Mutants 101
..Duncan II...
by Michiru
Ah, this is the life. Cruisin down the highway, wind blowin in my hair, The guy of my dreams sitting in the passenger seat of my car, laughing at my lame jokes.
That's right, Kurt is in my car, and I'm driving him home. Cool. He wants to take me home to meet his Professor Xavier because he says I'm something called a mutant.
Wild, huh?
But, hey, I'm up for any wild ride. Especially if I get to be closer to Kurt.
I love his accent. It's pretty sexy.
Did I mention that this is so sweet?
"So," I speak up again, "what exactly do you think I can do?"
"Well," he frowns slightly, "whatever it is, it's to do with cats. Your eyes were most definitely cat like." He brightens up (cutely), "Do you ever want to scratch furniture, or rub against people's legs?"
"Other than yours?" I flirt.
"Uh.. w-w-well," he stutters.
"Not really," I grin over at him as I pull up to the gates of the mansion. "But I like to take naps in the sun, and my sense of hearing and smelling is pretty good."
"Oh," Kurt says faintly.
"Yeah," I tell him, bringing the car to a stop. "You certainly smell good."
"I-I-I-I d-do?" Kurt stutters again.
"Uh huh," I give him my best smile. "Really nice. And I can tell your heart is beating really fast right now."
"We'd better go inside," Kurt says quickly, a flush heating his face. He grabs my arm.
A sudden darkness, a funny twisting feeling in my head finds me in the house, a bit of purple smoke around me and Kurt.
"What the-" I exclaim in surprise as we appear.
"Kurt!" Scott cries. He's standing with some bald dude in a wheelchair. The bald guy is giving Kurt a pretty strange look, I tell you.
"Kurt, would you mind explaining yourself?" The dude asks Kurt in a deceptively mild tone. I smell that he's a bit annoyed at our interruption, and perhaps something else. Like maybe Kurt showing me his cool power. Wow… going where you want in an instant… Now THAT would be an awesome thing to be able to do!
"Professor, this is Duncan Matthews," Kurt looks so cute with that hangdog expression. "I thought he should meet with you, sir. I found out that Duncan's a mutant!" Kurt says this in an almost breathless way, as if it might get him off the hook. Who knows? It might.
"You told him about yourself?" Scott looks a bit outraged, his tone incredulous. Scott's always been a bit full of himself…
"For the most part," Kurt hedges slightly. Wonder what he DIDN'T say?
"Hello, Duncan. I am Professor Charles Xavier. This is my institute," the bald dude begins. "I take in young mutants and help them deal with and learn to develop their powers. What sort of power do you have?"
"I, uh, don't really know," I say a bit hesitantly. What CAN I tell him? I smell stuff? My eyes go flippy once in awhile? "Kurt seems to think it's something to do with cats."
"You really think-" Scott begins when a man walks into the room.
He smells like an animal. A very dangerous animal, the kind that would not hesitate to rip my throat out if he took it in his head to do so. I find myself kind of wary, but not really afraid, like I know I could defend myself if I need to, but I certainly wouldn't want to attack him.
"Charles," Danger-Man says, "we're going to need to replace…" Oboy. He's noticed me.
He looks over at me, his eyes narrowing. He's kind of short but really powerfully built. He takes a step toward me, and my hackles raise. That's basically the best way to describe it. The little hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I start to growl deep in my chest. I barely notice Kurt's look of surprise.
Huh?
What?
Growling?! I stop growling, and look surprised.
The look on Scott's face is worth it, though.
Where'd you get this one?" The man chuckles.
"Kurt brought him home, Logan," the professor smiles.
"He's a mutant," Kurt supplies helpfully.
"I can tell, Elf," Logan gives him a smile.
"Really?" Kurt gives Scott a triumphant smile.
"Well, so far this has been an interesting day," the professor laughs. "Especially for interru-"
"There ev'ryone is," Rogue walks in, interrupting the professor.
"Yes," he sighs.
"Ah saw Mystique," she announces. The silence that ensues is as much an indication that this is a big deal, as the tension that suddenly fills the room.
Cool.
"You saw mother?" Kurt looks stunned.
"Yep," Rogue nods. "Pretty freaky. She left me a note in my locker that she wanted ta talk ta me after school. Ah went out an met her. Ah guess ole Buckethead's machine musta done somethin ta her in the end, cause she looks a lot dif'rent. Lot more like ya look Kurt. But it was most def'nitely her."
She turns toward Logan. "She had a message fer ya," she regards Logan with a strange look. "She says she remembers Paris, an wants ta know if ya do too."
Logan gets a shocked look on his face. "Paris," he murmurs.
"Yup. An, right, Kurt. She dropped a big bomb on me about ya. She says we're related."
"Vas?" Kurt blinks in surprise.
"Yep. Seems like were siblins. She's my mother too."
"VAS?!" Kurt yelps.
"Yer my twin brother."
Wow, I'm glad I'm here. This is better than a soap. Scott's looking pretty bamboozled, the professor's eyes look like they're about to fall out, and Rogue looks pretty satisfied.
"Oh, an Ah got somethin even bigger." She gets this very strange, rather dark smile as she turns to Logan. "Yer our father."
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.
..Duncan II...
by Michiru
Ah, this is the life. Cruisin down the highway, wind blowin in my hair, The guy of my dreams sitting in the passenger seat of my car, laughing at my lame jokes.
That's right, Kurt is in my car, and I'm driving him home. Cool. He wants to take me home to meet his Professor Xavier because he says I'm something called a mutant.
Wild, huh?
But, hey, I'm up for any wild ride. Especially if I get to be closer to Kurt.
I love his accent. It's pretty sexy.
Did I mention that this is so sweet?
"So," I speak up again, "what exactly do you think I can do?"
"Well," he frowns slightly, "whatever it is, it's to do with cats. Your eyes were most definitely cat like." He brightens up (cutely), "Do you ever want to scratch furniture, or rub against people's legs?"
"Other than yours?" I flirt.
"Uh.. w-w-well," he stutters.
"Not really," I grin over at him as I pull up to the gates of the mansion. "But I like to take naps in the sun, and my sense of hearing and smelling is pretty good."
"Oh," Kurt says faintly.
"Yeah," I tell him, bringing the car to a stop. "You certainly smell good."
"I-I-I-I d-do?" Kurt stutters again.
"Uh huh," I give him my best smile. "Really nice. And I can tell your heart is beating really fast right now."
"We'd better go inside," Kurt says quickly, a flush heating his face. He grabs my arm.
A sudden darkness, a funny twisting feeling in my head finds me in the house, a bit of purple smoke around me and Kurt.
"What the-" I exclaim in surprise as we appear.
"Kurt!" Scott cries. He's standing with some bald dude in a wheelchair. The bald guy is giving Kurt a pretty strange look, I tell you.
"Kurt, would you mind explaining yourself?" The dude asks Kurt in a deceptively mild tone. I smell that he's a bit annoyed at our interruption, and perhaps something else. Like maybe Kurt showing me his cool power. Wow… going where you want in an instant… Now THAT would be an awesome thing to be able to do!
"Professor, this is Duncan Matthews," Kurt looks so cute with that hangdog expression. "I thought he should meet with you, sir. I found out that Duncan's a mutant!" Kurt says this in an almost breathless way, as if it might get him off the hook. Who knows? It might.
"You told him about yourself?" Scott looks a bit outraged, his tone incredulous. Scott's always been a bit full of himself…
"For the most part," Kurt hedges slightly. Wonder what he DIDN'T say?
"Hello, Duncan. I am Professor Charles Xavier. This is my institute," the bald dude begins. "I take in young mutants and help them deal with and learn to develop their powers. What sort of power do you have?"
"I, uh, don't really know," I say a bit hesitantly. What CAN I tell him? I smell stuff? My eyes go flippy once in awhile? "Kurt seems to think it's something to do with cats."
"You really think-" Scott begins when a man walks into the room.
He smells like an animal. A very dangerous animal, the kind that would not hesitate to rip my throat out if he took it in his head to do so. I find myself kind of wary, but not really afraid, like I know I could defend myself if I need to, but I certainly wouldn't want to attack him.
"Charles," Danger-Man says, "we're going to need to replace…" Oboy. He's noticed me.
He looks over at me, his eyes narrowing. He's kind of short but really powerfully built. He takes a step toward me, and my hackles raise. That's basically the best way to describe it. The little hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I start to growl deep in my chest. I barely notice Kurt's look of surprise.
Huh?
What?
Growling?! I stop growling, and look surprised.
The look on Scott's face is worth it, though.
Where'd you get this one?" The man chuckles.
"Kurt brought him home, Logan," the professor smiles.
"He's a mutant," Kurt supplies helpfully.
"I can tell, Elf," Logan gives him a smile.
"Really?" Kurt gives Scott a triumphant smile.
"Well, so far this has been an interesting day," the professor laughs. "Especially for interru-"
"There ev'ryone is," Rogue walks in, interrupting the professor.
"Yes," he sighs.
"Ah saw Mystique," she announces. The silence that ensues is as much an indication that this is a big deal, as the tension that suddenly fills the room.
Cool.
"You saw mother?" Kurt looks stunned.
"Yep," Rogue nods. "Pretty freaky. She left me a note in my locker that she wanted ta talk ta me after school. Ah went out an met her. Ah guess ole Buckethead's machine musta done somethin ta her in the end, cause she looks a lot dif'rent. Lot more like ya look Kurt. But it was most def'nitely her."
She turns toward Logan. "She had a message fer ya," she regards Logan with a strange look. "She says she remembers Paris, an wants ta know if ya do too."
Logan gets a shocked look on his face. "Paris," he murmurs.
"Yup. An, right, Kurt. She dropped a big bomb on me about ya. She says we're related."
"Vas?" Kurt blinks in surprise.
"Yep. Seems like were siblins. She's my mother too."
"VAS?!" Kurt yelps.
"Yer my twin brother."
Wow, I'm glad I'm here. This is better than a soap. Scott's looking pretty bamboozled, the professor's eyes look like they're about to fall out, and Rogue looks pretty satisfied.
"Oh, an Ah got somethin even bigger." She gets this very strange, rather dark smile as she turns to Logan. "Yer our father."
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.