BOOK ONE : : FURY
Heav'n has no Rage, like Love to Hatred turn'd,
Nor Hell a Fury, like a Woman scorn'd.
~ William Congrave, The Mourning Bride ~
Chapter Three : : The Queen's Game
Heav'n has no Rage, like Love to Hatred turn'd,
Nor Hell a Fury, like a Woman scorn'd.
~ William Congrave, The Mourning Bride ~
Chapter Three : : The Queen's Game
Shadowcat in the medical bay picking up the files for Rogue, flashback
[Shadowcat crouched within a bed in the medical bay. Every so often, she would poke her face out slightly to see Hank McCoy moving his furry, blue form around the area. She sighed internally. Why Rogue didn't just come out and ask for the records was beyond her. But anything for a friend, right?
"You know, you could just ask him," Shadowcat told her in exasperation.
Rogue was back in full force, and somehow her bare arms only made her look more dangerous. "I waited three years for the Professor to help me," she snapped. "And now what? He's dead."
Shadowcat flinched at the raw statement.
"I'm tired of waiting on someone else. You said to fight. To find out how."
So here she was.
Now, if only Hank would stop humming and get out of the medical bay!]
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Storm shows Moira into the lab and thanks her for taking over for Hank while he's covering the White House. Moira and Hank will be rotating weeks. Moira catches a glimpse of brown ponytail fading through the wall and considers that.
#add in later her finding out who that might be
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The doorbell rings and Logan finally leaves his frying eggs to go get it, cursing a bit on his way. He opens up to Emma and Pyro and offers to get Storm. Emma says that will be fine.
...
somehow get Pyro separate?
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[He looked up at a small gasp from the hallway—and froze.
His Kitten had grown up. She was stunning. Dark, loose curls tumbled over her shoulders, framing skin like porcelain. Somehow, her slender petiteness had matured and become more feminine and curved beneath her small blue shirt and snug jeans. She clutched some file folders to her chest and stared at him with wide brown eyes.
He caught himself back. She was an X-Man, see-the-good-in-everyone Katherine Pryde, a clawless kitten. He hardened his face and sneered. "Sprite."
Her own face transformed into something significantly fiercer. She stepped forward. He almost stepped back, but managed to hold still and smirk at her. She stood on tiptoes and slapped him hard on his right cheek. He was startled and did step back, but she swung back again for the other side. He grabbed for her wrist and it fell through him. She slapped him again.
She bit out in tightly controlled fury, "The name is Shadowcat."
Then, she phased right through him and through the wall.
He stared, slack-jawed, after her.]
[reuse, deepen]
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[She'd slipped into his life unbidden, this tiny slip of a girl, eventually claiming his heart. He was never a good boyfriend or anything, and no one knew about their quasi-friendship, except for Bobby and Rogue.
It had started at the trees and always ended up there again.
She curled up in the juncture of three branches in her tree, a nook designed for someone so small. He usually sprawled on his back on the other tree's largest branch. They chatted, fought, played pranks. Often. He hated it when she phased him.
"Why do you call yourself Sprite?" he demanded one day, interrupting her favorite novel. "It's a baby's name."
"Is not!" she protested hotly.
"Is too."
She dropped the book unceremoniously from the tree and lunged across the gap.
He swore and made to move, but was too late. She landed in him and scared a few choice expletives out of him.
Kitty giggled, then surprised him by staying in his arms, warm and solid and real.
John breathed softly on her neck then slipped his arms around her tightly and pulled her up until they were eye to eye and mouth to mouth, mere centimeters apart. She stared at him with wide eyes.
"Shadowcat," he whispered.
Then he kissed her, tasting the sweetness of the apple she ate for lunch, the slight cherry tang of her lip gloss, and the soft, warmth that was all her own. She pulled away a minute later, gasping for air. She scrambled back on the branch.
He merely smirked and leaned back on one arm, flicking his lighter with the other hand. "Now, that's a good codename."]
[extend?]
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Emma comes to fetch Pyro and catches the last of Kitty leaving. She demands to know what that was about and gives him parting shot.
["Want to tell me what that was about?" Emma Frost snapped at him. "Get off, Frost," he snapped back.
The unknown woman glanced back and forth between the two. "Perhaps…"
"You're supposed to behave," Emma replied dangerously, crossing her arms. "Or you'll end up back at your own prison cell, cured."
"I wouldn't do that," Pyro said softly.
She startled at that and looked at him. Something dangerous, slightly feral gleamed in his eye. She narrowed her icy blue eyes at him.
"You're a rook, Pyro," she said. "But the queens rule the board."
"Perhaps, I should show you your rooms?" The woman finally made herself heard. They looked at her, began to follow.
Pyro glanced uncertainly toward the wall Kitty had disappeared through. Why had she called herself by his name for her? It was a threat, a punishment, a warning.
The queens rule the board.]
[Shadowcat crouched within a bed in the medical bay. Every so often, she would poke her face out slightly to see Hank McCoy moving his furry, blue form around the area. She sighed internally. Why Rogue didn't just come out and ask for the records was beyond her. But anything for a friend, right?
"You know, you could just ask him," Shadowcat told her in exasperation.
Rogue was back in full force, and somehow her bare arms only made her look more dangerous. "I waited three years for the Professor to help me," she snapped. "And now what? He's dead."
Shadowcat flinched at the raw statement.
"I'm tired of waiting on someone else. You said to fight. To find out how."
So here she was.
Now, if only Hank would stop humming and get out of the medical bay!]
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Storm shows Moira into the lab and thanks her for taking over for Hank while he's covering the White House. Moira and Hank will be rotating weeks. Moira catches a glimpse of brown ponytail fading through the wall and considers that.
#add in later her finding out who that might be
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The doorbell rings and Logan finally leaves his frying eggs to go get it, cursing a bit on his way. He opens up to Emma and Pyro and offers to get Storm. Emma says that will be fine.
...
somehow get Pyro separate?
: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : :
[He looked up at a small gasp from the hallway—and froze.
His Kitten had grown up. She was stunning. Dark, loose curls tumbled over her shoulders, framing skin like porcelain. Somehow, her slender petiteness had matured and become more feminine and curved beneath her small blue shirt and snug jeans. She clutched some file folders to her chest and stared at him with wide brown eyes.
He caught himself back. She was an X-Man, see-the-good-in-everyone Katherine Pryde, a clawless kitten. He hardened his face and sneered. "Sprite."
Her own face transformed into something significantly fiercer. She stepped forward. He almost stepped back, but managed to hold still and smirk at her. She stood on tiptoes and slapped him hard on his right cheek. He was startled and did step back, but she swung back again for the other side. He grabbed for her wrist and it fell through him. She slapped him again.
She bit out in tightly controlled fury, "The name is Shadowcat."
Then, she phased right through him and through the wall.
He stared, slack-jawed, after her.]
[reuse, deepen]
: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : :
[She'd slipped into his life unbidden, this tiny slip of a girl, eventually claiming his heart. He was never a good boyfriend or anything, and no one knew about their quasi-friendship, except for Bobby and Rogue.
It had started at the trees and always ended up there again.
She curled up in the juncture of three branches in her tree, a nook designed for someone so small. He usually sprawled on his back on the other tree's largest branch. They chatted, fought, played pranks. Often. He hated it when she phased him.
"Why do you call yourself Sprite?" he demanded one day, interrupting her favorite novel. "It's a baby's name."
"Is not!" she protested hotly.
"Is too."
She dropped the book unceremoniously from the tree and lunged across the gap.
He swore and made to move, but was too late. She landed in him and scared a few choice expletives out of him.
Kitty giggled, then surprised him by staying in his arms, warm and solid and real.
John breathed softly on her neck then slipped his arms around her tightly and pulled her up until they were eye to eye and mouth to mouth, mere centimeters apart. She stared at him with wide eyes.
"Shadowcat," he whispered.
Then he kissed her, tasting the sweetness of the apple she ate for lunch, the slight cherry tang of her lip gloss, and the soft, warmth that was all her own. She pulled away a minute later, gasping for air. She scrambled back on the branch.
He merely smirked and leaned back on one arm, flicking his lighter with the other hand. "Now, that's a good codename."]
[extend?]
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Emma comes to fetch Pyro and catches the last of Kitty leaving. She demands to know what that was about and gives him parting shot.
["Want to tell me what that was about?" Emma Frost snapped at him. "Get off, Frost," he snapped back.
The unknown woman glanced back and forth between the two. "Perhaps…"
"You're supposed to behave," Emma replied dangerously, crossing her arms. "Or you'll end up back at your own prison cell, cured."
"I wouldn't do that," Pyro said softly.
She startled at that and looked at him. Something dangerous, slightly feral gleamed in his eye. She narrowed her icy blue eyes at him.
"You're a rook, Pyro," she said. "But the queens rule the board."
"Perhaps, I should show you your rooms?" The woman finally made herself heard. They looked at her, began to follow.
Pyro glanced uncertainly toward the wall Kitty had disappeared through. Why had she called herself by his name for her? It was a threat, a punishment, a warning.
The queens rule the board.]
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