A Question of Faith
By idsunki
Chapter 1
Let's see, Kurt thought as he looked over his list.
New image inducer, complete with multiple pre-programmed
identities?
Check.
Winter jacket, perfect for lending to a cold girl on a cool
night?
Check.
Rapier?
Check.
Portable heating unit for rapid fur-drying?
Check.
Plenty of shampoo?
Check.
So what was missing? He knew he had to be missing something. He
stopped himself from chewing on his pen (one pen exploding in his mouth
because of his sharp canines was more than enough to teach him) and
settled for tapping it on the table as he scanned his memory. The
problem with Christmas, he reasoned, was that by the time you got
around to writing your letter to Santa, you never could remember what
you had wanted in the first place. Maybe a little walk around the
grounds would help clear his mind.
Two hours (and no inspiration) later, he wandered back into the
mansion feeling dejected. He knew there was more he had wanted, but he
couldn't remember it for the life of him.
"Hey Kurt!"
He turned to see Kitty on her way from the kitchen to the stairs.
"Guten Tag, Kitty," he said without much enthusiasm.
"You alright, Fuzzy? You look a little... uhm, cold." She had
been about to say "blue," but had quickly thought better of it.
"Nein, I am fine. I just can't remember what I was going to put
on my Christmas list. There was something important that I forgot."
"Don't worry, you've still got three weeks to remember," she
smiled helpfully.
"Well, ja, but I like getting my letter out to Santa at least two
weeks ahead of time."
Kitty blinked. He was how old, and still believed in Santa Claus?
She knew he'd grown up sheltered, but this was too much. "Uh... don't
worry. I'm sure 'Santa' will be able to figure it out."
"I hope so," Kurt said without conviction, completely missing the
condescending tone in her voice.
"I... gotta go. I need to finish up my, uhm, Hanukkah list." She
quickly ran up the stairs, hand over her mouth to fight down the
giggles she felt welling up. Wait till the guys heard this!
For Rogue, the morning was a time for reflection and sleeping in,
especially during Winter Break. It was one of the only times she didn't
need to wear her mask or keep her guard up. In the early morning hours,
underneath the blanket, she could entertain fantasies that she would
never admit to after a shower and a change of clothes. This morning,
Rogue wished more than anything that she was Jean Grey. That way she
could have thrown Kitty out of the room, slammed the door and locked it
without having to move a muscle.
"Rogue, are you even listening to me?" Kitty demanded, her voice
high-pitched with excitement.
"You woke me up at an ungodly hour for that?" Rogue demanded.
"It's like, almost noon Rogue. Don't you think it's a bit weird
that Kurt still believes in Santa Claus?"
Rogue burrowed back under her covers. "Says the girl who ordered-
"
"I told you to shut up about that hat!" Kitty growled.
"Y'know, you could just leave Kurt alone. Let him have his little
fantasy if it makes him feel better..." Rogue risked a peek out from
under the covers. She sighed when she saw Kitty's face. "You're not
gonna leave me alone about this, are you?"
Kitty shook her head.
"Fine, go talk to someone who cares, or I'll make sure you don't
remember this entire Winter Break," Rogue glared at her, managing to
look threatening bundled up under her covers, "even though I might,
like, start talking like a total valley girl, like get it?"
Kitty's smug look vanished, then she fled the room.
"Kitty, don't forget to close the... dammit."
Rogue really wished she was Jean Grey.
By idsunki
Chapter 1
Let's see, Kurt thought as he looked over his list.
New image inducer, complete with multiple pre-programmed
identities?
Check.
Winter jacket, perfect for lending to a cold girl on a cool
night?
Check.
Rapier?
Check.
Portable heating unit for rapid fur-drying?
Check.
Plenty of shampoo?
Check.
So what was missing? He knew he had to be missing something. He
stopped himself from chewing on his pen (one pen exploding in his mouth
because of his sharp canines was more than enough to teach him) and
settled for tapping it on the table as he scanned his memory. The
problem with Christmas, he reasoned, was that by the time you got
around to writing your letter to Santa, you never could remember what
you had wanted in the first place. Maybe a little walk around the
grounds would help clear his mind.
Two hours (and no inspiration) later, he wandered back into the
mansion feeling dejected. He knew there was more he had wanted, but he
couldn't remember it for the life of him.
"Hey Kurt!"
He turned to see Kitty on her way from the kitchen to the stairs.
"Guten Tag, Kitty," he said without much enthusiasm.
"You alright, Fuzzy? You look a little... uhm, cold." She had
been about to say "blue," but had quickly thought better of it.
"Nein, I am fine. I just can't remember what I was going to put
on my Christmas list. There was something important that I forgot."
"Don't worry, you've still got three weeks to remember," she
smiled helpfully.
"Well, ja, but I like getting my letter out to Santa at least two
weeks ahead of time."
Kitty blinked. He was how old, and still believed in Santa Claus?
She knew he'd grown up sheltered, but this was too much. "Uh... don't
worry. I'm sure 'Santa' will be able to figure it out."
"I hope so," Kurt said without conviction, completely missing the
condescending tone in her voice.
"I... gotta go. I need to finish up my, uhm, Hanukkah list." She
quickly ran up the stairs, hand over her mouth to fight down the
giggles she felt welling up. Wait till the guys heard this!
For Rogue, the morning was a time for reflection and sleeping in,
especially during Winter Break. It was one of the only times she didn't
need to wear her mask or keep her guard up. In the early morning hours,
underneath the blanket, she could entertain fantasies that she would
never admit to after a shower and a change of clothes. This morning,
Rogue wished more than anything that she was Jean Grey. That way she
could have thrown Kitty out of the room, slammed the door and locked it
without having to move a muscle.
"Rogue, are you even listening to me?" Kitty demanded, her voice
high-pitched with excitement.
"You woke me up at an ungodly hour for that?" Rogue demanded.
"It's like, almost noon Rogue. Don't you think it's a bit weird
that Kurt still believes in Santa Claus?"
Rogue burrowed back under her covers. "Says the girl who ordered-
"
"I told you to shut up about that hat!" Kitty growled.
"Y'know, you could just leave Kurt alone. Let him have his little
fantasy if it makes him feel better..." Rogue risked a peek out from
under the covers. She sighed when she saw Kitty's face. "You're not
gonna leave me alone about this, are you?"
Kitty shook her head.
"Fine, go talk to someone who cares, or I'll make sure you don't
remember this entire Winter Break," Rogue glared at her, managing to
look threatening bundled up under her covers, "even though I might,
like, start talking like a total valley girl, like get it?"
Kitty's smug look vanished, then she fled the room.
"Kitty, don't forget to close the... dammit."
Rogue really wished she was Jean Grey.