Arc Title: Adrift in a Room of Mirrors (ARM)

Substory: Mercenary Motives (Gargoyles)

Pairing: Christy Taylor/Demona

Disclaimer: All characters and locations are the property of respective show or book creators, other than the ones that are all mine

Author: Princess Alexandria

Rating: T/R

NOTE: There are a series of stories that start with the same prologue, but this is the version that shows Christy Taylor landing in the Gargoyles universe. These stories used to be posted together, but I am putting them in their own stories now to make them easier to read and easier for me to complete.

Prologue – In an Xmen World, far far away.

Christy took a form that was a good twenty years younger than what she was, because most of the people here were in their early twenties, but clearly not all. As a young college nerd, wearing dark glasses and an Xfiles tshirt she made her way into the convention.

"Miss the X on your clothes?" A blonde woman in her late twenties walked up and spoke quietly, with a slight smirk on her lips. They both pretended to be looking over the list of upcoming panels. Christy took in the True Blood tshirt and tight jeans, before looking away again.

"Not too much." Christy glanced around subtly. The xmen turned on her, for the most part, when her dark past was revealed six months ago. "Which one are you?" She asked, but seeing the wicked tilt of the blonde's lips Christy followed it up with her guess, "Esme?"

"Not too bad shape shifter." Esme nodded and started to walk further into the convention, pretending to glance at the tables of materials. "We're all here. Annie has us guarding all the entrances." Esme picked up a Xena magnet and glanced at the price. "She's not happy with your idea."

"I don't have much holding me here anymore." Christy wandered away from the telepath on guard duty. Her heart ached at the fact she had to call Annie for help, but Annie's luck power gave Christy the best chance she had to start over. Annie was shocked at the stories she'd heard, she was still loyal and caring.

Christy walked passed people dressed in Star Trek costumes, around tables selling Twilight materials, and around a lifesize mannequin of a Terminator as she made her way deeper into the convention. It was hard to appear happy and excited about the Fantasy and Science Fiction Convention she was walking through. She caught the eye of another blonde, and this one wearing a faded Team Alice Cullen tshirt. She wondered briefly if that was Sophie or Phoebe, both were Annie's lovers, but when she just got a nod she moved on to try and find Annie herself.

Christy cut through the tables, between where the sellers worked and came to the stairs she needed. A woman with black hair falling in waves to her mid back started to walk alongside her. Christy glanced to the side and was a surprised to see the light green skin out in the open. "I blend in better as myself here," Annie explained and glanced down at her Star Trek costume. When Christy glanced at it she noticed Annie blushed for a moment before her face became more controlled and her eyes trailed over the floor below. "I don't want you to leave."

"It's hiding or prison for me here," Christy spoke softer, seeing the young girl she'd taken in, hidden in what had become a rather confident woman before her. "I can count the number of people who want me to stay here on one hand Annie, and none of them can be around me when I have such a target on my head." Christy was surprised Annie even asked, even cared, with the disgust so many had voiced about Christy's past. Christy had carefully kept her past to herself, but that new mutant had the power to project her greatest secrets into the night sky and they'd all seen her at her worst. Maybe if she'd admitted to it before then, but she hadn't, and now the Xmen were out for her blood. "I can't win this battle here," She said to the woman next to her. "And I'm just so tired of defending myself from them. Even if they decided to stop this now it's too late. Once Scott called the government on my crimes it was over. I can't ever go back."

"Scott and the Professor called me to ask if I'd seen you." Annie told Christy as yet another blonde came toward them, and this one wore a Gargoyles shirt with Goliath in front of the moon. "I told them no."

"Christy," The telepath interrupted and then shared a concerned look with Annie. "If you want there to be lots of proof you've left the news crew will be set up in a few minutes to film the convention." Christy wanted the audience so that the government wouldn't keep looking, because she knew how they'd work. She didn't want the few people she cared about captured to try and lure her to surrender, and if she weren't there to surrender it would be worse.

"That's perfect." Christy muttered and Annie grabbed her hand, squeezing it tightly.

"I want to try something." Annie's eyes seemed to plead for Christy to agree and Christy was startled when two people she didn't know came right toward them. "Raine can copy some powers and transfer it to another person for a little while." Annie nodded to the woman coming their way. "And Doug can boost people's powers, so he can boost hers." Annie turned to stare Christy in the eyes. "I want you to have some luck to get you started in your new life. I want to give you that, so I don't have nightmares of what might be happening to you." Annie knew her too well and easily bypassed any argument Christy would give her. "It's a longshot, but that's what I'm good at. Maybe this will help." Annie gave her a partial smile.

Christy wanted to hurry before they were caught. Still she nodded her head for a questionable experiment that might not even work on her, since her body makeup wasn't typical. Raine held Annie and Christy's hand while Doug stood behind Raine gripping her neck in a large hand from behind. Christy didn't know these two, and wondered if Annie had hunted them down for her, because Annie didn't seem to hold that normal open expression she held near friends with them.

"Sophie." Annie spoke as the blonde's eyes widened.

"Military, coming in fast. We also sense the Xmen. This is going to be a battle if we don't move now." Sophie told them and Christy nodded, before giving Annie one last hug.

The scream of her power startled all the people on the floor below and Christy stood up on the railing as the portal she to another world opened up above their heads. She waited until the cameras of the tv crews moved to focus on the swirling light before she leapt into the portal trusting the luck Annie filled her with to pick her destination. From a place like this, with reminders of so many different realities Christy could end up almost anywhere.

Christy didn't want to land in something similar to what she'd just been in. She didn't want to stare into familiar faces and wonder if they'd hate her like these people had. Christy wanted a completely different world. No more mutants. Thoughts of all the possibilities filled her mind and for once, she appreciated what her power could offer her.

The light around her finally changed as the exit to her ride approached.

IN THE GARGOYLES UNIVERSE

Dominique Destine was not having a good day. She let out a huff of irritation as she crossed her arms and stared at the gun toting fool in front of her. It was a simple trip to the bank, so it was very disappointing to find herself being held hostage by a group of human scum with guns.

"Take it easy, unless you want the newspapers to have stories about how the CEO of Nightstone is bulletproof," a whisper near her ear. Before these men came in she'd been irritated to find Fox Xanatos in the bank. That had been bad enough to completely ruin her mood, and then these clowns came in.

Ignoring Fox she leaned up against the wall waiting as the braintrust of this little group struggled with what to do about the cops outside. Fox was to her left, and the mass of humans were to her right. The brunette woman next to her muttered under her breath. "This is supposed to be luck? I want a refund Annie." It was only noteworthy because it wasn't panicked or scared sounding. The woman talked to herself quietly just the once. That human stood as if not too concerned. That was much better company than the woman who wouldn't stop crying or the man who managed to shit himself when the warning gun shots went off.

After an hour of the bank robbers moving around, along with demands to keep quiet and a few threats to shoot someone if that blubbering old woman didn't shut up, Dominique develped an angry tick in her eye. Her day got a worse when the police call came through and they all heard how this was a much better organized crime than they realized.

"I don't think you realize what we have in here." The braintrust growled into the phone. "I have twenty two hostages, and it's the two that you are going to bend over and let me do you for." The vulgarity wasn't new. They'd been hearing similar comments from a few of these men. "I have Fox Xanatos and Dominique Destine in here."

Dominique glanced at the woman on her left. The shared look said it all, and a temporary alliance was in place. In her true form it would be a challenge to get out of this, but there were still several hours until nightfall.

…

Christy felt some disbelief until one of the redheads shifted her body and showed the blue tattoo that verified this was Fox and the other could be Demona in human form. She averted her eyes before either of the women noticed her.

Christy had been walking in the door when the guns went off, or she would have had time to recognize the signs, but still she'd calmly let them order her about. It wouldn't have paid to make it too obvious she wasn't a typical human when she was still trying to figure out where she had landed.

Not in this world for even six hours and she was sitting next to Demona. Christy watched the leader of the people holding them hostage. She didn't like the occasional looks he sent the redheads.

"We'll give you ten." The leader smirked and looked over the hostages. "Good faith and all, but you aren't getting any fire crotches. Get to work on the plane like I told you and I might consider giving you one." Christy didn't for a minute believe he'd more than think about it and say he was keeping them. He looked like a man who believed he had a get out of jail card. "And don't tell me you can't get a plane. I'm sure Xanatos has one. I'm sure he has a lot of things that will be useful."

The training and experience Christy had gave her a good idea of what these men would be looking for in a hostage they planned to keep, so she looked down at the floor and moved her arms to tighter to her body while twisting her hands nervously. With no one seeing her face she used her powers to darken her lips a little and to outline her eyes, instant makeup being nothing to a shape shifter.

A man roughly grabbed her chin and pulled her head up to look at him and she shied away. His gun was on his hip and his stance would mean that a good hit to his knee would take him down to the ground. She proceeded to play helpless and easily controlled, because she was trying to be picked to stay here where she could cause the most damage.

As they did marched some hostages out to meet the police Christy turned to the redheads and caught Fox's eyes. She let her own fake helplessness fade away before nodding. Fox's eyes widened for a moment before nodding back.

Men, older women, and that woman that annoyed them all by crying like it would help all left. Christy took in the nine other hostages and frowned. There were six young women and three men, two of which were young and small and a third that was old enough to be unable to run.

"Get up, Get up," a loud voice jerked her attention back to the middle of the room. She remembered to not look like she was challenging any of them. She got to her feet and ignored that one young woman to her right was so scared she was having trouble. That woman was jerked to her feet and screamed in fear.

Christy marched in a line and the luck that Annie tried to give her showed up, because there were four offices they were splitting the hostages up into three at a time. Christy went in with the redheads. "Don't fuck with us and you might all live, might," a man said and then slammed the door behind him.

Christy could tell a lot had been taken out of the room, like the phone, or any letter openers. She moved closer to the women even as she heard some crying in the office next to them. The walls weren't thick. It made her more cautious.

"My name is Christy. I counted eight," Christy told them. She'd had to look at the body language to know if she was counting someone more than once, because they all dressed alike and had masks over their faces. "But I think one of the hostages is in on this."

"The brunette with the blue suit," Fox answered her. "The one I came here to see."

"That hu… woman was in on this." Dominique hissed. "I was called in to deal with some paperwork." Dominique looked ready to kill and Christy could fully understand that. To the gargoyle it would be just yet another betrayal by humans.

Christy wasn't sure how to handle these two women with her. Admitting she knew too much in this situation could cause distrust when they could least afford it, but she did need to be taken seriously and to let them know they had more in their arsenal than they realized. How could she tell these two women, neither of which were human, that she wasn't either? They needed all their advantages, and if Fox or Dominique were watching what they did around her it would handicap them. Christy also needed help getting out of this without seeing any police, because she didn't exist in this world.

….

Demona paced like a caged animal and glared at Fox when the calm woman sitting on the desk gave her a head shake for doing it.

"We'll be out of here for dinnertime." Christy promised quietly and that had Demona wondering if they'd gotten an insane woman.

"Too much faith in the police?" Demona snarled at the brunette. "They're probably ordering lunch now and calling their families to say they won't be home tonight at all, so get comfortable."

It was clear this woman was a warrior, her lack of concern was surprising though. But then again, Fox was sitting comfortably too. Only Demona had a time limit for how long this could last before it caused her trouble.

Christy stared at Demona in a way that puzzled her. "IF I could end this in time for dinner, would you be willing to give me something?"

"I'm already being held captive, most likely they plan to make me pay my own kidnapping ransom. What do you want to add to my day?"

Christy said. "I can make all that go away, but it's going to cause me problems."

"What are you thinking of doing?" Fox sounded very curious and Demona stared at Christy seeing if they'd get an answer.

"I've been in much worse situations with a lot more bastards to worry about. I can take them out rather quickly." Christy seemed to be holding something back. "but then I'll have to avoid the police, sneak out of here, and change up my appearance until I find out if anyone has a good idea of what I look like, because the police won't get all nine of their bad guys back in one piece."

"So, since I'm going to have to watch my back if I take care of this mess, rather than wait for someone else to do it." Christy stared at Demona.

"If you're that confident, I am sure I can pay a mercenary to clean this up," Fox said, "but then again, I wouldn't mind getting my hands a little dirty again myself."

Christy smiled and glanced over at Fox. "If you want to toss money my way I won't turn it down. I do need to find a place to live after all, but my deal is for Dominique." Demona watched the brunette look at her again. She saw too much confidence in those eyes. "It won't cost you anything but time, and you have plenty of that don't you?" Demona frowned at that. "I want three dates." Demona's eyes widened in shock. "I won't expect any kissing or anything like that, but you and I will spend time together talking, having fun, doing something."

"Are you crazy?" Demona said.

Christy proved she was with her next words. "Now, if one of us planned the date the other would get veto rights, and each date would last at least 2 hours, where you do not ignore that I am there. I don't want you putting it off forever either, these would happen all in the next month."

Fox was chuckling and Demona turned to glare at her before turning her glare back to the idiotic human female trying to blackmail her into this. "And after all this would the pictures suddenly make it possible for you to blackmail me for money as well? Just ask for the damned money up front!"

Christy seemed a bit taken aback for a moment. "No, I really am after some time with you and I know you don't give that out to just anyone. I guess you could say my being here for this is a once in a lifetime opportunity and I have to strike while the irons hot, because my luck won't last forever." That made absolutely no sense to Demona, unless Christy was hoping to sway Nightstone into doing something.

"Come on Dominique, take the woman up on the offer." Fox taunted her and Demona gave her another glare. "Or I will." Fox laughed.

Christy looked amused and Demona took a step towards her ready to wipe that stupid grin off her face. Just her moving removed that look and Christy said. "I'll give you a free sample of what I can do, because I can tell they are checking in on every room and someone will be coming in here soon." How could Christy know this? "You'll see a small sample of my work and can decide if you want me to fix this. The price is just six hours of your time spread out over a month." She spoke and it was soft, as if she were trying to persuade Demona that this insanity was okay. "And I won't use that time to hurt you, trick you, or annoy you." Christy gave her a small smile.

"I seriously doubt you can avoid annoying me." Demona huffed and turned away from the woman. Silence filled the room as they waited for what Christy said was coming. Christy stared at the wall while her fists clench.

"Incoming," the woman sad, and then moved to the corner of the room and slid down the wall until she was hunched in the corner.

The door opened and a gun toting fool walked in. If he was alone she could wipe that look off his face. If she were in her true form no male would dare leer at her like that, and no strange woman would try to convince her to let herself be blackmailed into dates. "We're releasing three more hostages." His voice was deep and darkly amused as he glanced at Christy again. With the masks, all they could see of any of them were their eyes, but his said more than enough. Demona knew better than to think her or Fox would be released. They'd eventually have to fight their way out. "I thought I'd check and see if anyone in here is willing to barter for freedom."

Two men in the hall chuckled and Demona's fists clenched at the disgusting human slime. "With what? You already took our money and valuables." Christy sounded so naive. Christy slowly, timidly, stood up and took a tentative step closer, as if being lured to him and the male looked smug and dangerous.

Christy was actually luring that man in. She had some sort of plan. This was supposed to be her sales pitch for the deal she wanted to seal with Demona. Demona wanted to see what this woman thought she could do that would make Demona agree to anything.

…

Christy had heard these men talking in the hall. The man in the room had bet the other men with him that they could get a blow job in each and every one of the offices holding hostages. She wasn't sure if this was the end of their cycle of humiliating people or the middle. She hadn't been paying attention until these men had moved next door.

The girl next door was still crying. Christy pushed that thought out of her head as she stood and leaned up against the desk. She wanted this to appear easier than it really was, because she not only needed to get the job done, she needed to impress Demona.

Fox's interest would already be won, and if Christy needed to talk to her again she could. It was Demona that was the hard one, and the dangerous one. Demona was not completely wrong her in claims that humans were causing the end of her species, and she was right that something needed to be done. Demona was going at it like she was committing surgery with a chainsaw. Christy needed to get her to listen enough to at least show Demona how to use a scalpel, and to target the humans causing the most trouble. That was the only way to really protect the gargoyles, but years of bitterness had blinded Demona to that. Christy had spent the past few years doing exactly what she was talking about, targeted assassinations of character or a few regular assassinations. Before the Xmen had tossed her out she had been the surgical strike against those with too much power and hatred.

She knew just enough to realize that the clan in this world could be even worse than the Xmen had been. After how Christy was treated in the last world when they found out about her past she was planning to be more cautious. Demona would be an ally that could help if it came down to that. She'd asked for dates just to buy time and try and get the prickly female to listen, but she wouldn't be opposed to it if it became more.

The man in the ski mask stared at her and Christy made her breathing come out a little panicked. "What do you want?" He ran his free hand down his body and squeezed his balls. "Sex?" Christy's eyes widened and she manipulated her eyes enough to make a few tears fall.

"If you give a good enough Blow Job, I'm sure we could put your name on that list of the people we release next," he said. She needed him to say more.

"But I've never, I mean." Christy blushed and watched how he had to shift his stance as his pants grew tighter on him.

"Virgin? Really? Open up your shirt." Christy gritted her teeth and undid a few buttons, making sure to enhance what she could of her breasts without being too obvious about it. "Oh nice melons babe." She had gotten a few examples of tone, had a good grasp of his cadence. Voices were always harder for her.

Christy moved away from the door approaching him. "I don't want to stay here." She stood in front of him like a sacrifice and then glanced at the doorway. "But," She blushed as if the men watching was just too much.

The man shifted and Christy moved quickly lashing a foot out at the door while grabbing the man's head. With a quick jerk of her arms, using as much strength as she could she snapped his neck as the door slammed.

His voice came from her lips, "Don't need you Homo's staring at my junk." She lowered him to the ground, and glanced over at the women watching her. She didn't say anything but she took the gun from the man and anything else in his pockets or on his body that might need to come off and be handed to someone else. She then ripped his ski mask off and stared at his features, shifting his lolling head until she had it all. With the mask in hand she stood up and shifted.

Two women gasped behind her and she turned to face them. She whispered in her own voice. "So do I let these men catch me now and call it a day, or do I go out there and end this for you," she asked Demona. Her powers intrigued Demona, like Christy suspected they might.

Demona didn't answer quickly so Christy had to shift her voice. "I'll rip your fucking hair out if you bite down." She acted like that blow job was about to start. "If it helps," She whispered in her own voice. "I know that dead bastard is the only human in the room." That widened Fox's eyes, but Demona didn't look surprised.

Demona nodded. "Three dates. You get me out of this by nightfall, I'll do three dates." It sounded like a business agreement, but Christy grinned before pulling the ski mask on and lifting the dead man up. She hid him under the desk.

"Someone needs to pretend to comfort 'me' after this rape so they don't question why they don't see 'me." She told them as she tucked him in carefully. "And make sure you look like you'd love to kill me." Christy smiled and then took a deep breath and looked away from them. She couldn't look at them and do this.

"Suck it you bitch!" She growled out and moved carefully back to the middle of the room, so the sound would be right for those listening outside the door. She focused on listening and giving out embarrassing noises, ending with crying out in her own voice and a slammed fist against her other hand to make a slapping sound. "Man, we can't let a cock sucker like you go. It would be criminal not to use those talents," she said in his voice. Fox shocked her by filling in crying at the same moment so two voices were in action. She leaned down, nodded to Christy, and kept that sound up while hiding her face and pretended to be comforting the 'girl'. It made it so Christy could walk out of the room with the sounds of tears behind her.

….

Demona watched the door close before moving to the other side of the desk to examine the body.

"quick, clean." Fox was already checking it out. "Snapping a neck like that without any momentum going takes strength." Demona nodded and knelt down to look at the damage herself. In her human form Demona wouldn't have been able to do this. She knew it.

Her agreeing to that insane condition now had little to do with getting out of here before her own secret came out and more about giving her the time she needed to learn Christy's secrets.

….

Christy was dismayed to realize they had another office to visit. The two men with her were impressed with the last words 'he'd' given the woman in her office, and were joking about keeping the women weak enough to offer busy until this mess was over. Christy laughed and planned with the worst of them, but she had already decided that these two were going to be dead before the police came in.

"Okay, after this one I say we draw straws for the last office." The shorter of the two men with Christy said, while grinning at what was to be his office.

"Hell no man, that's the men's room." Christy muttered, making her guess based on the voices she'd heard in the office next to hers and the ones in front of them.

"Just two men and one woman." Shorty smirked. "I have a guy in this one, and I didn't back out."

"Yeah, you think that old man will offer to suck you? Get real you're safe here." The taller of the men with Christy shook his head. Christy was unsure how homophobic to act.

"You said every room man." The shorter man chuckled. "I say we don't pay up unless it's every room."

"Ah fuck." Christy grumbled and then nodded. She wasn't planning for them to get that far, but she was pretty sure these men underestimated the will to survive.

As they stood outside of the next room Christy cursed her need to take these men out quietly. She tried coming up with a plan that didn't have the short man going in there, but she couldn't take out both without making a sound or a mess. She needed to do this one at a time, carefully, and her stomach felt sick as she watched the shorter man step into the office.

When he found his victim he took Christy's lead and closed the door. Christy repeated her move snapping the taller man's neck as the door slammed shut. She then supported his weight and looked around for a place to hide the body. Flinging him over her shoulder she made her way to the copy room which she could hear was empty. The body ended up stuffed under the sink.

She was at the door and could hear the grunting of the man in there. She took a deep breath just after she heard him orgasm and took a stance that indicated she was amused at the success of the plan. She was grateful for the ski mask though, because she didn't have to smile as she did this.

He came out looking so satisfied with himself. "Okay, so far you were right." The short man glanced around. "Hey, where did he go?"

"Got so hard listening to you he had to take a break and hit the john," Christy joked and it worked. Shorty was walking with her to the fourth office.

"Oh, just so you know." Shorty looked smug as he looked over at her. "Cheryl's in this one. You'll have to take a hummer from a dude, because she won't give it." Christy quickly realized Cheryl was the inside man on this operation and took on the proper disgusted body language. "Either that, or you lose and I'll get ten percent of your take."

"That's fucking entrapment man," Christy growled, but then she noticed the broom closet and listened for any people in the area. The short man barely began to gloat when she spun around and crushed his throat. She would have preferred a more brutal ending, but he suffocated while she pulled him into the closet.

Since she had more samples of the short man's voice, and his mannerisms, Christy shifted again, losing a little height.

Moving like a man who had just pulled off the prank of the century Christy walked towards the sound of motion. She needed to figure out where the remaining five men were. She took in the layout of the place, but she also was trying to decide how lethal she needed to be with the remainder of the group. She still had to live in this world, and being labeled an unremorseful killer had hurt her in the past. She was going to make an attempt to leave the rest alive.

She found one man coming out of the men's room. He ended up unconscious on the floor of the ladies room. She bumped into another man just outside of the now opened vault, and she hit him hard enough to send him to the ground.

"Hey man, you okay?" a voice called out. Christy moved to look in and see the other three men all in there putting cash in bags.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She walked into the room with a cold look on her borrowed face. Someone noticed something wrong, but she kicked him, and then Christy slammed her fist into another guy.

"Jesus Ted." The leader of this mess stood with a gun in his hand staring at Christy. The gunshot echoed in the vault. She grabbed the man by the back of the neck and slammed his head hard into the table in the middle of the room.

That gunshot was going to make the police nervous, so she started to move faster. She needed to set the scene. Running across the building she yanked out the body of Ted and quickly dragged him to the vault. That bastard was going to be toted as a hero or a greedy bastard. She picked up the gun the leader had used and shot Ted in the throat. Two shots, so she knew her time was almost out. Police were probably organizing now.

The bag on the table snagged on her as she turned to leave and Christy caught it before it fell without even thinking about it. She was in a hurry, but as she stared down at the sack of fifty dollar bills Christy considered that she had nothing to start her new life with. She ran while creating pants with several pockets and she pulled pile after pile of bills out of the bag and shoved them in her pockets. She felt the awkward full feeling she got when she stored too much inside of her body, but she just used the keys to unlock the office, and locked them all back inside again.

She could hear the police rushing the front doors. "I was here the whole time." Christy gave them a smug smile. "It's almost over." She shifted her features, keeping her hair color the same, as some people might notice that much. She switched her eye color, the shape of her chin, many different features. "Will it work?"

"You don't look anything like you," Fox reassured her.

Christy stared into the studying gaze of Dominique Destine. "I'll contact you about our first date."

The office door was kicked in and Christy turned to stare at the police officer with shocked and scared eyes playing up the helpless role. He nodded to them and with his hands indicated they should stay here. Christy was done being able to talk. Now she needed to escape the police before her debriefing.

….

"I live in the tall building with the castle on it." Fox's breath tickled Christy's ear. The police were pulling Fox and Dominique out separately when Fox had grabbed Christy's arm and gave the police a cold look when they moved to stop her. Christy wasn't sure Fox had done her a favor, because these two redheads were going to get more attention to the three of them than Christy would prefer. "You said you needed a place to live. Come by after I get home and I'll see what I can do."

Fox pulled away after that and Christy glanced at the other redhead who was giving her a suspicious glance before turning it to Fox. The police escorted them out of the bank and into a very crowded street. People were roped off from the building itself. She knew she'd appear in photos as journalists kept taking pictures, but that was why she was in this form, to avoid being recognized later.

A tall dark haired man with a goatee strode toward them and Fox's smile indicated that this was her husband. "Be ready, your distraction is on the way." Fox muttered under her breath and Christy smirked as she realized Fox was planning to help out. The woman kind of reminded Christy of Mystique.

"David!" Fox's voice rose and she took a few strong steps toward the man even as he made his way to her. It was a movie type of embrace, as he found himself whipping Fox around, her feet not touching the ground, before Fox planted an amazing kiss on him.

Flashes from cameras were nearly blinding. Christy pretended to stumble, and then slipped into the mass of bodies being kept back by the police. Once she was passed the first layer of bodies she shifted to a non-descript man of her same size and waded back a bit further before switching to a woman she'd seen in the front row. She moved sideways until she could bend down and shift again. That kiss was going on forever and when Christy stood up and glanced around no one had noticed her do anything. They were so focused on a very heated kiss. Fox pulled back and glanced around. Christy watched Fox trying to spot her and grinned, but when Christy's eyes moved to Dominique's that woman was staring right at her. She hadn't been distracted by Fox's display. Christy nodded her head and then the police ushered the two redheads away, and started to look a bit frantically for the missing third.

It might have been easier to shift to a child with the smaller size making it possible to work her way backwards out of the crowd, but with her legs filled with her own stolen money, Christy was forced to maintain mass. She was jostled and a few people swore at her as she made her way out.

She'd been looking for lunch hours ago when she'd gone into the bank for change for a bill the vendor wouldn't take. Now she was going to find a place to sit down, eat, and perhaps read a newspaper, and get to know her new home. She had a dinner date with Fox tonight, apparently, and she suspected she'd be moving in at least for a little while.

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After a late lunch Christy made her way towards the tall building Fox mentioned. She sat in it's shadow taking in the habits of the people there. She bought a book and waited for Fox to get home. She was in the form of a very fit and muscular man to keep the other men from bothering her too much. The added mass also helped to keep her from being too uncomfortable with the load of money she had on her.

The limousine stopped in front of the building at nearly five. Fox and David Xanatos got out and walked into the building. She didn't follow just yet. She made her way into a bar and waited for the five o'clock news to see what was being said about the bank robbery.

An hour after sunset, Christy walked into the Xanatos building in her own form and moved to the security desk.