Kurt's Raincloud
DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters. I make no profit off of this fanfiction. (Sorry, I couldn't think of anything sarcastic or witty. Maybe next time…)
"Danke, Mien Gott, fur das - " Kurt Wagner was going to thank the Lord for the lovely weather when he felt some wet spatters on his head and arms. A few moments earlier, the sky had been completely blue. Puzzled, he looked around. Some of the children were in the pool, some were sunbathing. No-one else had felt the drops. He was far enough from the pool to keep from getting splashed. He felt them again. He peered up. A small rainclound hovered above him. He tilted his head, looking around. He moved to his left. The cloud followed him. He ran to the right. The cloud started to rain more.
"Was - ?" Nobody else seemed to notice the little cloud. BAMF!
Kurt appeared beside the tennis court. So did the cloud.
BAMF! The swimming pool. Some of the smaller children started at his appearance, but they were now accustomed to him, so thankfully no-one burst into tears. The rain cloud was back after a second. There were small puddles of water where he had been.
BAMF! BAMF! BAMF! Under the trees, behind the shed, over by the sunbather's lounge chairs. Ororo was reading a book, stretched out on the chair furthest from him. She appeared not to notice that anything unusual was happening. Kurt's eyes narrowed.
BAMF! Kurt ended up beside Logan, who was relaxing with a beer in one hand, a cigar in another. The cigar got drenched, and the beer got watered down. Wolverine, now soaking wet, glared up at Kurt, who smiled and left quickly.
BAMF! Kurt sat down beside Professor Xavier, who was watching the finches flutter about in the trees.
"Hello, Kurt."
"Guten Tag, Herr Professor!"
"Your raincloud has gotten lost." Professor Xavier supressed a smile.
"Ja. It would not follow me to you." Kurt smiled at Ororo, who was watching from across the grounds. Kurt lowered his voice to a mock whisper. "I think it was afraid."
"Hmmm. I think that it had better stay afraid. I don't want my best bird guide water damaged." Charles peered over at Ororo, who was watching them intently. She adjusted her sunglasses, and suddenly, it was pouring rain.
BAMF! BAMF! Professor Xavier shook his head, and once the small raincloud left, he pulled his bird book out of his jacket again.
Beside Scott (who frowned), behind Rogue (who shrieked at the cold water), on top of Peter (who started, staring around), and finally, behind the chair where Ororo was sitting. The rain cloud did not follow him there.
"Hello, Kurt!" Seemingly surprised at his sudden visit, she smiled up at him. He smiled back, before grabbing her around her middle and Bamf-ing her to a few feet above the swimming pool. He let go and teleported back to the white plastic lounge she'd been sitting on. He just caught the last bit of her scream and the satisfying splash as she fell into the cold water. He picked up the book she'd been reading and settled himself into the warm seat. What a lovely day.