Okay, dudes, I don't think I'm finishing Here and There. I wrote out about a chapter and a half more, but I'm too lazy to type it out. If you guys want, I'll scan the pages into my family's main computer and post the pics onto tumblr. But if anyone wants to continue it on, you have my blessing. I'm just not in my Doctor Who/Professor Layton phase anymore. I'm more on an X-Men kick, which is the reason for this story.

So, this a Kurt Wagner fanfic. As of timeline... I'll let you figure that out as you read.

Chapter 1-

I know I'm hearing something, something weird downstairs. It sounds as if someone's looking through something. Normally I'd sleep through it, but there's this annoying light flooding through the crack under my door.

Finally, I can't stand it any longer. Oh Dad, I think as I'm sneaking out of my room. Your midnight snacking has gone way out of control.

I can see the light's coming from the refrigerator.

"Ugh," I say as I reach the bottom. "Turn the damned light out-"

The figure in front of the fridge turns around. It's not Dad, but a boy, about my age. I then notice a dark cloak thrown on the kitchen table.

I squint. I'm so nearsighted that I need glasses, but not so nearsighted I can wear them all the time, so I normally leave them in the bathroom. I can make out details as the boy comes toward me, such as his height... and his fur... which is blue.

My mind races, and I suddenly remember the news reports:

"Attention! Mutants are not to be trusted! They threaten the whole of society. They want the Earth to themselves... and will destroy anything that gets in their way,"

"Mutants: Next stage of the human race or deadly weapons? Tune in at six,"

"We come to you from a home destroyed in the great mutant reveal..."

"Uh, hello," he says, interrupting my thoughts. He has a slight German accent. "I didn't know anyone was up,"

"Between the light and noise," I say, a bit nervous. "I couldn't sleep,"

He frowns. "I'll get out. Don't freak out. Don't call the cops," he reaches for his cloak.

"Really?" I ask. "That's it?" According to all the news reports, he was supposed to be... scarier. And attack me. I couldn't believe I was still able to stand.

Looking back at me, he says. "Yup, that's it. I got caught. By you. I feel lucky you didn't come downstairs with a gun," he rubs his shoulder, which I suddenly notice it wrapped up with a scarf. "Like at the last house,"

All the news reports in my head disappear. "You're hurt," I say. "Be right back," I run upstairs and to the bathroom, where I know there's a first aid kit. As I'm coming back down with it, he's disappearing out the back door. I notice that if there was no moon light, he would be invisible.

"Wait!" I exclaim. "Don't leave!"

He turns around. As he sees the kit in my hand, his face softens. "You..." he mutters. "You really want to help me,"

"Yes," I reply. There's a part of me that wants to run up to my room and forget this ever happened. I ignore that part of me. I walk toward his and slowly undo the scarf. He flinches as I finger the wound. "...Okay," I finally say. "The bullet only chipped your shoulder, didn't go in. However, shards from the bullet went into your shoulder, so it still hurts like hell," Saw it on Grey's Anatomy, I can't help but think.

He looks up at me. I notice his eyes, which are all yellow. "You're helping me," he says.

I slowly nod, and grab some bandages from the kit. "Yup,"

"Why?"

"You're... You're hurt,"

He snorts. "Yeah, right. That's not the reason at all. Are you getting paid for this? Are you being threatened? Are you gonna lock me up and sell me to the government?"

"No!" I exclaim, insulted. That was pretty mean, especially to a girl like me. "I'm helping you cos I wanna help you!"

He looks into my eyes. His gaze is hard, yet soft and weak. "...Really?"

"Really-really," I grab his arm. "Now let me do this,"

He tries to hold still while I work (I can tell), but can't help but flinch when I use the tweezers to get out the shards. "...Do you have to do that?" he eventually asks.

"Otherwise, they'll keep on infecting you and the wound will never heal," I reply. "Besides, it's good practice,"

"For what?" he asks.

I sigh. Could I risk telling a total stranger my biggest dream, which is also my biggest secret? What if he laughs? "I... I... I wanna be a nurse when I'm older," I finally admit, deciding to risk it. "Like... Like Rory Williams,"

He stares at me.

"You know, from-Oh, forget it," I grab some cotton balls as an excuse not to look at him.

"I'm still troubling you," he says. "No matter if this is helping you toward your dream or not. You shouldn't be doing this. I entered your house. I tried to steal your food. I-"

"Am going to stay here," I finish while I wrap his shoulder. Not only am I taking pity on him, I want to monitor his shoulder to see how it does.

"I can't let you do that for me," he says. "I'm not going to stay here.

"Where are you going to go?" I ask. It's cruel, but I want him to accept my help. "If you're resorting to breaking into people's houses to get food and stuff, you need someone to give you some help."

He sighs. "...A few weeks ago, my home was blown up. I just started running and didn't look back. I don't know if any of my friends are okay, or even where they are..." he looks at me. "I'm Kurt, by the way,"

I give him a small smile. "I'm Sara," As we shake hands, I notice he only has three fingers on each hand. Okay. Gonna have to get use to that.

That's it! There are three references to other franchises. I challenge you to get them all (hint: "Really-really" is the hardest).