Not Myself
By Princess Alexandria
Mystique was a little surprised to see Christy upstairs after dinner. The woman was on a marathon to finish her research by the end of the month, so seeing her when they took a day off training was rare. They'd both agreed today was worth taking off. Mystique claimed that Christy had already had a field test that day and didn't need it, but she just wasn't up to sparing with the woman.
"What you watching?" Christy leaned against the large entry to the living room and glanced at the t.v. Mystique looked back at it in time to see Bruce Willis run barefoot over a bunch of glass.
"Die Hard." She hadn't remembered putting it on, but she recognized it. She'd been sitting there thinking about other things.
"Oh." Christy moved into the room and sat on the other end of the L shaped couch. "I liked this one."
"Well, don't consider it accurate. There are better ways to take out a force alone. If he'd been a shapeshifter it would have been a half hour movie."
"You mean if he'd been you." Christy smiled at her and scooted a little closer to the center of her section of the couch. "If it had been me it would have taken three to four hours and stealing a shape would have turned it into a Nc-17 flick, with all the touching."
Mystique gave her a wicked smile, "And I could say something about it never feeling so good to loose a fight, but we can skip that fantasy."
"You casting yourself as the terrorist?" Christy smirked.
"They preferred to be called freedom fighters." What Mystique used to do was all about fighting the oppression and threat to mutants, because as nice as it would be to talk the humans into listening, it wouldn't happen.
Christy's smile faded and she stared at the table. Mystique could hear her sigh. "It's bad enough that we have to fight people like Liam and the FOH, but to have mutants attacking each other… I hate it when the people I'm fighting for…" Mystique could see the muscles in Christy's jaw clench. "We're risking our lives, you are risking your life for mutants and that woman…"
Mystique didn't really want to talk about this. A glance at the dining room table at least showed that Shortpack had already gone to bed. "Yes a united front would be better, but you'll never get any large group of people to agree… and insanity is insanity. I doubt Sybil considered how her actions affected the community." She watched Christy scoot a little closer to the curve in the couch and sighed heavily.
"I'm sorry you went through that." Christy's voice was soft, soothing. Irene's comment about this woman crying alone in bed earlier fit this image of Christy more than the tough woman Mystique normally saw.
"Me too." Mystique felt a small smile tug at her lips when she noticed Christy moved just a little more in her direction again. At this pace it would take less than five minutes before the woman was sitting in Mystique's lap. It reminded her of Rogue when she was younger, after a mission that was particularly hard. Rogue would hug Mystique or lay on her afterwards while watching t.v. Her daughter had needed the reassurance of that closeness. Christy hadn't struck Mystique as that needy, but then again, Irene did say Christy had already lost so much.
"Did you have a lover on your world?"
Christy went quiet. "That's… complicated." For a moment Mystique thought she wouldn't answer. "Things were a little crazy toward the end. We knew we were going to die. My mother committed suicide, my brother stayed in California. I was alone… until I found my tribe. Society pretty much crumbled." Mystique turned the volume on the t.v. down and turned to face Christy. "There was a man, he loved me, wanted me. I loved him too, but not like that. He died." Two words hinted at more of a story, but Christy sighed. "I had a night with a girl… but I wouldn't call her a lover. I was mostly alone."
Mystique just stared for a moment, surprised at the pain still in that voice. It reminded her that it had been less than a year since Christy lost an entire world. "Well, your planet obviously had serious vision problems," When Christy looked up at her with a puzzled expression she smiled at her, "because a woman with your beauty should have had to beat them away."
She blushed, Mystique obviously caught Christy off guard with that one. "Thanks." It only took a moment before Christy smirked, "But I'm not so kinky that I'd beat a lover."
"Oh… well, hate to tell you this, but have you seen Emma's whip collection yet?" Mystique almost laughed at the shocked expression that turned to thoughtful too quickly. "Oh, look… I'm watching a kink being born. How cute."
"Shut up." Christy's come back was weak compared to her norm and her smile was slightly guilty. "I'd let that woman do anything to me."
"You're pretty smitten aren't you?" Mystique asked even though the expression on Christy's face whenever the topic of Emma came up made it clear. Christy had let Mystique talk about Irene for a little over an hour earlier that day. It seemed fair to give Christy this opening.
"Yes." Christy smiled, a subdued version of the love-struck idiot expression on her face. "I've never loved anyone like I love her." Mystique thought Christy almost sounded like a teenager, falling so hard and so fast for the White Queen, but she kept that to herself. "I really hope this works out."
They pretended to watch the movie for just a minute, maybe a little longer and Christy was talking again. "Have you ever been with a telepath?" The question was almost shy. Mystique just shook her head and Christy moved a little closer. "You know that moment during sex where any distance between your bodies is too much, the point where you just want to melt into your lover and be closer than is physically possible?" Mystique remembered it, that wasn't a part of sex, her one night stands never reached that point, that was making love. Mystique remembered wanting to melt into Irene like that. Her expression must have said yes, because Christy continued. "Emma can reach inside of me and just… make us one. It's like she's IN my body, and I feel like I'm in hers, like I'm being loved and loving at the same time. It's incredible."
"That does sound pretty incredible." Mystique didn't know of a better response. She wasn't used to talking about this sort of thing with people and she felt a little jealous of that feeling. One she hadn't come close to in so long.
"I wish I could learn how to do the things you talk about. I want to give her those things, but I can't… I can't do anything that might be close to cheating on her and what we'd need to do so I could learn would… it would just be too close." Christy paused and Mystique could see her struggling with something so she didn't talk. Perhaps she'd teased too much in hinting what a shapeshifter could do. She hadn't meant to make Christy envious or jealous. "What we do for work is already too close. I've spent more time kissing you than I have her. I've spent more time alone with you than I have with my own lover."
"Is this why you snapped at me yesterday?" Mystique asked softly. She didn't like the fact that Christy saw spending time with her as a problem.
"Emma is a telepath, and I love how she feels when she's in my mind." Christy looked her in the eye, not shying away. "But what happens when she sees how much of our work is… intimate?"
"She should see it is work. You've never kissed me at the house."
"But you're very good at what you do." Christy sighed. "I hate to have to say this, but could you… cool it down? It's hard to claim I'm just working when… when it feels so good." A light blush covered Christy's cheeks, but her serious expression didn't falter. Mystique was surprised she was being called on this, but then she should have realized that eventually Christy would figure out that they didn't need to kiss nearly as often or as passionately and Mystique had them doing it. Christy gave her a small smile, "Maybe if you sucked at it this wouldn't be a problem, but you're a goddess and I don't need the temptation."
Mystique gave Christy a serious look. "Well, that's the first time I was told I was too sexy to kiss. Not sure how to feel about that." She enjoyed flirting with Christy. They played well together. "What about…" Mystique waved her hand between the two of them. "We talk… talkings good?"
"Yeah." Christy smiled. "Talkings fine, it's just more that might get me in trouble. I'm just going by what I wouldn't want her doing. If she was kissing… like us, I would feel… hurt."
"I thought you said our touchy feeling talks were over this morning." Mystique reached her limit of the seriousness of this. So they couldn't kiss as much, message heard and understood. They could stop talking about it. As a friend she felt she should offer something though. "Some of the things I can do wouldn't be too much for me to show you. Just subtle shifts of the hand or tongue, nothing overly dramatic like a sex change. Those things I could teach you if you want, and eventually you'll figure out the rest."
"Tongue?" Christy's question was too innocent. She wasn't on the same wavelength yet and Mystique gave her a flirtatious wink before shifting her tongue into something more reptilian and flickering it in the air. "Oh."
"So can I assume we'll add that to the syllabus?" Mystique said as soon as she had her own tongue back.
"Yeah." Christy's smile made Mystique chuckle.
"Thought so. I never get complaints when I use that trick."
On Monday traffic was its normal hectic mess on the way home after work and as soon as Christy stepped into the house she could hear the phone start to ring. "You gonna get that or do you want me to?" Mystique called out, and it was clear if she had to answer it she'd make Christy pay in embarrassment. Christy finished coming up the stairs and made it to the phone. A brief glance showed that Mystique was starting to cook dinner.
"Hello?"
"Christy." A familiar voice made Christy smile.
"Sage." The woman actually called. It had been so long Christy had started to think they'd heard about her past and weren't willing to talk to her again. "What's up?"
"At this moment Storm." The slight amusement in the voice was cute. "I called to tell you that the lead you captured for us turned out to be very helpful. We've shut down the foster home thief ring."
With all the excitement of her own mission she'd almost forgotten about that problem. "Great. And the kids?"
"Either home, heading to Xavier's, or on their own again." Sage answered while Christy took the phone with her downstairs. She wasn't going to force Mystique to be quiet, and Sage might recognize Mystique's voice. "Some of the students didn't feel like trusting our offer so soon after having been betrayed like that."
"I can see that." Christy stepped into her room. "How are you?"
"Oh I'm fine." Sage paused, "Logan filled us in on what we've been missing and I thought I should call you." Christy couldn't tell if this was to tell her to go to hell or that she was still a friend. "You are actually dating Emma?"
"Yeah. Sorry, you snooze you lose." Christy teased a little to cover her discomfort about the topic not yet broached.
"Well, you have my condolences." The response didn't sound completely like teasing, but Christy ignored the small jab while wishing she knew more about Tessa. "We also heard about a few other things." Sage's voice was devoid of emotion in only the way Sage seemed able to do it. "I wanted you to know that I hadn't been avoiding calling you because of that. We'd been so busy I simply didn't have time."
"That's good to know." Christy sat down on her couch and sighed quietly. "I was a little worried." Perhaps Sage did understand darkness.
"I won't say everyone took it well, or that they even heard everything. Logan is under the impression that your unique dietary habits while at home weren't conveyed to everyone. Emma has a talent for subtly that bypassed most of her team."
"Oh." Things made more sense that way. It also meant that Logan knew, and he was trying to be her friend anyhow.
"Not everyone on my team has the entire story either. Logan thought it best that I at least knew the full story so that if it came up in the future I could work to calm the reaction. It isn't like you lied about it; Emma just covered it up for you."
"If I could have thought of another way…" Christy started softly, not liking that Sage might think poorly of her, even though in this she thought poorly of herself.
"Oh, I imagine that would be a last resort." Christy could hear some laughing in the background on Sage's end of the phone. They must be having the post mission party. "I had heard you were having a problem with the Friends of Humanity in your area. We have a little time before some other mission pulls us away. Did you want some help?"
Well, she hadn't really expected that offer. "Thanks, but I have it under control. Charles sent someone to help me out and teach me about my powers."
"Anyone I know?"
Christy sighed. "Nothing I can tell you. He's got a tight leash on me."
"I see." Two words, but it conveyed a hint of displeasure. Christy didn't think it was aimed at her. "Well, I should get going before they notice me. They'll want me to play and I have work to do."
"It was nice to hear from you."
"Likewise."
Shortpack sat through Mystique's teasing Christy about getting phone calls from women that weren't Emma Frost. He sat through eating meatloaf, which was far from his favorite. He watched the glances between the two women and he wondered what had changed between them, because while he could feel something had, he couldn't point to anything obvious enough to make it clear.
"I need to do a briefing. Our bugs came up with some important information." In just one Monday he'd been kept so busy he couldn't stop recording and checking information all day. He'd woken up early to be at the computer and ready to go by eight and stayed on there until dinnertime. It was interesting to see the different reactions to his announcement. Mystique seemed to lean back in her chair, lounging more than sitting in her chair, while Christy sat up straighter as if she were about to take an important test. He preferred Christy's reaction.
"What ya got short stuff?" Mystique asked while reaching out to take her wine glass off the table.
"Well, I heard that Mr. Stanley is being blackmailed by his second in command." He turned to address Christy since she was more interested. "If word got out that his only daughter is a mutant it would ruin him apparently. No one would follow his lead and his vision would be destroyed." Like that would be a disaster. "So Liam is the one holding the cards because apparently he's the only one that saw your Jessi on the beach. He's asking for money, stocks, anything of value he can get."
"So the only F.O.H. people that know are Mr. Stanley and Liam?" Christy leaned forward a little and stared at him. "And Jessi's dad wants to keep it under wraps?" Christy glanced at Mystique and then asked her. "Why wouldn't he kill Liam then? It's the only way to be sure it never gets out."
"You want to take Liam out don't you?" Mystique smiled at Christy and Shortpack's eyes widened. This was not the mission!
"Whoa… we are under strict orders not to kill these people!" He spoke sternly and hated the dismissive look in Mystique's eyes. He was always having to say this, and it felt like he'd get more response from a wall. "Besides Liam already thought of that. He has what he's calling evidence locked up and it will go public if he is killed."
"He couldn't have any evidence on Jessi." Christy spoke up. "Aside from an eye witness, there weren't cameras or anything else out there."
"So what does he have?" Mystique spoke softly. "Something to scare Jessi's daddy enough to keep him paying."
"I was thinking that getting a look at this evidence might take priority." He brought attention back to himself. "Maybe he has everything that we're looking for."
"Be less bother to shoot him between the eyes and watch the news as his big bomb hits the airwaves." Mystique gave him her teasing little smile and he just shook his head. How could killing be funny? A glance at Christy disgusted him further. She just smirked at Mystique's suggestion.
"Nice idea, but I don't want to bet Jessi's life that I caught everything that went on that night. If he really has evidence her life would be over in this state." Christy's voice dropped lower. "Can we see it? He might not even have anything. If I were blackmailing someone with something I couldn't prove I sure as hell would make something up."
"But he is the right hand man there. He could really have some incriminating files." Shortpack pointed out. He really thought that Liam probably had something.
"Okay, I'll see if Rob can get closer to him." Mystique sighed. "Did we get anything else?"
"Yeah, they plan another message for next Friday. They'll be looking for a mutant couple."
Christy came home from work early, after a long day of faking an illness so that she had an excuse to miss the next few days. Rob only worked part time at the warehouse, so he had Wednesday and Thursday off this week. They planned to make the most of the time. She didn't even worry about the students missing two days worth of class. In the larger scheme of things it was unimportant. She'd call in tomorrow and tell the secretary what she wanted her students to do that day.
As soon as she stepped inside she found Mystique leaning against the wall staring at her. "So you have time off?"
"They actually told me to go home. I don't think anyone expects to see me tomorrow."
"Good." Mystique started down the stairs with two drinks in her hand. "We need to do a lot of work before Friday."
Barely five minutes later Christy was sitting on her couch and Mystique stood in the center of her room. "Okay, we need you to develop a new shape. Give me suggestions and we'll try it out on me first to give you a model."
Christy just stared at Mystique while thinking quietly. This needed to be something she could do, but Mystique wanted her to branch out so that no one thought it was related to Terry. The FOH would get a good look at this one.
"Just start with the hair. What color, what style?" Mystique waved a bit impatiently. "You can do anything we decide on. We are still making a woman."
After an hour of serious working back and forth Christy was staring at a form clad in skin tight black leather pants and viciously solid looking boots. The belt buckle was large and gold. A tight black half shirt exposed pale white flesh that was hard and toned, showing every curve of a warrior's abs. The skin tone was nearly vampiric, being as pale as Sage. The jacket was studded with gold metal and had chains wrapped loosely over the left shoulder, again in gold. The jacket was meant to be unzipped. The low neckline of the shirt helped to emphasize the leather studded collar around a delicate looking neck. It also emphasized breasts that strained against it a little more than Christy's would have believed. Who knew she had those? The hands were covered in black gloves that left the fingers opened and a golden bar covered the knuckles, and would give a punch just that much more force. Above all that was still Christy's face, but with the short hair used on her Chris persona. They hadn't gotten to reworking those features yet.
"I like it." Christy could sense the danger in this form, and weirdly enough the sex appeal. Mystique made that form hot in a way Christy never expected to see herself be. This was even more butch than before and she'd have built in weapons in those boots and the gloves that wouldn't need to be shifted to be used. The breast enhancement had been her idea, because the outfit hadn't been sitting right with her smaller breasts. Also it was time to get away from a body type. The stomach had been Mystique's idea, because she believed obvious muscles made people think twice about picking a fight. "Spike your hair a bit." Mystique did it but it wasn't quite right. "A little more wild, less organized. Messy."
"Were you going to change the color?" Mystique asked as she made the latest change and the hair looked good that way. At that point Christy's hair came in two colors, blonde like Emma and her own mixed up shades of brunette with blonde and red highlights. Her own hair was a little distinctive and Emma's shade of blonde was a little rare as well.
Halfway through this process Christy had decided that what they were making was Demise, a new more powerful, and obvious version. This was going to be her fighting form, her alter-ego. It was better than the Chris version. The clothing reminded her a little of Emma's, in that she went with all black in contrast to her lover. "Black hair." It would be a bitch to learn how to do it, but if she was going to continue the contrasts to the White Queen it was just the next step. Where Emma seemed like a graceful but dangerous woman, this form was going to give the impression of a brawler. Not Christy's strong suite, but a little misdirection to the enemy seemed like a good idea.
"Damn." Christy smirked and shook her head. "Is it wrong to lust after yourself?" She chuckled. She loved Emma, but like she refused to tell Sage, her type was pale skin and black hair. On Mystique it looked like Christy, but also like someone new.
Mystique smiled at her and raised an eyebrow. "Well, I believe the terms narcissistic, but I have been with people that actually wanted me to be them. You change your mind about casual kissing and I'll let you kiss yourself." Christy had to blush. She was the one to start that line of thought, so she had only herself to blame.
"Thanks but I don't think needing therapy is something I want to add to my to do list."
"You sure?" Mystique tilted her head a little and gave Christy a sexy wink.
"Ah, yeah… I think I'll pass." Christy gave Mystique a fake grimace. "Therapy, definitely lots and lots of therapy."
"What do we want to do with the face?" Mystique walked into the bathroom to look at the results so far. "Not that it isn't gorgeous, but we could go more delicate or a bit more butch so you aren't recognized."
"Could we just do a mask?"
"A mask?" Mystique stared back out the bathroom door to her. "A shapeshifter doesn't wear a mask." It was a little strange to see a version of her own face giving her a disbelieving look. Looking at herself didn't bother Christy as much as it used to, since they'd had to do this a few times now, but it was too close to the look that other Christy had given her when she'd seen her. Christy focused on the doorway rather than Mystique for a moment.
"Kind of like…" Christy went quiet as she tried to think of a hero that had something she liked. The ones she knew of from this world didn't have it. "Robin from Batman and Robin, only bigger."
"It wouldn't be any easier than picking a different face."
"But it would be me, and I want Demise to be me."
"This didn't go how I was thinking. I was planning on us making a regular woman so that you could blend in and follow." Mystique said it again but she shifted and a mask appeared on her face, with eye holes that weren't going to be too narrow and it covered most of the forehead. Curves from the mask, thick enough to cover her cheekbones came down level with her mouth, and her lips shifted to be black. It would do, but the outfit looked better without a mask. After this mission it wasn't going back on. The others didn't wear masks and they were fine.
"Good."
Mystique touched the solid gold belt buckle. "Now some detail work." It shifted and Christy had expected the Xmen symbol to appear, but instead a skull minus the jaw bone filled the space in the golden frame. It was filled in with black and Mystique's finger caressed it for a moment before looking up at her. "My crest in a manner of speaking. You're more my apprentice than you are Charles'."
"You want me to wear it?" It was hardly something people wouldn't see elsewhere so it didn't scream Mystique to the general public, but Christy felt the significance of this. Whether it made them partners or teammates, or just apprentice and teacher, it implied an ongoing connection. "This isn't a proposal right? Because I already told you I have a woman."
"No." Mystique smiled and held out her left hand. "A proposal would be this." And a solid gold ring with the same emblem formed on her ring finger. The ring faded and Mystique took that hand to touch the buckle again. "This is a contract, really more of a symbol of a verbal contract." She wasn't teasing now and Christy waited to hear what she'd be promising if she took it. "I was sent to train you and disappear, but training isn't something that can be done in a couple months. I've never taken an apprentice shifter, but I'm going to make an effort to come to New York often enough to train you properly. Right now all we're doing is the basics so we can do the mission. Most shifters don't explore the limits of their powers like I have and I can teach you more than just taking new forms or even pretending to be other people." Mystique's mischievous grin ended that serious comment. "And Charlie will see it and hate it."
"Why didn't you start with that one? I'll wear it now." Christy smirked and pretended that bugging Charles was the reason, but really she could use the teacher, and she knew Mystique would know that. Christy took in the entire look and nodded. "Looks good."
"Well, I hope you like it, because we have more work now. Once you have this form down I want to show you some moves. We'll be sparring later tonight. I have an idea of how to keep my cover and stop them from killing anyone Friday." Mystique stepped fully into the bathroom to take off the clothes they made so that Christy could wear them long enough to imprint them. Once she had the clothes they'd work on the rest.
It was kind of strange that Mystique actually could make the clothes and take them off. That was one of the big differences between them.
While Christy was working on the new clothes Mystique wandered upstairs. Once Christy had the basics she could help, but at this point Christy could do enough to get the clothes going. "Hey Shorty." She smiled at the small man and moved to sit at the table. "Wait till you see the new and improved Demise."
"She's not carrying a scythe now is she?" He smirked and Mystique tilted her head like she was considering adding that to the costume.
"Maybe we should buy her one." She managed to not laugh when he started to believe her. "She'll need a weapon and Forge's little dart guns aren't reliable."
"The Professor doesn't want her killing again." His teasing air was gone. That boy was far too serious. "At least with Sybil it wasn't really her fault." Is that what he told himself so he didn't feel guilty about not reporting it? Christy had told him outright what her plan had been.
"Well a scythe is a little impractical for this mission anyhow. Where could she hide it?" Mystique rubbed her chin as if she was considering this. "Unless she strapped it to her back. They'd see it, but she'd still be maneuverable."
"I ordered a new tranq gun for her. The best I could get my hands on. It shouldn't jam and it has a decent range."
"Those things are garbage and you know it. In every mission I've been forced to use those things it almost cost us the mission. They break, they don't put people out fast enough… it's a joke." Mystique couldn't pass by this opportunity to complain about those things. They were going to get her killed one of these days. Rather than letting him get on his soapbox about good guys not killing, and that she was batting for the good now she got up. "I'm gonna go pick up pizza for dinner tonight. If Christy comes up tell her to do her shifts. It should keep her busy." Christy didn't take nearly as long as she used to for her to learn clothes. If anything slowed her down it would be that mask. After dinner they'd work on the hair and skin tone.
"This is a tracker." Shortpack pointed to pen that arrived earlier that day. "It also has a sensitive communication device. Since I can't relay your messages to Demise, She'll need to have you wired. This needs to be in your front pocket to be close enough to pick up your conversations without too much interference."
"You're getting her wired? Oh please, like she's not hyper enough as is." Demise interrupted him. Shortpack looked up at Mystique and smirked.
"To keep anyone from overhearing you when you talk to Mystique, keep your messages brief and few." He explained to Demise as he handed over the earring. "To talk you squeeze it."
"Oh, look… it even goes with your ensemble." Mystique teased as Christy stared at the gold earring.
"I have a matching one that isn't a wire."
"I don't need it." Demise sighed and brought it up to her ear. Shortpack's eyes widened when he realized she was shoving it through her lobe and that she hadn't been pierced. He stared at her again, taking in the new form minus the mask she'd pull out later. Mystique had her wearing it almost all the time so that it might not disappear in a fight like the last time Christy fought, but Christy was going to start the night out as Chris. The earring must have made it's way through her ear because she reached out for the back of it to hold it in place.
"That can't be sanitary." He muttered as he looked over at Mystique. "Since men don't wear earrings, we have a plug that will go in your ear, but it's supposed to be invisible."
"You couldn't have got me one of those?" Demise grumbled. He couldn't blame her.
"I put in the order and Forge chose the form. I'm sorry. I didn't think about earrings, but at least yours does both incoming and outgoing, and in case of an emergency I can turn it into a tracker to find you."
"Okay." She let her irritation go quickly. Shortpack wouldn't mind if Mystique learned that from Christy.
"I got a new car."
"I'll tell them the truck is in the shop and I borrowed Terry's." Mystique said while putting the plug in her ear and shifting to Rob. They tested the material and adjusted the sensitivity of it quickly. Christy had to be shown how.
He looked at Christy. "I rented a car for you. They shouldn't ever see it, but we really don't want to risk them showing up at your work."
"Okay."
"It's parked a block away so your neighbors don't start to wonder."
"Like they'd notice." Demise rolled her eyes. "I could walk around on the lawn naked and they'd never notice." It took him a moment to realize she was joking. He gave her a weak smile, while wondering why she was so determined to joke around now.
"Okay, and I have a dart gun." He pointed to the unopened box on the table.
"Great." She didn't sound thrilled. Well, this wasn't a chance to play with big guns, this was a mission.
"I find they work best when you use them to bash someone in the side of the head." Mystique added less than helpfully.
"Try not to hit an average human with more than three darts or you could kill them." He warned Demise. "And this is a last resort. The idea isn't to catch them tonight. Mystique needs time to check out Liam's house and figure out what he has. I figure it is either there or with his brother in Renton."
Mystique stood up, "Well, let's get this show on the road." At least she was the one that put her hand down to pick him up. Mystique let him get into her hand and she wasn't so heavy handed with him. Shortpack had gotten bruised from Christy's grip when they'd gone to Seattle.
"I'm going to be with Demise in this, helping by monitoring the tracker so we don't loose you." Demise shifted to Chris, but with loose jeans and a tight tshirt. Mystique grabbed his computer and headed out the door. He called back to Christy as she walked behind them. "We can do this. We can save the couple and keep Mystique's cover."
"Well, we'll sure try." Her response wasn't as positive as he'd hoped. This was all hinging on Demise.