Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this story. I wish I owned Kurt, *sighs*... I'm also not making any money from this. I probably shouldn't even have to tell you this. The almost exact same thing is posted at the top of every other story on fanfiction.net! Wait, I own Kurt, but I'm late for my compulsive laying class...

Summary: Stryker has managed to survive the Alkali Lake incident, and he has gotten back to trying to solve the "mutant problem". But what does he want with Kurt?

Rating: PG for action. Maybe a dash of romance there... And of course plenty of suspense.

Author's notes:

*This* is a sound.

This is thought speech.

This is thought.

Yes, yes, I suppose it is slightly AU because Stryker survived, but I mean, it might of happened. Also, he is a very important part of this story, so I suppose he had to survive.

Story status: Kurt's a teacher at Xavier's school, and Jean is dead. The president has not enforced the Mutant Registration Act. He is not aware that Stryker has labs that are still in operation, either... This fic will mostly center around Kurt. Not a Kurtty.

Kurt and Logan have gotten to be good friends, and there's a little relationship between Kurt and Ororo, I might do a little with that. But I believe Kurt's heart belongs to Jimaine. Stories need a few couples here and there, but I won't write much of it though.

I apologize to all the real German speakers out there. If I messed Kurt's German up, blame the Internet translator. I'm innocent! Also, I'll try to write in his accent. Don't flame if it's not perfect!

Also, please forgive my limited knowledge of some X-men universe matters. I hope it won't be too obvious in this fanfic.

Oh, and don't hate this fic because I messed up the beginning. I don't really remember every detail!

Also, if you didn't know (and I didn't until I researched,) Jean Gassion is a famous acrobat. He's not to be confused with Jean Gray.

*Ahem* On with the show...

Burning Blue

By Arayah

"Sir, are you lost?"

A man looked up at the guard through thick yellow glasses, but did nothing but stare.

"Are you lost, sir? The guard tried again.

Kurt felt his tail unfurl from the coil around his leg, slowly extended it, and was painfully aware that the guard could now see the blue appendage snaking between his legs.

The guard reeled back like he had been slapped. "Security breech!" He cried as the mutant dashed for him, but that was all he managed to say before the mutant was on top of him, leaping with far more force than necessary. It was enough to flip the man on his back and crush every last ounce of air from his lungs. He glanced down at the guard, then leapt off his chest with such agility that he would of put Jean Gassion to shame.

More secret servicemen, alerted by their fallen comrade, began to fill the halls. Kurt didn't have time to think. Only act and react. He felt his foot connect with the back of one man's head. Then suddenly, *BAMF*.

He was on top of someone else. The guard never had a chance to think before he crumpled to the ground. None of the others did, either. He was trapped in a whirlpool of leaping, dodging, running, and teleporting.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Kurt thought this has to be a dream. But he wasn't sure. Everything was so real. The pain, the screams... Everything.

He heard the shouts of the many surrounding him. He was now practically in a mid-teleporting state. He would appear for a brief second, incapacitate another panicked guard, then disappear with a *BAMF*, leaving behind a faint whisp of blue, smoke-like atmosphere, and the acrid smell of brimstone.

The guards barely noticed the stench. Then again, you don't pay much attention to smell when you're being flipped around like salad.

Now there was a lot more than thin whisps of blue mist here and there, the entire section of corridor was filled with an indigo haze.

And only one person was left standing.

With a final glance around the hallway, Kurt turned to a door and opened it. He didn't know why he decided to open that particular door, but he did.

The cerulean mist seeped into the office, and Kurt used it as a shield to see what he was up against.

There was another *BAMF*, and everything seemed to turn to a blur.

The next thing Kurt remembered was being on top of the president. Pinning him. His tail slipped a knife into his hand. But the president began to change. The face began to shift, the features, distorted. Then the it seemed to shift into someone Kurt knew.

Charles Xavier was under him.

Kurt finally seemed to gain control of himself. He stumbled back. Why was he moving so slow?

"You are a monster, Kurt. You tried to kill." The professor whispered.

Except it wasn't the professor now. Ororo now stood in front of him.

"I thought you believed in God." She hissed.

"Nein! I mean, ja, of course I follow God, but I am no monster!" But Kurt had the feeling he was fighting something he had no hope of winning against.

Kurt turned around, to face Logan.

"Logan! You know-"

"Be quiet, freak. You don't belong."

Kurt backed up. Surrounded by his friends. Except they weren't. Would real friends do this?

"Your own mother threw you away..." Another muttered.

"Was ist los? Warum tun Sie dies?" He cried, only to realize he had shouted it in the wrong language.

The X-men had disappeared, only to be replaced by an angry mob. And Kurt had a feeling he had seen this angry mob before.

"It's the demon!" A women shrieked.

"Kill the freak!" Another shouted.

"It eats children at night! No one's safe!" A man screamed, waving his hands in front of the crowd.

"Nein! Ich verletze nie jedermann! Er war-" Kurt sputtered.

He glanced around frantically, looking for anyone. His eyes penetrated the crowd, and finally he spotted what he was looking for. "Jimaine!" He shouted with pleading eyes.

She glanced up, but did no more.

Kurt continued to yell, but his friends and family wouldn't repond.

He stumbled back further now, and began to feel as though he was falling. But something grabbed him, wound itself around his waist. A rope? It was tugging him... Pulling him...

He screamed.

* * *

Kurt opened his eyes, and frantically eyed the room. Looking for what?

He was safe. Inside. Away from the horror that had happened at the White House, away from the Oval Office. Away from Weisenburg.

Kurt felt a small twitch of a smile as he realized his own tail was wrapped around him. Not a rope.

It had been a dream, but the remarks still stung.

"Kurt?" A soft voice asked.

Kurt spun around, half expecting some cruel comment, but no. It hadn't happened. It was a dream.

"Kurt, are you all right?" Ororo pressed, "you were shouting in German..." She sounded worried.

Kurt nodded slowly. He was still a little tense, even though the details of the dream were starting to slip through his fingers, but the insults were still fresh. "It was just an Alptraum... A nightmare." Kurt explained in a small whisper, eyes downcast.

"Care to talk about it?" Ororo questioned, coming closer to him.

Kurt shook his head, and Ororo respected his privacy.

"Will you be okay?" She asked, hoping to at least know if the unnamed incubus was going to trouble him further.

"I am thinking zhat I vill be quite all right." He assured her.

She came a little closer, hoping that if she could not know what was troubling him, that at least she could offer some comfort. He glanced up at her. "Kurt, this is the second night in a row-"

She was interrupted by a low whistle from the hall way.

"Don't mind me, lovebirds, I'm just... patrollin' the halls." Logan grinned.

Ororo turned to face him. "Logan, just because you are lucky enough to have a working door, doesn't mean you have to rub it in that Kurt's was destroyed in the raid!" She was seething.

There had been an invasion of the mansion only a few weeks earlier, and not all of the school had been restored, although there was a security system in the making that would put Fort Knox to shame.

Ororo glanced up at Logan, then turned to the door frame, and gave Kurt one last glance. "Just holler if you need anything, okay? I'll be just across the hall."

"And I'm only a bamf away!" He grinned, pointy teeth showing between azure lips.

Logan watched Ororo walk back to her room, and close her door. Too bad she has one, he thought with a mental chuckle.

He took a few steps into Kurt's room, not quite sure if he should be there.

"You okay, Kurt? I think I heard exactly what 'Ro heard. Didn't know you could scream so loud." He rubbed an ear for emphasis.

"It vas just a dream. Zat's all." Kurt whispered.

"No. I know dreams don't make you scream. When I have a nightmare like that, I wake up on a pile of fluff, having torn up the mattress with my claws."

Kurt smiled faintly.

"So you wanna talk about it?"

Kurt looked up at his friend. Somehow he felt a bond between, that was to... sensitive with Ororo. He didn't want to frighten the beautiful mutant.

"It vas... about vhat happened at zhe Vhite House." Kurt whispered.

Logan shot him a look of understanding.

"About what Stryker did?" He muttered.

"Ja."

Logan shot him a meaningful look. "Even after fifteen years... I still wake up with nightmares." It was now Logan's turn to look down at the floor. He never talked about this.

"But at zhe end," Kurt continued, "I vas in the office. Vith zhe president. And... Everyone else vas there. They vere... Vell, it was like some times in Germany."

Logan knew what he meant. "You know that none of us think that you are a monster. And for a good reason too. You have more kindness... And compassion, and all that niceness rubbish than the rest of the X-men combined."

Kurt smiled.

"More than me, that's for sure."

"Nein, mein Freund! The good in you is only hidden." Kurt argued.

Logan shrugged. "You might be right, Elf."

"Es war gut, Sie sehend Logan, bildet-" Kurt was interrupted.

"English, Kurt! English!" Logan grinned playfully.

"Ach. Sorry." He put his hand to his head. "That happens when you try to think in two languages at once..."

"Don't say I know the feeling."

"It was good seeing you Logan." Kurt looked up.

"Anytime. Try to sleep peacefully, 'kay?"

Kurt nodded. "You too, mein Freund."

Logan turned, and gave one last look at the blue German, and walked out the door frame.

"Have good dreams too, Herr Logan." Kurt whispered, before laying back down on his bed.

He closed his eyes and tried to forget the horrible nightmare that had awakened him such a short while ago. tried to block out the images of pain, rejection, and horror.

Tried to forget all that had happened over the years, and tried to focus on the now. He was now in a safe place, now with people that understood him to a good degree, now at a place where he did not have any fear of showing his face. But still he remembered the past. Not all bad, of course. His thoughts touched on Jimaine, and the circus, where he had been the star as the "Amazing Nightcrawler". He remembered his late night talks with his adopted sister, chatting so late, that they were usually too tired to wish each other a good night's sleep before nodding off.

Kurt gave a mental shake of his head. It was unlikely that he would ever see Jimaine again, with an entire ocean separating them.

He was just finally drifting off to sleep, letting slumber take him, when he suddenly opened his eyes.

*Click*

Kurt cautiously peered into the night. Now he was thankful that he had no door, for he would never of seen what was just outside his room.

There was someone looking through his hollow door frame.

And that certain someone had a gun.