A/N: Still using this as more an exercise to get myself back into writing. It's hard for me, I guess, so many things I wanna write but my drive to do so just jumps all over the place. Ah well, enjoy another installment here.
31. Home
"For me, home was a puppy named Buck…cutest dog ever. All those fuckin' zombies…"
It's movie marathon night, and Pyro, being Pyro wants to watch zombie movies. All the zombie movies. Classic Romero, Shaun of the Dead, 28 Days Later, Zombieland…and Kurt and Logan offered to chaperone, taking payment in what is admittedly the lion's share of popcorn, assorted candy and a healthy mix of soda for Kurt, beer for Logan.
Logan finds he can relate to this Tallahassee guy; granted if the zombie apocalypse ever happened, he'd just use his claws rather than the cobbled together weapons Tallahassee makes, but still he can't help but feel a sense of kinship with him. The feeling only increases as he picks up his little family of Columbus, Wichita, and Little Rock, and it's revealed that Buck wasn't exactly a puppy…
Kurt snuggles against him, pulling his arm further around his shoulders. He's as into the movies as the kids, the light of the tv playing over his face. Almost like he can feel Logan's gaze he glances up and smiles. Logan finds himself repeating Tallahassee's line, only with his own twist.
"For me, home was an elf named Kurt, cutest teleporter ever. All those fuckin' zombies…didn't stand a chance."
32. Confusion
It wasn't his fault nobody thought to keep him in the loop about new guests staying in the mansion, and it sure as hell wasn't his fault nobody told him the guy could barely speak English, and understood only the most basic of phrases.
That said, it only took one instance of Logan trying to call him for dinner like Storm asked, being ignored and getting increasingly insulted until Storm realized the situation and stepped in, before he decided to put a permanent end to the confusion.
"Here, you and me, we're gonna learn to communicate," Logan declared, plopping on the couch with Kurt and tossing him a German to English and back again dictionary. Kurt looked from the small battered book in his three fingered hands, then up at Logan before his face split into a wide grin that Logan found himself returning. He watched as Kurt flipped through the pages, scanning the phrases.
"Thank you," he began, slowly, his accent thick. "My name is Kurt Wagner."
Logan laughed, and pulled the dictionary over, finding the right phrases. "Hallo Kurt. Mein name ist Logan." He held out his hand for Kurt to shake, which he did, still smiling beatifically.
33. Fear
Kurt has known fear. He has seen it in the eyes of those who look upon him, not seeing beyond his mutation, seeing only a demon. He has felt it from time to time; being made Stryker's puppet springs immediately to mind. But that time, and every other time he has felt it was mainly for himself, the fear that he was no longer in control of himself, the fear of being hunted down. That fear speeds his pulse, shortens his breath and makes his 'ports sporadic at best.
The fear he feels now is not that fear. This fear, as he holds Logan's life in his hands, hands which are slick with blood, sits heavy in his chest, stealing his breath completely. It leaves a coppery taste in his mouth, leaves him wanting to seize up but he mustn't.
He knows that Logan is so very strong, and his healing factor perhaps the best ever seen, but this wound he had returned with (and how had he gotten home, so grievously injured? The question clenches at Kurt's heart) had nearly decapitated him, and leaves Kurt with the fear that this time was too much and Logan will not wake up from it.
He shakes his head, and goes back to pressing his palms against the wound, fighting through the fear to try and will the blood to turn round and the skin to knit together and for Logan to wake up damn it and make it up to him for making him so afraid.
34. Thunder/Lightning
Logan dreads thunderstorms. Thunderstorms mean the grounds turn to marshland, and all the kids are stuck inside where eventually they get bored. Sure they don't come whining directly to him anymore (they'd learned better), but it was still a little more than irritating, seeing the little ones and more grown up ones alike laying around, sighing despondently and generally making it known that they are displeased with the turn of the weather.
Kurt, on the other hand, loves thunderstorms. The power never gets knocked out at the mansion of course, but still, he turns out as many lights as he can, and usually can coerce at least some of the little ones into a game of hide and seek, which he is very, very good at, sneaking from shadow to shadow and blending in, in a way that is more than a little unnerving.
Logan grows to like these games, because even though the kids may cry unfair at Kurt's use of the shadows, they don't come crying to him and he's able to put his feet up and wait for the storm to blow over.
35. Bonds
Logan opens the door to the bedroom his and Kurt share when there's a knock at it, and he nearly shuts it again when he sees who's on the other side.
"It vould be better if you didn't ask, but you can lay the blame on Bobby," Kurt mutters, not meeting his eyes, instead looking at the floor. His left hand is stretched out and joined with Remy's right, frozen in a thick layer of ice.
"His attempts at impressing Miss Rogue backfired, obviously," Remy added sourly. "We would have asked Johnny, but he was laughing too hard to be of much use."
"Right," Logan says shortly. He maneuvers them into the room, sitting so he has room to work and begins slicing away at ice that holds his lover temporarily bound to Remy. And if he happens to knick the card wielding mutant's hand once in a while, well so much the better in his opinion.
