Part eleven. This is the last in this series. There's a better explanation at the end. It's been fun and thank you sooo much to everyone who read/reviewed this story. I really appreciate it.
Enjoy. :)
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Dammit, she thought. Ah cain't sleep again. She sighed. She tried to roll her head to the side, but the glasses across her eyes dug into the side of her head. She was tired of seeing things through red. Carefully she raised them from her eyes, careful to not direct the beam at herself. Sighing in relief when a red beam didn't jump from behind the glasses glad to be freed its prison, she took the glasses off the rest of the way. Though it was dark, she could see things much better. She realized she was still in the private room in the med lab just in case the drug backlashed on her or something, though she knew it wouldn't.
Realizing sleep wouldn't be in her company tonight she left the bed, not bothering to grab her robe. Her blue plaid pajama pants and Placebo tank top were enough for what she wanted to do. She quietly went up to the fist level of the vast mansion. She remembered the computer lab was by Xavior's office.
When she got to the computer lab, she quietly turned one of the more advanced computers with a T3 connection. As she waited impatiently for it to boot up, she rubbed her arms. She wasn't cold, she never got cold, but her actions were more of a nervous habit. She wasn't sure where she'd picked it up, but those who knew her well recognized the sign well.
After the computer was done booting up, she worked quietly for a few minutes, the only sounds were of the fast-paced keystrokes and the occasional click of the mouse.
"Finally," she muttered to herself. "They must have finally bought better software and got a better firewall."
After a few more clicks she had what she wanted. She sat back in her chair, overcome with emotion as she stared at the picture in front of her.
Her sister's face stared back at her. She wasn't smiling; smiles had been rare where she came from. Her eyes, a brilliant shade of green, were intelligent and shone with fire that was her personality, yet were sad. Her hair was in front of her shoulders, continuing on where the picture ended.
Ebony sighed. Then set about reading their profile of her dead sister. Nearly every comment said something to the affect of how much faster she was to pick up on things and to "connect the dots" in difficult situations than her sister. Tatiana had always been less work and less of a hassle than Renee. Tatiana hadn't needed the constant shots. Tatiana hadn't needed an extra day to solve a problem set before her. Tatiana hadn't needed a few extra seconds to shape shift. Tatiana hadn't taken so long to line up a shot.
Ebony had long since come to terms with the fact that her sister was the better version of them. But despite that, they'd been best friends. They'd used each other's shoulders to cry on when the pain of experimentation was too much to bear mentally and physically. They'd talked about the outside world and how they imagined it'd be. And they'd both swooned over Remy when he'd been introduced to them. Tatiana had been mad at her sister when Remy had shown more interest in her because they understood what it was like to have "different" eyes.
She couldn't take it anymore. Ebony slammed her hand to the table, popping her claws in anger and hurt. With a defeated sigh, she let the tears fall that had been clouding her vision. Her thin shoulders shook as the sobs came with the tears.
"Warum? (Why?)" she whispered in German to herself. "Warum Tatia? Warum nicht ich? (Why not I?)"
"Ebony?"
She jumped, her claws coming close to destroying the computer tower. She turned to see Bobby standing in the doorway.
"Ah didn' hear ya," she said, turning away from him and wiping away her tears.
"Are you okay?" he asked. It was one of those moments where a man can see something is obviously wrong, but asks a stupid question like that anyway.
"Ah'm fahne," she said. She turned to give a smile as if to prove her point. All she did however was show him that she was lying. He could see the tears glistening in her eyes due to the light from the monitor in front of her. He walked over to where she sat and grabbed a nearby chair to sit next to her. "Bobby, Ah said Ah was fahne!"
"I don't believe you," he whispered.
She stared at him with tear-stained eyes, and realized that she didn't have her glasses with her. She quickly looked away to hide her eyes from him, not wanting to scare him. She'd dealt with a lot of rejection in her short lifetime, but she couldn't take anymore. She especially couldn't take his rejection.
He misinterpreted her actions. "Don't be mad at me," he said. "I know a beautiful woman in distress when I saw one."
"Ah'm not mad at ya," she said quickly, still not looking at him. She sat silent for a minute, his words slowly making their way through her thick skull. "Beautiful?" she asked, turning to look at him.
He smiled at her. "I was wondering how long it would take you," he said, teasing her lightly, hoping to get her to smile; it worked. She shook her head with a small breath of laughter, but smiled; she couldn't help it. "So you do smile. Good, I was beginning to wonder."
"Ah smile," she muttered. "Ah did earlier when we were watchin' the movies."
"Yeah, I noticed," he said. He turned to look at the monitor. "What're your reading?"
She quickly glanced at the screen; she'd forgotten to close the window when he startled her. She looked down quickly. "Nuthin'," she said.
He became suspicious. "Nothing? It's obviously something if you were crying."
Not wanting to lie to him, she gave in with a sigh. "Ah hacked inta the file system ov th' place that created me. Ah did it so Ah could read mah sistah's file and see her face again."
"So not only are you a mutant, but a hacker?" he asked with a smile. "When you go for an outsider, you do all the way don't you?"
She chuckled. "Ah guess."
"So what did she look like?"
Ebony scrolled up on the page to show him the picture of Tatiana. He whistled quietly. "Not as pretty as you though," he said.
She looked at him, startled. "She 'as always prettier 'en me!" she exclaimed. "She looked normal. She didn' have th' freaky ass ahyes, and permanently black fingernails. She could fit in."
"Maybe," Bobby said. "But I love your eyes. They're so expressive and mysterious. I can never tell what you're looking at."
"Ah'll tell ya a secret," she said, leaning in closer to him. He leaned closer to her to hear her better. ::Just watch mah ahyelids.:: she said telepathically. To prove her point, she leaned back and looked up, down, and side to side.
"Oh, I get it," he said. "Cool. I'd have fun freaking people out if I had eyes like yours."
"It gets old aftah awhile," she said with a smile. He laughed.
"What are you two doing?"
They turned to see Scott standing in the door. Ebony cringed internally knowing he'd get mad at her for not wearing her glasses.
"Ah couldn' sleep, so Ah came down 'ere ta do some readin'," she said.
"Yeah, me too," Bobby said.
Scott nodded, not quite believing them. "Where're your glasses, Ebony?"
"In th' med lab," she said. "Ah tested mah ahyes 'fore Ah took 'em off," she said quickly.
Scott raised a brow at her, but decided to leave them alone and went upstairs to where Jean was sleeping in their room.
Both teenagers released the breath they hadn't known they were holding.
"Ah think Ah betta go ta bed 'fore Ah get in trouble," Ebony said, closing out of the company's program. "Ah'm surprised Scott didn' get mad at me fer not wearin' mah glasses."
"I'm surprised he didn't raise hell at both of us," Bobby said, putting his chair back where he'd found it. "Oh, and Ebony?" he asked as she walked out of the room to go down to the basement.
"Yeah?" she asked as she stopped and turned to face him.
"Who or what is 'Placebo'?" he asked, pointing to her shirt.
She looked to where he was pointing. She chuckled lightly, which turned to a yawn. "E'vah heard th' song 'A friend in need's a friend in deed, a friend with weed is betta'?" she said.
"Yeah?"
"That's them."
"Oh, okay. What about Fenix TX?
"They sing th' song 'All Mah Fault'."
"Oh, I remember that song. That was in that MTV movie. Anyway, good night. See you tomorrow."
"Nacht (Night). See ya," she said.
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Well, that's the end for this story. Lame ending, I know, but I can't think of any other way to end this (don't kill me :)). Ebony/Renee got the drug she needed, there were romance hints (okay maybe more than hints ;)), and everyone's happy and alive. Like I said, I'll be adding to this with other stories. I've got one in the works, but I've got a long way to go on that one. I hope you enjoyed this! :)
CKWan
Enjoy. :)
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Dammit, she thought. Ah cain't sleep again. She sighed. She tried to roll her head to the side, but the glasses across her eyes dug into the side of her head. She was tired of seeing things through red. Carefully she raised them from her eyes, careful to not direct the beam at herself. Sighing in relief when a red beam didn't jump from behind the glasses glad to be freed its prison, she took the glasses off the rest of the way. Though it was dark, she could see things much better. She realized she was still in the private room in the med lab just in case the drug backlashed on her or something, though she knew it wouldn't.
Realizing sleep wouldn't be in her company tonight she left the bed, not bothering to grab her robe. Her blue plaid pajama pants and Placebo tank top were enough for what she wanted to do. She quietly went up to the fist level of the vast mansion. She remembered the computer lab was by Xavior's office.
When she got to the computer lab, she quietly turned one of the more advanced computers with a T3 connection. As she waited impatiently for it to boot up, she rubbed her arms. She wasn't cold, she never got cold, but her actions were more of a nervous habit. She wasn't sure where she'd picked it up, but those who knew her well recognized the sign well.
After the computer was done booting up, she worked quietly for a few minutes, the only sounds were of the fast-paced keystrokes and the occasional click of the mouse.
"Finally," she muttered to herself. "They must have finally bought better software and got a better firewall."
After a few more clicks she had what she wanted. She sat back in her chair, overcome with emotion as she stared at the picture in front of her.
Her sister's face stared back at her. She wasn't smiling; smiles had been rare where she came from. Her eyes, a brilliant shade of green, were intelligent and shone with fire that was her personality, yet were sad. Her hair was in front of her shoulders, continuing on where the picture ended.
Ebony sighed. Then set about reading their profile of her dead sister. Nearly every comment said something to the affect of how much faster she was to pick up on things and to "connect the dots" in difficult situations than her sister. Tatiana had always been less work and less of a hassle than Renee. Tatiana hadn't needed the constant shots. Tatiana hadn't needed an extra day to solve a problem set before her. Tatiana hadn't needed a few extra seconds to shape shift. Tatiana hadn't taken so long to line up a shot.
Ebony had long since come to terms with the fact that her sister was the better version of them. But despite that, they'd been best friends. They'd used each other's shoulders to cry on when the pain of experimentation was too much to bear mentally and physically. They'd talked about the outside world and how they imagined it'd be. And they'd both swooned over Remy when he'd been introduced to them. Tatiana had been mad at her sister when Remy had shown more interest in her because they understood what it was like to have "different" eyes.
She couldn't take it anymore. Ebony slammed her hand to the table, popping her claws in anger and hurt. With a defeated sigh, she let the tears fall that had been clouding her vision. Her thin shoulders shook as the sobs came with the tears.
"Warum? (Why?)" she whispered in German to herself. "Warum Tatia? Warum nicht ich? (Why not I?)"
"Ebony?"
She jumped, her claws coming close to destroying the computer tower. She turned to see Bobby standing in the doorway.
"Ah didn' hear ya," she said, turning away from him and wiping away her tears.
"Are you okay?" he asked. It was one of those moments where a man can see something is obviously wrong, but asks a stupid question like that anyway.
"Ah'm fahne," she said. She turned to give a smile as if to prove her point. All she did however was show him that she was lying. He could see the tears glistening in her eyes due to the light from the monitor in front of her. He walked over to where she sat and grabbed a nearby chair to sit next to her. "Bobby, Ah said Ah was fahne!"
"I don't believe you," he whispered.
She stared at him with tear-stained eyes, and realized that she didn't have her glasses with her. She quickly looked away to hide her eyes from him, not wanting to scare him. She'd dealt with a lot of rejection in her short lifetime, but she couldn't take anymore. She especially couldn't take his rejection.
He misinterpreted her actions. "Don't be mad at me," he said. "I know a beautiful woman in distress when I saw one."
"Ah'm not mad at ya," she said quickly, still not looking at him. She sat silent for a minute, his words slowly making their way through her thick skull. "Beautiful?" she asked, turning to look at him.
He smiled at her. "I was wondering how long it would take you," he said, teasing her lightly, hoping to get her to smile; it worked. She shook her head with a small breath of laughter, but smiled; she couldn't help it. "So you do smile. Good, I was beginning to wonder."
"Ah smile," she muttered. "Ah did earlier when we were watchin' the movies."
"Yeah, I noticed," he said. He turned to look at the monitor. "What're your reading?"
She quickly glanced at the screen; she'd forgotten to close the window when he startled her. She looked down quickly. "Nuthin'," she said.
He became suspicious. "Nothing? It's obviously something if you were crying."
Not wanting to lie to him, she gave in with a sigh. "Ah hacked inta the file system ov th' place that created me. Ah did it so Ah could read mah sistah's file and see her face again."
"So not only are you a mutant, but a hacker?" he asked with a smile. "When you go for an outsider, you do all the way don't you?"
She chuckled. "Ah guess."
"So what did she look like?"
Ebony scrolled up on the page to show him the picture of Tatiana. He whistled quietly. "Not as pretty as you though," he said.
She looked at him, startled. "She 'as always prettier 'en me!" she exclaimed. "She looked normal. She didn' have th' freaky ass ahyes, and permanently black fingernails. She could fit in."
"Maybe," Bobby said. "But I love your eyes. They're so expressive and mysterious. I can never tell what you're looking at."
"Ah'll tell ya a secret," she said, leaning in closer to him. He leaned closer to her to hear her better. ::Just watch mah ahyelids.:: she said telepathically. To prove her point, she leaned back and looked up, down, and side to side.
"Oh, I get it," he said. "Cool. I'd have fun freaking people out if I had eyes like yours."
"It gets old aftah awhile," she said with a smile. He laughed.
"What are you two doing?"
They turned to see Scott standing in the door. Ebony cringed internally knowing he'd get mad at her for not wearing her glasses.
"Ah couldn' sleep, so Ah came down 'ere ta do some readin'," she said.
"Yeah, me too," Bobby said.
Scott nodded, not quite believing them. "Where're your glasses, Ebony?"
"In th' med lab," she said. "Ah tested mah ahyes 'fore Ah took 'em off," she said quickly.
Scott raised a brow at her, but decided to leave them alone and went upstairs to where Jean was sleeping in their room.
Both teenagers released the breath they hadn't known they were holding.
"Ah think Ah betta go ta bed 'fore Ah get in trouble," Ebony said, closing out of the company's program. "Ah'm surprised Scott didn' get mad at me fer not wearin' mah glasses."
"I'm surprised he didn't raise hell at both of us," Bobby said, putting his chair back where he'd found it. "Oh, and Ebony?" he asked as she walked out of the room to go down to the basement.
"Yeah?" she asked as she stopped and turned to face him.
"Who or what is 'Placebo'?" he asked, pointing to her shirt.
She looked to where he was pointing. She chuckled lightly, which turned to a yawn. "E'vah heard th' song 'A friend in need's a friend in deed, a friend with weed is betta'?" she said.
"Yeah?"
"That's them."
"Oh, okay. What about Fenix TX?
"They sing th' song 'All Mah Fault'."
"Oh, I remember that song. That was in that MTV movie. Anyway, good night. See you tomorrow."
"Nacht (Night). See ya," she said.
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Well, that's the end for this story. Lame ending, I know, but I can't think of any other way to end this (don't kill me :)). Ebony/Renee got the drug she needed, there were romance hints (okay maybe more than hints ;)), and everyone's happy and alive. Like I said, I'll be adding to this with other stories. I've got one in the works, but I've got a long way to go on that one. I hope you enjoyed this! :)
CKWan