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Title: Eighteen
Questions, Take One
Author:
Terri
Email: xgrrl26@yahoo.com
Rating:
PG, violence
Summary:
Sequel to Eighteen Past the Hour. Rogue just keeps getting drugged and kidnapped.
We find out why Mystique's been following her.
Series:
Eighteen #4
Disclaimer:
None of them are mine.
Archive:
Ask, and I'll share.
Feedback:
Please!
Comments:
Thanks to everyone for all the great feedback and encouragement! By the
way, I always hated playing twenty questions. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Wh-what
happened? Where am I?"
"Well, well,
it speaks."
"Mystique."
"Yes, although
I don't believe we've been properly introduced. I've been looking for you
for a long time, dear."
"I was...I
don't remember. Wait, I was in the bathroom at the restaurant."
"Yes, well,
we needed to talk, and I didn't think your traveling companion would appreciate
it if I had joined you at the dinner table."
"No, he
wouldn't have. You know, he'll notice I'm gone and come after me."
"How sweet."
"What -
"
"I'd hold
that thought if I were you. You see, I think we should play a little game.
It's called twenty questions. It's my favorite game. You can ask twenty questions,
and I'll answer honestly. You're a bright girl, maybe you can figure out
what I want with you. But, just as you can't ask the genie for three more
wishes, you can't ask that question directly."
"I don't
- "
"Have a
choice, really. And you've already used up two questions."
"Do I get
answers to those?"
"Yes, and
that's your third question, then. You asked what happened. I drugged you
in the restroom. You asked where you were. You're still in Canada."
"That's
a little vague."
"I said
I'd answer honestly, not completely."
"Fine."
.....................
"Good for
you, take your time and think about it. Try to stop panicking."
"Are you
going to kill me after you find out what you want?"
"I haven't
decided yet. That's four."
"Why haven't
you killed me already?"
"Personal
reasons.......You're trying to call up Erik, aren't you? Hoping he'll help
you?"
"I see you
get twenty questions too."
"You need
not answer."
"You love
Erik."
"Is that
a question?"
"No."
"Then ask
one or concede defeat."
"Are your
reasons strictly personal, meaning, involving only you?"
"No. That's
six."
"Who else
is involved?"
"You are."
"How so?"
"I'm curious
about you."
"Curious
about my powers?"
"No."
"Curious
about the X-men?"
"Aren't you
paying attention? I said this was personal, and between you and I. Very disappointing,
really. Try to focus. You've already used up half your questions."
"You're
curious about some facet of my life?"
"Yes."
"Past or
present?"
"Past."
"What, my
family or something?"
"Very good.
Now you're getting warm, as the saying goes."
"I'd really
be able to think a lot more clearly if you'd untie me and put that gun down."
"Is that
so?"
"Yes."
"How interesting."
.........................
"Does this
concern a particular member of my family, other than me?"
"In a way,
I suppose. But then again perhaps you would not think so. I suppose it depends
on how one defines family."
...........................
"Does this
have anything to do with me being adopted?"
"Ah, very
good."
"I never
knew my birth parents. Those records are sealed. If you want them for some
bizzaro experiment or some take-over-the-world plot - "
"That's
not it at all, dear."
"Oh God.
Don't tell me.....do you already know who my birth parents are?"
"Yes, I
do."
...............................
"You don't
know whether to ask or not, do you? Poor dear."
"I'm thinking."
"Take your
time."
...............................
"All right.
Who are they?"
"One of
them is me, dear."
"Oh my God.
Oh God."
.....................
"No more
questions, then?"
"You're
not going to kill me."
"Is that
a question?"
"No. I can
tell by how you're looking at me."
"I wanted
to see your reaction when I told you. I suspected when Erik took you, but
I wasn't sure. Not until a few months ago. I tracked down the records. Really,
Mississippi of all places."
.................................
"Isn't there
anything else you want to ask? You have more questions. You haven't gotten
to twenty. And you're almost not crying."
"Just one
more question. Are you going to turn me over to Sabretooth?"
"He's on
your trail, and close. I should. He really quite likes you, you know. He
likes the kind of woman who can blast a bullet through his brain without a
second thought. Takes it as kind of a challenge. He might not kill you, you
know. He might keep you as a kind of pet. Of course, those tend to wish he
had just killed them in the first place."
"Great.
Answer the question, please."
"I'll make
you a deal, since you finished in less than twenty questions. I'll leave you
here. If you can get yourself free, or if your little clawed friend finds
you first, que sera, sera. If not, well, I'm sure Vic will entertain you.
Au revoir then, dearest daughter."
"Mystique
- "
"Yes?"
"I don't
believe you."
"Yes, Marie,
you do."
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