DISCLAIMER: The X-Men and Longshot belong to Marvel. I am using them without permission, but at no profit whatsoever. This is a tale told entirely for entertainment. Dakota and Yankton belong to me, and can only be used with my expressed permission. The Greek gods belong to well, the Greek and the rest of the world at large.
NOTE: If you made it this far, you've probably read the first part of CTMH 11. If not, why haven't you? Hmph. Anyway, this originally appeared as a post in Dakota's on-line journal; it's been edited slightly. It does change perspective and POV but I couldn't manage to get the final part to go as smoothly as this. So after months of frustration, I copped out. :} Ahem. A look into Dakota's mind during the events of the story. Enjoy.
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Climb That Mountain High
Part Eleven B
By: Beverly McIntyre
Unconsciousness was good. Unconsciousness was healing. Woo woo. Let's hear it for unconsciousness! Until I woke up. Then unconsciousness was bad because I'd been unconscious for over 6 hours. Reyes thinks that my body was making sure I mended.
Wake up to Reyes' bedside manner and Yankton trying to stay in bed with me despite the doc's best efforts. Get up and wobble around a lot. If I hit my shin on anything, I could break whatever bones are down there again, but I could stand and be happy about that. Stumbled/wobbled my way to the TV room because that is the only den of entertainment in the whole damn house. Get scolded by Reyes the entire time for walking. Though she did try to catch me when I nearly fell down the stairs. Ah, grace thy name is nothing resembling Dakota.
Get down to the TV room and Bobby is watching the news. Nice background noise as I carefully flop down in a lawnchair. Reminds me of res chic. I ask where everybody else is.
Bobby says all the guys are scouring the grounds for the creature that had attacked Storm and I.
I asked how long they had been searching.
He said a couple hours. He was sure they must have had something or have gone off-grounds by now.
I told him if Longshot and Wolverine were out there and had not bagged and tagged the little shit, then there was no real reason to be searching any longer. The little shit was probably long gone.
I wasn't in a good mood as my language could attest to. I try to watch the news but Bobby is still talking about where everybody is. He says Longshot isn't out there searching. He left the mansion a few hours ago with Psylocke, Rogue, and Storm in tow.
I asked if Storm was feeling better. Reyes hrumphed at me. Apparently, the doc hadn't been too keen on Storm going anywhere and got overruled somehow. I don't want to know who overruled Reyes as I can't do it myself. Yet.
Bobby said that the four had gone to Greece to rescue somebody.
I wondered why Greece.
Bobby looked at me and then remembered I'd been out of action for most of the day. He turned up the TV and nodded toward it.
I took one look at the little story explanation line at the bottom of the screen and nearly fell out of my chair. "Greece in chaos after appearance of 'gods.'"
My throat kind of closed off when I remembered that my kid sister is in Greece, taking a vacation.
Bobby's still going on about how it's not just in Greece that these god sightings are happening. They're happening all over the world.
I talk over Bobby now as my heart has decided to try to hammer it's way out of my chest from abject worry. I ask exactly who was the person Longshot and the gals were going after.
Neither Bobby nor Reyes knew but they said it looked like the person was important to Longshot.
I nearly settle down. Lucky will be in the area. He'll save my little sister. If he doesn't, I will tan his leathery hide. And not in any good sense. This is my little sister. More important than any hero game I think I can play.
I get up, much to Reyes annoyance because now she has to get me to sit back down. Which she does with much more style than force. I tell her if I have to sit here then she can get me a phone. I have an important call to make. She gets a phone for me with this sort of annoyed/pained look on her face. I know she hates patients like me. If she had more patients like me, she'd be out of business. Luckily, she's with the X-Men. They wound themselves as a matter of course. Has to be in the superhero contract or something.
I call Timoth, my bro-in-law and employer. He tells me he was wondering when I was going to call. He thought that family meant more to me. I grate out the civilities and explain I've been laid up with broken legs.
"Never stopped you before."
"Timoth, have you seen the news?"
"About the gods? Yes. That's why I sent the whiteboy you took as a brother to get my
best field operative back."
"Glori?"
There's a large sigh on the other end of the line. "Of course, your sister. Is there
anything else you need?"
"..."
"Dakota."
"Thanks, Timoth. I owe you."
"As always." Smug damn bastard.
I hang up the phone wanting to strangle him. I do all the work, he makes all the money and in turn, makes me feel like shit. Like I can't provide for my own people.
