Yin: Aw! Kurt's pretty much Kurt!

Jean concentrated as she tried to sift through Kurt's head. It was just so...so...so blue. Unnaturally blue.
"I'm sorry," She finally gasped, exasperated.
"What's wrong?" Raven asked.
"It's...it's his mind. Whatever his father did to him, no man should go through. Ms. Raven, his mind is broken, only slowly healing. His memories are there, but locked away by something. I...I can't do anything without making it worse."
"What does he remember?"
"Well, mostly Amanda. His oldest recollection is only a few years old, and most of it is shaded. The clearest he can recall back is somewhere before he met Amanda. The good thing is, is that he believes. Without that, he'd be the same as before."
"Nightcrawler," Kurt moaned as he sat up.
"Yes."
"What..what did Azazel do to him?" Amanda queried as she squeezed her husband's hand.
"I'm not entirely sure. It healed the body, but damaged the mind."
Kurt shuddered. "Sounds horrible," He tried to laugh.
Amanda lightly hit him on the shoulder. "Come on you, let's get something to eat," She helped him up, and they walked to the door together.
"Tell me Jean, how bad is it really?" Raven's voice was low.
"It's very bad. He will most likely never be the same. As much as he tries to show a tough front, his mind is so fragile. Just me barely touching it like that almost caused it to shatter. The smallest thing could set him off into a reversal."
"I see."
"Also, he's scared. He's terrified of Azazel and what he might do now, he's afraid of what others think of him, but most of all, he's afraid of himself."
"Why?
"I'm not sure. Perhaps he feels insecure. His memories as Nightcrawler are...fading. So with his mind in a precarious balance, he's unstable. I would even go to say that his sanity is on the brink. Amanda is really the only one who keeps him grounded, so if anything happened to her...I'm afraid of the consequences."
"Oh...this is...much worse than I thought."
"Just keep in mind that he is getting mentally stronger. His love for Amanda, and her love for him are unparalleled to what I have ever seen, and this bond keeps him together."
"Okay. Th...thank you Jean."
"I'm glad I can help."

Amanda lay beside Kurt, watching the branches sway in the wind. She listened to his heart, relieved by the steady beat.
"Zat vas gut Amanda. Danke," He was referring to the picnic they just finished.
"Well, it was for you," She sighed contently.
He was quiet. Amanda could tell he was thinking about something, but what of she had no clue. "Is there any way I can intrude into my husband's thoughts?"
"Hm?" The way he said that...just like when they had first started seeing each other. He was lost in thought, then snapped back into existence. His eyes would get wide, and this silly little grin would be on his face.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Oh, vell, nozzing much," He smiled. "I'm just...so grateful to be here...finally. Vith you," He caressed her cheek. "I missed you so much and didn't even know it."
"It's okay, Kurt. It's okay," Amanda soothed as his voice began to crack.
"How can you forgive me? After all I've done?" A tear dripped off his face.
"Because I love you. But then, there's nothing to forgive."
"Amanda..."
"Kurt, can you forgive me?"
"I...I can't."
"What?"
"Like you said, zere's nozzing to forgive," Kurt kissed Amanda, and she kissed him back. He held her in his arms, and she couldn't be happier than to be in his tight embrace.

"Do you think we're on the right trail?" A short, hairy man asked his taller, hairier partner.
"Sure smells right. Shouldn't be to much longer, and we'll have him," The man snapped a rib in half.
"Yeah. We better be getting payed good for this job. I can't stand teleporters."
The tall man waved his rib around. "And there's where you're right Logan. Teleporters are no good."
Logan snorted. "Can't stand 'em. Wouldn't even be working for him if the boss wasn't making us."
"Huh. Can't stand telepaths either. All those tele people are crazy."
"Yep. Now pass me a rib Victor, I'm hungry."

Kurt snuggled deep down into his covers. His wife lay on the other side of the bed, their son in between them.
He had never imagined this, not even when he was trying to plan where he and Amanda would stay after they were married. But this, this was perfect. Here he was, with all the people he cared for, but most of all, he was with his wife. His one true love. She had stuck by his side, even when he was dead. What more could one ask for?
As Kurt fell asleep, he wished that this dream would never end.

Remy's red eyes peered into the night. Footsteps told him his cherie was close. Reaching out into the darkness, he grabbed the girl by the shoulders, yanking her into the hidden alley. "Sh, Remy here to save yo'."
She almost screamed. "Please...please don't hurt mah."
"Remy said he was here to save yo'. Come wit' him and he can show yo' a safe place."
She opened her mouth about to say something, but silenced as an angry mob flew past their hiding place. When the people were gone, she replied. "Fahne. But if yah trick mah, Ah swear Ah'll tahke everythahng frohm yah." She held up her gloved hand.
"Remy is like yo'. He got powers," Remy charged up an eight of spades. "What are yo'rs."
She smiled. "Ah'll steal yah blind and yah won't even know it," She held up his deck of cards. "Oh, ahnd Ah cahn do this," She ran a single exposed finger along his cheek, and Remy suddenly felt weak. She charged up one of his cards, and Remy smiled.
"Ma' Cherie, Remy t'ink yo' and I will get along. And one t'ief to another...never steal Remy's cards," Remy held up her purse.
She grinned. "Come on yah, let's go to thihs safe place of yo'rs."

Yin: Logan? Victor? And we all know who the girl is...