Tempest in a Teapot
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8
Tempest in a Teapot Chapter Eight
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… Don’t guess you’re free for Samhain, lol? InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink, Dracena and Greywolf are loverly and wondermous for archiving/hosting. J ProPhile: *pokes with pokey stick* Morgan: *waves* Hey there. Readers/Reviewers: Sort of taking on a life of it’s own, isn’t it? ;)
Kitty frowned, her eyes narrowing at the commotion from upstairs. She had no idea what was going on but it sounded as if a herd of elephants had been let loose and was practicing for a production of Stomp. For a brief, nervous moment, she thought she smelled smoke, but it dissipated so rapidly that she decided it was her overworked brain playing tricks on her. She had done her best to smuggle some of Beast’s lab equipment to the lower levels of the basement but she feared she had damaged one of the complicated microscopes with her phasing. “Damn it,” she muttered, adjusting the device again, “work for me!” A tiny clicking noise issued from the scope as she turned the dials and Kitty sighed. “Damn damn DAMN!” The slides she had prepared hastily were bad or the scope itself was, as she feared, broken. Tiny globs moved in a silent ballet under the eyepiece as Kitty paced the small room, crossing back and forth for what seemed like the thousandth time in an hour. The ruckus upstairs had stopped a short while before and she found herself missing the sound. It was almost impossible to concentrate in near-total silence. She had, she admitted to herself, limited experience in biomedics but she had enough knowledge to know what cells looked like. “I’m going about this all wrong,” she said aloud in a moment of clarity. “Who says it’s in their blood?”
The lab was relatively quiet. She could hear Todd shifting on the bed across the room and she paused for a moment to school her features into a semblance of seriousness. Even the *notion* of the teenager in a pink, lacey slip and a gold plastic tiara made her want to dissolve into giggles. After a moment in which she was nearly sure she would blow her cover, Kitty managed to gather her wits and remind herself that this was a serious business she was involving herself in. Silently, she ghosted to the cabinet where she had procured the microscope and slipped it back inside without opening the door. The slides, regretfully, would have to be hidden and destroyed later. There was no way she could replace them without drawing attention. Coming out of phase, Kitty padded over to Todd’s bedside. The green-tinged youth lay with his eyes closed, lips slightly pursed, still waiting, she assumed, for a kiss to wake him. “Todd,” she whispered. “Wake up.”
There was a long moment of silence before Todd opened one eye and peered up at her balefully. “I can’t,” he muttered out of the corner of his mouth. “I’m cursed.”
Wisely choosing not to comment on the statement, Kitty knelt by his bedside. Keeping her voice soft, she pressed onward. “I need your help, Todd. Don’t you want to… um…save your kingdom?”
Todd opened his other eye and shifted to stare at Kitty. “Who are you?” he asked, his voice lilting and slightly more girlish than Kitty found comfortable coming from him. “I’m…er…” She racked her brain, trying to shove layers of scientific analysis aside to reach her reserve of faerie tales. “I’m your faerie godmother,” she finally settled on. “I can lift your curse for a few hours in order for you to help…save the kingdom.” Nervously, she tugged on her ponytail, straightening it. She knew that upsetting people with mental problems could sometimes lead to even bigger trouble but, she reasoned with herself, Todd’s problem was not organic. Maybe it would not hold true in this case.
Slowly, Todd pushed himself up into a seated position, tugging the strap of the slip back up onto his shoulder. Kitty was chagrined to notice he wore no underthings, something that was brought to her attention as he shifted, his knees falling open. “Well,” Todd mused, looking at some spot in the distance, something only he could see. “The silver lady said she was my faerie godmother already…”
“I’m her assistant,” Kitty extemporized with a hurried glance at Beast’s office. “I can take you to the prince!” she said in a sudden flash of inspiration. “And the curse will be lifted!”
Todd chewed his lower lip thoughtfully. “Can we go through the woods?” he asked in a sing-song voice. “It’s been days since I’ve seen the deer and woodchucks…”
Kitty closed her eyes for just a moment. Great… not only is he a princess, he’s a freakin’ Disney princess… “Sure!” she said brightly, disturbing herself with her imitation of Glenda the Good Witch. “They’ve been ever so worried about you!”
Todd slid from the bed, his slip hiking up a bit too high for Kitty’s liking. Blushing, he adjusted his clothing and sighed. “My curse is more visible than I would like,” he explained. “It’s because the evil queen doesn’t like me…she fears my beauty, they say.”
Kitty smiled tightly. “So modest, too. Maybe we can find some pants on the way.”
“Where are we going? What do you need my help with?” Todd asked, allowing Kitty to take his elbow and lead him hurriedly towards the lab door. He traipsed lightly behind her, his eyes wide and gait feminine.
“We’re going to the university… And I just need to borrow your brain for a little while.”
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… Don’t guess you’re free for Samhain, lol? InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink, Dracena and Greywolf are loverly and wondermous for archiving/hosting. J ProPhile: *pokes with pokey stick* Morgan: *waves* Hey there. Readers/Reviewers: Sort of taking on a life of it’s own, isn’t it? ;)
Kitty frowned, her eyes narrowing at the commotion from upstairs. She had no idea what was going on but it sounded as if a herd of elephants had been let loose and was practicing for a production of Stomp. For a brief, nervous moment, she thought she smelled smoke, but it dissipated so rapidly that she decided it was her overworked brain playing tricks on her. She had done her best to smuggle some of Beast’s lab equipment to the lower levels of the basement but she feared she had damaged one of the complicated microscopes with her phasing. “Damn it,” she muttered, adjusting the device again, “work for me!” A tiny clicking noise issued from the scope as she turned the dials and Kitty sighed. “Damn damn DAMN!” The slides she had prepared hastily were bad or the scope itself was, as she feared, broken. Tiny globs moved in a silent ballet under the eyepiece as Kitty paced the small room, crossing back and forth for what seemed like the thousandth time in an hour. The ruckus upstairs had stopped a short while before and she found herself missing the sound. It was almost impossible to concentrate in near-total silence. She had, she admitted to herself, limited experience in biomedics but she had enough knowledge to know what cells looked like. “I’m going about this all wrong,” she said aloud in a moment of clarity. “Who says it’s in their blood?”
The lab was relatively quiet. She could hear Todd shifting on the bed across the room and she paused for a moment to school her features into a semblance of seriousness. Even the *notion* of the teenager in a pink, lacey slip and a gold plastic tiara made her want to dissolve into giggles. After a moment in which she was nearly sure she would blow her cover, Kitty managed to gather her wits and remind herself that this was a serious business she was involving herself in. Silently, she ghosted to the cabinet where she had procured the microscope and slipped it back inside without opening the door. The slides, regretfully, would have to be hidden and destroyed later. There was no way she could replace them without drawing attention. Coming out of phase, Kitty padded over to Todd’s bedside. The green-tinged youth lay with his eyes closed, lips slightly pursed, still waiting, she assumed, for a kiss to wake him. “Todd,” she whispered. “Wake up.”
There was a long moment of silence before Todd opened one eye and peered up at her balefully. “I can’t,” he muttered out of the corner of his mouth. “I’m cursed.”
Wisely choosing not to comment on the statement, Kitty knelt by his bedside. Keeping her voice soft, she pressed onward. “I need your help, Todd. Don’t you want to… um…save your kingdom?”
Todd opened his other eye and shifted to stare at Kitty. “Who are you?” he asked, his voice lilting and slightly more girlish than Kitty found comfortable coming from him. “I’m…er…” She racked her brain, trying to shove layers of scientific analysis aside to reach her reserve of faerie tales. “I’m your faerie godmother,” she finally settled on. “I can lift your curse for a few hours in order for you to help…save the kingdom.” Nervously, she tugged on her ponytail, straightening it. She knew that upsetting people with mental problems could sometimes lead to even bigger trouble but, she reasoned with herself, Todd’s problem was not organic. Maybe it would not hold true in this case.
Slowly, Todd pushed himself up into a seated position, tugging the strap of the slip back up onto his shoulder. Kitty was chagrined to notice he wore no underthings, something that was brought to her attention as he shifted, his knees falling open. “Well,” Todd mused, looking at some spot in the distance, something only he could see. “The silver lady said she was my faerie godmother already…”
“I’m her assistant,” Kitty extemporized with a hurried glance at Beast’s office. “I can take you to the prince!” she said in a sudden flash of inspiration. “And the curse will be lifted!”
Todd chewed his lower lip thoughtfully. “Can we go through the woods?” he asked in a sing-song voice. “It’s been days since I’ve seen the deer and woodchucks…”
Kitty closed her eyes for just a moment. Great… not only is he a princess, he’s a freakin’ Disney princess… “Sure!” she said brightly, disturbing herself with her imitation of Glenda the Good Witch. “They’ve been ever so worried about you!”
Todd slid from the bed, his slip hiking up a bit too high for Kitty’s liking. Blushing, he adjusted his clothing and sighed. “My curse is more visible than I would like,” he explained. “It’s because the evil queen doesn’t like me…she fears my beauty, they say.”
Kitty smiled tightly. “So modest, too. Maybe we can find some pants on the way.”
“Where are we going? What do you need my help with?” Todd asked, allowing Kitty to take his elbow and lead him hurriedly towards the lab door. He traipsed lightly behind her, his eyes wide and gait feminine.
“We’re going to the university… And I just need to borrow your brain for a little while.”