Disclaimer: ALL MARVEL'S!! NOT MINE!! NO SUE!!
Author's note: Thanks to all the reviewers who gave me their praise.
I just can't thank any of you enough. This story is written for all of
you. Especially you, mistogirl. YOU RULE!!
Chapt 12 of Junior X
Of stuffed animals and basketball games.
He was in heaven.
A gentle angel was caressing him on his cheek. Beautiful dark hair, with eyes
of the deepest amber. It spoke to him softly, filling his heart with love.
"Kurt?" It's celestial voice called.
He snapped awake. To his delight, his dream was not all in his head. His angel,
his Katzchen, Kitty Pryde, had just returned from her shopping trip. She sat on the
edge of the chair, softly coaxing him awake by stroking his cheek. "I'm sorry!! I
didn't want to wake you up, sweetheart, but I just wanted to let you know I'm back'
Kitty said as she kissed him passionately, her tongue deeply tasting him. "I won't
bring up what happened with Logan this morning. No need. Kurt doesn't need any
stress whatsoever." She thought to herself as she smiled at him and looked deeply into
his eyes. "It's good to see you getting the rest you need, darling. So, how was
your day?"
"Nice, but boring without you, love." Kurt purred as he pulled her down to him on the chair
and began nibbling her neck.
Kitty moaned with pleasure, slightly laughing as his fangs tickled her skin.
"I got your ice cream, fuzzy." Kitty said as she rubbed his belly.
"Danke, but right now, I'm hungry for something else." Kurt said seductively as one strong three-
fingered hand ran its way up her jean-clad thigh.
Kitty breathed deeply. She loved him so. Being with Kurt gave her such a rush, such a natural high.
To her, no drug or substance could make her so drunk with pleasure as the love she had for her husband
and her three unborn children. "Oh, is that so?" She teased, unbuttoning his jeans.
He groaned with need as he stood up and guided Kitty to the bed. He began to plant kisses on her neck as she
began to unbutton his shirt.
"Now, would you mind satisfying your pregnant husband's craving?" Kurt grinned, looking into her deep brown
eyes.
"Actually, I'm craving the same thing." She said as she began to kiss his now-bare chest.
For the next hour, the two lovers were one, lost in their own blissful world.
*************
Saturday afternoons were typically boring around the X-mansion. This one was no exception. Each X-man
looked to his or her own devices for entertainment or leisure.
How she hated to have so much free time on her hands. It gave her too much time to ponder life and how utterly
useless she felt hers was. Rogue stood quietly on the balcony outside her room, the cool autumn air playing
with her white shocked auburn hair. It was times like this that she felt hopeless and alone, her green eyes
welling with tears of dreams that would never be.
"All this time," she thought to herself. "An' ah ain't got no more control over mah powers than Ah did when Ah
first got here." The simplest of thing that people took for granted, touching another person, kissing or expressing
love, having children. Those were things that people wouldn't treat so carelessly if they knew the pain of never
being able to have those things, of doing without.
She loathed feeling sorry for herself. She absolutely hated it. She was suppose to be stronger than this. "Ol tough-
as nails Rogue. Never givin' an inch." Her eyes were overflowing now. If only people knew how much pain she held.
To look at couples that were so happy like Kurt and Kitty or Scott and Jean only made the pain worse, filling her
with jealousy she wished she didn't have. She loved them all dearly, but she couldn't help herself. She simply
wanted the things they had.
"Mon petite? Where you be?" came a male voice from the inside.
"Aw, God!" Rogue thought to herself. She couldn't let him see her like this. She quickly wiped the tears as best she
could, and called out to the voice's owner. "Out here, Remy!" she shouted, putting on her best smile.
"Ah! Dere you are, Chere!" Remy walked out onto the balcony. He smiled, and carefully put one arm around her. "Why you
be out here, all by yourself? You too beautiful to be alone." He said, charming her all the way.
"Yeah, well." She mumbled, turning her gaze away from him and onto the courtyard below.
A frown came onto the Cajun's face. He stepped back and looked at his love. "Aw, what de matter wit' mah petit? Tell Remy.
You know Ah be here for you, no matter." Remy said as he forced the southern belle to rest her head on his chest.
"Remy, doncha ever wanna, well..." she looked up at him, her green eyes burning into Remy's. "Ah mean, doncha wanna woman
you can touch? Doncha think I'm a waste of time? After all, I can never fully be with you, never bear you a child."
Remy hugged her as tightly as possible. He knew what had made her feel this way. She was planning a baby shower for Kurt
in the next couple of months, and that was what had her thinking. "It's Kurt, ain't it?" Remy asked. "You got ta thinkin' about
dis because you look at Kurt and he's..." Remy trailed off, stiffling back a laugh. He couldn't help it. He couldn't get used to
saying it. Even though in his mind he had grown to accept it, saying it gave it realism. "Kurt's pregnant, an' it's made ya think
about kids, non?" Remy asked tenderly, brushing her hair out of her face, careful not to touch bare skin.
Rogue simply nodded. "When Ah was younger, Ah had so many hopes, so many dreams. Ah though fer sure Ah'd be able to control mah powers
by now. Bein' the loser Ah am, Ah never could." she was sobbing now. "An' you deserve better n' me!"
The cajun was practically insulted by what she just said.
"Chere! How dare you! Judge mah taste in women as unfit!! An' you just insulted de love of Remy's life!" He forced Rogue to look him in the
eye.
"Mon petite, you should've been an x-man long enough to know dat de impossible always be possible." He sighed. "Kitty and Kurt, de thought
de never have anoder baby, but Hank, he made it possible. We got us a pregnant man on our hands, fer God's sake! Who would have ever dreamed!
If dat be possible..." He buried her head in his chest. "Den anything be possible for you, darlin'"
Rogue hugged Remy tight. "You really think so? Ah mean, who knows how long...."
"Yes, mah peach. Remy hope dat day come soon. But if not, he'll wait. He'll wait as long as it take. And it be worth it." Remy said
"Oh, Remy! Ah," Rogue stammered.
"Sshhh, mah fine beauty. 'Nuff o' dat. Just know how much ah love you. Now, an' always. We'll get through dis, you an' me." Remy whispered.
And as the two watched the sun sink into the horizon, they held each other, nuturing one another with their love, and Rogue's soul filled with
new hope as darkness slowly started to fall
******
"It's 8:00!! Time for the game!!" Kurt shouted at the dinner table as he rose to his feet and kissed his wife on the cheek.
"You men and sports." Kitty giggled.
"And will this man's wife join him?" he asked with a pleading smile. Remy and Rogue were out to dinner, The Professor didn't care for sports, and
while Scott loved to participate in a game, he would seldom watch one. And Logan? Well... "Please Katzchen!!I know you don't like basketball, but.."
"Oh, baby! I'd climb a mountain for you! I'd give you my life!! But.." she laughed. "I hate Sports!! It's so boring to watch!! Besides, Jean, Betsy and I
rented a movie, and we had plans to watch it in Jean's room. Sort of a girl thing, you know."
"O.k. That's fine. But you better be in bed by 11:00! I have plans for you." He purred, nibbling her ear lobe.
"Are they anything like the ones you had for me when I came home from shopping this afternoon?" she cooed to him, working her hand up his shirt.
"Oh, yes." Kurt said, locking her lips into his.
"I will certainly hurry back, then!!" As she rose to her feet, she smacked him playfully on his rear and retreated upstairs.
"This has been a fun day indeed." Kurt smiled inwardly as he made his way to the recreation room.
*********************
As he opened the rec room doors, he noticed immediatley how cold it was. Naturally, since none of the x-men spend a great deal of
time in here. He stumbled around in the darkness until he finally found the lightswitch.
What he found waiting for him took him by surprise.
Sitting there, on the floor in front of the sectional sofa, was a very large present. Wrapped in gold foil and tied with a large red
ribbon, it stood nearly three feet high adn was every bit of five feet lling.
"Oh, no." Kurt thought as he cautiously approached the gift. His eyes scanned the top. Attached to the large red bow was a white card,
with the name "Kurt" scrawled on it in black ink.
"Should I open it? I don't know if I should. It could be a trap. Arcade is bad for things like this." He pondered, taking the card with
his name in his hand and looking over it carefully. There was no name anywhere telling the young blue mutant who the package was from.
"Should I tell the others?" Kurt thought. "It certainly looks harmless enough."
Through weighing out his options and looking over the package one last time, curiousity finally got the best of Kurt Wagner. He undid the
ribbon, and carefully began to unpeel the gold foil from the gift, revealing a white box with its accompanying lid underneath.
"I've come this far, no need to stop now." Kurt told himself as he carefully lifted the lid. He peeked slowly into it, a part of him expecting
the worst.
What was in the box was nothing of the sort. He beamed in delight as he pulled three large stuffed panda bears from the box, one by one. All three
had large yellow bows around their necks, and tags shaped like hearts in their ears. Kurt smiled. "Who in the world did this wonderful thing?" He
shouted in glee as he tossed one of the bears playfully in the air.
"I didn't buy them for you, elf." came a husky voice from behind him. "There fer the little ones. But if ya want one that bad, I could probably see
my way ta gettin' ya one." Kurt turned around, recognizing the voice. It had been a voice he hadn't heard speak to him in weeks. His heart shot into
his throat with happiness. "Logan?" Kurt asked, a wide smile spreading on his face. "You did this? You bought these?"
"No, I shoplifted them." Logan chuckled. "Of course, I bought 'em! Ya didn't think Uncle Logan wuz gonna let his little darlins' do without, did ya?"
He stood there, waiting for Kurt's reaction.
Kurt could feel the weight lift off his shoulders. He was so hoping that Logan would come around, and he did. "Logan, I don't know what to say! I...."
"O.K. You don't, but I know what I have to say. Have a seat." Logan pointed to the sofa, and Kurt sat down. Logan proceeded to take the seat next to him.
Logan gazed down at the floor for a second, his hands clapped together in thought. He finally took a deep breath. It never was easy to swallow his
pride and admit he was wrong. But he wasn't stupid. He knew when to do it, and this was one of those times. He looked at Kurt, who was staring at him,
waiting for him to speak.
"Elf," Logan sighed, then continued. "Ya see, what I got ta say don't come easy fer me. Hell, it never did. But, I have trouble expressin' how I feel."
Kurt stiffled back a laugh. This was suppose to be new to him? But he was all too familar with the fact that, even though Logan had a heart of gold,
he always tried to bury it beneath a stoney mask. "I understand." Kurt answered.
"Yeah, but, look. What I'm tryin' ta say is, when I found out about this, I was angry, sure. But I didn't tell ya why it made me angry." Logan said, sincerity
in his rough features.
"I assumed everything about this upset you." Kurt replyed.
"No, not exactly. Ya see, Kurt.... Oh, Hell! I was mad because I was worried sick about ya!" Logan finally spat out.
Kurt sat and looked at Logan with warm, caring eyes. He knew deep in his heart that there was more to Logan's anger than simply thinking this situation was
unnatural. "Vas?" Kurt asked softly.
"Kurt, in my life, I've lost so many people. So many that I loved with my heart and soul. Everytime I find someone that meant somethin' ta me in one way or
another, and I told 'em so, I'd loose 'em." Logan looked Kurt in the eye, searching for the young man's reaction.
"I lost Ororo and Jacob last year. I loved them with every fiber of my bein'. They meant so much ta me, like you and Kitty do."
He looked back toward the ground, sorrow filling his voice. "What happens? They leave me? I wonder why everyone I love so much leaves me!"
Kurt's heart slammed against his chest. This whole time, Logan had nothing but undying worry for him and these children. Kurt felt so ashamed. Anger was the
only way Logan knew how to express it. If he buried himself in it, he wouldn't have to deal with it. "Logan?" Kurt asked.
"Ya see, elf. I'm gonna shoot it to ya straight. Kitty's my punkin! I couldn't love her no more than if she were mine by blood. And you? God Kurt! Ye're the
son I never had! I could've never hoped fer a kid better than you!" Logan said. Kurt knew that, for Logan, pouring his heart out like this was almost impossible.
Yet, here he sat, putting everything out in the open. "I..." Kurt was at a loss for words.
"See, I need to finish sayin' what I started ta say in the warroom the day we all found out about this. I stomped out before I could finish." Logan looked at
Kurt in the eye. "Remember when I said if somethin' happened to you durin' this whole thing, and Kitty would loose her husband?"
Kurt nodded. "Ja. And you said you would have lost something, but you neglected to tell us before you stormed out of the warroom. What was it?" Kurt asked,
placing a supportive hand on Logan's shoulder.
"Well, what I wanted ta say was, if somethin' happened ta you, Elf, then Kitty had lost her husband, and I would have lost my son." Logan rasped.
Kurt looked affectionatley at the older man. For so long, he had looked to Logan as a big brother, a father figure. It was apparent that Logan saw it the same way.
"Logan, the one thing that hurt me so bad about all of this was that, well, you are my father figure. I've always looked up to you, and all I wanted was your support."
Kurt spoke.
"Well, elf, ya got it! Ten times over!! Just promise me one thing..." Logan said, patting Kurt on the back.
"Anything, Logan. Anything." Kurt smiled. He was so glad this was over, and he had his friend, his "Father" back.
"If ya do anythin' stupid while yer in the family way, if ya don't take care of yerself like I think ya should be.." Logan popped his claws, a wicked but playful smile
going across his face. "It'll be slice and dice!! Get it, bub?"
Kurt laughed hysterically. "Yes sir!! What ever you say sir!!" Kurt turned on the television. "You know, your little darlings would certainly love to have their
Uncle Logan watch the game with them and their father." Kurt said as he leaned back in his seat and folded his hands atop his stomach.
"That's Grandpa Logan, and I wouldn't miss this game fer the world!" Logan said as he too leaned back in his seat.
And there they sat, "Father" and "Son", watching the game and using the time to get to bond.-
Author's note: Thanks to all the reviewers who gave me their praise.
I just can't thank any of you enough. This story is written for all of
you. Especially you, mistogirl. YOU RULE!!
Chapt 12 of Junior X
Of stuffed animals and basketball games.
He was in heaven.
A gentle angel was caressing him on his cheek. Beautiful dark hair, with eyes
of the deepest amber. It spoke to him softly, filling his heart with love.
"Kurt?" It's celestial voice called.
He snapped awake. To his delight, his dream was not all in his head. His angel,
his Katzchen, Kitty Pryde, had just returned from her shopping trip. She sat on the
edge of the chair, softly coaxing him awake by stroking his cheek. "I'm sorry!! I
didn't want to wake you up, sweetheart, but I just wanted to let you know I'm back'
Kitty said as she kissed him passionately, her tongue deeply tasting him. "I won't
bring up what happened with Logan this morning. No need. Kurt doesn't need any
stress whatsoever." She thought to herself as she smiled at him and looked deeply into
his eyes. "It's good to see you getting the rest you need, darling. So, how was
your day?"
"Nice, but boring without you, love." Kurt purred as he pulled her down to him on the chair
and began nibbling her neck.
Kitty moaned with pleasure, slightly laughing as his fangs tickled her skin.
"I got your ice cream, fuzzy." Kitty said as she rubbed his belly.
"Danke, but right now, I'm hungry for something else." Kurt said seductively as one strong three-
fingered hand ran its way up her jean-clad thigh.
Kitty breathed deeply. She loved him so. Being with Kurt gave her such a rush, such a natural high.
To her, no drug or substance could make her so drunk with pleasure as the love she had for her husband
and her three unborn children. "Oh, is that so?" She teased, unbuttoning his jeans.
He groaned with need as he stood up and guided Kitty to the bed. He began to plant kisses on her neck as she
began to unbutton his shirt.
"Now, would you mind satisfying your pregnant husband's craving?" Kurt grinned, looking into her deep brown
eyes.
"Actually, I'm craving the same thing." She said as she began to kiss his now-bare chest.
For the next hour, the two lovers were one, lost in their own blissful world.
*************
Saturday afternoons were typically boring around the X-mansion. This one was no exception. Each X-man
looked to his or her own devices for entertainment or leisure.
How she hated to have so much free time on her hands. It gave her too much time to ponder life and how utterly
useless she felt hers was. Rogue stood quietly on the balcony outside her room, the cool autumn air playing
with her white shocked auburn hair. It was times like this that she felt hopeless and alone, her green eyes
welling with tears of dreams that would never be.
"All this time," she thought to herself. "An' ah ain't got no more control over mah powers than Ah did when Ah
first got here." The simplest of thing that people took for granted, touching another person, kissing or expressing
love, having children. Those were things that people wouldn't treat so carelessly if they knew the pain of never
being able to have those things, of doing without.
She loathed feeling sorry for herself. She absolutely hated it. She was suppose to be stronger than this. "Ol tough-
as nails Rogue. Never givin' an inch." Her eyes were overflowing now. If only people knew how much pain she held.
To look at couples that were so happy like Kurt and Kitty or Scott and Jean only made the pain worse, filling her
with jealousy she wished she didn't have. She loved them all dearly, but she couldn't help herself. She simply
wanted the things they had.
"Mon petite? Where you be?" came a male voice from the inside.
"Aw, God!" Rogue thought to herself. She couldn't let him see her like this. She quickly wiped the tears as best she
could, and called out to the voice's owner. "Out here, Remy!" she shouted, putting on her best smile.
"Ah! Dere you are, Chere!" Remy walked out onto the balcony. He smiled, and carefully put one arm around her. "Why you
be out here, all by yourself? You too beautiful to be alone." He said, charming her all the way.
"Yeah, well." She mumbled, turning her gaze away from him and onto the courtyard below.
A frown came onto the Cajun's face. He stepped back and looked at his love. "Aw, what de matter wit' mah petit? Tell Remy.
You know Ah be here for you, no matter." Remy said as he forced the southern belle to rest her head on his chest.
"Remy, doncha ever wanna, well..." she looked up at him, her green eyes burning into Remy's. "Ah mean, doncha wanna woman
you can touch? Doncha think I'm a waste of time? After all, I can never fully be with you, never bear you a child."
Remy hugged her as tightly as possible. He knew what had made her feel this way. She was planning a baby shower for Kurt
in the next couple of months, and that was what had her thinking. "It's Kurt, ain't it?" Remy asked. "You got ta thinkin' about
dis because you look at Kurt and he's..." Remy trailed off, stiffling back a laugh. He couldn't help it. He couldn't get used to
saying it. Even though in his mind he had grown to accept it, saying it gave it realism. "Kurt's pregnant, an' it's made ya think
about kids, non?" Remy asked tenderly, brushing her hair out of her face, careful not to touch bare skin.
Rogue simply nodded. "When Ah was younger, Ah had so many hopes, so many dreams. Ah though fer sure Ah'd be able to control mah powers
by now. Bein' the loser Ah am, Ah never could." she was sobbing now. "An' you deserve better n' me!"
The cajun was practically insulted by what she just said.
"Chere! How dare you! Judge mah taste in women as unfit!! An' you just insulted de love of Remy's life!" He forced Rogue to look him in the
eye.
"Mon petite, you should've been an x-man long enough to know dat de impossible always be possible." He sighed. "Kitty and Kurt, de thought
de never have anoder baby, but Hank, he made it possible. We got us a pregnant man on our hands, fer God's sake! Who would have ever dreamed!
If dat be possible..." He buried her head in his chest. "Den anything be possible for you, darlin'"
Rogue hugged Remy tight. "You really think so? Ah mean, who knows how long...."
"Yes, mah peach. Remy hope dat day come soon. But if not, he'll wait. He'll wait as long as it take. And it be worth it." Remy said
"Oh, Remy! Ah," Rogue stammered.
"Sshhh, mah fine beauty. 'Nuff o' dat. Just know how much ah love you. Now, an' always. We'll get through dis, you an' me." Remy whispered.
And as the two watched the sun sink into the horizon, they held each other, nuturing one another with their love, and Rogue's soul filled with
new hope as darkness slowly started to fall
******
"It's 8:00!! Time for the game!!" Kurt shouted at the dinner table as he rose to his feet and kissed his wife on the cheek.
"You men and sports." Kitty giggled.
"And will this man's wife join him?" he asked with a pleading smile. Remy and Rogue were out to dinner, The Professor didn't care for sports, and
while Scott loved to participate in a game, he would seldom watch one. And Logan? Well... "Please Katzchen!!I know you don't like basketball, but.."
"Oh, baby! I'd climb a mountain for you! I'd give you my life!! But.." she laughed. "I hate Sports!! It's so boring to watch!! Besides, Jean, Betsy and I
rented a movie, and we had plans to watch it in Jean's room. Sort of a girl thing, you know."
"O.k. That's fine. But you better be in bed by 11:00! I have plans for you." He purred, nibbling her ear lobe.
"Are they anything like the ones you had for me when I came home from shopping this afternoon?" she cooed to him, working her hand up his shirt.
"Oh, yes." Kurt said, locking her lips into his.
"I will certainly hurry back, then!!" As she rose to her feet, she smacked him playfully on his rear and retreated upstairs.
"This has been a fun day indeed." Kurt smiled inwardly as he made his way to the recreation room.
*********************
As he opened the rec room doors, he noticed immediatley how cold it was. Naturally, since none of the x-men spend a great deal of
time in here. He stumbled around in the darkness until he finally found the lightswitch.
What he found waiting for him took him by surprise.
Sitting there, on the floor in front of the sectional sofa, was a very large present. Wrapped in gold foil and tied with a large red
ribbon, it stood nearly three feet high adn was every bit of five feet lling.
"Oh, no." Kurt thought as he cautiously approached the gift. His eyes scanned the top. Attached to the large red bow was a white card,
with the name "Kurt" scrawled on it in black ink.
"Should I open it? I don't know if I should. It could be a trap. Arcade is bad for things like this." He pondered, taking the card with
his name in his hand and looking over it carefully. There was no name anywhere telling the young blue mutant who the package was from.
"Should I tell the others?" Kurt thought. "It certainly looks harmless enough."
Through weighing out his options and looking over the package one last time, curiousity finally got the best of Kurt Wagner. He undid the
ribbon, and carefully began to unpeel the gold foil from the gift, revealing a white box with its accompanying lid underneath.
"I've come this far, no need to stop now." Kurt told himself as he carefully lifted the lid. He peeked slowly into it, a part of him expecting
the worst.
What was in the box was nothing of the sort. He beamed in delight as he pulled three large stuffed panda bears from the box, one by one. All three
had large yellow bows around their necks, and tags shaped like hearts in their ears. Kurt smiled. "Who in the world did this wonderful thing?" He
shouted in glee as he tossed one of the bears playfully in the air.
"I didn't buy them for you, elf." came a husky voice from behind him. "There fer the little ones. But if ya want one that bad, I could probably see
my way ta gettin' ya one." Kurt turned around, recognizing the voice. It had been a voice he hadn't heard speak to him in weeks. His heart shot into
his throat with happiness. "Logan?" Kurt asked, a wide smile spreading on his face. "You did this? You bought these?"
"No, I shoplifted them." Logan chuckled. "Of course, I bought 'em! Ya didn't think Uncle Logan wuz gonna let his little darlins' do without, did ya?"
He stood there, waiting for Kurt's reaction.
Kurt could feel the weight lift off his shoulders. He was so hoping that Logan would come around, and he did. "Logan, I don't know what to say! I...."
"O.K. You don't, but I know what I have to say. Have a seat." Logan pointed to the sofa, and Kurt sat down. Logan proceeded to take the seat next to him.
Logan gazed down at the floor for a second, his hands clapped together in thought. He finally took a deep breath. It never was easy to swallow his
pride and admit he was wrong. But he wasn't stupid. He knew when to do it, and this was one of those times. He looked at Kurt, who was staring at him,
waiting for him to speak.
"Elf," Logan sighed, then continued. "Ya see, what I got ta say don't come easy fer me. Hell, it never did. But, I have trouble expressin' how I feel."
Kurt stiffled back a laugh. This was suppose to be new to him? But he was all too familar with the fact that, even though Logan had a heart of gold,
he always tried to bury it beneath a stoney mask. "I understand." Kurt answered.
"Yeah, but, look. What I'm tryin' ta say is, when I found out about this, I was angry, sure. But I didn't tell ya why it made me angry." Logan said, sincerity
in his rough features.
"I assumed everything about this upset you." Kurt replyed.
"No, not exactly. Ya see, Kurt.... Oh, Hell! I was mad because I was worried sick about ya!" Logan finally spat out.
Kurt sat and looked at Logan with warm, caring eyes. He knew deep in his heart that there was more to Logan's anger than simply thinking this situation was
unnatural. "Vas?" Kurt asked softly.
"Kurt, in my life, I've lost so many people. So many that I loved with my heart and soul. Everytime I find someone that meant somethin' ta me in one way or
another, and I told 'em so, I'd loose 'em." Logan looked Kurt in the eye, searching for the young man's reaction.
"I lost Ororo and Jacob last year. I loved them with every fiber of my bein'. They meant so much ta me, like you and Kitty do."
He looked back toward the ground, sorrow filling his voice. "What happens? They leave me? I wonder why everyone I love so much leaves me!"
Kurt's heart slammed against his chest. This whole time, Logan had nothing but undying worry for him and these children. Kurt felt so ashamed. Anger was the
only way Logan knew how to express it. If he buried himself in it, he wouldn't have to deal with it. "Logan?" Kurt asked.
"Ya see, elf. I'm gonna shoot it to ya straight. Kitty's my punkin! I couldn't love her no more than if she were mine by blood. And you? God Kurt! Ye're the
son I never had! I could've never hoped fer a kid better than you!" Logan said. Kurt knew that, for Logan, pouring his heart out like this was almost impossible.
Yet, here he sat, putting everything out in the open. "I..." Kurt was at a loss for words.
"See, I need to finish sayin' what I started ta say in the warroom the day we all found out about this. I stomped out before I could finish." Logan looked at
Kurt in the eye. "Remember when I said if somethin' happened to you durin' this whole thing, and Kitty would loose her husband?"
Kurt nodded. "Ja. And you said you would have lost something, but you neglected to tell us before you stormed out of the warroom. What was it?" Kurt asked,
placing a supportive hand on Logan's shoulder.
"Well, what I wanted ta say was, if somethin' happened ta you, Elf, then Kitty had lost her husband, and I would have lost my son." Logan rasped.
Kurt looked affectionatley at the older man. For so long, he had looked to Logan as a big brother, a father figure. It was apparent that Logan saw it the same way.
"Logan, the one thing that hurt me so bad about all of this was that, well, you are my father figure. I've always looked up to you, and all I wanted was your support."
Kurt spoke.
"Well, elf, ya got it! Ten times over!! Just promise me one thing..." Logan said, patting Kurt on the back.
"Anything, Logan. Anything." Kurt smiled. He was so glad this was over, and he had his friend, his "Father" back.
"If ya do anythin' stupid while yer in the family way, if ya don't take care of yerself like I think ya should be.." Logan popped his claws, a wicked but playful smile
going across his face. "It'll be slice and dice!! Get it, bub?"
Kurt laughed hysterically. "Yes sir!! What ever you say sir!!" Kurt turned on the television. "You know, your little darlings would certainly love to have their
Uncle Logan watch the game with them and their father." Kurt said as he leaned back in his seat and folded his hands atop his stomach.
"That's Grandpa Logan, and I wouldn't miss this game fer the world!" Logan said as he too leaned back in his seat.
And there they sat, "Father" and "Son", watching the game and using the time to get to bond.-
