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Adult ++
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50
Persistence of Memory Chapter Fifty (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… Great, now I’ve got
Jellicle Cats in my head… ;) InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink are lovely
and wonderful for archiving! J ProPhile…um…hm. Seems I can’t think of smutmuse adjectives today. Let’s go with smut-tastic again. ;)
Readers/Reviewers: *blush * Thanks! ppy ppy Thanksgiving if you celebrate and if you’re like me and don’t…Hell
of a Thursday, huh?
Saturday
morning dawned suddenly, a break in gloomy clouds flooding the grounds of the Institute
with weak sunlight and startled birds, wondering why they had not flown South
for the winter yet then commencing said journey noisily. Right out side Scott and Jean’s window. “Please let me blast ‘em.”
“No.”
“How about a warning shot?”
“Scott Summers, keep those glasses
on!” Jean ordered, though she was smiling, as she emerged from the bathroom
freshly made up and dressed in her best skirt and twin set. “Do I look like a non-mutant?”
“You look painfully normal, albeit
very hot,” Scott said before yawning widely.
“What time is it?”
“Seven. The interview is at ten.
We’re supposed to go over there for breakfast.” She twisted her hair deftly into a
knot. “I wanted to check on Kitty, too.”
“Seven? My stomach isn’t even awake yet.” He fell back onto the bed with a grunt. “Can’t I just meet you there?”
“Pre interview briefing. Up and at ‘em, Scooter.” The sheets flew off his nearly nude body
with a snap.
“I hate it when you do that. And don’t call me Scooter.”
“Okay, Fearless Leader. Up.
Besides, didn’t you want to check the Danger Room, too? I swear, you’re almost as bad as Logan about
that thing.”
Scott made a face at her back as
she headed down the stairs “Don’t even
say it…I know you saw that.”
“I wasn’t saying a thing,” she
called back innocently.
Scott sighed and rolled out of bed,
instantly missing the comfort of the mattress and sheets and the pillows
faintly scented like Jean’s hair. All
of his clothes seemed to have oil stains or be otherwise unsuitable for
interview wear. “Jeannie?”
There was a pause, then, “Please
don’t call me that. What did you need?”
“Do you think I would be able to
borrow something from one of the guys over there? All I’ve got are t-shirts.”
“Well, put on some pants go go
ask.”
“I hate pants,” he responded
petulantly.
“Fearless Leaders must wear pants
or be doomed to being called Scooter.”
“Pants it is…”
Kurt nearly choked on his cereal
when Kitty tottered into the kitchen. “Schatz, what are you doing?” He vaulted the table neatly and picked her
up before she could walk another step. “You
should be in bed!”
“It’s taken me thirty minutes to
make it this far. I’m not going back
down there. Put me down, please.”
“Liebes…”
“Chair, please,” she said
stoutly.
Kurt sighed regretfully and
carefully, so carefully it was excruciating, placed her in the chair next to
his. “Does Beast or Cecilia know you
are up and about?”
Kitty glared at him tiredly and
reached for the bowl of oranges in the middle of the table. “So what time is Amanda coming over?”
“Ah,” Kurt breathed, sitting down
next to her. “That’s what this is
about?”
“Nine ish?” She began determinedly peeling her orange,
ignoring his gaze.
“Kitty, you know there’s nothing to
worry about. Nothing.”
She dropped the orange, not able to
get more than patches of peel off, and sighed.
“I know. But that doesn’t mean I
have to like it. Would you like it if I
was friendly with Lance like you’re supposed to be with Amanda?”
“No, but that’d be mainly because
Amara would be killing you and I’d have to stop her.” He deftly peeled her orange and handed it back to her. “Liebes, you really need to be taking it
easy.”
“I’m sitting. What could be easier?” She popped a segment into her mouth and
smiled around it. “See? No problems.”
Kurt shook his head and gave her a
baleful glare as he dug into his cereal again.
They ate in silence for another few minutes before Kurt got up and made
her a cup of tea, handing it to her without a soft, “You don’t have to make
things hard on yourself, Kitty. I’ll
call Amanda and tell her not to come.”
She seemed to wilt slightly as she
took the cup from him. “No, don’t. Look…I just need to do this, okay? It’ll make me feel better to be there. Besides, I need to start moving around some
anyway so my stomach muscles don’t get all…weak.” She ate another segment and
winced as the acidic juice stung her hospital-dry lips. “Besides, I promise that you can commit me
to bed rest later.” Kitty winked at him
and earned a snicker for her efforts. “But
you have tot unt until I’m pretty.”
“He has to wait that long?” Rogue
teased, sauntering into the kitchen in her full Goth glory, followed by a
mildly irritated Todd.
Rogue ducked Kitty’s thrown orange
peel, which Todd snapped out his tongue to catch automatically. “Ugh,” he spat,
the bitter peel into the sink.
“Sorry, sugar,” Rogue drawled in an
exaggerated accent, winking at Todd as she opened the fridge.
“You doing okay, Rogue?” Kurt asked
lightly, spooning more cereal into his mouth.
“Better,” she said, sniffing the
milk. “Not perfect, but better.”
Kurt eyed his half sister with
something near suspicion and worry as she took a seat next to her
boyfriend. “Rogue…”
“I don’t wanna talk about it, okay?” She dug into her cereal with ferocity, blocking
all further questioning.
Todd rolled his eyes and took one
of the oranges. “So when’s this shindig
starting?” He swallowed a segment whole
as he felt Rogue’s hand suddenly come to rest on the inside of his left thigh.
“Ten…you okay?” Kitty asked,
frowning. “You look like you’ve seen a
ghost…”
I don’t know about that but I
think I’m gonna see God soon… “I’m
fine…jus’…tired…”
“That’s too bad,” Rogue said
blandly, sliding her hand further up his leg.
Kurt glanced between the two. “You seem awfully…chipper.”
“I’m just lookin’ forward to getting’
this interview overwith.” Rogue ate
another spoon of cereal and addressed Kitty.
“You on painkillers?”
“Supposed to be,” she admitted,
selecting an apple. “I’m going to bed
after this whole thing is over, though.
Todd made a strangled noise and
looked like he was trying very hard not to say something. Rogue looked suspiciously innocent. “I feel really bad ‘bout worryin’ y’all,
runnin’ off like that,” she said apropos of nothing.
Kurt raised a brow. “What’s with the accent?”
“Whatever do you mean?”
“It’s…thicker.”
Todd closed his eyes, knowing full
and well why she was talking like that.
He had made the apparent mistake of telling her he loved Southern
accents, especially hers when she was mad and it got heavy. He gulped hard as her fingers found his growing
arousal under the table and began stroking him through his jeans, never once
ceasing her breakfast. “Well,” she
said, yawning, “I’m just not payin’ attention.
Tired, ya know.” She gave him a
good squeeze and he choked, spraying milk across the table in a neat arc to
Kurt.
“Scheisse! My good shirt!” Kurt was on his feet immediately, dabbing at the splatter on his
neat blue shirt. “I’ll be back,” he
said hurriedly to Kitty, bamfing away.
“Sorry,” Todd said weakly, his eyes still closed.
Rogue
smiled blandly at Kitty and continued slogging through her cereal. “You seen Jubilee yet? Last I heard, she was gonna dye her hair
green or pink.”
“Haven’t
seen her since last night,” Kitty muttered guiltily. “Todd, you sure you’re okay?”
He nodded
frantically. “Oh yeah…” Rogue’s gloved fingers had silently worked their way inside his zipper and were
currently playing havoc with his shreds of self control. “Uh, what was that, Kit?”
“Nothing,”
she said suspiciously. “Amanda’s coming
over.”
“That’s
what I heard,” Rogue mumbled around a mouthful of Coco Puffs. “I think that’s stupid.”
“Thank you!”
Kitty cried, then flinched. “Ow…”
“You ain’t
supposed to eat acidy foods after an appendectomy,” Rogue said, gesturing with
her spoon. “Hard to digest and all
that.”
“I know…I
just…forgot…” Kitty sipped her tepid
tea and willed the pain to subside. “These
staples itch…”
“Oh!” Todd
breathed as if the recipient of a great revelation.
Rogue smiled
faintly and repeated what she had just done.
“Wonder what’s taking Kurt so long?”
“Godohgodohgod…”
“Is he
having a seizure or something?”
“Todd,” Rogue
said sharply, squeezing a little too hard.
“Erk!” He was so close…if only she hadn’t stopped…
Kurt
reappeared, slightly damp from sponging the front of his shirt. “How do I look?”
“Wet. I need to go get dressed, too…” Kitty struggled to stand up only to have
Kurt scoop her off her feet again.
“Y’all have
fun,” Rogue said slyly, giving Todd a sideways glance.
Kitty
shrugged and closed her eyes, trying not to get nauseated as they ported. “Oh, ick!” she cried once in her room,
realization dawning. “She was…ew!”
Scott and
Jean nearly ran headlong into Warren coming out of the mansion. “What’s going on?” Scott asked, steadying
the winged man.
“Going out
on a pick up… The Professor picked
someone up on Cerebro last night and has just made contact…”
Jean
nodded. “Good. I was worried.”
“You knew?”
Warren asked.
“Try being
married to her…can’t get away with anything!”
A/N Sorrysorrysorrysorry…Professor and Interview next
chapter!
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… Great, now I’ve got
Jellicle Cats in my head… ;) InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink are lovely
and wonderful for archiving! J ProPhile…um…hm. Seems I can’t think of smutmuse adjectives today. Let’s go with smut-tastic again. ;)
Readers/Reviewers: *blush * Thanks! ppy ppy Thanksgiving if you celebrate and if you’re like me and don’t…Hell
of a Thursday, huh?
Saturday
morning dawned suddenly, a break in gloomy clouds flooding the grounds of the Institute
with weak sunlight and startled birds, wondering why they had not flown South
for the winter yet then commencing said journey noisily. Right out side Scott and Jean’s window. “Please let me blast ‘em.”
“No.”
“How about a warning shot?”
“Scott Summers, keep those glasses
on!” Jean ordered, though she was smiling, as she emerged from the bathroom
freshly made up and dressed in her best skirt and twin set. “Do I look like a non-mutant?”
“You look painfully normal, albeit
very hot,” Scott said before yawning widely.
“What time is it?”
“Seven. The interview is at ten.
We’re supposed to go over there for breakfast.” She twisted her hair deftly into a
knot. “I wanted to check on Kitty, too.”
“Seven? My stomach isn’t even awake yet.” He fell back onto the bed with a grunt. “Can’t I just meet you there?”
“Pre interview briefing. Up and at ‘em, Scooter.” The sheets flew off his nearly nude body
with a snap.
“I hate it when you do that. And don’t call me Scooter.”
“Okay, Fearless Leader. Up.
Besides, didn’t you want to check the Danger Room, too? I swear, you’re almost as bad as Logan about
that thing.”
Scott made a face at her back as
she headed down the stairs “Don’t even
say it…I know you saw that.”
“I wasn’t saying a thing,” she
called back innocently.
Scott sighed and rolled out of bed,
instantly missing the comfort of the mattress and sheets and the pillows
faintly scented like Jean’s hair. All
of his clothes seemed to have oil stains or be otherwise unsuitable for
interview wear. “Jeannie?”
There was a pause, then, “Please
don’t call me that. What did you need?”
“Do you think I would be able to
borrow something from one of the guys over there? All I’ve got are t-shirts.”
“Well, put on some pants go go
ask.”
“I hate pants,” he responded
petulantly.
“Fearless Leaders must wear pants
or be doomed to being called Scooter.”
“Pants it is…”
Kurt nearly choked on his cereal
when Kitty tottered into the kitchen. “Schatz, what are you doing?” He vaulted the table neatly and picked her
up before she could walk another step. “You
should be in bed!”
“It’s taken me thirty minutes to
make it this far. I’m not going back
down there. Put me down, please.”
“Liebes…”
“Chair, please,” she said
stoutly.
Kurt sighed regretfully and
carefully, so carefully it was excruciating, placed her in the chair next to
his. “Does Beast or Cecilia know you
are up and about?”
Kitty glared at him tiredly and
reached for the bowl of oranges in the middle of the table. “So what time is Amanda coming over?”
“Ah,” Kurt breathed, sitting down
next to her. “That’s what this is
about?”
“Nine ish?” She began determinedly peeling her orange,
ignoring his gaze.
“Kitty, you know there’s nothing to
worry about. Nothing.”
She dropped the orange, not able to
get more than patches of peel off, and sighed.
“I know. But that doesn’t mean I
have to like it. Would you like it if I
was friendly with Lance like you’re supposed to be with Amanda?”
“No, but that’d be mainly because
Amara would be killing you and I’d have to stop her.” He deftly peeled her orange and handed it back to her. “Liebes, you really need to be taking it
easy.”
“I’m sitting. What could be easier?” She popped a segment into her mouth and
smiled around it. “See? No problems.”
Kurt shook his head and gave her a
baleful glare as he dug into his cereal again.
They ate in silence for another few minutes before Kurt got up and made
her a cup of tea, handing it to her without a soft, “You don’t have to make
things hard on yourself, Kitty. I’ll
call Amanda and tell her not to come.”
She seemed to wilt slightly as she
took the cup from him. “No, don’t. Look…I just need to do this, okay? It’ll make me feel better to be there. Besides, I need to start moving around some
anyway so my stomach muscles don’t get all…weak.” She ate another segment and
winced as the acidic juice stung her hospital-dry lips. “Besides, I promise that you can commit me
to bed rest later.” Kitty winked at him
and earned a snicker for her efforts. “But
you have tot unt until I’m pretty.”
“He has to wait that long?” Rogue
teased, sauntering into the kitchen in her full Goth glory, followed by a
mildly irritated Todd.
Rogue ducked Kitty’s thrown orange
peel, which Todd snapped out his tongue to catch automatically. “Ugh,” he spat,
the bitter peel into the sink.
“Sorry, sugar,” Rogue drawled in an
exaggerated accent, winking at Todd as she opened the fridge.
“You doing okay, Rogue?” Kurt asked
lightly, spooning more cereal into his mouth.
“Better,” she said, sniffing the
milk. “Not perfect, but better.”
Kurt eyed his half sister with
something near suspicion and worry as she took a seat next to her
boyfriend. “Rogue…”
“I don’t wanna talk about it, okay?” She dug into her cereal with ferocity, blocking
all further questioning.
Todd rolled his eyes and took one
of the oranges. “So when’s this shindig
starting?” He swallowed a segment whole
as he felt Rogue’s hand suddenly come to rest on the inside of his left thigh.
“Ten…you okay?” Kitty asked,
frowning. “You look like you’ve seen a
ghost…”
I don’t know about that but I
think I’m gonna see God soon… “I’m
fine…jus’…tired…”
“That’s too bad,” Rogue said
blandly, sliding her hand further up his leg.
Kurt glanced between the two. “You seem awfully…chipper.”
“I’m just lookin’ forward to getting’
this interview overwith.” Rogue ate
another spoon of cereal and addressed Kitty.
“You on painkillers?”
“Supposed to be,” she admitted,
selecting an apple. “I’m going to bed
after this whole thing is over, though.
Todd made a strangled noise and
looked like he was trying very hard not to say something. Rogue looked suspiciously innocent. “I feel really bad ‘bout worryin’ y’all,
runnin’ off like that,” she said apropos of nothing.
Kurt raised a brow. “What’s with the accent?”
“Whatever do you mean?”
“It’s…thicker.”
Todd closed his eyes, knowing full
and well why she was talking like that.
He had made the apparent mistake of telling her he loved Southern
accents, especially hers when she was mad and it got heavy. He gulped hard as her fingers found his growing
arousal under the table and began stroking him through his jeans, never once
ceasing her breakfast. “Well,” she
said, yawning, “I’m just not payin’ attention.
Tired, ya know.” She gave him a
good squeeze and he choked, spraying milk across the table in a neat arc to
Kurt.
“Scheisse! My good shirt!” Kurt was on his feet immediately, dabbing at the splatter on his
neat blue shirt. “I’ll be back,” he
said hurriedly to Kitty, bamfing away.
“Sorry,” Todd said weakly, his eyes still closed.
Rogue
smiled blandly at Kitty and continued slogging through her cereal. “You seen Jubilee yet? Last I heard, she was gonna dye her hair
green or pink.”
“Haven’t
seen her since last night,” Kitty muttered guiltily. “Todd, you sure you’re okay?”
He nodded
frantically. “Oh yeah…” Rogue’s gloved fingers had silently worked their way inside his zipper and were
currently playing havoc with his shreds of self control. “Uh, what was that, Kit?”
“Nothing,”
she said suspiciously. “Amanda’s coming
over.”
“That’s
what I heard,” Rogue mumbled around a mouthful of Coco Puffs. “I think that’s stupid.”
“Thank you!”
Kitty cried, then flinched. “Ow…”
“You ain’t
supposed to eat acidy foods after an appendectomy,” Rogue said, gesturing with
her spoon. “Hard to digest and all
that.”
“I know…I
just…forgot…” Kitty sipped her tepid
tea and willed the pain to subside. “These
staples itch…”
“Oh!” Todd
breathed as if the recipient of a great revelation.
Rogue smiled
faintly and repeated what she had just done.
“Wonder what’s taking Kurt so long?”
“Godohgodohgod…”
“Is he
having a seizure or something?”
“Todd,” Rogue
said sharply, squeezing a little too hard.
“Erk!” He was so close…if only she hadn’t stopped…
Kurt
reappeared, slightly damp from sponging the front of his shirt. “How do I look?”
“Wet. I need to go get dressed, too…” Kitty struggled to stand up only to have
Kurt scoop her off her feet again.
“Y’all have
fun,” Rogue said slyly, giving Todd a sideways glance.
Kitty
shrugged and closed her eyes, trying not to get nauseated as they ported. “Oh, ick!” she cried once in her room,
realization dawning. “She was…ew!”
Scott and
Jean nearly ran headlong into Warren coming out of the mansion. “What’s going on?” Scott asked, steadying
the winged man.
“Going out
on a pick up… The Professor picked
someone up on Cerebro last night and has just made contact…”
Jean
nodded. “Good. I was worried.”
“You knew?”
Warren asked.
“Try being
married to her…can’t get away with anything!”
A/N Sorrysorrysorrysorry…Professor and Interview next
chapter!