Mirror, Mirror

Mirror Mirror Chapter Five
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta…Three days of autumn and now it’s summer again. Bleargh. InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink, Dracena and Greywolf are loverly and wondermous for archiving/hosting. J ProPhile: Seriously, blame the GOP for the bar failure. It’s therapeutic. Morgan: *pokes with pokey stick* You out there? Readers/Reviewers: Thank you VERY much for reading/reviewing as you can! J

Mark rubbed a tired hand across his heavy lids. He wanted, he thought, a nice, long nap by a nice ,warm fire with a nice warm… “Jamie, get away from that shelf!”
Jamie yelped somewhere in the back of the library and there was the sound of someone tumbling to the floor from a perch a few feet above it. “I didn’t think you could see me,” came a guilty voice, dopplered by Jamie’s double.
“I can’t,” Mark called back. “I just *know*. Don’t test me again, please.” He flipped ahead a few more pages in the book before him, gaze skimming over pictures he had committed to memory. Logan was slow, taking far too long to get ready. Not like the man, he mused silently. Something must be amiss. Mark stood and glanced at the row Jamie had been haunting, the one with a leather-bound copy of the Kama Sutra on the very top shelf, and smiled in satisfaction to see that the young man had left. Quickly and efficiently, he gathered up the books and papers he had been poring over and shut the library down, turning off lights and making sure the thermostat was set to the optimum level to keep the books safe. Locking the door behind him, he made a mental note to remind the Professor to place the sign on the library door informing students it was closed for the time being and to use the library in town or, by special arrangement, the one at Bayville High School. Humming softly and erratically under his breath, Mark set off down the hall at a swift pace, deciding to look for Logan first in the rec room.

“Jamie!” Rahne did not protest overmuch as her boyfriend’s fingers skimmed down her breast to the plane of her stomach. “We’re in public!”
“Not really,” he pointed out, leaning in close to nibble her earlobe, capturing the soft flesh between his teeth and sucking ever so slightly. “No one is around to see us,” he whispered after a moment. “Mark’s in the library, Logan’s in the garage, kicking tires, and everyone else is in class or at work.” His hand moved higher again, carefully pressing against the firm roundness of her breast, rubbing his palm in slow circles to tease the turgid peak of her nipple.
Sighing, Rahne leaned back against the arm of the sofa, raising her brows at Jamie’s slightly discomfited expression now that he was no longer touching her. “Your hormones pick odd times to act up, you know that?” Smiling slightly, she motioned for him to come closer. “Good thing we have free period at the same time.”
“Logan, are you… oh. Guess not.”
The teenagers leapt apart guiltily as Mark stood in the doorway, fixing them both with a slightly bemused glare. Jamie, blushing furiously, spoke first. “Mark, I…”
“I see why you needed the book on that top shelf,” the librarian cut in. “Rahne, please adjust your blouse. I’m looking for Logan but obviously, he’s not in here.” He raised a brow, almost as if asking them had they seen the other man.
Rahne, maintaining some measure of dignity, sat up and smoothed her shirt into place. “He’s in the garage. Kicking things.”
Jamie let out a breath as Mark nodded politely, giving them one last, almost parental, look before turning and heading through the kitchen towards the garage. “Guess you were right,” he muttered to Rahne.
“What’s that?” she smiled, shifting so that she stood on her knees on the sofa cushions.
“You were right,” he repeated, making a face. “That never tastes good, does it?”
“Get used to it, lad. I’m the woman and I’m right!” she sing-songed, pushing Jamie back against the sofa and straddling his lap. Her smile broadened as she felt his growing rigidity pressing against the inside of her thigh. “And what did I say about being in here for this bit of fun, hmmm?” she murmured, pressing against him and watching his eyes slip closed.
“Not in public?” he asked by way of reply.
“Mmmmhmmm, not in public…” She leaned closer and gave him a nearly chaste kiss on the lips, scooting away before his hands could come to her hips and pull her closer still. “Tonight, sweetie. Kitty’s gone and her room is empty,” she added promisingly.
Jamie’s eyes went wide. “Tonight? As in…really?” He sat bolt upright, color suffusing his cheeks.
Rahne nodded. “Mmmmhmmm. Tonight.” She did not look back as she trotted towards the stairs, heading up to her room to get her books for pre-calculus.
The young man stood and raked his fingers through his already messy hair, calming his surging blood with several deep breaths and thoughts of anything not Rahne-related. After a moment or two, he felt he was presentable and started in the direction that Mark had disappeared to. Maybe if they were going somewhere, he thought, Logan would be distracted enough to agree to let him borrow the car that night. He reached the door to the garage from the mudroom and stopped in his tracks as the raised voices of both men penetrated the thick wooden door.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Logan!”
“I’m not,” came the sharp reply, underscored by something metallic falling to the concrete floor. “I’m bein’ smart. All those books are good for background but we need something big and loud and preferably painful if we’re gonna deal with this sonofabitch.”
Jamie held his breath during the long moment of silence that ensued. He was sure that Logan’s keen senses could pick him out, that he would be discovered, but finally Mark began to speak again. “Logan, firepower is not a bad idea but it is not how we are going to manage our goals. I know this man, I know him inside out…”
“No one ever knows a sick fuck like him,” Logan shot back. “I don’t give a damn if he’s livin’ or dead when we’re done here. I just want to get Paige and Jono and Forge back where they belong. Understood?”
Jamie pressed himself flat against the wall, in the shadows of the corner, as Mark jerked open the mudroom door. “Fine,” the Englishman said flatly. “You’re doing it wrong but fine. The only way you will learn is by failure.” The door slammed shut, Mark’s coat retrieved.
Jamie exhaled softly as the sound of the heavy van starting up filled the garage. After a minute, when he was sure they were gone, he eased out of the mudroom and stood in the bright kitchen, gathering his bearings. _I didn’t hear a thing. If I don’t know anything, no one can make me tell them anything and no one will go off half cocked… _ A quick glance at the time showed him to be late for English Literature. _I know nothing. I saw nothing, I heard nothing, I say nothing. _ he chanted over and over as he hurried to class, hoping that his subconscious would take the words to heart.

A/N Sorry… the smut didn’t cooperate. Next chapter will definitely be smut—the scene itself is already written. *eg*