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* CHAPTER THREE: Future Jeopardized *
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Roberto Da Costa woke up into a horrible screech.
"TELL ME WE USED CONDOMS!" Theresa Rourke Cassidy screamed in his face
as she grabbed his throat and shook him around like Homer
strangling
Bart in /Simpsons/.
Roberto blinked twice at the sight of a redheaded
figure he didn't
quite recognize yet thru his blurry eyes. He tried to say,
"Madonna,
my head feels like it's going to explode!" but due to certain
fingers
strangling his throat it came out more like "U-gllk, g nnk uurk
nk uu
gkk g ugkk!"
Theresa paused and let go of Roberto's throat. "What?"
"I think I said 'Madonna, my head feels like it's going to explode'",
Roberto groaned, lifting a hand to his throbbing temple. "Do
you have
any aspirin?"
"I've go' BIGGER headaches t' worry about than YOURS!" Theresa shouted
and grabbed a pillow, proceeding to whap Roberto repeatedly
with it.
"DID WE OR DID WE NOT USE CONDOMS LAST NIGHT??"
"Umph!" Roberto grunted as he tried to fend off the ferocious attacks,
mostly in vain since he was still half-asleep.
"Don't tell me", he
mumbled. "You're not on the pill?"
"ANSWER ME!" Theresa growled and grabbed
Roberto's throat again,
slamming his head repeatedly onto the bed. "Damn you Brazilian
horny
little screw-anything-tha'- moves!"
"Ugglk!" Roberto's throat issued in protest before his hands
grabbed
her wrists and forced her to let go of his throat.
"Stop that! You
expect me to be able to think, let alone remember what
happened last
night, if you keep trying to kill me??"
Theresa grumbled and withdrew into a
faraway corner of the bed,
hogging all the covers over to her to
cover herself up, until she
noticed that left Roberto naked.
She promptly tossed some of the
covers his way. "Talk."
Roberto rubbed his temples and sat up, not even noticing
the covers
yet. He blinked a few times to clear his eyes, and then
narrowed his
eyes in an attempt to not be blinded by the sunlight
streaming into
the room. Then, he saw his companion. "Theresa??"
"YES, it's Theresa, y' bleatin' half-witted sex-crazed moron!" Theresa
growled and threw a pillow a Roberto. "Talk, damn you!"
Roberto blinked a few times and then tried to wrap his just-awakened
brain around the concept of what
Theresa was telling him to talk
about. He closed his eyes and
tried to kickstart his thought
processes, but in vain. "Um...what should I talk about?"
"ARRRGH!" Theresa wailed, and smashed
her head down against the
pillows, starting to weep. "I *know* we didn't -- I just *know*
it...
This is just *perfect* --"
"Oh", Roberto suddenly realized what the
topic was. "Oh. Droga.
Don't tell me, you're not on the pill?" He
paused and looked aside
thoughtfully. "Didn't I just ask that?"
"NO!" Theresa screamed and leaped from
underneath her covers at
Roberto, grabbing his throat and starting to strangle him again.
"I'M
NOT ON THE PILL, AND THIS IS
*JUST* MY TIME O' THE MONTH T' GET
PREGNANT! DO" she snarled and smashed Roberto's
head down onto the
bed. "YOU", she smashed his head down a second time.
"UNDERSTAND??"
A third time.
"Umph!" Roberto winced as he got slammed down
repeatedly, and then
once more pried Theresa's hands off his throat. "YES,
I understand!
Now let me *think*!"
Theresa grumbled and pulled the nearest cover over to cover her front.
"So *think*!"
"All right..." Roberto murmured thoughtfully. "The first
time was in
the shower... I *know* we didn't
use one then, but I didn't come
inside you then either --"
"Tha' doesn't necessarily mean a thing", Theresa wrinkled her nose.
"Well, no, but it's a smaller risk..." Roberto rubbed his chin.
"Then
you rode on me here on the bed...
I'm reasonably sure we used a
condom here..."
Theresa grunted noncommittally.
"Then there was the bathtub -- no wait, the bathtub came before we got
to the bed, right?"
"I think so", Theresa seethed.
"All right, yes, now I remember
-- we definitely used one in the
bathtub since I remember getting out of the tub in the middle of it
to
go get a pack..."
"I think we used two there."
"I think you're right", Roberto nodded slowly. "Then
we came out of
the bathroom --" He paused and frowned. "Was
it a dream or did you
break the bathroom mirror?"
"I -- uh -- well -- er -- yeah, I broke
it", Theresa mumbled, her
cheeks turning crimson.
"I thought I recalled cleaning some of that up so we wouldn't
step on
the shards -- anyway, we got out
of the bathroom -- then what
happened?"
"I think that's when I rode you."
"Oh yes. Yes, that's how we started..." Roberto nodded thoughtfully.
"Yes, I'm reasonably sure we used a condom then...
What next -- the
master/slave part?"
Everything up from and including Theresa's
shoulders turned fire
engine red. "Um, yes."
"All right -- the first one was from behind, if I recall correctly
--
you wanted me to spank you while we did it..."
"We had a condom for that time", Theresa said. "I know because
I put
it on you..."
"All right... Yes, sounds right
to me. We finished off there,
right?"
"Uh..." Theresa frowned thoughtfully. "I think we
did it at *least*
once in missionary after that..."
"At 'least' once?" Roberto lifted an
eyebrow. "It was only a
five-condom pack..." He winced. "Uh oh."
Theresa swallowed quickly. "Maybe you didn't
come inside me on the
subsequent ones."
"Uh, maybe", Roberto nodded hurriedly.
Theresa nodded too. "That must be it."
"Yes. Definitely", Roberto agreed nervously, and then
stretched out
slightly. "I could really use some breakfast right now..."
"Breakfast?" Theresa asked with the first smile she had sported
since
waking up. It was a dry smile, but hey, beggars
can't be choosers.
"It's *noon*, Bobby."
"Noon?" Roberto lifted an eyebrow. "I never sleep this late..."
"We didn't go to sleep until six in the morning..."
Theresa pointed
out with a faint smile.
Roberto suddenly blinked. "Noon!"
His eyes shot over to the
nightstand where his cellphone was. He grabbed it quickly
and took a
look at it. "Oh no. She's tried to call me."
***
"We don't exactly have a Cerebro
or anything", Danielle Moonstar
pointed out as she sat cross-legged on a couch in the living
room of
X-Force's warehouse home. "So if anyone's got any bright ideas
on how
to locate 'Berto and Theresa, I'm all ears."
"Ah've been watchin' the news, and readin' the papers",
Sam Guthrie
said, and shook his head. "Nothin' at all that could be
a clue about
them..."
"I've called in some markers and told them to let me know if they spot
anything suspicious", Domino commented, "but other than that,
there's
little we can do, really."
"Yeah", James Proudstar nodded. "I mean, I have enhanced
senses and
all, but I'm no *Wolverine*. I can't track
a trail that's almost a
day old..."
"I thought the Apache were supposed to be real hotshot trackers", Dani
smirked at Jimmy.
"Yeah yeah, that's what you told
me at the Hellfire Club, little
Cheyenne. And we *are*", Jimmy
smiled. "But not good enough for
this."
"Sometimes it amazes me how you people have managed
to survive this
long", Jesse Aaronson spoke from lying down on the couch where
Domino
had laid him down the night before. "Moonstar
said she's called Da
Costa's cellphone, right? That means
he has a cellphone. Aren't
there some kind of satellite trace things that you
can use to track
down a cellphone?"
Everyone blinked.
"You know", Domino said, "I hate to say this --"
"-- but he's right", Sam finished the sentence.
***
"All right, Theresa -- now just do NOT
say a thing --" Roberto Da
Costa warned his teammate as he pushed a button.
***
BEEP BEEP BEEP
"My cellphone!" Danielle Moonstar jumped, and dashed over to the table
where the phone was, grabbing it
and answering it. "Danielle
Moonstar!"
"Um, hello, Dani", Roberto Da Costa's voice came from the phone.
"'BERTO! Where've you been, we've been
worried sick! Are you all
right? Is Theresa there with you??" Dani spoke in rapidfire.
"Calm down, Dani", Roberto said. "We are *all
right*. We just ran
into some trouble with a local group of the Friends of Humanity.
They
managed to capture us and held us overnight, but we overcame them just
half an hour or so ago and escaped them. Aside
from some scratches
and a headache from a sonic weapon they used on us, I and Theresa
are
perfectly fine."
Dani hesitated a moment, and then nodded slowly.
"All right -- can
you give us a location, and we'll come pick you up?"
"There's no need", Roberto answered. "We are already on
our way. We
are stopping by at a cafe on the
way to get some breakfast -- we
haven't gotten to eat in over twelve hours. But we'll
be home right
after that. An hour from now, at the most. All right?"
"A-all right", Dani nodded as her eyes narrowed slightly,
perhaps in
thought. "I'll see you when you get here. I love you."
"I love you too, Danielle. I can't wait
to see you. I missed you
terribly and thought I'd never see you again", Roberto
spoke softly.
"I'll see you soon, my love."
Dani pressed a button, ending the call, and placed the phone back onto
the table. There was a frown on her face for a few long moments
while
everyone waited for her to deliver the news.
Finally, she noticed
everyone waiting, and nodded. "They're all right and will
be here in
an hour or so. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go get
a workout."
She turned towards the doorway leading to the hallway to the
gym, and
quickly walked out of the living room.
Domino's eyes narrowed in thought, but she didn't say a thing.
"Hnh", Sam Guthrie lifted an eyebrow. "What d' ya make of that, Jim?"
"I don't know", James Proudstar replied thoughtfully. "I hope
Terry's
okay..."
"I bet she's more than a little
bit 'banged' u--" Jesse Aaronson
started, but then caught Domino's eyes
looking into his eyes, and
*very* quickly shut up. "Nevermind."
***
"How can y' lie to her like that,
with a straight face?" Theresa
Rourke Cassidy asked, shaking her head, eyes wide
in disbelief. "I
thought you *loved* her --"
"I *do*", Roberto Da Costa replied sharply as
he put his cellphone
away and got out of bed. "Which is why I lied.
She'd be devastated
if she found out about last night. Not to mention
that she'd leave
me. And I will *not* have her leave me."
"You're a bastard, Roberto Da Costa",
Theresa said softly, still
shaking her head disbelievingly. "Y'd lie t' the woman you love
--"
"I'd do *anything* to keep the woman I love from being hurt, and
keep
her from leaving me, Theresa", Roberto replied harshly
thru gritted
teeth. "*Nothing* will separate us. And I'm willing to
do *anything*
it takes to keep her."
"That's not love", Theresa said, raising her chin defiantly.
"Tha's
possessiveness..."
"Call it what you want", Roberto said
as he went over to the room
service cart and grabbed a bunch of grapes, starting to pop them
into
his mouth. "But Danielle Moonstar is *mine*,
and I am *hers*. And
*nothing* will change that."
"You were mine last night", Theresa just said flatly, as
she got out
of bed too and held some covers around her body as she started heading
towards the bathroom.
"No I wasn't", Roberto answered. "I was hers.
I am *always* hers.
We had some mindblowing sex, but that has *nothing* to
do with who I
love and who I belong to."
"Maybe not from your point of view, Bobby", Theresa said softly as she
opened the door to the bathroom. "Maybe y' don't
put much weight to
sex. But does *she* agree with how y' see things?" She glanced
at him
over her shoulder. "An' if she doesn't -- can you really
keep her or
are y' just deludin' yeself?"
Roberto Da Costa stopped popping the grapes into his
mouth and just
stood there silent as a statue
as the lock on the bathroom door
clicked to locked position, and the sound of a running shower
started
coming from the bathroom.
***
"The WHORE!" Danielle Moonstar snarled as she lashed a vicious kick
at
the midsection of the punching bag hanging from the high ceiling by
a
long chain.
"The BITCH!" she growled as she spun around and smashed
a roundhouse
kick to the side of the punching bag, where a set of vulnerable
ribs
would be, if the punching bag had them.
"The TRAMP!" she snapped as she pulled her fist back, and
then swung
it forwards in a haymaker that crashed right where the
jaw would be,
if the punching bag had one.
"The SLUT!" she hissed as she pulled her grandfather
Black Eagle's
war-knife from the sheath on her waist,
and with a furious motion
threw it at the punching bag.
SHUNK!
There was a soft sound as the knife embedded itself to the
hilt just
an inch or two below where the fist had impacted.
Sawdust started
slowly pouring out of the tear and started forming
a little line on
the floor as the punching bag swung in the air slowly back and
forth,
back and forth, back and forth...
Dani watched the punching bad swing for a long time, until it stopped,
and a longer time still after it had stopped.
Finally, she walked
over to it, and placed her hand on the handle of
the war-knife. "I
swear, Theresa, if you have so much as touched my
man, *neither* of
you will live to regret it..."
she whispered before yanking the
war-knife off the punching bag.
***
SNAPT!
"BOBBY!" Theresa Rourke Cassidy screamed.
Roberto Da Costa's face was contorted with pain. And why shouldn't
it
be? He had just snapped his left forearm.
He gasped sharply a few times, gritting
his teeth, and then his
shoulders shook as if in a withheld
sob. But thru all of it, he
didn't let out a sound. Until he
powered down from his jet-black
super-strong form, let go of his left arm, and whispered
a, "I'm all
right..."
"The *hell* you are", Theresa gaped at the sight.
"You just *broke*
your *arm*! What was that for??"
"For Dani..." Roberto murmured and let his left hand fall limp
by his
side, wincing as pain wrenched all thru his body. "I heard
it on the
phone...she suspects..."
Theresa just looked at him with wide eyes. "And
you think snapping
your arm is going to help??"
"She...nnnff..." Roberto squeezed his eyes shut for a moment.
"She'll
believe we got into a fight now, yes.
She wouldn't have believed
otherwise..."
Theresa shook her head in disbelief. "You're *sick*, Bobby
-- you're
*sick*..." she repeated in astonished murmurs.
"You're absolutely
crazy..."
"Crazy about Dani, yes", Roberto whispered and took a deep breath.
"I
hope this demonstrates to you that I am willing to do *anything*
for
her not to find out about us." His eyes opened, suddenly
very dark.
His expression went gravely
serious. "*Anything*. Do you
understand?"
Theresa blinked, and then swallowed. "Y' wouldn't --"
Roberto's eyes narrowed. "I'd do anything",
he just repeated, and
then headed out of the bedroom and towards the exit
from the suite.
"Now let's go, Theresa. Forget everything about last night except
one
thing." He popped a grape into his mouth with his intact arm, and then
opened the front door of the suite. "Don't forget who's the boss."
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