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marysuevirus2010-10-23 09:13 pm
The Mutant Sue Virus, Chapter 54: A Night Out.
Title: The Mutant Sue Virus:
Chapter Title: A Night Out.
Fandom: X-Men, Comics Universe, Earth-6916 Rating: 18+ Warnings: Graphic Sexual situations. Disclaimer: The recognizable characters and the setting used here are the property of Marvel Comics. Those characters described as “Mutant Sues” or “Mary Sues” are the property of Ladydeathfaerie, Nanaea, Dazzledfirestar, SilverFoxChan, and Ginevra. This story is inspired by, and is intended as a sequel to Dazzledfirestar’s “The Mary Sue Virus” and is written with her permission by Ginevra with lots of input from the above-mentioned ladies. Beta and plot bunny wrangling credit goes to Ladydeathfaerie. We make no money from this work. Enjoy.
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Chapter Fifty Four: A Night Out.
The theater was noisy and crowded, as if the whole damned town had decided to go to the movies all at the same time. The place was so crowded, in fact, that they missed the first show time and barely made the second. To make sure they didn’t lose their hard won seats – just left of center and about ten rows back – Dare left Morgan to play guard while she laid down another twenty of Logan’s money on overpriced Coke and popcorn.
The lines were just as long at the concession stand as they were at the ticket booth. Dare shuffled her booted feet impatiently as she checked her watch every few breaths. At the rate the line was moving, she’d be lucky if she made it back before the credits finished rolling. Her frown of annoyance deepened into a scowl while the gaggle of giggling kids ahead of her kept the pimply-faced snot behind the counter dashing from popcorn machine to soda fountain to candy counter and back again.
“Can’t be that fucking hard to pick a damned candy bar.” She growled to herself.
“Don’t you miss the days when we’d have dragged their rich little asses into the back alley and taught them some manners?” The voice was rich with shared memories and the promise of violence, the words spoken almost in her ear. Dare jumped, but managed to swallow the squawk of surprise that threatened to ruin her cool.
“Misty?” The woman didn’t back off when she turned to face her. It brought their lips almost kissing-close and it was enough to silence the pyrokinetic. A wicked grin cut across the blonde’s face, one corner higher than the other, the eyes glittering with mirth and a hint of malice. “What…what’re you doing here?”
“Going to the movies. What else?” Misty half-turned, looking over her shoulder. Dare wasn’t sure who or what she was looking at. Behind them was a wall of bodies so thick that it was enough to make her feel claustrophobic. The blonde turned back to fix her with an unreadable look, her hazel eyes gone almost steely. “Don’t seem too happy to see me, baby. Something wrong?”
“No. I, um… I wasn’t expecting to run into you twice in one day. That’s all.”
“You here all alone? Where’s that man of yours?”
“I’m here with Mor… my girl.”
“Really? Where is she?” The blonde craned her neck, looking around. “I don’t see her.”
“She’s saving me a seat.” Dare’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. “And how would you know what she looks like?”
“You don’t think I just showed up without checking things out, did you, honey?” Her voice was harsh with scorn. “The short one with the shoe fetish, right? Honestly, I never thought you’d go for that type.”
“What type is that?” Dare growled. “Or are you saying I’m not good enough for her?”
“No. I’m saying she’s not good enough for you.” Misty sidled closer, slipping a leather-clad arm through Dare’s. Dare stiffened. “Now don’t be like that. We used to be so close.”
“That was a long time ago, Misty.” She started to pull her arm free, but the woman’s grip tightened slightly. “Morgan was there when you weren’t. Can’t believe you let me think I’d killed you.”
“And I can’t believe you almost killed me.” Misty’s voice became cold and harsh for a moment. Then she gave herself a little shake. “But no hard feelings, Dare.”
“Yeah. Right.” Dare started to pull away again, but the other woman moved even closer. A slim arm slipped around her waist, surprising for its strength. “Misty. I don’t…”
“No hard feelings, Dare.” Her grip tightened to something too firm to be quite friendly. “I knew I was playing with fire, baby.” Her free hand came up to toy with a lock of Dare’s hair. The scent of leather and some sort of hard liquor mixed with that of buttered popcorn. “But you were worth it. You used to be such a fire cracker.”
“More like a fuckin’ nuclear warhead.” Dare muttered. But her skin tingled where Misty’s fingers brushed her neck. “Had no idea what I was doing. Had shit for control back then.”
“Mmm…Yeah. Jason’s been telling me all about that school thing. Sounds pretty uptight to me.” The blonde tossed a glance over her shoulder again. Dare’s eyes followed hers and a man emerged from the wall of bodies. He was tall, with brown hair and piercing gray eyes. His hair was longish, pulled back into a loose ponytail that brushed his collar. The face behind his well-trimmed beard and mustache was handsome and strong boned. He wore a long brown leather coat over a gray t-shirt just tight enough to show the play of muscle across his chest. Dare jerked her gaze back up to the man’s face with a start and hoped that she wasn’t blushing. “And this is my sugar-daddy. Jason.”
“Who’s this?” His voice rumbled in a pleasant baritone. He didn’t seem bothered at all by Misty’s attempts to hang all over another girl. “Making friends?”
“This is the little firecracker I told you about.” Misty tugged the younger girl forward, swinging her around slightly until she was looking up into those deep gray eyes. “Dare, I want you to meet Jason.”
“I…” Her first thought was that he was a little old for Misty. Then again, she’d never quite been sure how old Misty was, just that the other woman had been an adult when she met her. Or at least she thought so. “Nice to meet you, I guess.”
“Misty’s told me so much about you.” Somehow he had her by the hand and was raising it to his mouth where he pressed a kiss to her knuckles. His lips were warm and soft. His eyes seemed huge from this distance. It was hard to look away or even speak. “She never mentioned you had such lovely eyes.”
“My eyes…” Dare shook her head to clear it. She felt as if she’d had a hit of something harder than alcohol. “Yeah. Right.”
“Never could take a compliment.” The blonde sidled around them until her arm was now around the man’s waist. Dare stood there shifting uneasily from foot to foot as he lowered her hand. He didn’t let go, though, and for some reason, she hesitated to pull it back.
“I wouldn’t believe half of what she told you.” Dare gave an experimental tug, but he didn’t seem to notice. Instead, he rubbed his thumb against her knuckles in something that was almost a caress.
“Oh. I hope it was all true. I’d be very disappointed otherwise.” He smiled and it was a dazzling display of white teeth and charm. Something about it reminded her of Remy. And that reminded her of Morgan.
“It’s nice to meet you, but I should really get back. My friend’s holding my seat for me.”
“But you haven’t bought any popcorn.” Misty’s voice was smooth and husky. It reminded her of long, dark nights and sheets that smelled of beer and sex. She made a show of pushing up one of Jason’s sleeves long enough to flash a gold watch and check the time. “Mmm…Should be a few more minutes before you’re missed.”
“I’d really like a chance to get to know you better. I’ve met so few of Misty’s friends.” Misty rose up on tiptoe to whisper something in his ear. He turned and murmured something in response, too low for Dare to follow. Then he turned that white smile back to her and spoke again. “We should get together some time. Our friends would love to meet you…”
“What friends?”
“Important friends.” He turned the wattage of his smile up a few notches and Dare tugged her hand free, uneasy.
“Jason knows some powerful people.” Misty grinned, tossing a sly look at the man. “People like you.”
“Like me, how?” Dare backed up a step, bumping into one of the patrons.
“Special people.” Jason’s voice wove through the noise with a compelling smoothness that tugged at her senses. “People with unusual gifts. People who know how to use them.”
“I’m not sure I want to meet these people.” Dare shuffled awkwardly, ignoring the protests of her unintended victim. “I know some pretty powerful people myself. Some of them are my friends. Really good friends.” Shit. Something about the way they were looking at her made her feel like they were going to eat her alive.
“You’ll like our friends, baby. I promise.” Misty’s voice deepened and she moved forward, trapping Dare between the couple and the gaggle of teens behind her.
“I don’t think so.” Dare turned, shoving rudely at the nearest body, trying to get away. To run. Damn this crowd. The bodies seemed to close in around her until there was no way out. Her pulse sped and her palms began to itch. Something was wrong. Misty was wrong. This was all just…wrong. In her panic, she began to reach out for Morgan. There was a spark, a touch, and then there was nothing.
“What’s the matter?” Misty’s hazel eyes filled her vision. They were overflowing with an expression that was as much possessiveness as concern. “Tell me, baby.”
“I…” Something was wrong, wasn’t it? Her thoughts seemed to stumble in confusion and her body swayed in sympathy. “I don’t know.”
“I suppose it is a bit of a shock.” The man’s voice. Jason. Yeah. Jason. There was a low murmur of sound all around them. A steady hum of voices.
“It’s all right, honey. You just need a little more time.” Misty’s fingers skimmed gently along her cheeks before sliding into her hair and locking behind her head. Calloused thumbs stroked along her jaw as the blonde leaned closer, her scent filling Dare’s nostrils. Leather and booze, sex and cigarette smoke.
Dozens of memories wafted through her mind as the other woman’s lips pressed against hers, firm and insistent. Hungry. Dare opened to her, let herself taste the other woman’s mouth. Misty kissed her hard and deep. Then, just as Dare reached out to embrace her, she pulled away. Then it was another mouth on hers. Whiskers tickled her cheeks and the scent of leather overwhelmed everything else. His mouth tasted of cigarettes, but no liquor. His kiss was even more hungry, more demanding than Misty’s and she staggered under the assault. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her close…
“Dare?” Fingers snapped perilously close to the tip of Dare’s nose and she startled. The drinks she held in her hands rattled a warning as they came hazardously close to falling. “Hey! Earth to Dare! What’s the hold up?”
“I, uh…” Dare juggled her burdens, two big Cokes, a giant tub of popcorn and a couple of boxes of candies. None of which she remembered buying. Her eyes darted from face to face in the crowd. Where had they gone? All she could remember was… Oh god! Had she really let Misty kiss her? Had she really let a stranger kiss her? “I don’t…”
“Dare?” Faye’s eyes turned to follow her gaze, her brow furrowed in puzzlement. “What are you looking at?”
“Nothing.” Dare gave herself a mental shake and scowled to cover her confusion. “How about you make yourself useful? Take something.”
“Humph. Then I’ll have to walk all the way back.” The spook grumbled, but she reached to take the candy from the crook of Dare’s elbow and tucked it into the pockets of Dare’s coat. Then she took the tub of popcorn, filching a few kernels in the process. “We were starting to get worried about you.”
“Stupid kids in front of me couldn’t make up their fucking minds.” Dare growled in her best Logan impersonation. “Don’t drop that shit. I am not going through that again.”
“I think I can handle a little popcorn.” Faye rolled her eyes, then followed her as she began to make her way back to their seats. She forged ahead through the milling bodies ruthlessly. Partly because she was in a hurry and partly because she was hoping to avoid any more questions from the…whatever the Hell Faye was. “Slow down, girl. It’s just the trailers.”
“You’re right. I’ve been gone too long. Don’t want Morgan to worry.” She mumbled as she opened the door and walked into the darkened theater. If her companion responded, it was lost in the tide of sound that washed over them. She didn’t want to think too hard on what had just happened. Or why she could remember kissing Misty and her “sugar daddy” but not buying a tub of popcorn big enough to take a bath in.
Was she going crazy at last? Or was she just feeling so guilty she had to convince herself she was a few cards short of a full deck to justify it? She was thankful that there wasn’t any time for conversation. She barely had enough time to slide into her seat and hand Morgan her half of the loot before the movie began.
Pictures started to move across the screen and she let herself be drawn into a universe full of strange aliens, laser pistols that never seemed to run out of juice, snarky space jockeys and stubborn princesses. Not quite her usual thing, but Morgan had wanted to see it on the big screen.
By the time the first space battle was over, the Cokes were empty and Morgan’s head leaned against her shoulder. Dare absently rubbed her cheek against the other girl’s hair from time to time between bites of popcorn. When Faye took the tub from her lap, she stretched an arm around Morgan’s shoulder. Morgan snuggled a little closer with a sigh she could just barely hear and a new pang of guilt twanged through her.
God. She’d come so close to fucking this all up again. Why did she have this nagging feeling that the woman would turn up again? And why couldn’t Misty have just stayed dead?
Because that would be just too damned easy, wouldn’t it? Dare gave a sigh of her own and pulled Morgan just a little tighter. It was enough that Morgan turned a questioning look on her. But she kept her eyes fixed on the screen and after a few moments, Morgan returned her attention to the movie.
She had Logan. She had Morgan. And she had her team. She didn’t fucking need Misty and her sugar daddy. If she saw them again, she’d just walk away. That would be the smart thing to do, wouldn’t it?
Problem was she sucked at doing the smart thing.
~*~
“So…ah…what do we do now?” The scuffing of Dare’s boots sounded loud in the empty corridor. The pair had stopped, caught halfway between the door to the Bat Cave and the one that opened into the one Morgan shared with Roxxy.
“Shh.!” Morgan hushed her companion. “It’s after curfew.”
“I thought being X-Men meant we didn’t have to sweat all that shit so much.” Dare grumbled near her ear. But the other girl’s hand was damp where it gripped hers. Morgan gave her a sideways look. Dare had been a little nervous and…well…clingy since the movies.
“You’re supposed to be on your best behavior.” Morgan squeezed her hand. “If this was a real date, we’d be sneaking into your room for a little after-date nookie.”
“Mistress Dark is probably already in dreamland.” Dare snorted, but her hand convulsed around Morgan’s. “I think the Bat Cave is out.”
“Hmm…” Morgan paused to listen at her own door. A mental nudge sent Faye into the room beyond. A few heartbeats and she knew that her roomie wasn’t at home. As she opened the door and tugged Dare in after her, she wondered at the other girl’s nerves. “So, are you up for it?”
“Some after-date nookie?” Dare shut the door and turned the lock before turning around to face her. She’d let go of Morgan’s hand in the process. “I thought this wasn’t a real date?”
“Isn’t it?” Morgan reached out to pull the taller girl closer. Dare certainly had been acting like it was, she thought. “What’s the matter, feeling guilty?”
“Guilty?” Dare’s voice almost cracked and she cleared her throat. “What would I feel guilty about?”
“That’s my point. The guys know about us. I’m sure they think we’re fooling around any time they’re gone overnight. So what’s the big deal?”
“Oh. Yeah.” Dare shuffled her booted feet and laughed nervously. Morgan considered turning on a light to see her better. She was acting a little off. “Yeah. I guess you’re right. No reason to feel guilty about it then, huh?”
“Right.” Morgan nodded for good measure. “So…”
“So… I want that after-date nookie.” Dare’s voice lowered to as close to Logan’s growling tones as Morgan had ever heard it. “Strip, woman.”
“Oh! So forceful!” Morgan giggled. But she started tugging at her clothes. Apparently she wasn’t moving fast enough for Dare. The other girl moved closer and pushed hard enough to send Morgan tumbling onto the bed. Morgan gave a soft squeal and pretended to struggle as Dare took over the task of undressing her.
Dare continued to growl mock threats until Morgan grabbed her, pulling her down to meet her lips in a kiss. Dare’s mouth tasted salty and a little sweet, hinting at the popcorn and chocolate they’d shared. Their playful wrestling match quickly became something else entirely. Which was what Morgan had intended all along. She’d missed this. “Your turn to strip.” She whispered.
“Sure.” And she did, tossing her clothes in a careless heap next to the bed. Then she pounced on Morgan, pinning her to the bed. “Now I’ve got you. Whatcha gonna to do about it?” Morgan giggled.
“Um…Close my eyes and think of Mother England?” Morgan quipped.
“Wrong country.” Dare snickered and lowered her mouth to nibble at Morgan’s neck.
“Ah…Hmm…” Morgan’s tone hovered between thoughtful and lustful. Dare’s mouth was sending shivering sensations up and down her body. “Close my eyes and think of my happy place?”
“I’ll show you your happy place.” Dare’s voice was low and sultry in her ear. Morgan smiled at the sound. She was already in her happy place. But it sounded like it was about to get even happier, didn’t it?
It did get happier. In fact, it got happier several times before they were tired enough to curl up in a tangled heap of rumpled blankets and sated bodies. As she hovered in that fuzzy area between wakefulness and sleep, Morgan wondered where Roxxy was. Her bed was still empty…
~*~
Roxxy dreamed. The steady murmur of voices surrounded her, more a single droning than a chorus. No one voice or word stood out. She was moving through a crowd searching for something. No. For someone.
Her pulse quickened as a she thought she caught a glimpse of a familiar profile. But bodies moved between her and her goal and she had to force her way through. It was as if she were invisible to them. The sea of bodies parted again and this time she was almost certain who it was. Dare.
That made some sense. Dare and Morgan had gone to the movies, hadn’t they? It wasn’t so strange to dream of commonplace things. Still, she wanted to see more, get closer. She struggled against the tide of humanity and broke through in time to see Dare in the arms of a woman. The lights glimmered strangely off the woman’s hair and Roxxy couldn’t seem to see her clearly. From moment to moment the woman’s features shifted and changed so that she couldn’t make out the details. But it wasn’t Morgan; the woman was too tall, the hair too pale. The woman looked up, meeting her eyes and the world changed…
The bodies were still there, but swaying to a music that seemed muffled and distant. Men and women clad in silks and satins. Jewels flashed and perfect teeth smiled while bodies whirled around her. Roxxy tried to wend her way through, trying to find something familiar or an exit. Here, too, she seemed like a ghost, the people around her taking no notice of her at all.
There, there was a glimmer of pale hair and a familiar face. But it wasn’t Dare or the strange woman. It was Warren and he was dancing with someone. The woman in his arms was dressed in a shimmering white that was nearly blinding. Roxxy shoved her way through the dancers, calling his name. He continued to dance with his companion, oblivious to her calls. But the woman in his arms turned her gaze toward Roxxy.
Blue. Her eyes were blue and her hair glinted gold beneath the crystal chandeliers. The dancers whirled around, breaking the gaze. When the woman’s face turned to her again, it was different. Familiar, but different. The hair was still blonde, but longer and the eyes were green…
“Jehnna!” She cried out and reached for her friend, but the music became a discordant roar that drowned her out. The dancers stopped and Warren stared blankly at her as Jehnna pointed at her. The crowd turned slowly in Roxxy’s direction and she knew she had to run. She turned and fled, ducking tuxedo clad arms and elegantly manicured hands.
Her bare feet pounded on the polished wood as she ducked into a darkened hall. She ran through corridor after corridor, past closed doors and heavily curtained windows, searching for an escape. Her race ended at an opened door and a darkened room. The shadows were thick and deep even to her sensitive eyes and she slowed to a walk.
Inside, dim light picked out the gleaming surface of a large conference table, the chairs around it standing empty sentinels. A single light shone weakly on something on the table. A book. Roxxy crept closer, hand reaching out for the cloth bound book. Her fingers closed around it and she opened it slowly, eyes seeing the hand-written script that filled every page. She saw, but the words defied meaning, familiar but empty of anything she could understand. She began to flip faster and faster, unable to accept the lack of meaning.
Snap! A hand reached from the darkness and slammed the book shut, nearly catching her fingers between the covers. Roxxy, startled, looked up to meet icy blue eyes.
“Damned clairvoyants.”
The dream shattered, leaving Roxxy gasping and staring at the night sky through the glass of Ororo’s skylights. Her heart was pounding and the sheets clung to the thin sheet of sweat that covered her body. Ororo bent over her, her pale hair tousled with sleep, her blue eyes a disturbing echo of the dream.
“Roxxy? Are you well?”
“I…It was a dream.” Roxxy sat up and peeled the sweaty hair from her neck. The images whirled in her head and she nearly confessed the images to the other woman, but something held the words locked behind her lips.
“Not a vision?” The woman was far too perceptive. And Roxxy would have liked nothing better than to talk the dream over with someone. But not Ororo.
“The images were all jumbled together.” Roxxy shook her head. “Some of it was Dare and Morgan at the theater and the rest…” She grimaced. “Not every dream is a vision and not every vision is useful.”
“Perhaps not.” Ororo gave her a considering look, but she said nothing more about it as the pair settled back down to sleep. “Sleep well, Roxxy.”
“You, too, ‘Ro.” Maybe it would make more sense in the morning….
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As for the movie...LOL...You might just be on to something, there.
Here's hoping it won't take me another six or seven months to come up with a chapter.
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I'm very curious about what part Misty and her 'friend' have in all of this. And ... is that last picture Carol? Emma? I'm totally lost. lol
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Would it sound mean if I said I'm happy that you're a little confused? It means I didn't give away too much with the visions. If the Sues understood all this, they'd skip right to the end and we'd miss all the fun in between.
At least I hope it'll be fun.
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Pouting might help, though... ;)
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Loved it Gin! I wonder what is going on with this Misty chick and Roxxy's dream/vision..whatever it might be...lol
Something interesting is going on, to put it mildly... =) Can't wait to see what it is!
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Happy that you enjoyed it. Hopefully I'll be able to get it together and you won't have quite so long to wait for the next chapter.
And yup....stuff is going on.