"Daddy!" Milana knocked on her father's door and then went in, finding Kurt
inside, sleeping. He woke up when the door opened and looked sleepily at
her, then shook his head slightly to clear it.
"Yes?" he asked.
"Can I ask you something?" Milana asked, still at the door. Kurt got out of bed.
"Of course, anything!" he said, stretching and sitting at the end of the bed. Milana went and sat down next to him.
"Remy's leaving in the morning," she said. "He's going back to his apartment in New York City." Kurt, who had been looking slightly anxious, now appeared relieved.
"I am sorry, he is a nice person," he said. "But you vill be able to see him, and he may come here venever he vants." Milana sighed and then looked at him.
"He invited me to go with him." Milana said. Kurt jerked, much like she had when Remy made the offer in the first place.
"He vot?!" Kurt said.
"He offered for me to leave the school and go live with him, as friends."
"No!" Kurt said immediately. Milana raised an eyebrow.
"And who says it's your choice? I came looking for advice," she said. Kurt's eyes narrowed.
"Because I am your father," he said. "You are too young-"
"I'm old enough, and I can defend myself fine, and he's a great guy, and I'm not even welcome here anymore." Milana said, playing all but one card.
"Vot do you mean you are not velcome here?" Kurt said. "You're name vos cleared, everyone believes you and know you did not do those things," he looked at Milana as she sighed.
"Do you really believe everyone here thinks I'm innocent?" Milana asked. "Some of them, sure, but not everyone. Logan won't even look at me anymore, let alone talk. Every time I leave my room people here stare at me, just like when I first came to this school, only now it's worse. Half of the kids here still think I tried to kill all of you, and they glare at me or don't look at me at all." Kurt was startled by this sudden outburst.
"It can't be that bad-" he tried.
"When I walk into a room all of the conversation stops and everyone watches me until I leave," Milana said. "It is that bad."
"It vill take time," Kurt said. "The professor told you it vill, in time-"
"I'll go nuts and become a hermit," Milana replied, thinking about what Remy had talked about earlier. "I'll live in my room and get all solitary and practically be a widow, who never had a husband or even a boyfriend to leave or die on her." Kurt put an arm around Milana's shoulders.
"Milana," he said, "How could you live in the city? You are purple." He stated this as a fact, trying to find some reason for his daughter to stay.
"I'll ask the professor for an image inducer," she replied. "That's what you use."
"It's dangerous there," Kurt said. Milana looked pointedly at her injured shoulder and Kurt got the message and tried again. "I'll miss you," he said.
"Well I can't stay here forever anyway," Milana said. Kurt didn't reply, and his shoulders dropped as he let out a long breath.
"Ven are you leaving?" he asked.
"In the morning," Milana replied. "I've got to go." Then she stood up and walked out of the room, leaving her father behind.
"LeBeau!" Milana called, knocking on Remy's door. "Hey Rem, you in there?"
"'Old on petite," Remy called back. "Remy jus' gettin' outta de shower," A few moment later Remy opened the door, wearing his boxers and shirt. He grinned at Milana, who rolled her eyes and then smiled herself.
"I'm coming," she said. Remy's smile broadened. "But I'm redecorating that apartment, and you're gonna get a job."
"Aw chere, your killin' Remy," Remy joked. "No more t'ieving?"
"Maybe a little, but only once in a while. And I'm not killing you, because if I was you'd already be buried, I don't mess around with stuff like that." Remy grinned.
"Ah petite, knock y'self out." He said. "It make Remy feel more't home."
"Great, all the feminine purples and pinks I want!" Milana said, turning around. Remy sat up straight.
"Hold up chere, ya never said nuttin 'bout pink t'ings," he said. Milana stuck out her tongue at him.
"Yuk, no way I'm using pink stuff!" she said. "You're too girly for your own good Rem," she laughed and ran out the door as Remy threw his damp towel at her.
"Now to pack," she sighed, slowing to a walk right before she turned the corner to her room... and crashed straight into Logan.
"Sorry," Milana muttered, backing off immediately. Logan looked at her, a small package in his hands.
"Uh, Chuck wanted me teh give ya this," he said, holding out the package. Milana looked at it for a moment, then took it.
"Thanks," she said, going to move around him when Logan's hand shot out and grabbed her wrist. Milana jumped, not expecting the movement, and Logan immediately let go.
"Sorry," he grunted. Then he paused and Milana slightly backed up. "Look kid, what I did- it was crap of me," another pause, "I'm sorry." Milana looked at Logan straight in the eyes and nodded slowly.
"Thanks," she said, then turned and hurried away to her room. Once inside she closed the door and went over and sat on her bed, then slowly unwrapped the package. She recognized the small device immediately, it was an image inducer. The professor knew and was giving her what she told Kurt she'd get so she could live in the city in relative safety. The professor had given his acknowledgment, and now all Milana had to do was pack... and leave.
"Yes?" he asked.
"Can I ask you something?" Milana asked, still at the door. Kurt got out of bed.
"Of course, anything!" he said, stretching and sitting at the end of the bed. Milana went and sat down next to him.
"Remy's leaving in the morning," she said. "He's going back to his apartment in New York City." Kurt, who had been looking slightly anxious, now appeared relieved.
"I am sorry, he is a nice person," he said. "But you vill be able to see him, and he may come here venever he vants." Milana sighed and then looked at him.
"He invited me to go with him." Milana said. Kurt jerked, much like she had when Remy made the offer in the first place.
"He vot?!" Kurt said.
"He offered for me to leave the school and go live with him, as friends."
"No!" Kurt said immediately. Milana raised an eyebrow.
"And who says it's your choice? I came looking for advice," she said. Kurt's eyes narrowed.
"Because I am your father," he said. "You are too young-"
"I'm old enough, and I can defend myself fine, and he's a great guy, and I'm not even welcome here anymore." Milana said, playing all but one card.
"Vot do you mean you are not velcome here?" Kurt said. "You're name vos cleared, everyone believes you and know you did not do those things," he looked at Milana as she sighed.
"Do you really believe everyone here thinks I'm innocent?" Milana asked. "Some of them, sure, but not everyone. Logan won't even look at me anymore, let alone talk. Every time I leave my room people here stare at me, just like when I first came to this school, only now it's worse. Half of the kids here still think I tried to kill all of you, and they glare at me or don't look at me at all." Kurt was startled by this sudden outburst.
"It can't be that bad-" he tried.
"When I walk into a room all of the conversation stops and everyone watches me until I leave," Milana said. "It is that bad."
"It vill take time," Kurt said. "The professor told you it vill, in time-"
"I'll go nuts and become a hermit," Milana replied, thinking about what Remy had talked about earlier. "I'll live in my room and get all solitary and practically be a widow, who never had a husband or even a boyfriend to leave or die on her." Kurt put an arm around Milana's shoulders.
"Milana," he said, "How could you live in the city? You are purple." He stated this as a fact, trying to find some reason for his daughter to stay.
"I'll ask the professor for an image inducer," she replied. "That's what you use."
"It's dangerous there," Kurt said. Milana looked pointedly at her injured shoulder and Kurt got the message and tried again. "I'll miss you," he said.
"Well I can't stay here forever anyway," Milana said. Kurt didn't reply, and his shoulders dropped as he let out a long breath.
"Ven are you leaving?" he asked.
"In the morning," Milana replied. "I've got to go." Then she stood up and walked out of the room, leaving her father behind.
"LeBeau!" Milana called, knocking on Remy's door. "Hey Rem, you in there?"
"'Old on petite," Remy called back. "Remy jus' gettin' outta de shower," A few moment later Remy opened the door, wearing his boxers and shirt. He grinned at Milana, who rolled her eyes and then smiled herself.
"I'm coming," she said. Remy's smile broadened. "But I'm redecorating that apartment, and you're gonna get a job."
"Aw chere, your killin' Remy," Remy joked. "No more t'ieving?"
"Maybe a little, but only once in a while. And I'm not killing you, because if I was you'd already be buried, I don't mess around with stuff like that." Remy grinned.
"Ah petite, knock y'self out." He said. "It make Remy feel more't home."
"Great, all the feminine purples and pinks I want!" Milana said, turning around. Remy sat up straight.
"Hold up chere, ya never said nuttin 'bout pink t'ings," he said. Milana stuck out her tongue at him.
"Yuk, no way I'm using pink stuff!" she said. "You're too girly for your own good Rem," she laughed and ran out the door as Remy threw his damp towel at her.
"Now to pack," she sighed, slowing to a walk right before she turned the corner to her room... and crashed straight into Logan.
"Sorry," Milana muttered, backing off immediately. Logan looked at her, a small package in his hands.
"Uh, Chuck wanted me teh give ya this," he said, holding out the package. Milana looked at it for a moment, then took it.
"Thanks," she said, going to move around him when Logan's hand shot out and grabbed her wrist. Milana jumped, not expecting the movement, and Logan immediately let go.
"Sorry," he grunted. Then he paused and Milana slightly backed up. "Look kid, what I did- it was crap of me," another pause, "I'm sorry." Milana looked at Logan straight in the eyes and nodded slowly.
"Thanks," she said, then turned and hurried away to her room. Once inside she closed the door and went over and sat on her bed, then slowly unwrapped the package. She recognized the small device immediately, it was an image inducer. The professor knew and was giving her what she told Kurt she'd get so she could live in the city in relative safety. The professor had given his acknowledgment, and now all Milana had to do was pack... and leave.