[AN: Oh my Lord and Lady, we just had our first ever comic con, and Stan Lee came! I didn't get a chance to get close enough to say hi or shake his hand, but that may be a good thing, since I was trying not to act like a crazy fangirl... Lol, and I got William Shatner's autograph! And I got to say hi to Adam West and Burt Ward! Anyway... trying not to be a fangirl... We last left our heroes in a park, playing with a small plastic flying discus, it flew past Kerri and she turned to get it, turning completely into a wolf as she did! Ashamed and frightened of what Kurt would think about her, she sat and cried out to the heavens, NO... For a long time. Also, The bit at the end may seem random, but I just wanted to expand and get the other part of Kerri's powers out there. Anyway, I'll stop stalling, fresh and hot to you, here's the chapter! Hope you enjoy it!]

"AAROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO..." The cry of sadness rang through the park.

Kerri didn't wait for the screams of terror or disgust, she just ran.

Kurt stood frozen, the horrified look in Kerri's green- blue eyes as she'd looked at them, as if she expected them to light torches and run at her with pitchforks. Somehow, it hurt him, deep in his gut, the mournful cry before she ran, overwhelmed him with her sadness and made him feel like he was going to tear up.

"Kurt," Kitty gained her voice back and turned to him. "Kurt, what are you doing? Go after her!"

Kurt sped off in the direction Kerri had run.

Kerri ran and ran, her bare paw pads taking the brunt of the hard ground. She reached the road to the school, squeezing through the gate when she reached it.

She hauled ass across the front yard, she'd had time to think as she ran, and decided that maybe Professor Xavier was right; maybe she should talk to him about what was wrong, and see if she could find a different way to control her powers.

Logan was by the garage, wiping his motorcycle down, admiring the shining beauty of freedom it symbolized, when he heard the gate's alarm go off, telling them that there was an intruder. He flung down the rag in his hand and got to the path in a matter of moments, but saw Kerri running, barefoot, up the walk. She was running like a scared rabbit, but nothing was chasing her. He stepped in front of her, grabbing her by the shoulders. "Kid, what's wrong, somethin' chasin' you?"

Kerri had shifted back as soon as Logan had seen her, and had only stopped from running into him as he grabbed her shoulders, she was breathing heavily, not used to running five straight miles, or whatever it had been. "Do you know where-" pant pant, "Professor Xavier is?" Pant pant. She was on the verge of crying, but she didn't want to cry, she wanted to find the Professor and talk to him.

"Pretty sure he's in his office, you ok, Kid?" Logan asked, keeping hold of her as she tried to turn and get away.

"I need to talk to the Professor, let me go," urgency was in her voice as her gritted teeth grew into fangs and her nails grew long, dark, and curved, like a dogs, her hands and feet slightly turning paw like as she struggled, flailing back and forth. "Let me go!"

Logan let her go, watching her hobble- run towards the front door.

Kerri painfully half ran half hopped to the office door and knocked. She felt as though a wave of question pushed gently against her before Xavier said, "Come in, Kerri."

She was suddenly shy, but opened the door and walked in, her raw feet stinging on the rough carpet. "Is- does your offer to talk still stand?" She asked the floor.

Kurt teleported into the school yard, seeing Logan, he teleported over to him. Bamf! "Please, Logan, have you seen Kerri?" Kurt was breathing hard from all the running and teleporting he had been doing, trying to track Kerri down.

He knew that it was important that he spoke to her soon, before she thought that he was avoiding her, or disgusted, or some other such nonsense. He was hoping that she'd returned to the school, having looked for her all over, and not being able to think of anywhere else she might be. "Es ist sehr vichtig, very important."

Logan looked up and took pity on the teen, he looked like he'd chased her for a marathon. "She was looking for the Professor when she got here. Looked like she was in a hurry."

"Danke, ah Heilige Mutter, vielen dank," Kurt murmured and teleported into the school. {Thank you, Holy Mother, thank you so much}

"You're welcome, but I ain't no Holy Mother," Logan answered to himself.

Kurt appeared in a cloud of sulphuric smoke in front of the office door of professor Xavier. He could hear two voices inside, one male, the Professor, and one female, Kerri?

He knocked on the door. "Professor, I need to speak vizh you!" The door opened and he walked in. "I'm sorry to interrupt." He looked around, "uh..."

Storm stood by the door and Xavier sat at his desk, but there was no Kerri. Was he too late? Was she already gone? Had she been so worried about being hated that she'd left the school?

"If you're looking for Miss Smith, I believe she went to her room," Xavier told him with a shadow of amusement on his lips.

"Miss- Oh, ja, zhank you." Kurt gave a little bow before leaving, using the door politely. As he walked up to the girl's dorms, he wondered how he could forget that Kerri's last name was Smith.

He arrived at her door, but paused, unsure about what to do next.

Kitty's words rang in his head; "Just grab her arms and tell her, "I like you, be my girlfriend!" The situation didn't seem right for that though.

Another thing Kitty had said floated through his mind, "You have to keep telling girls that you like them!" That sounded ok.

Kurt hesitated, then knocked on Kerri's door, panicking a little when there was no answer. He knocked again. "Kerri, are you zhere?"

There was a moment of silence that his worry grew in, then he heard a soft, "Yes."

"Can I come in?" He asked.

"No." He heard the pain in her voice, almost like she was being quiet to stop from crying.

"Kerri," he paused. "If I talk, vill you listen?"

There was silence, then, "Ok."

Kurt sighed and slid down, leaning against the door. He took a moment to gather his thoughts.

"I noticed zhat your fur is zhe same color as your hair..." There was silence from behind the door. "Und, zhat your eyes are zhe same color..." More silence. "Und, I," he pushed through his nervousness. "I noticed zhat you are very pretty..." At this there was a noise that he couldn't tell if it was a sob, or a scoff. "Und, I can tell zhat you are a good person..."

"No I'm not," came her voice through the door.

Kurt was startled by this. "Vhat do you mean? I've never seen you hurt anyvone, and I met your stepfazher... if anyvone deserved a smack, I'm sure he did... And vhat about zhe man in zhe voods? You didn't do anyzhing to him, in fact as I remember, you got hypozhermia because you gave me your coat."

"You wanted to hide..." She said simply.

"Ja, but if you veren't a good person, you vouldn't care," Kurt told her.

"Believe what you want. I'm a monster." Kurt had to strain to hear the last part.

He paused, confused. "I don't know vhat you saw out zhere, but I saw a volf. And zhe last time I checked, volfs veren't monsters."

"Not that. I'm a monster..." She couldn't think how to explain it to him.

"Vhat do you mean?" He asked.

She paused, trying to gather her thoughts. "I used to do it on purpose, to scare people..."

"Turn into a volf?" He asked, confused.

"No, I- I can turn into more than that, other things, scary things, and I used to turn into scary things and make people piss their pants and run away."

That would explain why she had been telling herself to stop and be normal in the motel.

"Kerri," Kurt paused. "Sometimes it's not easy being a mutant-"

"No," she cut him off, "I did it on purpose. People would make me mad, and I'd ask them what their biggest fear was, then I'd turn into something scary and terrify them. Then they would wet their pants and run away. I did it on purpose..." she repeated softly.

"Kerri, sometimes it's hard. I know zhat sometimes I've scared people vizh zhe vay zhat I look, on purpose," he added quickly, in case she tried to cut him off again. "But just because you look like a monster, it doesn't mean zhat you are vone," he realized what he was saying. It was true, and he believed it, but somehow it had never sank in for him, until now. "It doesn't matter vhat you look like, only if you're a good person," he continued, looking at his tail, out of the hologram, then the hologram that covered his hands. Maybe that's why Kerri didn't care what he looked like, because it didn't matter to her.

"It's ok, Kurt, you can hate me," Kerri's soft voice came through the door. "You don't have to sit here and talk to me..."

Kurt was startled. "Vhat?"

"You saw my tail... And more..."

"So?" He wondered, and realized that she didn't know he'd already seen her tail. "Besides, I've seen your tail before."

"What?" He heard the edge of panic in her voice.

"Ja, in zhe motel. Remember, you had a nightmare, and I vent to vake you up, and your tail vas zhere." He tried to add a lighter tone to his voice, somehow knowing that he had this handled.

"You're-" Kerri tried to deny, but he interrupted her.

"Your fur is very soft," he told her, sounding calm and confident.

Silence.

"So, vhy do you zhink I'd hate you?" He asked again.

"My tail..."

Now he was confused. "Vas?"

"How could you not hate my tail?" Kerri paused. "You hate your tail..." Kurt jumped in surprise, he didn't hate his tail, he liked it very much, in fact. He thought it was very cool, letting him do tricks that other people couldn't, or being an extra hand when he needed one. "You always wear your hologram to hide it..."

Kurt thought for a moment, and could understand how someone might think that if they didn't know the real reason he used his image inducer. "Kerri, I don't vear it to hide my tail, I vear it so zhat people aren't scared vhen zhey see me, or jump to conclusions about me because of how I look."

"Oh."

That's when it hit him, now was the time to say the other thing.

"Kerri, I have a qvestion..." He started fiddling with his image inducer.

"Ok."

"It's a serious qvestion..."

Silence.

"I haven't asked anyvone for a long time..." Fiddle fiddle.

"O-ok..." She said, sounding nervous.

"Kerri, I like you." He paused, he wasn't nervous though; it was the right time to ask. He lifted his head to look at the ceiling. "Vill you go out vizh me?" He didn't know where he'd gotten this courage from, but he'd always been told not to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Kerri's face heated; she was shocked he'd ask her something like that, especially after she'd shifted in front of him and admitted that she used to use her powers to scare people on purpose.

"You- still want to be my friend?" She asked disbelievingly.

"Ja."

There was a nervous pause. "Where do you want to go?"

The corners of Kurt's lips turned up in amusement, she was stalling. "Kerri, I like you like you, und I meant Freund - Freundin, boyfriend- girlfriend."

There was silence on the other side of the door.

Kurt turned off his image inducer and turned around to kneel in front of the door. "Kerri, can I see you? Bitte?" {Please}

There was a pause, then the door opened a fraction, and Kerri was kneeling on the other side, her hair hanging all around her face, hiding her tear stained cheeks, just as she'd had it that night in the motel. "I don't think I can refuse it when you ask please..." She mumbled.

Kurt kneed forward, trying to pull Kerri into his arms, but she pushed him away.

"Bitte?" He asked again, and she didn't put up a fight as he pulled her close, like he had when she'd cried before.

"Kerri?"

"Hm?"

"I like you," Kurt told her, holding her close. "Be my girlfriend. Bitte."

Kerri pulled herself closer to him, closing her eyes, and felt the caring emotion running through him. It was warm... Happy... Right... "Ok," she told him.

He pulled back and his hand was on her cheek, he was looking intently at her, his body moved a fraction of an inch toward her, and she felt a word in her mind.

Kiss.

'No, not like this!' Her mind cried out. She shifted her face away. "Please don't ask please... I'm not ready yet..." Her voice sounded tender and soft.

Kurt smiled and pulled her face back to look at him. His face slowly inched towards hers.

She closed her eyes in worried anticipation, and felt...

His cheek touch her cheek. "Don't vorry, I'm an X-Man, vone of zhe good guys, remember?"

Kerri's breath escaped her chest, and she realised that she'd been holding it. Her brain couldn't think of anything to respond with, so she said lamely, "Oh... Yeah..."

Kerri sat in Professor Xavier's office, working with him and Jean on psychic tests.

She still couldn't guess anything they held while she was blind folded, couldn't talk to people with her mind, couldn't move things with her mind, and she was having trouble "feeling things too much" as professor Xavier had put it, explaining that trying to suppress her powers so hard had caused them to flow out and around, like when you try to hold jello in your hand too tight and it squishes out between your fingers.

'Can you hear me?' Jean asked in her head.

"AH! Not so loud!" Kerri cried, clutching her super hearing head.

"Mentally, please, Kerri," Jean told her.

Kerri strained, but Jean still couldn't pick anything up. Finally the Professor told her, "Kerri, let's try this. Think of something, got it?" Kerri nodded, thinking of pizza. "Good, now imagine it, think of the smells, texture, taste, appearance, and sounds that you associate with that thing. Now take those feelings, and push them to Jean, push mentally, but use your hands to help you visualize if you need to."

Kerri tried, closing her eyes and pushing, and pushing, and pushing... "Take a deep breath," Xavier told her. "Use your mind to take the feelings, imagine taking them in your hand and pushing them to Jean." Kerri tried, actually thinking she smelled the pizza. "Now Kerri, don't hand her the object, just the feelings," he told her and she opened her eyes to see that she was holding a tiny sized pizza.

"Whoa! I've never done that before!" Kerri was so surprised that she dropped the pizza on the ground.

"Well, we've found something new you can do," Xavier said with a chuckle, as Jean looked down at the mess on the floor. "Now, lets try again, think of something else, and don't think of holding the object, just the feelings it gives you."

After half an hour Jean finally said, "Yuck! What is that?" She rubbed her hands on her pants, trying to rub off the slimy, gooey, bubbly feeling.

"A bar of soap," Kerri told her.

"Good," Xavier told her. "I think we've done enough work for today. For now, I'd like you to think about how you could take your feelings and communicate through them, such as telling someone a sentence with feelings."

"Now, just to clean up the stain from the pizza," Jean looked down, then let out a surprised, "Oh."

Kerri looked down and saw no trace of the pizza she'd dropped earlier.

"Interesting," Xavier said.

Kerri walked to the lunch room, finding Kitty waiting for her. It had turned out to be a blessing hiding as a curse when she lost control and shifted two days before.

Kitty had come up to her and asked her how her day was going even before classes, trying to make her feel like she was still there for her.

It was a small gesture, but it meant the world to Kerri, knowing that even though she had shifted in front of them, Kitty and Piotr didn't see her any differently, and Kurt had all but said that he didn't care, that he still liked her, even asking her to be his girlfriend. She blushed at the memory.

She felt so free, it was the first time she'd felt like she had what was considered normal problems, and not "the world is ending" problems in a long time. It was like the world had been lifted from her shoulders.

Kerri found it hard to focus on what Kitty was telling her as they walked through the line, she was soooo hungry.

When they had sat down, Kerri and Kurt shared a mutual blush, and she set about eating her large lunch.

"Wow," Kitty said at last, joking, "that's a lot of food Kerri, you hungry or something?"

"Mmm, learned a new trick," Kerri told her, taking a big bite of her burger and holding her hand in front of her mouth.

"What is it?" Kitty asked, interested.

"I don't know if I'll be able to do it, but I'll try." She swallowed her mouthful and closed her eyes.

She thought of a fork, she focused on the cold steel feeling, the way it felt when she took a slow bite from it, the prongs pressing into her lips the spaces running over her tongue, the shape of it in her hand, everything she could think of about forks. Then she took it and imagined handing Kitty a fork.

Kurt watched Kerri holding her closed hand close to her chest, then she put her hand out to Kitty, holding a fork.

Kitty looked at the fork and asked, "So? I picked up a fork too."

"I didn't pick up a fork, though," Kerri told her.

"There's a fork in your- oh," Kitty stopped, realizing.

"So, you can make forks? Zhat vill come in handy if ve ever have a silvervare shortage, " Kurt joked.

Kerri felt embarrassed and looked down, the fork disappearing as she did.

Kerri felt something wrap around her ankle and looked up to see Kurt looking at her remorsefully. "Sorry... I vas joking..."

Kerri went back to eating her food, Kitty saying that it was pretty cool that she could "make" stuff, and it would come in handy if she was lost and needed a comb or a compass or something.

A few days later, Kerri got to the danger room, already in her work out clothes, walking up to the doors.

To her surprise Logan was outside, waiting for her. "Hey, Kid. The Professor wants someone in the danger room with you today, we're going to do a group scenario."

"Ok..." Kerri answered, wondering what this experience was going to be like as she walked in.

Logan went up to the booth to run the simulation.

"Aren't you going to be down here with me?" She asked him.

"No, Professor had someone else in mind," he told her.

Kerri stretched out, preparing for whatever was coming.

The door opened and Kurt walked in, wearing his X-Men training outfit.

Kerri looked up from the floor and felt her cheeks heat at the picture he presented; blue, fuzzy, tight uniform...

The uniform itself was black with a deep v in red on his chest, with long white gloves, and tall boots to match.

She couldn't think for a moment, but came back to reality when she was suddenly blinded as her vision superfied and the lights in the danger room glared at her. "Ow!"

"Wow, I didn't know I looked zhat good in zhe costume..." Kurt joked nervously.

"You two quit screwing around and get ready," Logan told them over the speakers.

There was a fuzzle and the room turned into a city street. Kerri stood up, feeling better, and looked around, used to things jumping at her by now.

There was a crashing noise and a large ball came into view, it was metal and shiny, it had six long appendages that Kerri guessed she'd called legs coming out of it, making it very tall and imposing.

Kurt stood by her side as they stared up at the monstrous thing towering over the buildings.

"Ok, let's go." Kurt disappeared in a cloud of brimstone and smoke, leaving Kerri alone and at a loss of what to do.

People she could do, but how do you hurt a machine? She'd only hurt her foot if she kicked it, of that she was sure, but she wanted to help Kurt.

She ran forward, not sure what to do, but willing to do it.

Kurt appeared next to her. "I looked at es, it's all metal, vizh a seam on it, aber, I don't zhink I could teleport inside to take es down."

Kerri was interested to see this new side of Kurt, his "battle mode" so to speak. "What should we do then?"

Kurt shrugged. "Zhis is your training session, vhat do you vant to do?"

He had to jump back, flipping away as a leg shot forward, landing where he had just been.

Kerri's wide eyes turned up to look at it, what was she supposed to do with this?