A/N- This is my first Evolutions story, I have only really written Inuyasha before so please bear with me.

Please, please review…

I do not own Evolutions or any of the characters but could I please buy a time share on Kurt….please..?

Chapter One

Kitty phased through the bedroom door carefully holding a bowl of soup in front of her; the room was in pitch darkness when she entered but she knew the occupant was awake from the glowing golden eyes glaring balefully in her direction.

"Hey Kurt, how are you feeling? I, like, brought you some soup."

The golden orbs widened in fear and the light blinked on suddenly, the cord pulled by a long and agile blue tail.

"YOU brought me soup?!" Kurt's voice was incredulous. "Are you trying to kill me?"

Kitty flushed red and slammed the bowl down on the bedside table causing hot soup to splash over the sides.

"There's no need to be like that! I'm trying to do a nice thing, Kurt, it's not my fault your sick."

"Oh no?" Kurt raised one eyebrow. "Whose cake did I eat this morning when I was mysteriously alright?"

"Are you trying to blame my birthday cake?"

Kurt looked up at her and frowned as if thinking.

"Er, let me think about that…JA!!"

Kitty spluttered in apoplectic rage and advanced on Kurt menacingly.

"I was up all night cooking that cake you ungrateful, blue..er..blue..er.."

"I wouldn't come any closer if I were you." Kurt gulped turning a darker shade of blue than usual; his fur rippled in distress as he choked once and then was sick all over the floor.

"Mein Gott in Himmel," he gasped falling back against the pillows. "Was did you put in that cake? Cyanide?"

"Ew!" Kitty jumped back looking disgusted. "I'll get Jean to clear it up."

"Don't make Jean do it, it was you cake that caused it, Catherine!"

"Don't Catherine me, Kurt."

"Why not, Catherine? Was are you going to do?" Kurt glanced sideways at the soup before groaning. "On second thoughts, you could always cook me to death."

"You'll be sorry for this you..you…DEMON!"

With that scathing epithet Kitty turned on her heel and stalked out calling for Jean to come and use her powers to clear up the mess Kurt had made.

(Meanwhile)

Downstairs Professor Xavier felt a familiar tug at the edge of his mind, it was one he had felt each day for almost two years now.

"You must please excuse me for a moment, Logan."

Charles Xavier spun his wheelchair towards the door and set off towards the bathroom, once safely ensconced in a cubicle he pressed his fingertips to his temples and concentrated.

Almost immediately he felt the barriers of Kurt's mind open up to him as the young blue mutant slipped into sleep; Charles began the daily ritual of mending the damage of the barriers he had placed in the mind, they eroded bit by bit each day and needed constant strengthening.

He knew that no-one else in the Institute would understand, or allow him to continue, invading Kurt's mind without his knowledge – he had long ago suppressed the feeling of wrongness that came with invading a consciousness that had not invited him; this was necessary.

With a blanch of shock he realised that one barrier had almost completely disintegrated; nothing like this had ever happened before, the barriers usually had some small erosion but nothing as vast as this hole in the mental wall; it was as if the memories inside were so potent they had blasted their way out of confinement.

As Charles repaired the wall he shuddered to imagine what would happen if all the barriers he had carefully put into to place were to fail; three hours later when he finally rolled down the corridors to his room he was exhausted but satisfied.