Mutants 101
..Scott..
by Michiru
All I can do is stare.
I'm thinking he has gone temporarily insane.
That can be the only reason, right?
Why else would Kurt be babbling to me?
In German?
"Kurt?" I put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Please. Slow down. I can't understand a word you're saying. And please. Speak English," I add with an accompanying comforting smile.
It's my job to be comforting. And strong. And always there for my friends and teammates, no matter what. That's because I'm the leader of the X-Men So, on the field and off, I must be strong and unswerving in my goals and ideals in order.. let me guess? You're asking me to shut up?
I guess I'm too serious sometimes. I just don't want to let anyone down. And I have so many people counting on me. It can be a bit unnerving on a kid my age. So I have to stay focused. Even if it does mean I'm a bit 'stiff'.
Kurt nods to me and takes a deep breath. "In order of discovery," he tells be more calmly, and more importantly, in English. "Duncan Matthews is a mutant."
"Kurt," I say slowly. "I'd like you to please use English."
"I AM using English, Scott!" He cries.
"I understood everything until you said 'mutant'."
"Duncan IS," Kurt said more firmly. "I saw it! It was freaky, Scott. His eyes… they changed. They looked… well, like cat's eyes. Really blue, though. The slitted pupils. He's a mutant."
"Maybe you were imagining it?" I'm having a bit of trouble wrapping my tired brain around this concept. After Trig, even picking what you want for lunch can be a bit mind numbing, but this is definitely bigger than fish sticks or meatloaf.
"Nein," He shook his head vehemently. "I did not imagine it. They changed for at least 10 to 20 seconds, then went back. They were b-l-u-e."
"I'll have to talk to the professor about this," I tell him, chewing on my lower lip.
Professor Charles Xavier is basically my guardian. I was orphaned in a plane crash several years ago. I lived in an orphanage until just the previous year when my power showed up, and flipped out on me. He showed up to take me away to his institute. Which was good for me, since nobody wanted to go near me after the 'accident'. You know, the one in the paper where part of the hospital wall in the room I was in blew out?
The Professor actually paid the damages, took me home, and found a method in which I could see. I'm eternally grateful. He even found my brother, whom I thought was long dead. I think of him like a father. I don't tell him, but he probably knows, seeing as he is a telepath.
And big plus… He found Jean Grey and brought her to the institute, too. Wow. She is definitely the girl of my dreams. Too bad she going out with the same jer- uh, Duncan that we're talking about now.
"Ok, Kurt, I will talk to him about it this afternoon," I repeat with a nod for emphasis.
"Good," Kurt nods back. "And the other thing. I just found out," Kurt takes on a more unhappy cast.
"What's that, Kurt?" I ask him, looking concerned. For the 'class clown' to be sad means something bad.
"I just found out that it's Rogue's birthday today," he tells be sadly.
"Really?" I know I look surprised, but then hey, I am!
"Ja," he sighs. "She doesn't seem too happy about it, and made fun of me," Kurt most certainly looked unhappy.
"You know the way she is, Kurt," I tell him gently. "She tries to make other people hurt when she's upset. She seems to care the least when she cares the most."
"You think that she cares?" Kurt asks me hopefully.
"Sure I do. Maybe she just thinks that nobody would have believed her if she said it was her birthday after you just announced yours," I tell him, pretty sure that that was it. It seems a Rogue-like thing to do. I knew for a fact that she liked Kurt. They always seemed to have a pretty good relationship. "She'll have to go to the party tonight," I tell him, with the glimmering of an idea. "Let's make it a joint party, but not tell her it is?" I ask him this, knowing that this will effect his party a great deal.
"That's a great idea!" Ever personable Kurt lights up. "We'll tell everyone, but ask them not to mention to Rogue they know, and then we can surprise her!"
I give Kurt a grin. "We'll have to buy her presents. I'll ask Jean to contact all of the X-Men and tell them about the party changes. And to not mention to Rogue that they know it's her birthday."
"She's going to SO hate us for this!" Kurt chortles evilly.
"Yeah," I grin back. "This is going to be so much fun!"
TBC
**Disclaimer**
I do not own any of the characters within this fic. This is just a fic, not gospel, and situations that may be within the show don't necessarily make their way here. And vice versa.
..Scott..
by Michiru
All I can do is stare.
I'm thinking he has gone temporarily insane.
That can be the only reason, right?
Why else would Kurt be babbling to me?
In German?
"Kurt?" I put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Please. Slow down. I can't understand a word you're saying. And please. Speak English," I add with an accompanying comforting smile.
It's my job to be comforting. And strong. And always there for my friends and teammates, no matter what. That's because I'm the leader of the X-Men So, on the field and off, I must be strong and unswerving in my goals and ideals in order.. let me guess? You're asking me to shut up?
I guess I'm too serious sometimes. I just don't want to let anyone down. And I have so many people counting on me. It can be a bit unnerving on a kid my age. So I have to stay focused. Even if it does mean I'm a bit 'stiff'.
Kurt nods to me and takes a deep breath. "In order of discovery," he tells be more calmly, and more importantly, in English. "Duncan Matthews is a mutant."
"Kurt," I say slowly. "I'd like you to please use English."
"I AM using English, Scott!" He cries.
"I understood everything until you said 'mutant'."
"Duncan IS," Kurt said more firmly. "I saw it! It was freaky, Scott. His eyes… they changed. They looked… well, like cat's eyes. Really blue, though. The slitted pupils. He's a mutant."
"Maybe you were imagining it?" I'm having a bit of trouble wrapping my tired brain around this concept. After Trig, even picking what you want for lunch can be a bit mind numbing, but this is definitely bigger than fish sticks or meatloaf.
"Nein," He shook his head vehemently. "I did not imagine it. They changed for at least 10 to 20 seconds, then went back. They were b-l-u-e."
"I'll have to talk to the professor about this," I tell him, chewing on my lower lip.
Professor Charles Xavier is basically my guardian. I was orphaned in a plane crash several years ago. I lived in an orphanage until just the previous year when my power showed up, and flipped out on me. He showed up to take me away to his institute. Which was good for me, since nobody wanted to go near me after the 'accident'. You know, the one in the paper where part of the hospital wall in the room I was in blew out?
The Professor actually paid the damages, took me home, and found a method in which I could see. I'm eternally grateful. He even found my brother, whom I thought was long dead. I think of him like a father. I don't tell him, but he probably knows, seeing as he is a telepath.
And big plus… He found Jean Grey and brought her to the institute, too. Wow. She is definitely the girl of my dreams. Too bad she going out with the same jer- uh, Duncan that we're talking about now.
"Ok, Kurt, I will talk to him about it this afternoon," I repeat with a nod for emphasis.
"Good," Kurt nods back. "And the other thing. I just found out," Kurt takes on a more unhappy cast.
"What's that, Kurt?" I ask him, looking concerned. For the 'class clown' to be sad means something bad.
"I just found out that it's Rogue's birthday today," he tells be sadly.
"Really?" I know I look surprised, but then hey, I am!
"Ja," he sighs. "She doesn't seem too happy about it, and made fun of me," Kurt most certainly looked unhappy.
"You know the way she is, Kurt," I tell him gently. "She tries to make other people hurt when she's upset. She seems to care the least when she cares the most."
"You think that she cares?" Kurt asks me hopefully.
"Sure I do. Maybe she just thinks that nobody would have believed her if she said it was her birthday after you just announced yours," I tell him, pretty sure that that was it. It seems a Rogue-like thing to do. I knew for a fact that she liked Kurt. They always seemed to have a pretty good relationship. "She'll have to go to the party tonight," I tell him, with the glimmering of an idea. "Let's make it a joint party, but not tell her it is?" I ask him this, knowing that this will effect his party a great deal.
"That's a great idea!" Ever personable Kurt lights up. "We'll tell everyone, but ask them not to mention to Rogue they know, and then we can surprise her!"
I give Kurt a grin. "We'll have to buy her presents. I'll ask Jean to contact all of the X-Men and tell them about the party changes. And to not mention to Rogue that they know it's her birthday."
"She's going to SO hate us for this!" Kurt chortles evilly.
"Yeah," I grin back. "This is going to be so much fun!"
TBC
**Disclaimer**
I do not own any of the characters within this fic. This is just a fic, not gospel, and situations that may be within the show don't necessarily make their way here. And vice versa.