He was hurt. Bad. He was rolled up into a ball. His tail was flinching in every way, and his fur was bruised and tattered. The young Nightcrawler had been attacked to the point where he lost all control of his powers. About every ten minutes, he'd teleport to another location.

So far he had teleported twelve times. The first had been secluded. The most luck he had all day. But the twelfth, not so secluded. He looked around, he could tell he was on simple grass, he saw metal diamond fences, a swing set, and a porch. Great, he thought, I must be in the middle of a subburban backyard. I can imagine it now, a town full of suburban residents attacking a blue fuzzy mutant. A clip from an old Frankenstein movie played in his head.

His body pulsed; he didn't know how much longer he could stay conscious. He put all of his energy into trying to life up as much of his body as physically possible, but only managed his head.

A dark figure blocked his vision though. From where he was the figure was extremely tall. The last thing he could feel was him being picked up when he finally lost all consciousness.

He woke up not knowing what to expect. He lay somewhat comfortably in what appeared to be a bed. He saw pink sheets around him. It was also a canopy, making it hard for him to tell the features of the room he was in. He tried to get up but there were some sort of strange restraints on his stomach. He looked at himself. Instead of his uniform, he was in old sweats and a t-shirt.

Somebody was walking in. He struggled to see who but could only make out the sillhouette. He could kae out the curves of the body, he guessed it was a young woman, maybe in her early twenties. She walked up to him, swayed the canopy to the side, and brought a damp towel to his face. But before any of this Kurt closed his eyes. He didn't want her to know he was awake. She got up and left leaving him to his thoughts.

Mein Gott. What is going on? Her husband probably told her to take care of me until he could get me to the government. No, I'm just being paranoid. Aren't I?

Three days went by as he watched her do various tasks. Things from exercising, writing, reading, and using the computer. The latter one was very popular. She seemed to be addicted to typing as he heard the sound a lot.

Her hair was dark and messy so he couldn't really make out her face. Due to the restraints though, he also couldn't make out much of the room. Kurt wanted to save his energy

It was day four as he rest in the bed. She came in the room and began to pick up old clothes. She opened the door and Kurt pushed aside the bed's canopy. She left the door open and he could see her putting up other towels in a closet. And to add, he felt the restraints were no longer on his stomach. This was it. This was the opportunity.

BAMF



He teleported behind her and grabbed her waist with his left arm, and grabbed tied his right hand over her mouth. "Who are you?" he asked somewhat threateningly.

"Mmmph!" She couldn't really answer due to his hand. He lowered it til his arm was around neck instead. "What are you trying to do to me?" she asked.

"Me? You brought me up here. Now answer my question, who are you?"

She began to choke under his arm. "Paige. My name is Paige Nelson."

"What was with the restraints?"

"Restraints? What are you talking about?"

He then tightened his grip on her, making it harder to breathe. "You know perfectly well. The restraints you put me in, on my waist."

"Those weren't restraints. Those were bandages! I took them off about a few hours ago because I thought you were fine without them. Can you let go of me now?"

He teleported them right back into her room, kicked the door closed and let her go. He looked around the room clearly for the first time. The walls were painted a light purple and had more posters than he could count. Most consisted of simple puppies and other small and animals, others of celebrities. It seemed to belong to a young teenager. One poster caught his eye. It was black, unlike the others. It had a man sitting in a chair with an old style razor in one hand, glaring outward.

"This is what I get for taking in a random mutant I find in my backyard." Kurt looked at her. "Well, mi casa es su casa. Or should I say, Mein Haus ist Ihr Haus"

The blue man gave her an extremely curious look. "Your accent if very thick. You are obviously German. Sorry, never read too much about the subject, unfortunately most books I find on it are about World War II."

"So sprechen Sie Deutsches?"

"Ja aber lassen Sie uns es auf englisch, es halten ist viel einfacher."

He nodded. "That's not all I know. I can speak French, Mandarin, Korean, Japanese, Dutch, Spanish, and Russian," She said.

He was shocked by this. He never met anyone so knowledgeable of so many languages. "So you are about twenty and speak eight languages. That can't be the truth."

She shook her head, "That's because it isn't." He lifted an eyebrow as she lifted aside her bangs and he got a real good look at her face. She had large brown eyes, and small lips. He observed her carefully and came to the conclusion that she couldn't be older than fifteen. "I'm fourteen."



"Oh, I didn't know." He was stunned. Did this girl take him from the backyard to this room by herself? She was about 5'6 and appeared maybe 120 pounds. She was definitely more, filled out, than girls her age. He then felt a sudden pain in his side and groaned. He was still sore.

"Oh crap," she sighed. She left quickly and came back with more bandages. She lifted his shirt to reveal his stomach and slowly wrapped the bandages around him. He flinched at her touch. Paige finished the job and scolded him. "You threaten me, antagonize me, then I have to go helping your dumb ass. Now who seems like the villain here?"

She got up again and searched among her own closet. "So I'm guessing you're one of those X-Men?"

"Ja. How did you know zat?"

She pulled out his uniform. It looked new. "I went ahead and sowed it up for you. Welcome." She threw it in his direction.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome to stay if you want. I'm not kicking you out. But if you want to contact that Professor Xavier guy you can. But if you do want to leave soon, make sure you don't lollygag outdoors."

"Vhy?"

She gave him a look that said, you're kidding right? "You truly have no idea where you are, do you?" He shook his head at this. "Fayetteville, North Carolina." The name sounded so familiar to Kurt, but he couldn't recall why that city was so special. "From this very spot, it would be about ten minutes to walk to Fort Bragg. Now I know mutants aren't all illegal or anything, but the people here are very hateful towards you…us."

"Us? You are a mutant too?"