly, considering the source.
“There are a lot worse things in the world than being found out. Even if things fall apart, we’re going to be
fine.”
Kurt staredck, ck, unaccustomed to this show of apparent optimism from Logan. “Fine?” he finally managed. “I’ve seen the news…Logan, we can’t even
leave the house without someone following us… How will things be fine in a
world of fanatics and…and…”
“The same
way they were before, Kurt,” he said blandly. “Just we’ll be more aware
then. Instead of seeing it happen and thinking
there but for the grace of God go I, we’ll be the ones being pitied, being
watched.”
Kurt
digested this as Logan resumed watching his game. After several minutes, he murmured, “That’s unacceptable.”
“Life’s a
series of unacceptable events, Kid. You
just gotta pick which ones to be pissed off about.”
A/N Next up, just what did Amara have in mind for
Lance? Rahne and Jamie have a moment or
two, Jubilee and Remy get a slight shock and the Professor remembers…and
notices something is missing.
1] C1] Chum is a
mixture of fish bits, blood, etc, used to get a shark’s attention, so to speak.
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta…Every time I start
getting flustered about the Thanksgiving thing, Orko pops into my mind and I
get the giggles. What makes it worse…I
was singing the Cat’s Eye theme in broken German and making up English lyrics
to fill in the gaps. InterNutter, TC
and Maxwell Pink make me giddy withightight because they’re nice enough to
archive! J ProPhile is away so…on we go, lol. Readers/Reviewers: Yep, CyberEm, we are all strange kids sometimes, lol. Some stranger than others! J Thank all y’all for reading and reviewing
and encouraging this universe to keep growing!
Psylocke
stretched painfully, feeling as if her entire body had only recently been a
giant knot. Her muscles burned with
overuse and her brain felt like cotton wool had been stuffed in her skull in
place of fluid. She could not quite
place her finger on the change at first, but slowly it dawned on her. Mesmero’s distracted… A shellburst of excitement dissolved into
dismay. And I’m still trapped here. Psylocke fell back on the bed again,
weakened and agitated. Are you a man
or a mouse? Er…philosophically
speaking. This may be your only chance
since Pietro seems to have chickened out.
Steeling herself, she forced her legs to swing over the side of the bed,
forced her feet to work and carry her from the room. It did not take but a minute to find Mesmero, drinking Magneto’s
Glen Fidditch out of a tumbler older than she was. CNN was on and apparently, the story out of Bayville had been
picked up nationally. Someone was
spinning their version of possible causes for mutation. “I don’t know about you,” she said lightly,
“but I was never exposed to radiation and I don’t think my mother was either.”
Mesmero
tried to look suave and not surprised as he set the Scotch down on the end
table and shifted to face the lithe woman. “I see you’re feeling better.”
He isn’t
trying…he’s not bothered.
Encouraged by Mesmero’s lack of attention, she moved further into the
room. The curtains fluttered as if on a
light breeze and she smiled to herself at this small, successful test of her
telekinesis. “What else are they
saying?”
“Some say
mutants need to be put in camps and controlled, others say it’s the end of the
world and we are demons, and some say we are natural progression.” He picked up the scotch and took another burning
sip. “You should be resting.”
“I need to
stretch my legs,” she said blandly. Not
heavy enough…too heavy…ah, said Goldilocks, just right. She did not move from her spot by the sofa
as a medium sized art deco nude lamp arced from it’s spot on the desk under the
window and made contact with the back of Mesmero’s head. He lurched forward as if trying to stand,
his jaw dropped and he managed a gurgle as a trickle of blood wended it’s way
from his nose. She felt the brief pull
of his mesmerism but then…nothing. He
was unconscious with an art deco dent in the back of his head. “Well,” she said aloud, “that wasn’t so bad,
was it?” She folded in on herself for a
moment, feeling the first taste of her freedom. A distant, metallic thump reached her ears and she remembered
that she was not alone. Quickly, with
unsure steps, she found her way to the front door and, after several minutes of
concerted effort, to the road running alongside the estate. Now she she had to do, she thought to
herself, was wait. For what, though?
“I know
you’re up to something, Liebes.”
“I’m not
well,” Kitty said by way of evasion.
“Katzchen…”
Kurt tried to glare sternly but she had already fixed her best ‘adore me’
expression to her features. “Damn.”
Kitty
smiled her best smile and pushed her lank hair out of her eyes. “If you don’t pick on me about this, I’ll
let you help me in the shower later…”
Kurt raised
a brow. “It’s either me or Frau
Storm…Either way, you’re getting a shower.”
She sighed
and shoved her lap top to one side, half-turning to better face him. “Kurt, listen, I’m not doing anything
stupid. I’m just trying to figure
something out. I had an idea and I
think it’s going to work out.”
“What
idea?”
“Well…” She paused. “ Hey, you’re in uniform.”
“Oh…um,
ja.” He shifted a tad uncomfortably and
took Kitty’s hand, worrying it with his thumb.
“Katzchen, it’s like this…”
She waited
patiently as he dithered. After a
moment of hemming and hawing, she took her hand back and laid it atop his
knee. “Kurt, it can’t be that
bad…what’s going on?”
He
carefully relayed what he had been told about the Professor’s discovery of
Magneto’s plan and what Logan had told them all about their forthcoming
publicity. “And…there’s something
else.”
“You’re
making me nervous, sweetie. What is
it?”
“I don’t
want to do this…I told Logan I refused to do it and almost had a fit when he
tried to insist…” He took a deep breath
and let it out noisily. “They want me
to…pretend…that Amanda and I are…friendly.
Just for the media.”
“Just for
the media,” Kitty said slowly. “If
we’re going to show them wrong, going to act like we’re not mutants…why
Amanda?”
“That’s
what I wanted to know, but Logan said if we can get her to talk about when we
dated and how…um…normal…I was, how normal we all are, that would help, since
her parents are so well known in town and all.”
“Why do you
have to be…friendly…though?”
“Schatz, I
don’t want to pretend to be with her and I’m not going to. I just wanted you to know that Amanda would be
here and we’d be…chummy.”
“Chummy. Like that stuff they throw in the water for
sharks,” Kitty muttered darkly.[1]
“Katzchen…”
“When’s the
interview? Tomorrow morning?”
“Ja.”
“I’ll be
there.”
“You can’t
be up and about!”
“The sooner
I get moving, the sooner I’ll heal!”
“Liebes,
calm down,” Kurt said as soothingly as possible. “I hope you’re not this upset because you distrust me.”
“I trust
you just fine, baby.” She squeezed his
knee tenderly and smiled. “I just have
the very unfriendly urge to tear Amanda’s hair out by the roots.”
“Kitty!”
“It’s the
painkillers talking.”
“Right… What was the deal with Remy and Jubilee
earlier?” He leaned close and
whispered, “I know they came to see you and then took off out of here like the
hounds of Hell were at their heels…”
Kitty
folded her hands primly on her lap and tried to look innocent. “They just wanted to say hi. I have no idea what those two get up to when
they’re out of my sight.”
“Katzchen,
don’t lie to me.”
“I’m not
lying. I’m neglecting to tell the
truth. There’s a difference.”
“Well, stop
it. I love you, Liebes, and want to
help you if I can.”
“Why?” She raised her brows, looking
concerned. “If I don’t tell you, you
can’t get in trouble for knowing…”
“If you
tell me, you can’t get in trouble for failing.”
“Point.” She sighed and leaned back into the cushiony
pillows. “Okay, it’s like this…” She detailed her theory about the genetic
component to the virus and her “mission” for the thieving duo.
“Liebes,”
he sighed, “you’re going to get everyone killed one day.”
“Thanks for
the vote of confidence.”
“You should
have asked me to do it. In and out and I’m done. No one’s the wiser!”
“They have
experience with this sort of thing!”
“Kitty,”
Kurt sighed, exasperated, “I love you very much. I adore you, I worship you and
I will never stop doing any of that, you you have got to, got to learn
not to do things like this! Life isn’t
a Nancy Drew book!”
“I’m
tired,” she said flatly. “I’m going to
sleep now.”
“Kitty!”
“I’ll talk
to you when I wake up,” she muttered, closing her eyes tightly.
Kurt sighed
painfully and leaned forward to brush a kiss across each of her eyelids then
her lips. “I’ll come back with your
dinner in a little while, Katzchen.”
She made a tiny
huffing noise of hurt pride but did not otherwise respond.
Logan found
Kurt moping he rhe rec room. “Take it
bad, did she?”
“Not…entirely…”
“Why the
long face then?”
“Just…other
stuff.”
“Got
it.” Logan sat down in the overstuffed
armchair and picked up the remote, scannine che channels until he found a
hockey game. “Damn Red Wings.”
“How can
you be so calm?” Kurt finally asked.
“Aren’t you nervous about this?”
“I’d be a
liar if I said I wasn’t,” Logan shrugged.
“But I’m more worried about the score…bet Bobby ten bucks the Red Wings
would loose.”
Kurt
snorted in mild amusement. “That’s not
ethical.”
“Neither is
turning a blind eye while underage students have sex.”
“Touche.”
“Things are
gonna be fine, Elf.”
“I promised
Kitty that. Circumstances might make a
liar out of me yet.”
“And you
used to be such a chipper little Elf.”
Logan hit the mute button and fixed Kurt with a hard look that passed
for fatherly, considering the source.
“There are a lot worse things in the world than being found out. Even if things fall apart, we’re going to be
fine.”
Kurt staredck, ck, unaccustomed to this show of apparent optimism from Logan. “Fine?” he finally managed. “I’ve seen the news…Logan, we can’t even
leave the house without someone following us… How will things be fine in a
world of fanatics and…and…”
“The same
way they were before, Kurt,” he said blandly. “Just we’ll be more aware
then. Instead of seeing it happen and thinking
there but for the grace of God go I, we’ll be the ones being pitied, being
watched.”
Kurt
digested this as Logan resumed watching his game. After several minutes, he murmured, “That’s unacceptable.”
“Life’s a
series of unacceptable events, Kid. You
just gotta pick which ones to be pissed off about.”
A/N Next up, just what did Amara have in mind for
Lance? Rahne and Jamie have a moment or
two, Jubilee and Remy get a slight shock and the Professor remembers…and
notices something is missing.
1] C1] Chum is a
mixture of fish bits, blood, etc, used to get a shark’s attention, so to speak.