Proof is the Protector Part Seven
Author: Cristof Wagner
Rating: PG-13 (for Mild Violence)
Summary: Seventh Installment of the 'Proof is the Protector' Series -
Category: General
Author's Note: Look for Mistogirl/Thundercat's upcoming story A Rogue and a Gentleman.
Disclaimer: I do not own the X-men. They are the property of Marvel comics. Nor do I claim to possess ownership of the Television series X-men: Evolution. I do however own the Character Cristof Alexander Wagner. The poem fragments within this installment are from the introduction to Werewolf: The Apocalypse. No profit is gained by this work of fiction. DON'T SUE ME.
{Thoughts}
::Telepathy::
German
...A heart does not know
what sorrow it holds...
...A Dream cannot show
the truth it unfolds
until the sleeper...
...wakens
--Xavier Institute Medlab - Two Days Later 4:19pm
Cristof Wagner lay silently as he had for two days after Cyclops knocked him into a bank of lockers with his optic blast. An unexpected result of Scott's attack however had been a low-grade coma in which Cristof now lay, as well as the destruction of Cristof's image inducer. He lay in the medlab bed in his true image.
Almost everyone thought it had been one of Mystique's tricks until Logan came by and gave Cristof a 'once over'. Once Logan was convinced that he didn't have Mystique's scent the okay was given to give him medical assistance on institute grounds.
Even though they new he wasn't Mystique someone had always remained in the room at all times, just in case he would prove hostile when he regained consciousness. Everyone had come by at least once to see him, and marvel at his resemblance to their nightcrawler. Jean was on guard presently. She was thankful that their new guest had caused quite the disturbance, as she really didn't want to have to face Scott.
{So let's sum it up Destiny killed herself for some unknown reason, the stray bullet had wounded Kitty, I've been rejected by the one person whom I thought loved me, we've found the mutant for whom we have been looking, Scott knocked that mutant into a coma, and in the process had destroyed the guy's image inducer revealing that he looked like well... a lot like Kurt}
He did look like Kurt despite some small, but distinct differences like the fact that the young man on the table was taller and had five fingers. There was also the fact that he wore glasses-it wasn't a big thing it could even be a Clark Kent-like disguise, but that probably wasn't the case. They left them on. Logan was the only one so far who had a problem with how they were treating the 'prisoner'. He kept grumbling something about how he should be restrained, but Xavier wouldn't have it.
Cristof began to stir slowly but surely, and he spoke but nothing intelligible came from his lips. Jean had not noticed this new activity, or perhaps had not seen anything coming of it. Either way she hadn't noticed. However when he opened his eyes and sat up in the medlab bed she noticed. Jean just stared at him.
::Professor! He's up.::
Cristof looked around to survey his situation. He was dressed in traditional hospital garb. His Jeans and shirt lay folded on the table at his bedside.
{Okay. Half naked in a hospital gown. Institute medlab. Jean Grey staring at me}
Cristof's gaze fell upon the bedside table where a single object filled him with a dread beyond measure-his watch. His eyes shot immediately to his own arm. It was of course blue. Cristof couldn't help but curse the situation, this could destroy him, and all that he cared about. He remembered vaguely a crunching sound as he had hit the ground in the High School, but he had been in too much pain to think about it just then. The full gravity of the situation had however now caught up with him.
"Oh shit."
Jean went on the defensive as Cristof got up from the bed and put his jeans back on. She didn't want to hurt him, but on the other hand she couldn't let him leave just yet. Jean positioned herself between Cristof and the door. She was quite relieved when the door behind her opened and the others entered the room.
{They probably just want to know why I look like Vati.} Cristof thought
Cristof froze in his tracks when he saw them. Kurt and Kitty walked into the room right after Spyke and Storm did. He had to smile, but it was a pained smile. Kitty's head was bandaged and she appeared to be in pain just standing there, but then there was Kurt's arm. It was draped over her shoulder. It was a half possessive and half protective gesture really.
{Finally. They get it.}
Cristof smiled as he took of the hospital gown that he had been dressed in. He picked up his shirt from the bedside table and pulled it on over his head straightening his glasses when he was finished. He looked up to see the assembled X-men waiting for something. Of all the attending persons the last one Cristof thought would speak first would be his father, but it was Nightcrawler who broke the silence.
"Who are you? Und vhy do you look like me?"
Cristof looked to his parents. When his eyes fell upon Kitty however Kurt took a single step forward. The look he gave Cristof said 'Don't even think about her'. An almost imperceptible nod was exchanged between Kurt and Cristof. Cristof turned his attention to the Professor as he began to speak.
"Kurt please. This young man is a guest." said the Professor "and I believe that he is fully apprised of who we are and where he is for some unknown reason. I would like all of you to wait in the living room. I must speak to our guest and I would assume that he desires some discretion."
The group of young mutants filed out of the room in the same manner in which they had come. When the room was once again empty aside from Xavier and Cristof the Professor closed the door leaving them to their conversation.
"Yes Professor I do know who you all are, as well as where I am."
"I would like to know how it is that you came to us"
"I am sorry Professor, but I can't tell you that... actually I can tell you that I used my 'gifts'. "
"Might I inquire as to your intentions here, and why you feel the need to withhold information from us."
"I can tell you that it is for your best interests that I do not tell you. In essence there is only one thing that I can tell you professor."
As Cristof spoke he walked over to the table on which his watch lay. He picked it up and put it on his arm. They had repaired it, and it was good timing. He would need it soon enough. Cristof continued...
"Would you call Kurt and Kitty back in please?"
The Professor thought about the young man's strange request for a moment and a look of realization passed over his features for a moment. Xavier opened the door and the two fell to the floor just inside the room. Kitty had fallen on top of Kurt. Kurt did not look at all disapproving of the position in which they had fallen, but they got up quickly to avoid any potential embarrassment. A sudden laugh was heard has they had fallen through the doorway. It was followed by several others and someone called out.
"That's what y'all get for eavesdroppin' "
Both Kurt and Kitty straightened their clothes and entered the room, and Kurt closed the door behind them. They took seats off on the other side of the bed from Cristof, apparently still unsure as what to make of him. Cristof continued speaking once they had been seated. He noted silently that Kurt held Kitty's hand between the chairs that they sat in. He could not help but smile at this. They had never told him of how they got together. He knew now why they didn't.
"Well here's vhat I can tell you." Cristof started "I came here from vhat you would call the future. Somehow Destiny received information that she shouldn't have had. I arrived in order to prevent the results of her changes to my past that would have prevented my existence."
The professor merely raised one eyebrow, but he didn't speak sensing that Cristof had more and less to say all at once. Kurt seemed to want to ask about a billion questions from "and you look like me because...?" -to- "are we related somehow?", but he didn't. Kitty was trying her best to remain stable in the sudden revelation that a time traveling elf was standing in front of them. Cristof paused for a moment and continued...
"Time travel iz an interesting phenomenon however. By traveling back I not only prevented the results of Destiny's actions I've actually perpetuated my timeline and zhe circumstances of my own existence."
Cristof's eyes focused on his parents sitting there trying to absorb all which they had been told. The professor saw this lapse on the part of Cristof and smiled. He knew. But obviously since the universe had not collapsed into itself the knowledge would do no harm.
"but... I have to go back." Cristof paused for a moment silently thinking then spoke again. "I realize you must have many questions, but you must understand that I cannot answer any of zhem."
Cristof then pulled a folded plain white security envelope from the pocket of his jeans pleased that the wax seal of the Wagner family placed on it had not been broken. He then held it out to the professor who took it in hand and appeared a bit puzzled as to its purpose if Cristof could not answer any questions.
"Please give that envelope back to zhem..." Cristof said indicating Kurt and Kitty with a soft hand gesture. "on March 21, 2011"
Cristof turned to the empty space next to him on his side of the medlab bed, and formed a circle with his right index finger. The path that his finger took was followed by a glowing path until he reached the point at which he started at which point the entire circle glowed a brilliant yellow.
"I'll see you later. About 10 years."
Cristof stepped into the glowing doorway that had formed in the medlab, and silence was once again restored to the room. The only sign of the events that had just occurred an envelope and an unmade bed.
The End of Proof is the Protector
A/N: Cristof's timeline will be continued with the help of Mistogirl/Thundercat. So look for future stories. Please be a responsible reader and write a review.
Author: Cristof Wagner
Rating: PG-13 (for Mild Violence)
Summary: Seventh Installment of the 'Proof is the Protector' Series -
Category: General
Author's Note: Look for Mistogirl/Thundercat's upcoming story A Rogue and a Gentleman.
Disclaimer: I do not own the X-men. They are the property of Marvel comics. Nor do I claim to possess ownership of the Television series X-men: Evolution. I do however own the Character Cristof Alexander Wagner. The poem fragments within this installment are from the introduction to Werewolf: The Apocalypse. No profit is gained by this work of fiction. DON'T SUE ME.
{Thoughts}
::Telepathy::
German
...A heart does not know
what sorrow it holds...
...A Dream cannot show
the truth it unfolds
until the sleeper...
...wakens
--Xavier Institute Medlab - Two Days Later 4:19pm
Cristof Wagner lay silently as he had for two days after Cyclops knocked him into a bank of lockers with his optic blast. An unexpected result of Scott's attack however had been a low-grade coma in which Cristof now lay, as well as the destruction of Cristof's image inducer. He lay in the medlab bed in his true image.
Almost everyone thought it had been one of Mystique's tricks until Logan came by and gave Cristof a 'once over'. Once Logan was convinced that he didn't have Mystique's scent the okay was given to give him medical assistance on institute grounds.
Even though they new he wasn't Mystique someone had always remained in the room at all times, just in case he would prove hostile when he regained consciousness. Everyone had come by at least once to see him, and marvel at his resemblance to their nightcrawler. Jean was on guard presently. She was thankful that their new guest had caused quite the disturbance, as she really didn't want to have to face Scott.
{So let's sum it up Destiny killed herself for some unknown reason, the stray bullet had wounded Kitty, I've been rejected by the one person whom I thought loved me, we've found the mutant for whom we have been looking, Scott knocked that mutant into a coma, and in the process had destroyed the guy's image inducer revealing that he looked like well... a lot like Kurt}
He did look like Kurt despite some small, but distinct differences like the fact that the young man on the table was taller and had five fingers. There was also the fact that he wore glasses-it wasn't a big thing it could even be a Clark Kent-like disguise, but that probably wasn't the case. They left them on. Logan was the only one so far who had a problem with how they were treating the 'prisoner'. He kept grumbling something about how he should be restrained, but Xavier wouldn't have it.
Cristof began to stir slowly but surely, and he spoke but nothing intelligible came from his lips. Jean had not noticed this new activity, or perhaps had not seen anything coming of it. Either way she hadn't noticed. However when he opened his eyes and sat up in the medlab bed she noticed. Jean just stared at him.
::Professor! He's up.::
Cristof looked around to survey his situation. He was dressed in traditional hospital garb. His Jeans and shirt lay folded on the table at his bedside.
{Okay. Half naked in a hospital gown. Institute medlab. Jean Grey staring at me}
Cristof's gaze fell upon the bedside table where a single object filled him with a dread beyond measure-his watch. His eyes shot immediately to his own arm. It was of course blue. Cristof couldn't help but curse the situation, this could destroy him, and all that he cared about. He remembered vaguely a crunching sound as he had hit the ground in the High School, but he had been in too much pain to think about it just then. The full gravity of the situation had however now caught up with him.
"Oh shit."
Jean went on the defensive as Cristof got up from the bed and put his jeans back on. She didn't want to hurt him, but on the other hand she couldn't let him leave just yet. Jean positioned herself between Cristof and the door. She was quite relieved when the door behind her opened and the others entered the room.
{They probably just want to know why I look like Vati.} Cristof thought
Cristof froze in his tracks when he saw them. Kurt and Kitty walked into the room right after Spyke and Storm did. He had to smile, but it was a pained smile. Kitty's head was bandaged and she appeared to be in pain just standing there, but then there was Kurt's arm. It was draped over her shoulder. It was a half possessive and half protective gesture really.
{Finally. They get it.}
Cristof smiled as he took of the hospital gown that he had been dressed in. He picked up his shirt from the bedside table and pulled it on over his head straightening his glasses when he was finished. He looked up to see the assembled X-men waiting for something. Of all the attending persons the last one Cristof thought would speak first would be his father, but it was Nightcrawler who broke the silence.
"Who are you? Und vhy do you look like me?"
Cristof looked to his parents. When his eyes fell upon Kitty however Kurt took a single step forward. The look he gave Cristof said 'Don't even think about her'. An almost imperceptible nod was exchanged between Kurt and Cristof. Cristof turned his attention to the Professor as he began to speak.
"Kurt please. This young man is a guest." said the Professor "and I believe that he is fully apprised of who we are and where he is for some unknown reason. I would like all of you to wait in the living room. I must speak to our guest and I would assume that he desires some discretion."
The group of young mutants filed out of the room in the same manner in which they had come. When the room was once again empty aside from Xavier and Cristof the Professor closed the door leaving them to their conversation.
"Yes Professor I do know who you all are, as well as where I am."
"I would like to know how it is that you came to us"
"I am sorry Professor, but I can't tell you that... actually I can tell you that I used my 'gifts'. "
"Might I inquire as to your intentions here, and why you feel the need to withhold information from us."
"I can tell you that it is for your best interests that I do not tell you. In essence there is only one thing that I can tell you professor."
As Cristof spoke he walked over to the table on which his watch lay. He picked it up and put it on his arm. They had repaired it, and it was good timing. He would need it soon enough. Cristof continued...
"Would you call Kurt and Kitty back in please?"
The Professor thought about the young man's strange request for a moment and a look of realization passed over his features for a moment. Xavier opened the door and the two fell to the floor just inside the room. Kitty had fallen on top of Kurt. Kurt did not look at all disapproving of the position in which they had fallen, but they got up quickly to avoid any potential embarrassment. A sudden laugh was heard has they had fallen through the doorway. It was followed by several others and someone called out.
"That's what y'all get for eavesdroppin' "
Both Kurt and Kitty straightened their clothes and entered the room, and Kurt closed the door behind them. They took seats off on the other side of the bed from Cristof, apparently still unsure as what to make of him. Cristof continued speaking once they had been seated. He noted silently that Kurt held Kitty's hand between the chairs that they sat in. He could not help but smile at this. They had never told him of how they got together. He knew now why they didn't.
"Well here's vhat I can tell you." Cristof started "I came here from vhat you would call the future. Somehow Destiny received information that she shouldn't have had. I arrived in order to prevent the results of her changes to my past that would have prevented my existence."
The professor merely raised one eyebrow, but he didn't speak sensing that Cristof had more and less to say all at once. Kurt seemed to want to ask about a billion questions from "and you look like me because...?" -to- "are we related somehow?", but he didn't. Kitty was trying her best to remain stable in the sudden revelation that a time traveling elf was standing in front of them. Cristof paused for a moment and continued...
"Time travel iz an interesting phenomenon however. By traveling back I not only prevented the results of Destiny's actions I've actually perpetuated my timeline and zhe circumstances of my own existence."
Cristof's eyes focused on his parents sitting there trying to absorb all which they had been told. The professor saw this lapse on the part of Cristof and smiled. He knew. But obviously since the universe had not collapsed into itself the knowledge would do no harm.
"but... I have to go back." Cristof paused for a moment silently thinking then spoke again. "I realize you must have many questions, but you must understand that I cannot answer any of zhem."
Cristof then pulled a folded plain white security envelope from the pocket of his jeans pleased that the wax seal of the Wagner family placed on it had not been broken. He then held it out to the professor who took it in hand and appeared a bit puzzled as to its purpose if Cristof could not answer any questions.
"Please give that envelope back to zhem..." Cristof said indicating Kurt and Kitty with a soft hand gesture. "on March 21, 2011"
Cristof turned to the empty space next to him on his side of the medlab bed, and formed a circle with his right index finger. The path that his finger took was followed by a glowing path until he reached the point at which he started at which point the entire circle glowed a brilliant yellow.
"I'll see you later. About 10 years."
Cristof stepped into the glowing doorway that had formed in the medlab, and silence was once again restored to the room. The only sign of the events that had just occurred an envelope and an unmade bed.
The End of Proof is the Protector
A/N: Cristof's timeline will be continued with the help of Mistogirl/Thundercat. So look for future stories. Please be a responsible reader and write a review.