Institutionalized

INSTITUTIONALIZED CHAPTER SEVEN (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies and BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE (tm), are the kilts motivating at all? ;) InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink are superwonderful people b/c they archive! :) Readers/Reviewers: To stave off further confusion, I'll go into more detail in the next several chapters about what's going on. (I had some "huh?" sort of emails so I figured head it off at the pass...)

Emma hated Mystique. It was that simple. She hated the red hair, she hated the superior attitude, she hated the smug blue shade of her skin. She hated everything about the woman but most of all, she hated that she was right. Magneto was stirring again, not as dead as rumor would have him, and he seemed Hell bent on Bayville, for some reason, and, as Mystique pointet, tt, the Hellions would be no match for whatever tricks the old man had up his sleeve. "You're not putting your all into this!" the platinum-haired woman snapped to one of her recruits. "Tarot1, step in for Roulette! She's worthless!"
The frowsy blonde glared at the White Queen2 as she passed her, fingering a black plastic chip. "You wouldn't know worthless if it bit you on the ass!"
"Watch your mouth with me, Roulette!" Emma growled, reaching for and snagging the girl by the back of her uniform top. "You have no idea what we're about to come up against!"
"Old Magneto?" Tarot laughed. "Last I heard, he was so sick he couldn't get his bony ass out of bed, much less cause us trouble! Or are you worried about Xavier and his little children? They couldn't hurt a fly if their lives depended on it!"
"Don't be so sure of that," Emma said, shaking Roulette a little. "Where's Sunspot?"
"Packing," she said flatly, knowing that she had pushed things a little too far with their leader. "He said he'd be ready to go to the Institute by morning."
"Good," Emma said, releasing the girl from her grip. "You're driving him. In fact," she said, smiling slowly, "go pack your things. You're going with him!"
"What?" Tarot and Roulette cried together. Tarot shoved her deck of cards back into her pocket and stalked towards the older woman. "Why her? Why not me? You know I'm better at spying than she is!"
"That's just it...you're better. She needs to improve. She nearly cost Firestar her life in Dallas during the bank job. Roulette needs to improve. Greatly. Now, go pack. Get Warpath3 in gear, too. He's going with you both."
Tarot choked back a cry of outrage and flung a card to the floor, away from Emma but a thinly veiled threat nonetheless. The Page of Swords rose up and paused, Tarot's subtle nod sending him in flu flurry of swinging blades and deadly assault. "Warpath, Sunspot, Roulette...you're fucking up, Frost!"
Emma took a long, slow breath and let it out with equal control. "You do not tell me what I am or am not doing well. You do not speak out of turn and, above all, do not forget that _I _ rule _you _, _I _ am the White Queen. You are merely my foot soldier!"
Tarot's face became a mask of pain, her hands going to her throat to claw at nonexistent hands as the Page of Swords vanished in a blink. She went to her knees, mouthing blandishments against Emma until the telepath released her psychic grip. "I apologize," Tarot ground out between clenched teeth. "I'll continue my practice with Firestar and Empath."
"Good girl," Emma purred. "Roulette, you have ten minutes."

"Slow down..." Jean said, spoon halfway between ice cream and mouth. "I lost you somewhere around Sergei."
Kitty sighed and popped a maraschino into her mouth and said, "Sergei and Katja have a thing but Kurt can't know about it or he'd burst an artery. Piotr is Sergei's cousin or second cousin twice removed or something...Russians claim all relations, it seems. At least the ones in my family do. Anyhoo, Kurt's all sorts of twitchy because Piotr is all nice and touchy feely."
"What's he touchy-feeling?" Jubilee asked, wiggling her brows for emphasis. Almost every single female in the mansion was ensconced in Kitty's room, several pints of ice cream and various bottles and jars of toppings spread between them on a blanket. Paige snorted at Jubilee's comment, flinging a green cherry at her. "What? It's a valid question!"
"I see you two made peace..." Rogue said, picking the walnuts out of her ice cream.
"Well," Jubilee said carefully, scooting towards Kitty and away from Amara, "she told me that she was interested in someone else...someone who asked her out for tomorrow night."
"Oh?" Jean had a sinking feeling who it was. "Already?"
"Mmmhmmm...." Paige smiled absently, stirring her melting ice cream into a soupy consistency. "Lance Alvers."
Amara ignited with a barely audible _whoosh. _ "Uh-oh..." Kitty murmured, putting her hand on Paige's arm, just in case. "Um, if you're wearing polyester, I'd move. That stuff melts right to you."
"No, it's fine," Amara said tightly. "Part of being on a break is finding out if this is what we really want. And if he wants to go out with Paige, that's fine."
"Um, Paige? I'd move if I were you...your clothes look flammable," Kitty said nervously.
"No," Amara insisted, smiling tightly. "It's fine. Fine. Fanfuckingtastically fine. I need more soda. Do you need more soda, Jean?" She grabbed the red-head's plastic glass and stood. "I'll be back. Um, if I were to look for the guys, where would they be?"
"Game-gasming in the rec room," Rahne said, intent on Kitty's CD collection rather than the melodrama.
"Hmmm...be back in a few." Amara slammed the door open and strode from the room, clutching the very full glasses of soda tightly.
"That was...odd," Jubilee finally said.
Kitty frowned. "I don't know...she's up to something."
"Recon?" Rogue asked, already on her feet.
"Sit down!" Jean said. "If we all go as a group, it'll look suspicious. Kitty, you and Jubilee go put up the ice cream. Rahne, wait two minutes and go ask Bobby if we can borrow some of his old PS1 games."
"What do I do?" Paige asked, looking dubious.
"You go rifle through the videos and DVDs down there. If anyone asks, you're looking for _The Crying Game _ or _Priscilla, Queen of the Desert. _ They won't want to watch either one."
"What're you gonna do?" Rogue asked, sounding both bored and amused.
"We are going to stay here."
"Good," Rouge said. "I'm not getting involved in this crap."
Jean nodded. "Better you guys than us."

Jubilee was not sure if she should be annoyed that the plan was not going well or elated that Remy was very good at finding privacy even in the midst of a crowd. She finally decided on happy, leaning against him as his hands roamed across her stomach and lower, seeking the warmth growing at the apex of her thighs as she surveyed the assembled group in the rec room. Kitty, upon noticing Kurt missing from the madding crowd, had gone in search of him, heading to the basement on Scott's direction, which left Paige and Rahne at relative loose ends. Amara sidling slowly towards Sam, trying to make sure Lance was paying attention to her the entire time, while Paige was edging between the Nova Roman and her brother in an overt attempt at protectiveness. Jubilee closed her eyes against a sudden throb of pleasure as Remy's fingers slid past the waistband of her shorts and stroked her center, holding her tighter against him by virtue of her arm around her waist. "Remy," she breathed, more a warning than an entreaty.
"Cherie, we ain't had time alone fo' two weeks..." he murmured against her ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down her spine.
"Well, if we get busted," she said very quietly, "we won't have alone time together until I'm eighteen, if even then!"
"Then be quiet," he said with a smile. They were in the deep shadows by the pool table, in a corner where the lamplight did not touch. "Jus' be glad I caught up to ya 'fore you went back upstairs."
"I'll be glad if we go up now, to your room..." she said, not bothering to veil the hint.
"We will, cherie, later...jus' tink o'dis as foreplay."
"I swear, do you ever think with your brain?" she asked, though her soft laugh took the sarcasm from the words.
"Not 'round you, p'tite." Remy glanced at the group in the main part of the room and smiled into Jubilee's hair. "Dey ain't gonna notice us if we stay quiet..." As he said this, he nudged her legs apart with his knee, dipping his finger into her slick folds and making her gasp, biting her lip against the noise. "Shhh..."
Jubilee took a deep breath and forced herself to be quiet, though she could not ignore the tiny bites Remy was trailing down the curve of her hear, the hot darts of his tongue against her neck as he bent to leave marks of his presence on her olive skin. _Jean's going to ask questions, I'm sure. She'll pretend not to be interested, but she and Rogue are going to want a full report... _ She took another breath, more shallow than the first, as Remy delved deeper within her aching heat. _Fuck it. She's psychic. She can figure it out on her own. _Jubilee could feel his arousal pressing against her, making her grow even more desirous of his attentions, attentions he could not give her in front of all their friends. "Remy," she said, "room. Now."
"Non, p'tite...not now...later," he said, tilting her face up to meet his quick, albeit steamy, kiss. He knew he was virtually torturing her as well as himself, but he also knew that they were likely to be missed if they left now. _I don' like de idea dat our sex life some sorta topic o' conversation pour toutes les gens... _ Jubilee rubbed against him, then, nearly making him groan aloud. Her center was very nearly soaking as he pressed and rubbed the nubbin of flesh at the juncture of her thighs, making her mewl softly, barely loud enough to be heard as she squeezed internal muscles against seeking fingers.
Jubilee did not care what anyone else in the room was doing anymore, just that they were doing it away from her and not looking their way. She clutched at Remy's wrists desperately, needing more than he was giving her but loving the feelings he was creating just the same. She could hear the rumblings of an argument across the room and prayed to whatever god was listening that they could hold off long enough to let Remy finish. Jubilee dug her nails into his skin inadvertently as she felt the first tremors of release, Remy's deft fingers stroking and twisting within her and against her to draw her climax forth. She heard him hiss as tiny beads of blood seeped to the surface of his skin beneath her fingers and the wild, hysterical thought occurred to her that she was letting someone who charged things by touch put their hands in very sensitive areas, quite possible a not-good idea. The thought was shoved away, however, as the tremors in her belly spread through her body, her knees threateninmanemanent collapse as she gasped, her eyes squeezing shut in the throes of pleasure Remy was sending through her body.
"See, cherie?" he murmured, kissing her neck again as he withdrew his touch. "No one see a ting."
"That's what you think," she muttered, catching an odd glance from Kurt as he seredered into the room.
"Where's Katzchen?" he asked, pretending he did not notice a thing.
"Kurt," Amara said, ignoring his question, "you and Kitty are going on a date tomorrow night."
"Um...okay... Where are we going?"
"With Sam and me."
"News to me!" Sam cried, eyes going wide. "I don't even know your name!"
"Amara. You're reasonably attractive, you smell nice and you're single. I don't bite unless asked and I'm at loose ends. We're going out tomorrow night."
Lance turned several shades of red and purple. "Amara, what the fuck are you doing?"
"Sam, if he's lucky," she said with a glare, stalking from the room.
Lance stuttered and gasped for a moment before taking off after her. Paige looked at her brother and sighed. "Want us to come with?"
"Us?" Sam asked, ignoring the snickers coming from around the room.
"Me and Lance."
"You are _not _ going out with him!" Sam shouted.
"Don't get so excited," Paige began, only to be cut off by Kurt.
"Where's Kitty again?"
Scott waved him off, interested in the growing argument. "She went to the basement to find you."
"She went where?" Kurt had a sinking feeling about what was going to happen.
"The basement. Don't look so worried, she's a big girl and has been down there tons of times," St John said with an odd look in Kurt's direction.
"It's not that...it's..." Kurt paused, Kitty's scream echoing through the mansion. "I don't think Jono wants company.




1 Okay, I'm using some of the old Hellions with the new here...Tarot could manifest the images on a tarot card and make them do her bidding. Later, she was able to take on the traits of the card. Random power, huh? Roulette was able to change the luck of a person from good to bad and vice versa. She did this by using gambling chips-black for bad, red for good. It was more of a method to channel her power than an actual device of it.
2 Emma's "code name". I'm really not sticking to her cannon character here, for those of you who're wondering.
3 Firestar uses microwave bursts to fly and create fire (as her name implies) and Warpath is the brother of Thunderbird. Warpath has superhuman senses and speed and is quite strong. I'll use real names later but while they're with Emma, they use code names. The onlyer ner new mutant I'm putting in this chapter is Empath, not to be confused with Emplate. Empath can control other people's feelings and manipulate them to do his will.