A/N: Well, it's another chapter! Yes, I came out with another one! That's how it works, ya know, you review, I write. Uh-huh. Yea. Anywho, I got this idea for an Excalibur/10th Kingdom crossover, but I was wondering if anyone would actually read it. If you think it's a good idea, let me know! Please? Pretty please? Thanks! Oh, and go visit my website, I made a Leslie doll!! I think it's pretty good! The address is at my profile.
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"Coffee is the only thing keeping Uncle's ancient heart beating! You want dead Uncle? No? Then go make coffee!"
~Uncle, Jackie Chan Adventures (And boy, is he right!)
Leslie shivered in her sick bed, reaching for a glass of water. Her "manifestation," as Hank called it, had taken a toll on her body as well as the student body. Chills, dehydration, and headaches were running through her body, not to mention the stress that came with suddenly knowing how every person in the school was feeling. Especially since they were all panicked, hurt, and stressed.
She glanced at her neighboring bed where Kurt lay unconscious, his left leg bandaged. Her heart ached, not just because she felt his pain, but also from knowing that it was her fault he was injured. At least, according to Hank. Not that he'd said it in so many words, but she could read between the lines. In fact, it was easier now than ever to do so.
Damn it all to hell and back! She thought angrily, throwing the blankets aside. On shaky legs she rose, careful to be quiet. She sent one last painful glance to Kurt, sending a silent prayer for his recovery, then silently left.
They hate me.
Not all of them, of course, but most do. I made their worst fears real. I don't think they can ever forgive me for that.
I lied to Kurt when I told him I no longer feared him. He scares me more than ever, especially now that I feel his pain. Not the physical pain I caused, but the emotional pain, the spiritual pain. His soul's in torment. That scares me.
And Jean and Scott scare me. They hurt so much, their love is so troubled. I hate Emma for what she's doing to him, to them. But I hurt for her, too, so much loss, so much pain. She hates herself, blames herself.
Xavier's in pain, he misses someone so much—I assume Lilandra—it's going to kill him. I hope he realizes it soon.
I can't do this. I can't feel this. It's too much. Too many feelings, too real, too much pain, too little happiness.
It's got to end.
And I'll end it.
Kurt woke up with a start and tried to get up, but was overcome with pain.
"Careful," Annie admonished, rushing over. "You've got a nasty cut there. Don't want to tear the stitches out."
"Leslie," he gasped. "Vhere's Leslie?"
"She's over…" Annie trailed off, noticing the bed was empty. "Now where the hell did she go?!"
Kurt grunted, pulling himself up into a sitting position, then rising. "Call Xavier. Ve've got to find her."
"Get back in bed, you crazy German!" Annie yelled. "You can't be up yet!"
"No choice. Call Xavier, fraulein." With that he teleported away.
Exasperated, Annie hurried over to the phone. "I need a new job."
So high, so high, high enough to die?
I hope so.
No more blackness, no more cold, no more pain, only peace.
Death isn't nearly as scary as it once was.
Maybe cause I have nothing to live for…
Frantic, Kurt stopped teleporting outside to catch his breath. He hurried over to Logan, who stood under a tree. "Did you find her?"
"Nah, Elf. I thought she'd be here, but she ain't. Ya sure she's gonna try and kill herself?"
"Ja. I don't know how, but I do. Ve must hurry."
"If ya say so, Elf." Suddenly, Logan tensed, sniffing. His eyes narrowed, then he abruptly cursed. "She's on the roof."
Glancing up, Kurt saw her, standing on the edge. Grabbing Logan's arm, he quickly teleported up to her.
Time to die, say goodbye.
Kurt…damn it, why are you coming?
Leslie turned her head, knowing he was there. "Hello, Kurt. Shouldn't you be in bed?"
"Ja, liebchen. So should you. So vhy don't you come in with us?" Kurt said softly, extending his hand. Wolverine stood next to him, tensed, ready to jump at the slightest movement.
"Cute, Kurt. I'm crazy, not stupid."
"Yer not crazy, kid. We all freak out sometimes."
"I know," she said calmly, not moving from the edge. "I feel it all. All the pain and betrayal and hate that you all feel, every moment of every day, all the lies—it's all in me. It's eating away. This is the best thing to do."
"Suicide isn't the answer," Kurt said, slowly moving toward her. "You said you vere Catholic, liebchen. You know vhat that Church says about it."
"Don't you dare lecture me on the Church, Kurt. We both know you're not in any position to do so." As she spoke she moved closer to the edge. "Is that all? Cause I was doing something when you interrupted."
"Don't. I von't let you."
"Who are you to tell me what to do, Kurt Wagner?"
"I don't know. No one. But for some reason, I can feel you now. I feel your confusion, your guilt. And I can't let you kill yourself. Think of vhat vould happen to me, feeling your death."
Leslie stared at him, shocked. I knew I felt you…how the hell do you feel me? "That's selfish."
"Ja. But if it takes a guilt trip to save your life, I'll do it."
Leslie stared at Kurt's hand, still outstretched. It would be so easy…She looked behind her at the ground. One step… She turned back to him. More pain…more hurt…more fear and blackness and cold… Sighing, she placed her shaking hand in his. "Only," she said quietly, "because I don't want to hurt you with me."
Kurt's face split into a grin, his canines flashing. Logan visibly relaxed, then placed his arm on Kurt's shoulder. With a flash of smoke and brimstone they were gone, leaving the roof once more empty.