I know I said this fic was from Kurt's POV, but honestly it's gonna switch around. I'll try to keep it coherent.

Super Mega Story Force Go Now!

(Azazel's POV)

Azazel snapped awake. He moved to sit up, but was met with a dull ache and the sound of joints popping back into place. He had slept on his tail. Azazel groaned as he pulled it out from under him. He stretched to get rid of any remaining kinks and slide out of bed. He looked at the clock on the nightstand. 5 AM. With another groan, he walked to the door and out into the hall. It was quiet. Of course it was quiet. Everyone else was asleep.

"Azazel?" Almost everyone. Azazel turned to see Logan come walking down the hall. "What are you doing up?" Logan continued.

"I could ask you the same question." Azazel retorted.

"Couldn't sleep." Logan answered.

"Same here."

"You didn't have another one of your... episodes... did you?"

"No." Azazel was annoyed by the suggestion. "Charlie's been helping me with that."

"He hates being called Charlie."

"That's why I call him Charlie." Azazel smirked. Logan rolled his eyes.

"You going back to bed?"

"No. I think I'm going to take a quick run."

(Kurt's POV)

It seemed like Kurt's alarm would never get to do its job. Once again, he woke up early. It was at least half an hour before anyone else would wake up, but Kurt couldn't go back to sleep. So he decided to take a walk. He went outside and strolled around the grounds until he saw his father in the gazebo, watching the sunrise.

"You're up early." Azazel said without looking back, as his son drew closer.

"Yeah..." Kurt chuckled nervously. "It's been like that for the past week. The first time was the day I met you."

"What? You think it's a sign?" Azazel teased.

"No." Kurt laughed. "So why are you up? It wasn't-"

"An 'episode'? No. Just a dream. Or rather, a memory."

"Memory?"

"Of the day I came to Earth. To think, pretty soon I'll be going back."

"Forge and the Professor are still unsure about the whole Bermuda Triangle thing."

"I already told them! When I was working with SHIELD, I found an uncharted, uninhabited island 300 miles southeast of Bermuda."

"But the Professor says there isn't any land there."

"The Professor is wrong."

"You always say that."

"Because it's always true! If it wasn't true, I wouldn't say it."

"Yeah, but-" Kurt was interrupted by his own stomach, growling in hunger.

"Sounds like you need breakfast."

"Everybody is asleep. There is no breakfast."

"Then I'll make breakfast." Azazel grabbed his son's shoulder and teleported them both to the kitchen.

"You know how to cook?"

"Kurt, I've been completely independent since I was 19. Of course I know how to cook."

"That reminds me, how old are you now?"

"Well aren't you being forward." Azazel snarked as he looked through the fridge. "Do the math."

"Ok, you came to Earth when you were 9, and have been here for 37-"

"36."

"36 years, so... 45?"

Azazel nodded. "Do you guys have any bacon?"

"Bottom drawer." Azazel pulled out the bacon.

"I think the milk is about to go bad." Azazel eyed the expiration date suspiciously. "Where do you guys keep your spices?" Kurt shrugged. "Helpful." Azazel deadpanned. He checked the cabinets and found what he was looking for. "Ok, bacon, eggs, salt, pepper, garlic, basil, thyme, ginger... what am I missing? I know I'm missing something."

"What are you making?" Kurt asked, somewhat concerned.

"Seven spice omelets with bacon."

"Seven spices?"

"Yeah. I got the idea from a TV show. I need salt, pepper, garlic, ginger, thyme, basil and... rosemary! That's the one I forgot." Azazel rummaged through the cabinets again. "You guys don't have rosemary?"

"I think Storm grows some in her plant room."

"Great!"

"But we're not allowed in there! It's her personal space. We have to ask permission."

"Kurt, she's asleep."

"We can't!"

"Ok, ok... I'll just wake her up and ask." Azazel teleported out of the room before Kurt could protest.

(Azazel's POV)

Azazel teleported to the upstairs hallway and knocked on Ororo's door. He waited a moment then knocked again, a little louder. Ororo opened the door rubbing her eyes.

"I'm making breakfast, but I need rosemary. Kurt said you had some in your 'private garden'." Azazel explained.

"Wait... you're making breakfast?" Ororo asked trying to wake up.

"Omelets and bacon."

"And you need what again?"

"Rosemary."

"Alright. I'll get it and meet you down in the kitchen." Ororo conceded. She was too sleepy to argue.

"Thanks." Azazel beamed. He teleported back to the kitchen, leaving Ororo to contemplate just how similar his smile was to Kurt's.

"You're not fried to a crisp." Kurt observed, surprised.

"I'm very charming." Azazel bragged. "No woman can resist me. Especially when she's half asleep." Azazel winked and Kurt chuckled.

Eventually, Ororo joined them in the kitchen and brought the needed herb with her. "Why do you have so many spices out? What are you making?" She asked, fully awake.

"Seven spice omelets." Kurt answered.

"Seven spices?" Ororo thought a moment. "Isn't that a bit much?"

"It's all about ratios." Azazel elaborated. "Ratios are critical in cooking, and baking. If you don't get the ratios right, you either end up with something that doesn't taste good... or a big mess."

"Makes sense." Everyone turned to see Hank enter the room. "Speaking of making, what are you making?"

"Seven spice omelets." Ororo and Kurt said simultaneously.

"Seven? Did you get that from TV?" Hank gave Azazel a sideways look.

"Maybe." Azazel's tail wagged coyly.

Soon, everyone was awake and enjoying Azazel's omelets. Everyone save for Kitty.

"Isn't there a vegetarian option?" She complained.

"You're a vegetarian?" Azazel inquired. Kitty crossed her arms. "Sorry, I didn't know." Azazel shrugged then snapped his fingers. "I could make you some cinnamon French toast. I'm pretty sure I saw some cinnamon in there."

"No, it's fine. I'll just have some cereal." Kitty dismissed, getting up to go the kitchen.

"So what are we doing in the Danger Room today?" Ray asked Logan.

"Don't know." Logan said between bites of egg. "Didn't plan anything on account of what I thought would be long battle with the Cheyarafim." Logan looked pointedly at Azazel. Azazel shrugged again.

"Maybe Azazel could lead today's session!" Tabitha suggested. Charles nearly choked on his coffee.

"Yeah..." Azazel thought. "I know just the thing."

Story Chapter Complete!

I'm on such a roll, I might post more than one chapter today. Maybe.

Next chapter: Azazel leads a training session. Kinda.