A/N: This NOTE IS IMPORTANT. BamfIsAwesome brought up a good point that Kurt's accent is difficult to read and really I don't particularly like trying to figure out how it's written anyway (it adds time to my writing of new chapters). So, if I don't like writing it and it only makes reading harder...why do it? You all know that Kurt is German and has an accent due to this. At least, you SHOULD. So from now on use your vivid imaginations that I'm sure you all have. ON WITH CHAPTER!
"Kurt are you, like, sure this is a good idea?" Kitty asked as three teens snuck into the room that Sam occupied. He was currently in the medical room getting his hand sewn back onto his wrist so they were guaranteed a while before he would be coming back.
"Aren't you curious, Kitty?" Kurt asked looking around the room for anything interesting.
"Well, yeah, sure, but what if Sam catches us?" Kitty asked hands on her hips.
Kurt shrugged. "What's the worst that could happen?"
"He could go ballistic." Rogue supplied. "What are you even lookin' for?"
"I don't know!" Kurt said throwing his hands up. He was beginning to doubt the wisdom of asking Rogue and Kitty to help him search for clues about Sam's past. If only Evan were here, but he wasn't due back for another two days. Normally, he'd have just waited for his partner in crime to get back but with Sam being kept busy he had wanted to take his chance. "But there's got to be something in here."
"Why are you even, like, looking for clues anyway?" Kitty asked opening a drawer and looking into the drawer of bland clothes. "Ugh, he's got, like, no taste."
"Sam said he wanted to know how he died." Kurt said glancing under the bed and spotting nothing. "It is our duty as his teammates to help him." Or at least, that was the line he gave himself to convince himself he wasn't just doing this for his own morbid and unrelenting curiosity.
Rogue rolled her eyes as she glanced under the mattress and found exactly three pennies. "Oh, good, I'm rich." She muttered holding the copper coins up.
"There's, like, nothing here Kurt." Kitty said closing the last of the drawers that held Sam's clothes.
Just as Kurt was about to give up, he spotted the music box sitting on the side table. "There's this." He said picking the box up carefully.
"Unuh! That's Sam's music box, you even touch it he'll kill you!" Rogue said waving her hands back and forth in warning. "I can hear him playing that thing all night long."
"Yeah," Kitty agreed. "He's, like, obsessed with it."
Kurt looked at the box thoughtfully as he turned it over in his hands. "I'm not going to break it." He argued. "He'll never even know." He turned the box over and examined it for a minute.
"What are you three doing?"
Kurt jumped, nearly dropping the music box but just barely holding onto the lid. The music filled the room as gravity opened the box in Kurt's hands. He looked over and glared at Scott. "Are you trying to make me drop it?" He demanded.
Scott frowned. "Why are you three even snooping around in Sam's room to begin with?"
"Kurt wants to figure out how Sam died." Rogue supplied, arms folded across her chest moodily. "An' o' course he dragged us into it."
"The professor told us not to bring that up." Scott said in his best authoritative voice.
"That's why we're not bringing it up." Kurt pointed out.
"Could you, like, close the music box already?" Kitty asked sounding a bit annoyed.
Kurt sighed. "Ja, Ja." He put the box back on the table and was just about to close the lid when he paused. "…what's this?" Everyone looked over and despite any intentions to not snoop came closer.
Scott frowned slightly as he looked over Kurt's shoulder. "It has a false lid?" He asked spotting the small pull-tab against the side of the lid.
"Talk about suspicious." Kitty said as Kurt pulled the tab and the fake lid fell open. Kitty picked up the pieces of paper that fell forward and read the first one out loud. "Sam Vance…and it looks like there was something else but that got, like, cut off…" She said pointing to the beginning of a letter after Vance.
"Let me see." Scott said reaching over to take the pieces of paper. He examined the scrap with Sam's name on it. "An…E? Maybe an L? Or B…"
"What do the others say?" Rogue asked curiously.
Scott pulled the biggest from the pile. "Search ended for local teen." He read.
"Do you think that's about Sam?" Kurt asked peering at the headline.
"Well, why else would he have it?" Scott asked back with a shrug. Scott pulled out the last piece of paper. "December 3…Well, that's…specific at least."
"Maybe that's, like, his birthday or something." Kitty suggested.
"Maybe…" Scott said thoughtfully before shaking his head. "What am I doing? Put these back and get out of here. We can't just invade our friend's privacy like this. It's not any of our business." He said handing the papers back to Kurt.
Kurt frowned but put the papers back in the false lid before closing the music box. The four mutants quickly and silently left the room, Scott firmly closing the door behind them. Scott sent them a firm look from behind his sunglasses and the three snoopers quickly dispersed before he could launch into a long lecture.
Kurt teleported down to the first place he thought of to go. The kitchen. Logan looked up at the signature bamf noise but turned his attention back to the conversation happening at the table.
"It's no use, Professor. The nerves are severed and there's simply no way I can use this hand anymore." Sam said holding up the limp appendage in question.
Xavier sighed a bit. "I see your point. But finding a new body for you would be…difficult at best."
Sam sighed, rubbing his forehead with his non-limp hand. "This is so frustrating…" He muttered. After a minute he looked up. "I can stay in this body just fine, but I'm right handed and I've effectively lost my right hand."
"A cast would make it look like Ghosty couldn't use his right hand." Logan suggested. Speaking up for the first time since the conversation had begun.
"That's true." Xavier agreed. "Sam, would you consent to that for now?"
Sam sighed but nodded. "For now. But Professor, eventually I'll need to change bodies." He pointed out a tinge of annoyance seeping into his whispery voice. "I can't exist without some physical body to inhabit and if you won't allow me to change when I need to I honestly can't see why you brought me here." He added before abruptly getting up and leaving the kitchen.
Kurt let out a low whistle. Sam had been more annoyed than he'd thought. He'd never just gotten up and left before. Especially not in the middle of something. "Man, he's not happy…"
"He's frustrated." Xavier said with a sigh. "I didn't anticipate Sam's mutation to have so many unpleasant side affects."
"I think there's somethin' more to it than that, Chuck." Logan said looking after the teenager. "He barely said ten whole sentences to me on the way here and now he's practically on a rampage."
Kurt scratched his head thoughtfully. "I don't know…he seemed pretty depressed earlier…"
"Depressed?" Xavier prompted.
"Ja, I think he might have even been crying." Kurt informed. A voice in the back of his head suddenly piped up, saying that Sam probably didn't want anyone knowing about that little episode in the bathroom. Oops, oh no…well…it's too late now… He thought seeing the concerned look on the Professor's face. He could only hope that Sam wouldn't find out he told the Professor.