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A simple plan, executed many times before. She grinned, crouched on the roof of the mansion. Charlie would not intrude anymore.
Respectful as always.
She would Port them off The Cliff, down the hole, and Auntie and Uncle would hike home. Ze plane vould take them til the net day to find them.
They'll be home before Vati comes.
They were minding their business when they were whooshed away. A cold round burn on their necks. They tripped off a cliff, scared by blue-light, screaming into the night, and the last thing they saw before noisy darkness were yellow-brown eyes of a blue demon.
Down the metal, chute, holding onto each other for dear life, screaming of Not Wanting To Die.
And before they knew it, they were on wet grass, endless starry skies--is that the Milky Way?--dirt in their mouths, on their backs, but mysteriously not at painful as expected.
They groaned, scratching at the forming headache.
They cried, they duscussed, they tried and failed to remove the necklace on them, they tried to reach call the Mansion but nothing worked for them. The workers were only half0hearted in their apologies.
Shit to do.
I took a day, past night, and they stumbled onto the grounds, bruised, battered, scraped, holding onto each other, agreed to not discuss to anyone ever.
They don't want to face Logan.
It took all of their willpower to not flinch at Kurt.
Yellow eyes and blue hellions haunt them to sleep.
"I love you, Jean." He confessed over tending the campfire.
She just smiled, and they kissed themselves asleep.