Chapter 1: Flashback
Ok, seeing as Fingolfia was getting a tad annoyed with my using her account and I figured that seeing as she isn't too fond of x-men evolution, she might not appreciate me using her account to post a fic on it…
So here is my x-men fanfiction. I have pretty much invented Kurt's past, but it is roughly based on all of the strange stories on it I have read… possible loopholes but at least I've tried
I do not own x-men or any of its characters (but I would like to… XD)
Chapter 1: Flashback
Professor Charles Xavier woke with a start: one of his students was not sleeping, again. Kurt Wagner, or 'Nightcrawler', had been struggling with a re-occurring nightmare and insomnia as a direct cause of this for over two weeks. The strain on Kurt's school life and mental ability was stupendous, but Professor Xavier was loathe to do anything about it, after all, he knew full well that his students did not much appreciate their minds being constantly on display. Charles would just have to wait until Kurt decided the time was right to turn to the Professor by himself. However long that could take.
As usual, Scott was the first student up and dressed, he sat in the kitchen reading the newspaper. There was a loud 'crack' and the well known 'bamf' sound as the kitchen filled with the smell of brimstone.
"Morning Kurt" he remarked casually, but only received an exhausted groan in return as Kurt poured out a mug of coffee, yawning.
"Didn't sleep again huh?" asked Scott raising an eyebrow.
"You can tell zat from me making a coffee?" Kurt responded.
"Dude, you put salt instead of sugar…" Scott sighed.
But it was too late. The fuzzy teen took a sip from the mug and spat it on the floor. Scott smacked his hand to his forehead. Kurt sat beside his friend and picked up another paper, taking another sip from the salty coffee, and then spitting it on the floor again.
Scott sighed again. "Why are you still drinking that?"
Kurt just shrugged in reply and took another sip, this time pulling a face as he swallowed.
"Still salty huh?" Enquired Scott, setting down his paper and looking across at his slightly bluer friend.
"Nein, just burnt my tongue" came the absent-minded reply. Scott shook his head in exasperation.
Logan walked into the room and took a seat at the table next to Kurt. He regarded the sleepy looking elf, and watched with amusement as he proceeded to walk to the cupboard and put vinegar in the salty coffee.
"Remind me never to ask the elf for a coffee" He remarked to Scott, then noticed Kurt swigging from the mug, gagging slightly and then observing it bemusedly.
"What the hell are you doing kid?"
"If I added sugar it vould taste weird because there is already salt in here. But salt and vinegar vork vell together… Just not in coffee…'
"Go back to bed kid. Your brain ain't working."
Scott smiled; the confused actions of a tired mind could be highly amusing.
Kurt sighed and looked at Logan through sleepy eyes. "I can't sleep. I keep dreaming and I don't like it so much." He admitted.
Always the voice of reason, Logan came up with the obvious idea:
"Then go see the Professor!"
Kurt considered it for a minute, and then put his coffee on the table next to Logan and teleported away.
"Stupid kid" growled Logan, absentmindedly drinking the coffee placed before him. Scott smirked as his instructor gagged and spluttered, spitting salt and vinegar flavoured coffee over the morning's papers.
"God dammit that stupid elf." He groaned.
The Professor already knew he was expecting a guest, so it was no surprise when his study lit up with the sudden light from a teleportation followed by the usual sulphurous odour. He was, however, surprised to turn and find Kurt trapped in a glass cabinet, squashing the trophies within.
Charles wheeled his way to the caged boy and released him.
"Sorry professor, I must've misjudged it" mumbled Kurt. The professor sighed and with a movement of his hand, offered Kurt a seat opposite him, which the teen accepted gratefully.
"Now Kurt, what seems to be the problem?"
"I can't sleep and…" Kurt began
"Ah, yes, nightmares?" asked Professor Xavier. Kurt could not reply due to a gigantic yawn so chose to reply by nodding his head, "Tell me Kurt, do you remember the time when you and I first met?"
"Sure thing Professor, at the train station ven you came to pick me up, what does that haf to do with anything?"
"Ah. Actually that is incorrect. The first time I found you was in a small village in Germany, and the second was in a hidden church in the mountains. Your mind had, for reasons I can only guess at, blocked the previous years of your life and your very sanity was unstable. The mind is a curious thing Kurt, and when I found you that day, it was almost broken; your memories imprisoned behind a wall you had accidentally built. Possibly to protect yourself."
"But professor, you're talking rubbish. I can remember before I came to the institute. I remember the Wagners…" He considered this for a second, and took the time to yawn again. "But zat vas years ago… Ok professor, you're right. But why is this important? If I don't vant to remember, then I must have a reason."
"Correct, however, it is my guess that the barrier you built is begging to fall apart and perhaps it is time that we unlocked what you've been hiding and, if necessary, re-seal it." Charles suggested, locking his fingers and peering over the top.
Kurt waggled his finger playfully at the professor, his usual cheeky grin lighting up his face, 'Now now, don't be going nosey! Vat if this stuff is private? Maybe you don't vant to filter through someone else's thoughts."
"Kurt, I really feel that this could solve your problems sleeping. If I plug into Cerebro, I could record your memories and view them on a screen, thus distancing them from you. Bit by bit we could solve them. Forgetting is not the way out; you have to accept your feelings and your past."
Hooked by the idea of finally being able to sleep again, Kurt agreed. Plugged into Cerebro, the professor placed his hands on the boy's head and closed his eyes. Moments later he and the child before him screamed. The professor threw himself back in his wheelchair and stared shocked at his student. Kurt remained seated, unable to move and paralysed with fear, staring ahead. His pale eyes were wide and blank, emotionless and a single tear dripped down his face.
Always on the lookout for trouble, Logan burst through the door and rushed to the Professor's side. He looked enquiringly at the professors shocked expression, then followed his gaze to the statue-like figure seated before the desk. Kurt slid slowly off the chair and fell to his knees, looking at the floor. Tears dripped down his cheeks.
"Now zat is something I did not vish to remember" he muttered, and then fainted.
Logan looked at the blue body and then turned to the professor.
"What the hell happened?" He growled.
The professor snapped back to himself and looked sadly up at Logan.
"I think we just discovered the past of Nightcrawler…"