Fallen Angel
By Cdragon
Disclaimer: I don't own X-men Evolution
Chapter 3: Angel Meets Devil
Mondays. Ordinary boring Mondays. They were bad enough as it is, but now it was worse. Everyone was tired and out of it. Kurt, like he had been for the last week and a half, kept to himself and barely spoke, and always seemed to have his headphones on.. Now Scott too seemed detached. He was worse than he usually was after Saturday nights events. He refused to talk about them, insisting that it was nothing. The Professor simply disappeared on Saturday night, never coming out of his office, or rolling off into the other wings. Storm, too, had disappeared after Saturday night. The Professor explained her absence as a visit to her sister's. Logan was gone, as usual, occasionally stopping by for a meal or something. So many secrets being kept created an uncomfortable tension between the remaining X-men.
Breakfast that morning was hard. Everyone was silent, the only sound being that of chewing and silverware clattering against plates. At one point, Kitty tried to lighten things up, but the moment she cleared her throat she received a group glare. After breakfast, everyone hurried out desperate to get away from the uneasiness of breakfast.
Scott was the first out, speeding off alone in his car. Next was Kurt, who just teleported off to who knows where, hopefully school. The rest of the team was left to walk.
Unknown to the rest of the team, Kurt had ported just outside the mansion. He waited until he saw the Professor leaving, with Ororo. He ported back inside. He was going to find out what happened on Saturday.
Sarah paced around her small room in the med wing. In just one day, the Professor had helped her a lot. She still didn't remember much, nothing more than her name and age. For some reason, he told her not to leave the med wing and not come in contact with anyone except he and Storm. She had also overheard him telling Scott to keep Saturday's events a secret. But then again, no one was here right now. She decided to do some exploring.
Her first priority was food. Storm had left her some breakfast, but she couldn't stand the taste of oatmeal. She walked out, casually looking into every room that she could open the door to. There were several more rooms like her own in the medical wing. It then opened up to an opposite wing and an elevator. She walked into the next wing. There was a small library, an office, and two large bedrooms. She then came to a flight of stairs. Going up, she found a living room with a large television and several video games littered around a Playstation hooked up to it. She continued walking. She passed the front door and room that opened up to a grand flight of stairs. She continued past and entered a dining room with a long table. She then entered the kitchen. After searching for a few minutes, she found a couple apples and a muffin. She found a knife and a glass. She poured herself a glass of milk and started to chop up the apples.
Kurt teleported from his bedroom into the dining room. He had intended to go to the front hall, but slightly missed his target. Behind him, noises suddenly came out of the kitchen. The TV had been turned on, and he could hear the newscasters replaying the top headlines. He figured Logan must have stopped by for a meal and Kurt was ready to bamf out, until a very female voice came from the kitchen that wasn't from the news.
"Ow!" a voice came. "Dumb apples!" He could hear the clattering of some piece of silverware clanking into the steel sink and the faucet being turned on.
Kurt was quite confused by this. It wasn't Rogue or Kitty or Jean or Storm who had made the noise. He peered into the kitchen, but all he saw was the back of the girl. Her straight black hair hung halfway down her back, over the gray tank top she was wearing. She also wore regular blue jeans and black boots. She reached back over and turned off the water. With her cut finger still in her mouth, she turned and saw Kurt, who had his image inducer turned off, staring at her.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"Y-you." Kurt mumbled, completely dumbfounded. The girl who had plagued his mind for a week and a half was standing right in front of him. He passed out.
"Oh my god! Are you okay? Damn it, speak to me Fuzzy!" Sarah shouted. She had already poured a glass of ice water in his face.
"Don't call me Fuzzy," he mumbled, barely awake.
"You're awake! Oh, wow, you nearly gave me a heart attack, keelin' over like that."
Kurt suddenly shot up.
"You! You're the girl from my nightmares!" Kurt shouted.
"What are you talking about? Why would I be in your nightmares? We've never even met."
"Who are you?" Kurt asked. He had the same accusatory voice.
"My name's Sarah. Sarah Praeger. What about you? What's yours?"
"I'm Kurt. Vaughner." He calmed down. He was concentrating on her eyes. They were the same dark gray, but instead of pain, they held fear and confusion. He could tell the same pain was there, only buried beneath everything else in her mind.
"Vell, Kurt Vaughner, vhat vas all zis stuff about me being in your dreams?" Sarah said, faking a German accent, though coming off sounding a bit too French.
"That's not funny." Kurt said, stifling a laugh at her bad impression, but then taking on a more serious tone. "Listen, this may sound really weird, but do you have wings? Like big black feathery ones?"
Sarah looked a bit startled at this question, but nodded.
"Watch," she said. She closed her eyes and winced as her gleaming black wings tore out of her back. She beat them a few times. They were wet, and weak at first, like a butterfly when it first comes out of its cocoon. The were quickly dry and strong. She seemed quite commanding with her wings spread out behind her.
