Epilogue:
Author's note: Due to college restarting, updates will not be posted for a long time. I will get to them as I can, no guarantees with a full-time job and homework. There is another installment of this series, and part of it has been written. It is a Gargoyles/Star Wars/X-Men Evo/My universe mix called "Secretive Secrets". Keep your eyes open and keep the reviews coming!
On a more personal note, please donate blood or money to the Red Cross. I am not the most patriotic person, but this is my home, my territory, and it has been violated in the most cowardly of manners. Bin Laden did one thing for this world--he has united is against him. A moment of silence, and prayers to whatever deity or spirit you hold dear, Bin Laden will pay for what he has done. If he is innocent (as if), he still needs to be help responsible for past acts of cowardice. If he is guilty, he better make peace with his deity and do it fast, he signed his own death warrant on Sept 11, 2001.
And the whole world is eager for an excuse to fulfil it.
Going home
Char held tightly on Kitty before holding her out at arm's length. "I will miss you, kitten cat."
She sniffed, rubbing at her nose. "You will like, keep in touch?"
He smiled, "Of course! Ever seen those commercials on TV, 1-800-CALL-ATT? Well, they will get to know me well, and I do have your email address."
Ce'it smiled, sitting in a wheelchair next to the professor, one leg propped up on the foot rest. He was paler than normal, but looked far better than he had a few short days ago. "Your plane will be departing soon." (AN--this part was in planning long before…that day. You have no idea how weird this is to write…so it will be short)
Kitty nodded, pulling away from Char. Menga snorted softly, "I had fun, but," she sighed. "I would like to go home to where the air is breathable."
Xavier laughed softly. Jean had been pushing his chair, Scott in command of the Jedi's. Kurt strolled next to Evan, Rouge taking up the rear. "Have a safe flight and call us when you land." He pulled out a calling card and handed it to Menga.
She accepted it with a nod, walking towards the boarding attendant. She turned, impatient, "We need to leave soon, Char, our plane is about to leave."
Char smiled at Kitty, grasping her shoulder in a final squeeze before letting go. He stooped to pick up his baggage. "I will miss you, kitten cat. Email me."
She nodded wordlessly, watching him walk onto the gangway. Kitty was the first person at the large window, watching the plane taxi gracefully onto the runway. Kurt placed his hand on her shoulder, offering his companionship.
The plane lifted off, heading for the West Coast, chasing the sunset all the way home.
The End…for now.
Sorry it was so short…