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| Cat | Sep 21 2011, 12:10 PM Post #1 |
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Work remains crazy, but I have actually had some time to write. Xavier Manision, The Present Cat’s breathing was shallower. That didn’t mean that as Abbey slowly edged her way along Cat’s right arm it didn’t feel like a hurricane was blowing over her, making her grasp at the rope tighter. Occasionally, her body spasm, her muscles clenching as she fitted. Sometimes she cried out, sometimes in German, Sometimes in English, sometimes in a language whose words were English, but sounded like nothing she’d ever heard before. Before Abby had started, Dr McCoy had taken Cat’s temperature. It had been nearly 300. “How high can it go?” He’d asked Colonel Race, who was slightly creepy, but seemed to be one of the good guys. Race had shrugged and said that Logan’s temperature had been once recorded as being almost 400. That didn’t mean Cat could survive it. Which was why they had to hurry. Race had explained that he was sending Wolverine and the others to try and find Sinister, and “persuade him to reverse engineer or deactivate the virus”. Abby hadn’t liked the way he said that, though she understood the necessity of it. It seemed that there were a lot of things she didn’t like, but were necessary at the moment. But to find Sinister they had to know where to look. And the only people who might have a clue where Sinister was were laid out with the flu. So Abby had volunteered to do what she was trained for. She lowered herself down further, letting the rope go. The last time she’d been in a haz mat suit, she’d been wading through purple gloop to help with body retrieval. This time, she winced as her foot hit the beginnings, She was 1 nm tall and wading walking across congealed blood in the hope that there was some clue as to where Sinister had taken his horse men. Cat was actually the least likely. The blood from her time as War meant that there was almost certainly too much contamination, but there had being nothing on the other four that wasn’t common. The blood coating Cat might, if they were very lucky, have preserved something unusual. It was a long shot, but what about this wasn’t? Carefully steading herself, Abby pulled the scanner from her wrist and began to run it over. The initial readings were what she expected. Blood, pollen from Xavier’s gardens, pollen from the Mexican Jungle, small amount of charged metal… She touched the comm. Device included in her helmet. “Might have something Logan.” “What?” the other man’s voice was crackly, though she couldn’t tell if that was an effect of her powers, or his own distance. “Not sure, my machine won’t recognise it.” She smiled. “I’ll get big again and get McCoy to check it out.” “Right.” She cut the line and concentrated all her efforts on growing big, while projecting her body forward. After all, mutant destroying plague or not, this woman appeared to be a friend of Logan’s and she didn’t want to hurt her. Growing big and keeping her balance took nearly all of her concentration, so she almost didn’t seem the huge white and pink flash emerging on the horizon. /**/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/ He had forgotten how beautiful she was. Try as he might, he always remembered her the way she had been at the end, her body wasted and wracked from the virus, looking even smaller than she had ever being. He had forgotten how she could seem as tall as the mountains, even when he was looking down at her. The look of undisguised glee that came as she was bent over a microscope, or using her powers, that joy of making the world bend to her whim. He had forgotten her eyes. As their eyes met, he stepped forward. “Abigail, Mon trésor.” He wasn’t sure what he was expecting. The rapidly growing fist slammed into his stomach wasn’t it. */*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/ “Wait” Bishop held up his hand, trying desperately not to stare. These were the X Men, his heroes, the subject of legends. He recognised some from the stories. Iceman standing almost transparent. Archangel, no Angel he would be now, hovering over head, Beast standing tall, Nightcrawler, Colossus, they were all here. But there were other he didn’t know. The figures on the beds were strangers to him, though he knew who they must be. Cyclops, the virus’s first victim, Geek and Cat, who was nearest to them. The green skinned woman must be “Mother Goddess” who had helped them get here. There were others he didn’t know, like the kid standing there in a uniform, with energy running through his hands and the mask man staring down at him from the screen. Next to him, recognisable in spite of the ravages time had laid on him, stood Logan. He swallowed, and glanced at the mask man again, running over the instructions Logan had given him in his head. “Maverick,” He said, carefully remembering and pronouncing the name. “The first time you heard Logan speaking Japanese, you almost shot him, because all you knew about Japan was that they had sided with the Nazi in the war. You still don’t like it when he does it, and you’re not a big fan of Bushido.” Bishop managed not to smile, keeping his eye fixed on the slits in the mask, where he assumed Maverick’s eyes were. “You think the samurai were mercenaries, little better than the Teutonic knights. In fact, you told Logan this once, even though it’s not something either of you likes to think about.” The mouth beneath the mask tightened for a moment, before it opened, issuing a single order. “Befehl, am Boden zu bleiben.” The kid stepped back, breathing hard. It had evidently being stand down. Feeling a little more confident, he turned to focus on the small woman, who Minute Man had called Abigail. “You like peanut butter, jelly, ice cream and milk together in a shake, but only at about midnight, when you can’t sleep. You like to sneak down to the kitchen and make it there talking to Logan, even though you know that the blender really sets his teeth on edge.” He paused and added, to reassure the masked man, “But less so than it does to Cat. He drinks Strawberry milk when you do that.” The small woman was chewing on her lip, as Minute Warrior straightened up and added, “You have a tattoo of un petit chat on your_” The woman interrupted. “He’s genuine.” “Right,” Iceman had come around, one eyebrow raised. “And you would be?” Bishop paused and swallowed. “My name is Lucas Bishop and I have a message for you. From the Future” |
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| LoganActor | Sep 21 2011, 01:34 PM Post #2 |
Plays Logan on TV!
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Oh, my stars and garters. Cat, you never cease to amaze. I swear, I almost cried when George first saw Abby again. |
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| Gorvar | Sep 21 2011, 06:39 PM Post #3 |
Self claimed fanfic critic.
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AWESOME! We're really grateful you took some time to write this cat, thank you so much. |
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| Cat | Sep 22 2011, 12:46 PM Post #4 |
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I almost cried writing it, so it was lucky it was just around my computer at that point. might have been a bit hard to explain. |
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| Cat | Sep 22 2011, 12:46 PM Post #5 |
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thank you 
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| LoganActor | Sep 23 2011, 07:14 AM Post #6 |
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Plays Logan on TV!
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Working on a chapter, probably have it up this weekend. |
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