Lisa Garrison groaned softly as hands massaged the blonde's tense shoulders. "Thanks love," she managed, "it's been a rough day." Llyan gently stroked her skin, the willowy redhead nearly sitting on her shoulders. "What happened?" the sidhe asked, her smile gentle. "Bezerker from the Marauders," Lisa revealed, "we got a tip about him being in London and Pete got a few of the team together." She sighed, "He's a lot tougher than I had expected, even from last time we fought." "Whomever grated him his abilities is a powerful patron," Llyan noted as she worked gently on Lisa's lower back, "and with everything that has been going on with Asgard..." "Huh?" Lisa blinked. "There are rumors in the other realms that Asgard will fall," Llyan said gravely, "if that is so those who were touched by it's power might become even more powerful." "There's a unpleasant thought," Lisa sighed. "You and your friends are champions and warriors," Llyan said as she finished, curling up beside Lisa on the bed, "whatever comes you will deal with it." Lisa chuckled, "Well, I'm glad you're confident." Llyan kissed her gently, then a little harder. "You have given me much cause, m'love," she purred. She batted her eyes, "Would you care to show me your prowess once again?" Lisa laughed as she pulled the slim woman to her, "Oh yes." Kate Pryde shook her head as she heard Lisa and Llyan getting busy next door. "Those two are almost insatiable," she commented, her silvery skin gleaming. Rachel Summers lay there beside her, trying to catch her breath beneath the sheets. "And you aren't?" she asked wryly. Kate snickered, "Well, yes." Rachel turned over, red hair falling into her eyes. "You know, I wish you had told me about how you felt years ago," she said softly. "Oh?" Kate asked curiously, stroking a hand along Rachel's cheek. "I never realized you were so skilled," Rachel said softly, a blush coloring her cheeks. "Were you ever," she hesitated, "with someone else?" Kate looked up towards the ceiling, her thoughts drifting a bit. "Not as often as you might think," she answered honestly, "I just have a very vivid imagination." Rachel blushed faintly. "One hell of a imagination," she conceded. "Why," Kate looked at Rachel impishly, "were you expecting me to have torrid affairs?" Impishly, "Or hoping to hear about some? I could always make something up..." "No, that's not necessary," Rachel said firmly. Kate just laughed. Pete Wisdom scowled as he walked outside, looking up at the starry sky. It wasn't that he minded Kate and Rachel being happy together, but listening to them together occasionally reminded him a bit too much of when he had been with the Kitty of this era. Even worse it reminded him of why they had broken up, all the stupid arguments that led to it... "Well, at least you smoke those damn cigarettes outside," Cecelia Renes muttered, the African American doctor walking up in her labcoat. Pete took a drag, tempted a moment to send a puff of smoke towards her. "What can I say," he shrugged, "I'm polite, sort of." "That and it gives you a good excuse to be left the hell alone," Cecelia said perceptively. "Well, yes," Pete admitted. He gave her a look, black hair falling into his eyes as he asked, "So why are you bothering me tonight?" "Because you have been dodging your appointment for a physical," Cecelia said dryly, "do I have to drag you into the infirmary?" "Why do I need one?" Pete asked weakly. Cecelia growled, "Wisdom, mutant powers are evolving constantly. If your powers do shift I need a baseline to track it." Pete sighed softly, "When do you want me in there?" "Well I'd normally suggest now," Cecelia yawned softly, "but I'm too tired." She gave him a smile, "I'll give you a reprieve till tomorrow, all right?" "Thanks," Pete sighed. "You'd better show up," Cecelia added, "or I'll ask Jackie to do a super-speed search of the island for you." Pete nodded reluctantly, "You would, too. All right, I'll be there." Cecelia smiled, "Good." She paused, "So how did your dinner with Jackie go?" Pete nearly spat his cigarette out I surprise, but he managed to restrain himself. "The rumor mill in this place startles me at times," he muttered. Cecelia chuckled softly, "Well?" "It went just fine," Pete said with as much dignity as possible, "until we got that emergency call for Bezerker's rampage." He scowled as he took a furious drag then said, "An' to be honest that stinks to high heaven." "Bezerker's rampage?" Cecelia looked over at him thoughtfully. "Nobody except maybe Juggernaught runs around rampaging like that anymore," Pete pointed out, "no, if he was caught that easy he wanted to be caught." "Of course the question of why rears it's ugly head," Cecelia noted. "I'm going in with Rachel to try to interview him in the morning," Pete shrugged, "maybe we'll get some answers then." Down below the young man known as Bezerker sat in a modified containment cell, his sandy brown hair falling into his eyes. Steve waited patiently as he listened to the sounds of the island, watching thoughtfully as he toyed thoughtfully with the pendant around his neck. Finally Steve pressed down on a back tooth, wincing a bit at the sensation. "You hear me boss?" he murmured quietly. He didn't hear Codex's voice, it almost felt like it rattled around in his bones. "Where have they got you?" she asked quietly. "Detention cells beneath the island," Steve kept his answers short, the mini-transmitter wasn't powerful enough for sending long talks. "Has Wisdom interviewed you?" Codex demanded. "No," Steve answered. "What the hell is the man thinking?" Codex muttered. A pause, "Give him the information we discussed then signal again, we'll bust you out." "Why are we doing this?" Steve had to ask. "Because Sinister lied to us about this job," Codex answered him grimly, "and I don't take that from anyone." She gentled her tone, "Good luck, Codex out." 'Back to waiting till morning,' Steve thought glumly. "Hey," he yelled out to the hallway, "Is there any chance of getting fed?"
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