Title: Lifeline
Written by: PallaPlease
Started: December 20, 2000.
Finished: December 20, 2000.
AN: Now, I know ORIGINALLY, in X-Men and Excalibur (both of which I've never read and never will read), Kurt an' Kitty weren't a couple. But since "X-Men Evolution" is based on the movie, I pretty much have free reign on everything. Because it takes off the series. Kind of…X-Men Evolution is an official X-Men AU! Liberty over couplings! HA! That means, if I want, I can sate my secret desire for Cyclops and Storm to be a couple. Icy, you rock!! "Rumors" is, without a doubt, AWESOME!!!!!! And, I swear, you have GOT to finish it. Pweeease???
Summary: Nightcrawler is unconscious after an attack by government officials and Kitty must cope with this. How can she be his lifeline, when she needs one herself? Set in "X-Men Evolution."
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The silence. How she hated it. No sweet, accented voice playfully teasing her. She couldn't go anywhere else, there were too many thoughts tucked away throughout the glorious estate, reminding her of what couldn't be…
So Kitty stayed by the rough medical-cot, dutifully guarding her "Fuzzy Elf." Every time she looked up at his face, she felt torn between anger and a curious dull ache burning in her heart. It hurt to leave, it hurt to stay.
It had taken his getting gassed and shot for the girl to realize how much she needed his constant cheer and the crying shoulder he left open.
A bittersweet smile hovered on her lips as Kitty recalled her many heartbreaks…and those heartbreaks, in turn, led to sobbing into Nightcrawler's open arms.
Tears fell, sparkling, from her bright eyes and she buried her face into her arms. It just wasn't fair! First Jake, then Erick…now Von! With a sorrowful wail, she cried, body racked violently by her sobs. After a moment, she pulled herself together, standing still. Kurt. She'd go talk to him. He'd be able to help.
After a few moments of ghosting and searching, she finally found him, reading a Lloyd Alexander novel with Beatles music playing from a CD player. "Kurt…?" she asked hesitantly and the blue mutant snapped his head up, BAMF-ing from his lying down position to standing next to her. Noting the tear streaks drying on her cheeks, his worry-and-concern kicked into overdrive. "What's wrong, Kitty?" he questioned with his musical voice, gently brushing a strand of her hair back with his tail.
"This guy I like found out what I can do…"
Blinking back sudden, vicious tears, Kitty blindly grasped for his hand, holding it tightly. Leaning forward, she held his hand to her lips, squeezing her eyes shut. 'Don't die, please, Kurt. I almost lost you once.'
()()
"He's not getting better, Xavier," Jean said quietly, fully aware that the professor already knew-Kitty's psychic output was dangerously high.
With an inaudible sigh, the older man rubbed his temples agitatedly. "Jean," he spoke softly, "I need you to prompt Kitty towards sleeping. She is much too stressed by this."
Jean hesitated, then nodded reluctantly. The young teenager WAS a bit too…anxious.
()()
The strange, slimy black gas invaded his nostrils, drowning his lungs with fire. And then it felt like his body, no, the very atoms forming him were being ripped apart from the inside, the pain excruciatingly unbearable. Screaming, he, in a detached way, felt bullets bite into his flesh, crimson blood streaming from the fresh wounds.
"Looks like the gas works only on freaks," a man sneered, dressed in an official-appearing uniform, common rifle in his bulky hand. No…his eye filled with tears. He had to warn Xavier…Kitty…
"Oh, the widdle mwutant is cwying," another man jeered and the two laughed, the mocking sound scarring his mind. Kitty…
Blackness consumed him, body, mind, and soul.
()()
Kurt tossed feverishly in his sleep, haunting memories tormenting him. A tear trickled from his closed eyelids, staining the peach-like fur on his face dark-blue.
A cool hand touched his face, stroking his cheek and soothing him with a loving, nervous caress. The rise and fall of his chest slowed, his heartbeat falling back to normal. The hand stopped the movement, simply resting on his cheek.
Kitty Pryde smiled secretly, feeling the downy, soft fur of Kurt's face beneath her fingertips. It almost seemed that it had been years ago when, while he lay comatose from Rogue's power, she had jokingly said, "I'm still not really big on the facial hair, but the pointy ears are starting to work for me." She should have known from the moment she called him "fuzzy elf" that something was happening to her feelings toward the German X-Man.
Weaving the fingers of her other hand through his dark, straight hair, Kitty succumbed to a sudden urge to sleep.
Peace finally descended.
()()
Kurt Wagner squeezed his eyes shut tighter, refusing to open them. "Too much light," he groaned, flinging one arm over his face lazily. The blazing pain that streaked through his shoulder caused him to involuntarily sit up straight. Raising his other hand, he laid it on the stinging shoulder, wincing at the fiery agony.
"Oh, hell," he muttered, flinging the covers off and standing up.
Grabbing his t-shirt from the floor, he tugged it on over his head and began to try and figure out how to put his injured arm in the sleeve.
A snicker behind Kurt alerted him of the presence of another person. This was going to get embarrassing…
Whirling around, he fell into a defensive stance, ready, despite his injuries, to protect himself from the assault of…Kitty? 'Okay, Kurt, this is going from bad to worse…'
Phasing through the bed, Katherine solidified in front of him, smiling angelically as she giggled, "Let me help." The sixteen-year old boy, mortified, let her do so, stifling a yelp.
Then, beaming up at him, she chirped, "Hello, Fuzzy Elf!" To his surprise, she reached over and hugged him with a tenderness that surprised Kurt. Lifting his arms slowly, so as to prolong the pain, he somewhat hugged her back.
Blinking back sudden tears, Kitty buried her face into the soft fur of his unhurt shoulder. Biting her lip, she exhaled slowly.
She'd found her lifeline.
End AN: Okay, it was short. And weird. And goopy. WAFFiness (Warm And Fuzzy Feeling…the fuzzy part could be a pun, ya know…) everywhere! Abounding! I apologize for not writing Kurt's accent in. Too hard. Did you enjoy my li'l story? I wrote it in my first 4 classes and lunch. *whew* For an eight-grader with finals all week, that's pretty darn good. Read/review/please-don't-flame!
Written by: PallaPlease
Started: December 20, 2000.
Finished: December 20, 2000.
AN: Now, I know ORIGINALLY, in X-Men and Excalibur (both of which I've never read and never will read), Kurt an' Kitty weren't a couple. But since "X-Men Evolution" is based on the movie, I pretty much have free reign on everything. Because it takes off the series. Kind of…X-Men Evolution is an official X-Men AU! Liberty over couplings! HA! That means, if I want, I can sate my secret desire for Cyclops and Storm to be a couple. Icy, you rock!! "Rumors" is, without a doubt, AWESOME!!!!!! And, I swear, you have GOT to finish it. Pweeease???
Summary: Nightcrawler is unconscious after an attack by government officials and Kitty must cope with this. How can she be his lifeline, when she needs one herself? Set in "X-Men Evolution."
*
*
The silence. How she hated it. No sweet, accented voice playfully teasing her. She couldn't go anywhere else, there were too many thoughts tucked away throughout the glorious estate, reminding her of what couldn't be…
So Kitty stayed by the rough medical-cot, dutifully guarding her "Fuzzy Elf." Every time she looked up at his face, she felt torn between anger and a curious dull ache burning in her heart. It hurt to leave, it hurt to stay.
It had taken his getting gassed and shot for the girl to realize how much she needed his constant cheer and the crying shoulder he left open.
A bittersweet smile hovered on her lips as Kitty recalled her many heartbreaks…and those heartbreaks, in turn, led to sobbing into Nightcrawler's open arms.
Tears fell, sparkling, from her bright eyes and she buried her face into her arms. It just wasn't fair! First Jake, then Erick…now Von! With a sorrowful wail, she cried, body racked violently by her sobs. After a moment, she pulled herself together, standing still. Kurt. She'd go talk to him. He'd be able to help.
After a few moments of ghosting and searching, she finally found him, reading a Lloyd Alexander novel with Beatles music playing from a CD player. "Kurt…?" she asked hesitantly and the blue mutant snapped his head up, BAMF-ing from his lying down position to standing next to her. Noting the tear streaks drying on her cheeks, his worry-and-concern kicked into overdrive. "What's wrong, Kitty?" he questioned with his musical voice, gently brushing a strand of her hair back with his tail.
"This guy I like found out what I can do…"
Blinking back sudden, vicious tears, Kitty blindly grasped for his hand, holding it tightly. Leaning forward, she held his hand to her lips, squeezing her eyes shut. 'Don't die, please, Kurt. I almost lost you once.'
()()
"He's not getting better, Xavier," Jean said quietly, fully aware that the professor already knew-Kitty's psychic output was dangerously high.
With an inaudible sigh, the older man rubbed his temples agitatedly. "Jean," he spoke softly, "I need you to prompt Kitty towards sleeping. She is much too stressed by this."
Jean hesitated, then nodded reluctantly. The young teenager WAS a bit too…anxious.
()()
The strange, slimy black gas invaded his nostrils, drowning his lungs with fire. And then it felt like his body, no, the very atoms forming him were being ripped apart from the inside, the pain excruciatingly unbearable. Screaming, he, in a detached way, felt bullets bite into his flesh, crimson blood streaming from the fresh wounds.
"Looks like the gas works only on freaks," a man sneered, dressed in an official-appearing uniform, common rifle in his bulky hand. No…his eye filled with tears. He had to warn Xavier…Kitty…
"Oh, the widdle mwutant is cwying," another man jeered and the two laughed, the mocking sound scarring his mind. Kitty…
Blackness consumed him, body, mind, and soul.
()()
Kurt tossed feverishly in his sleep, haunting memories tormenting him. A tear trickled from his closed eyelids, staining the peach-like fur on his face dark-blue.
A cool hand touched his face, stroking his cheek and soothing him with a loving, nervous caress. The rise and fall of his chest slowed, his heartbeat falling back to normal. The hand stopped the movement, simply resting on his cheek.
Kitty Pryde smiled secretly, feeling the downy, soft fur of Kurt's face beneath her fingertips. It almost seemed that it had been years ago when, while he lay comatose from Rogue's power, she had jokingly said, "I'm still not really big on the facial hair, but the pointy ears are starting to work for me." She should have known from the moment she called him "fuzzy elf" that something was happening to her feelings toward the German X-Man.
Weaving the fingers of her other hand through his dark, straight hair, Kitty succumbed to a sudden urge to sleep.
Peace finally descended.
()()
Kurt Wagner squeezed his eyes shut tighter, refusing to open them. "Too much light," he groaned, flinging one arm over his face lazily. The blazing pain that streaked through his shoulder caused him to involuntarily sit up straight. Raising his other hand, he laid it on the stinging shoulder, wincing at the fiery agony.
"Oh, hell," he muttered, flinging the covers off and standing up.
Grabbing his t-shirt from the floor, he tugged it on over his head and began to try and figure out how to put his injured arm in the sleeve.
A snicker behind Kurt alerted him of the presence of another person. This was going to get embarrassing…
Whirling around, he fell into a defensive stance, ready, despite his injuries, to protect himself from the assault of…Kitty? 'Okay, Kurt, this is going from bad to worse…'
Phasing through the bed, Katherine solidified in front of him, smiling angelically as she giggled, "Let me help." The sixteen-year old boy, mortified, let her do so, stifling a yelp.
Then, beaming up at him, she chirped, "Hello, Fuzzy Elf!" To his surprise, she reached over and hugged him with a tenderness that surprised Kurt. Lifting his arms slowly, so as to prolong the pain, he somewhat hugged her back.
Blinking back sudden tears, Kitty buried her face into the soft fur of his unhurt shoulder. Biting her lip, she exhaled slowly.
She'd found her lifeline.
End AN: Okay, it was short. And weird. And goopy. WAFFiness (Warm And Fuzzy Feeling…the fuzzy part could be a pun, ya know…) everywhere! Abounding! I apologize for not writing Kurt's accent in. Too hard. Did you enjoy my li'l story? I wrote it in my first 4 classes and lunch. *whew* For an eight-grader with finals all week, that's pretty darn good. Read/review/please-don't-flame!