"How can she- why would she?" Amelia asked Logan, looking absolutely confused. "He kidnapped her." The tall, dark haired mutant was pacing again- in front of the couch again, only this time Logan was the person sitting on it, his arms crossed. "Boyfriend?" She asked, incredulous.
He lifted an eyebrow. "She's a teenage girl."
"So- she's insane?" Amelia demanded, swiping a piece of her dark hair behind her ear.
Logan tilted his head in a half second of thought. "Somethin' like that, yea.- and would ya stop pacing?" He demanded, annoyed.
"No." She snapped without hesitation. "This is how I work out frustration." She added.
She was worked up- which was making him tense. He didn't know why, (though he had some idea that it involved the fact that if this chick got pissed off enough she could dust him and everything else within a mile around.) and he didn't like it.
"You know- Grim. There are other ways of working out frustration." Logan said.
"Name one that doesn't involve me pacing or turning something to ashes." Grimm requested, looking over her shoulder at him and blinking.
"Okay." He stated, standing up abruptly. "Maybe instead of doin' whatever it is that your doin'. You should talk to your sister."
"We've talked." Grim growled.
"No. You've yelled." Logan stated.
"Shut up." She snapped.
"Ya know ya need to talk to her Grim." He said bluntly. "She's family- she actually cares about what's happened and is happening to you. Not everyone has that."
"Well thank you Doctor Phil!" Amelia purred mockingly, even though he was right. Damn him to hell for it too. Her shoulders slumped she didn't want to admit it, and she wouldn't- but she knew, and that hurt her pride a little. He was right, she was wrong. Sighing, she stopped pacing and looked over at him darkly. "You're supposed to be on my side."
"Since when? I became your boyfriend?" He asked sarcastically.
"Funny." Amelia stated.
"I'm a funny guy."
She only lifted her lip in a half snarl like expression and walked out of the room. In search of Audrey. Ugh, somehow she wasn't surprised. She'd spent the majority of the last seventeen years of her life 'in search of Audrey' 'taking care of Audrey' 'keeping Audrey out of trouble'.
Irresponsible, idiotically independent, childish- spas Audrey!
Obviously the girl would never grow up- or think of anything other than herself.
Amelia turned down another wainscoted hallway- no Audrey in sight. Amelia thought briefly that she should make her sister wear a bell.
And then she heard it.
"Cannot believe her..."Audrey mumbled, pulling John down the hallway with her. "Huffing and puffing just because I went out and had a little bit of fun!" She snapped, and snorted indignantly. "Well if little miss panties in a bunch control freak had anything to do with it I'd live…" She paused and spun around to look at John. "I'd live in a safety cone! Where she could watch me all of the time and-" Audrey released his hand and raised hers together in some gnarled, frustrated kind of sign language. As though she were too frustrated to speak. Even though she kept on speaking. "Where I would be kept away from everything not G rated and have to sing upbeat little songs about brushing my teeth and going to bed at night and how your supposed to save it for marriage an-"
"I wouldn't put you in a safety cone." Amelia drawled. "I'd put you in a padded cell."
Audrey's hands dropped and she looked up at John. In the 'kill me now, please'. Way.
John looked at her and then at Amelia- who's eyes narrowed at him. He then glanced down the hall. Like he was trying the best way out of the situation. Yea well, Amelia had no problem helping him go away.
"Audrey, a word?" She asked, her voice low. Grey eyes flickering momentarily to John. "Alone."
"Is it sorry?" Audrey countered, turning towards her sister and crossing her arms.
"Yes." The older sister said flatly. Which- took the small redhead by surprise.
"Oh." Audrey said, lifting her eyebrows. "Then- um, Yea.- John if you don't mind-" She looked over her shoulder only to find that John, once again had left without her noticing. "How does he do that?" She asked, in wonder.
Amelia- who John had waved to dismissively briefly before walking off, blinked. A million and one comments could be made about Audrey's at that moment, but she chose to keep her mouth shut.- Well at least about that.
"You didn't, like get me alone to kill me did you?" Audrey asked suspiciously. Even if it was false suspicion, it stung.
She didn't mean it, the way that Amelia took it. Audrey would have had absolutely no idea of how close to home that question hit. Or how hard.
An ache in her chest, Amelia stared at her little sister. Holding back whatever dangerous emotions were threatening to come to the surface. "I thought you were dead."
"I was gone 3 hours!" Audrey exclaimed, exasperated.
"Can we not have a screaming match in the hallway please?" Amelia asked shortly.
"Can we not have a screaming match at all!" Audrey retorted.
"Sure, if you'd stop screaming."
"Oh. Fine then."
"Good."
"Great."
"Fantastic." Amelia ground out.
"Maybe we should go somewhere else and talk about this." Audrey stated.
"Since the hallway isn't exactly the best place?" She asked sarcastically.
"Something like that."
"Lets go then, okay?"
"Fine."
"Good."
"Great."
"DO you want me to throttle you?" Grim demanded.
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Jean sat beside Scotts bed quietly, staring at him.
He was a sight- a very bad one. Bruised and bandaged, sleeping quietly, hooked up to a nearly countless amount of machines. Some to make sure his heart kept beating, others to check on his brain functions. A familiar stinging in her head and heart alerted Jean to the fact that this was really happening.
The one man she loved, she nearly killed.
She almost didn't want him to wake up- because she didn't want to see the look in his eyes when he did. The hurt, the accusation.. And worse of all-- his love.
Jean stood and walked to his bedside silently. As always- a quaking under her skin, a vibration, a awareness that she was fighting every second for control. Every fiber of her being seemed to be enraged by this, angry with herself, disgusted at the fact she was so weak.
Her eyes flickered over Scott once more, she'd done this to him. And, she had actually enjoyed it when she had.
Nausea hit her like she'd been punched in the stomach.
Why had she liked it? Why was there something so tempting about destruction!
The screaming inside her mind was he own. Frustration, confusion, rage. Something was wrong, whatever that woman had done to her, whatever she'd unlocked back in Alkali lake. It felt wrong and raw, and it was going to be too much to handle.
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"Okay. You got me here, and then you got all quiet and stressed." Audrey noted, surveying her sister who was standing by one of the large windows in her room.
There was silence.
Audrey began tapping her foot.
Amelia sighed heavily and began rubbing her temple, concentrating, debating, fearing. If she told Audrey what all had happened to her- if she allowed herself to let her sister know, what she'd done than… Amelia fell still. This was it, this was what she was going to have to do to be sure…
Audrey tapped her foot louder.
"I get the point." Amelia stated and her sister ceased tapping. Turning, with a heavy hart and a migraine that made her feel as though her head were about to explode. She gestured for her sister to sit down on the bed, which she did without hesitation. "Audrey- I'm a mutant-"
"Yea I know that- oh, wait is this like you testing my memory because you think my brain got all jumbled when I was in the coma, which by the way if I haven't told you. Coma- sucked."
"No, its not. Its just, if I'm going to tell you this. I need to tell you a certain way." She clarified- or at least she'd hoped she'd clarified. Audrey only stared up at her blankly for a moment.
Amelia stared back.
Audrey blinked.
Amelia blinked.
"Are you trying to tell me what I think your trying to tell me?" Audrey asked, lifting an eyebrow curiously.
"I-"
"Cause if you are, then I already know."
Amelia felt as though she'd been kicked in the chest. She didn't know what to expect, screaming- shouting, disgust. Suddenly aware of the fact she was holding her breath, Amelia tried to breathe- but she couldn't. The tension running through her body and making her legs feel weak seemed to be stronger than her will to not crumble right then and there.
Since when did fear hurt so bad physically.
"And I don't care." Audrey stated. "Your still my sister, and I still love you."
You know that feeling- when a cars coming right at you at eighty mph and all you can do is stand there and watch it head your way. Because you feel as though you deserve to be hit? Well, that's okay because very few sane people do.
Well anyways, that's what Amelia had been feeling. And at the moment those last words had fallen from her sisters lips. It was like the car had stopped dead in its tracks but a brief second before hitting her.
"I mean, its your choice." Audrey continued, daftly. "If you choose to be a lesbian than all I can do is support your desis--"
"WHAT?"
"If you choose to be a lesbian than-"
"I AM NOT A LESBIAN!"
"Amelia, its okay really. I mean gay is the new straight."
"I." Amelia stood, jaw gaping. "No." She stated, waving her hands about. "NO."
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OMFG! I'm actually updating! I am such a sac' o crap, for not doing it sooner. And I apologize. I actually feel dirty for abandoning this story. Which I deserve huh? Anyways- I'm getting back into the groove of the story. More to come, REVIEW cough Please?