A/N: Giving this random idea a try… Please review!

Chapter 1

Nightcrawler, or Kurt Wagner, decided to take a late-night stroll. Carefully slipping into a pair of rag-tag jeans he had begged off of Logan and an old circus shirt (dirty and crumpled), he pulled on his currently most prized possession: his visual enhancer. It was a small watch- cheap looking to minimize its chances of getting stolen- but it had an extra small button on the top, that, when pressed, cast a holographic image cloaking his normal appearance. His new appearance was a model of himself, only pale skinned and black haired, without all of the religious scars (much to his disliking; he felt naked without his religious scars), but Kurt still had to wrap his tail around one leg to keep it hidden.

Glancing over his shoulder into the quiet darkness of Xavier's School for the Gifted, Kurt teleported himself outside the wrought iron gates of the school. Hunching his shoulders forward, he headed down the street, eyes locked on his feet.

He continued in this particular manner for a while. Oblivious to the world around him, the mutant failed to notice the van creeping behind him, engine barely making a noise. Kurt's sensitive ears finally picked up the sound of air whistling around something quickly, and he turned around quickly in time to barely register the baseball bat swinging towards his head before…

WHACK!

He collapsed in slow motion to the cement, his eyes rolling upwards.

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Storm sat at the table in the kitchen, nursing a cup of hot chocolate, which really could no longer be called "hot" chocolate. She had been sitting up for hours, waiting for Kurt to come through the door. His room being next to her, she had heard him moving around. After his footsteps had ceased, she crept to his room and slowly opened the door (being the trusting soul he was, Kurt never locked his door) only to discover that he had gone. Storm stood in his doorway, staring at Kurt's unmade bed and barren room.

Now she sat at the table, waiting anxiously for Nightcrawler's return…

~*~*~*~

Bamf.

The sound of imploding air was surprisingly loud in the silent kitchen. Nightcrawler's footsteps echoed slightly off the white walls. As the echoing footsteps drew slowly closer, Storm suddenly awoke. She was still at the table; still weakly grasping her nearly iced chocolate.

"Wha…?" Ororo muttered quietly, momentarily confused. Then reality brought her back, and she stood up quickly. "Kurt!" she cried, her voice mingled with surprise, joy, and stern-ness.

Kurt stood there, looking down at the floor, and didn't answer. His shoulders were slouched more so then usual, his eyes were closed, and his head was hanging down onto on his chest. Nightcrawler stood motionless, his 6' 5" frame looking much more like barely over 3 feet.

Storm surveyed the mutant in front of her, concern slowly spreading through her form. "Kurt? Are…are you okay?"

No response.

"Kurt? Kurt, sweetheart, are you okay?" she asked, inwardly wincing for calling him a pet name. "What's wrong? Kurt?"

Kurt still didn't answer to her, though he did begin to tremble slightly. Gentle shivers shook his profile, and made it (after the stillness) impossible for Ororo to miss.

"Oh, Kurt…" Ororo sighed soothingly, then stepped forward and wrapped him into a hug. His arms went around her lightly, but there was no force in his hug, and he didn't really return it. It was rather like hugging an ex-lover, she thought, hugging him closer still.

The trembles increased intensity a bit more, but Nightcrawler still didn't return the hug. His eyes still closed and his head still bowed, Storm hugged him intensely, trying to get a response from him- any response.

Storm finally looked up at him, her eyes struggling to make out his face in the darkness. He still had his appearance modifier turned on, and she carefully turned it off, preferring his true look to the image Professor X had created.

She stared at his blue face, which was nearly lost in the gloom of the kitchen. Gentle rain had begun to patter at the windows, echoing her feelings. She couldn't see his yellow eyes; they were clamped tightly shut.

"Dear Kurt," she murmured, "you don't have to be afraid of me. I… I love you."

No tightening of his arms or any other response came from the man she wanted more than the world. Thunder rumbled lowly overhead.

Putting a hand under his chin, she lifted his head lightly, and moved her head closer. "Please, Kurt." Then she gently pressed her lips to his.

The trembling briefly increased, then tapered off. Nightcrawler didn't, much to Storm's disappointment, return the kiss in anyway.

She kissed him harder, then pulled away slowly, rain banging on the windows to echo the emptiness in the pit of her stomach.

Just as she was ready to run up the stairs and away from this rejection, his arms suddenly tightened. Nightcrawler lowered his head quickly, and kissed her neck tenderly. Well, this is differ—Storm thought, but froze as Nightcrawler opened his eyes and stared at her, grinning wickedly. His pupils! Goddess, they're…

Nightcrawler leaned back to her neck, and sunk his pointed teeth into the soft flesh. Blood dripped down her neck, and he gnashed his teeth harder, worrying the wound like a dog. Lightning flashed outside of the windows, and thunder boomed. Ignoring this, Kurt's tail suddenly swung, taking the baseball bat he had been hit with earlier out from behind him and whipping it with surprising force at Ororo's head.

CRACK!

Storm staggered. His pupils…

Down she sank to the floor, Nightcrawler grinning at her, his teeth bloody.

…they're dilated…

Nightcrawler leaned over and picked her unconscious form up roughly.

Bamf.

~*~*~*~

By the time the rest of the school was awake, mutterings of rumors were already whispered through the halls. The new elf dude, Nightsomething, and the sexiest teacher in school were gone, or so it seemed. No one knew where they were, and most of the children (having suspected that Prof. Ororo had the hots for the new guy) thought they had left together.

"Where are they?" Scott asked to no one in particular.

"I do not know, Cyclops. They certainly did leave together, that much I know, but I cannot trace them." Professor X said, making Scott jump.

Logan arrived and raised an eyebrow. "That's a bad thing, right?"

A/N: The "dilated pupils" refers to the comic adaptation of X2… I think that's it… More to come, please review! Reviews are a gooooood thing… and yes, I except flames :P But I would prefer normal reviews lol.