I
actually own X-Men: Evolution. They're
mine, every single one of them. Mwahahahahaha!
Thanks
to all of you who reviewed, especially those who called me on a potential Mary
Sue. I'm counting on you guys to tell
me if that's what Jane turns into!… Although that would suck
royally.
Rated
PG-13 for some minor swearing. Better
safe then sorry.
A Long Journey
Part 3
Kurt held a two-fingered hand up to
his mouth as he yawned. Lying on his
bed, he rolled onto his back, quietly crushing his rather unsatisfactory
geometry quiz.
The phone rang, and Kurt stifled
another yawn. Probably one of Kitty's friends. They'd call to discuss an academic subject,
and then the conversation would deteriorate into giggled whispers about guys.
Kurt rolled back onto his stomach.
'Women.'
A knock on his door made him
jump. "Ja?" He called.
Kitty's head phased through is
door/ "Like, phone for
you." She phased back out.
Kurt stared for a moment, wondering
what it must be like to be a normal teenager before picking up the phone. "Hello?"
"Are you wearing a
turtleneck?"
Kurt paused. "…No?"
"Well, maybe it's to cover
your--" The speaker halted and sighed. "Dammit. I was never good
at phone pranks."
Kurt suddenly recognized the voice
and reigned in his delight. "Jane!"
"Guilty." Jane's voice sounded tinny over the phone,
but she still retained her natural, almost apathetic, monotone.
Kurt searched his mind for a witty
response. "Why did you call
me?" He blurted out, mentally slapping himself.
Jane chuckled shortly at the
awkwardness of Kurt's inquiry. "Think I'm gonna suck your blood?"
"Uh, n-no. Why?"
"'Cause I've heard it from
other people."
"Oh." Kurt felt himself smiling.
"Anyway. The reason I called is to take you up on the
pizza offer."
Kurt almost coughed with
surprise. "Really?"
"Sure. It's not like I have anything--"
Somebody else in the Institute
picked up the phone. Evan's voice
filtered into their conversation. "Hey, whoever's on the phone, I need to use it."
Jane breathed out slowly. "Perhaps you should wait until the
person using the phone is actually done before demanding the appliance
from them," she intoned coldly.
"Uh… Yeah, whatever." Evan sounded flustered before he hung up.
Jane snorted. "Asshole."
Kurt panicked slightly. "Uh, wh-what were you
saying?" His voice had risen half
an octave.
"Hmm." Jane paused for a
moment, but ignored it. "I was
saying that I don't have anything else to do. My dad's going to be home really late anyway."
Kurt held the phone against his head
with his shoulder, casting about for his holographic watch. He wrapped it around his wrist and buckled
it into place. Nightcrawler's visage
fizzled and disappeared, replaced with Kurt Wagner's. "Cool. I'll see you
at the Pizza Café in a half hour, ja?"
"Ja." Jane mimicked his accent. "See you there."
"See you."
Click, and the conversation
was over.
Kurt gave his hair a once-over with
the brush. He looked at himself in the mirror
and smiled wolfishly. He ported to the front
door, snatching his coat. As an
afterthought, he peeked into the library, seeing Scott. "Scott, I'll be out at the Pizza Café."
"D'you need a ride?" Scott glanced up from his homework.
"Nah, I'll walk,
thanks." Kurt started out, but was
hailed back by Scott's voice.
"You're going all by
yourself?"
Kurt puffed out his narrow chest,
slightly proud. "I'm meeting Jane
there."
Scott grew serious. "She's the one from the
cafeteria?"
Kurt faltered. "Ja."
Scot sighed. "Kurt, she's not a nice person."
Kurt spread his hands. "Ja, I know. It's refreshing," he added, smiling to let Scott know that
he was joking.
Scott cracked a small grin. "Go on, then."
Kurt quietly thanked any deity that
may exist and ran out of the door, slipping into his coat.
"Just be careful!" Scott's
words echoed after him, unheeded.