Note: OK, the ages of the people are as following,
Jean & Scott- 19- in collage now.
Kurt, Rogue, & Isabella- 17- senior's next school year.
Evan & Kitty- 15- sophomore's next school year.
Get it now.
Oh and because it's way to hard to type that way. I am trying to type in Kurt's accent. But I am attempting Rogue's, but if it looks awful please tell because I'll stop trying.

Part 4

about one month later.

Isabella stared at her handy work. It had been a project since before she had her license, but it was finally finish, with a little help from her newly found power. She had converted the roof of her car to a convertible. She had been working on this, and practicing her power, nonstop for the past weeks. She had been introduced to everyone on one her first days here. The German one, Kurt, had been really nice. He tried to make conversation with her everyday. The few times he was home when she had training sessions he had been there watching. After one of the first ones, when she was still passing out, she woke up in his arms as he carried her to her room. He had been so kind to her even though she was so rude to everyone. She blown off Kitty's attempt to make friends. That girl seem to like nothing that wasn't mentioned in Seventeen. Isabella did liked Rogue though, she had a pretty cool collection of books. Evan, well he was alright, she always stole his game boy when he went to school. She still wouldn't tell anyone about her video game addiction. And then there was Scott, he was one of the main reasons she had been hiding. When they reached the Institute, she found out he was involved with Jean. This made the the flirting he had done when they first met a complete hoax. Jean was alright though, she didn't mind the fellow telepath. Her powers, they scared her. Evan had startled her a couple days ago, causing her to let out a small shriek. Sending him flying off his skateboard, into a wall. Everything was just to confusing.

Strolling back to the main building she caught a glance of the younger x-men coming up the drive-way. She grimaced at the thought of actual contact with more people. She scurried into the house and up to her room. Lest they catch her covered in grease.

*****
It was their last day of school. Kurt stared after Isabella as he saw her walking into the mansion. She looked like a mechanic with her rolled down jump suit, and tight-fitting white racing tank. He sighed wistfully.

Evan glared at him, he didn't think much of her, not since he was now nursing a sprain wrist from being sent flying by her scream. As far as Kurt thought it was his own damn fault. The Professor had warned them all not to scared her, explaining the extent of her powers. Evan had done it on purpose, riding up behind her.

"She still, like, avoiding us!" Kitty commented glancing at Isabella's retreating form.

"Ah don't blame her," Rogue mumbled under her breath as she pulled into the garage. They all grabbed their bags from the trunk. And headed up to the mansion. As Kitty and Rogue retreated to their rooms, they heard the pounding music coming from Isabella's room. It was from that Les Miserabla musical. They had heard that she had been cast in one of the lead roles on Broadway, but her power wouldn't let her perform, cause of the singing.

"Do you think she'll ever get over it?" Kitty asked tentatively.

"Well, ah don't know. Ah mean she could have been a big star, but now look at her! All she ever does is work on that car of her's and practice in the danger room! But leave her alone, Ah mean Kurt's trying to get her to open up. I think he likes her." She said with a thought as she enter the room tossing her bag on the floor she curled up on her bed.

*****

Isabella stood in front of her mirror admiring her new bathing suit. It was a pair of dark blue board shorts, and a fairly small matching bikini top that showed off her few curves. The only thing that she didn't like about it was that it showed her tattoo. That was a day she would soon like to forget. As she hiked up the back of the shorts, covering the small black and red ladybug permanently stuck on her lower back. She grabbed a towel from the bathroom and headed down to the pool. After a long day in the garage she needed a few laps to cool down. She usually went swimming when the other teens were away, but she couldn't avoid them all much longer.

When she reached the pool no one was there all the better she thought as she dove into the clear crisp water. Surfacing, she swam a few laps before flipping onto her back, she floated for a while, holding the edge of the pool with her hand, her bright purple hair floated around her. She thought she should get it cut, it was now down below her butt. Her hair had always grown extremely fast. She was pondering this thought as the sound of feet padded across the cement. A second later a huge splash and water surge filled the pool. Losing her grip on the edge, and her balance, Isabella was pulled under the now choppy water. As she swam to what she thought was the surface she hit her head on the bottom of the pool, fazed for a moment. She started to panic as she ran out of oxygen, flailing under the water, she felt a pair of strong, yet strange felling, arms grab her around her waist, pulling her to the surface.

Breaking the water's edge, she drew a deep breath. She was still being pulled by her savior. As they reached the shallow end she spun around to face a concern Kurt.

"Are you ok Frualien?" he asked.

She just stared at him for a moment. She could get lost in those big eye of his. Shaking her head yes, she clambered out of the pool. Grabbing her towel, she wrapped it around her, suddenly very cold, yet hot at the same time.

He follow her out of the pool, grabbing his own towel, patting dry his fur. "Are you sure your Ok?" he asked, he was very concerned. She just nodded, sitting down on one of the lounge chairs, laying back she caught her breath. He sat on the end of it. He felt kind of tinglely, he could still feel her skin against his arm and stomach. "I probably should have yelled or something!" he said with a grin, trying to get her to smile. "Maybe cowabunga! Or vatch out below!" he kept trying.

She finally cracked a grin at the last comment, "How bout Fire in the hole!"

"Dat's a good one," he said. Standing up he offered her his hand. She took it as he pulled her into a standing position. She turned to go back to the house but he grabbed her shoulder. "You wanna go back to the house?" she nodded, starting to go, but he stopped her. "Let's take a short cut!" And with that he grabbed her arm, there a small "Poof" she blinked and they were in her room.

"We-we-we-we-we-we-we just poofed!" she stammered. Sitting on the edge of her bed.

"Actually, ve've named it porting." He said in matter of fact tone, leaning against her desk. Looking around her room, he had seen it briefly before, when he had brought her from one of her training sessions. But now with the lights n he could see it more clearly. Stuck all over the walls were posters of famous artwork, magazine cut-outs, and other pictures.

While he was examine her walls Isabella, finally over porting for the very first time, walked over to her mirror. Grabbing a random brush, she flipped her hair over her head, brushing down (well straight up if she was upright) pulling into a high ponytail. Still bent over, she felt a small point of pressure where her tattoo was. Standing up, her eyes meet Kurt's reflected in the mirror.

"What's dis?" he asked slyly. Obviously digging for her to open up a bit. She couldn't say no to those eye's of his. She spun around, her face only an inch away from her's.

"The leftover reminder, why alcohol is really really bad for you sanity." She said blushing, as she felt her skin brush against his. His cheek area turned a darker shade of blue, She guessed he was blushing to. Stepping back she sat ontop her bureau, patting the space next to her. He sat down, "It was a year ago, Rick Brought my mom to Newport, to meet his family and stuff."

"Vho's Rick?" he asked.

"My stepfather," she replied her tone turned very icy. Nobody knew all the stuff that man had done to her. Nobody would either. "Anyways, they had to bring me along. They left me with his brother's family. The son, David, well we hit it off. He took me to see a movie. Then next day all of the adults went somewhere. I don't know where. We were left to our own demise. We went out and got really drunk. That's the last thing I remember about that night. The next morning I woke up in his room, with this thing stuck on my back." She finished. This was the first time she had told the story to anyone. It felt strangely good, almost right to be telling Kurt. He gazed into her eyes, very interested and concerned.

"Vov, that sounds, umm, vell it sound something." He replied. To him, just being with her felt right. He edge closer to her, "I think it looks cute." He casually draped his arm across her back. She smiled and looked into his eyes.

"really?" she whispered drawing closer to his face, he nodded and leaning in closer. Just as their lips touched Isabella jumped back, Isabella, would you please report to the danger room for training. the professor interrupted her thoughts. She wondered if he knew the going ons of the students, ignoring that thought. Ok Professor, be there in minute. She focused in on Kurt, who was not surprised at her little mental conversation.

"Vell, I guess you have to go." Went to get up, but Isabella hung on to his arm.

"I think we need to continue our activity first." She replied. Standing up so she faced him. He leaned down as she leaned up. She felt the soft dry skin of his lips. The fur around his mouth tickled her face, but she didn't care. His hands were gently holding her around the small of her back. Her arms wrapped around his neck. After a moment he pulled back, goofy grin on his face. His tail was dancing happily behind him. Isabella!!! the professor came in again. Yeah, I'm coming "Wait here." She asked Kurt as she ran into the bathroom and changed. She emerged in her tight fitting leather uniform. Grabbing his hand, "To the danger room." She said, punching her fist into the air, as they ported out.


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Hope you like, no flames please.

Maria