A/N: Okay, y'all have to go see my site. I made a new layout, and it's great, if I may say so myself. Also, if you want an idea of what Julia looks like, I made a doll of her, too.
*sigh* This would have been up sooner (I have half the story plotted out) but I finished my webpage (I've spent…nearly a month on the new format, which is just SAD, but it's also beautiful, and I won an award for it!) and Fri was my birthday…so it got pushed back.
Disclaimer:
"You know what the best thing about my birthday is? It's the 25th. The latest Easter can be is the 25th. Which means that I can always have birthday cake, without having to worry about Lent!" *shovels cake down at impossible rate.*
"Miranda…you're not allowed to give up sugar for Lent again. Ever."
~Conversation between me and my mum. Ya had to be there.
Kurt groaned as he came to, the world spinning. He then groaned louder as he remembered what had happened.
The team had arrived at the base Kurt named, going in guns blazing. Emma had scanned the first man they'd come across, learning the location of Leslie's cell. They'd stormed in, Logan taking out the guards as Jean-Paul broke down the door.
And that's when they'd realized it was a trap.
A spell was waiting for them, denying them the use of their powers. Immediately after entering they were ambushed, the Pontiffs followers knocking them out. Rather painfully, too.
Kurt scanned the room, noticing that Jean-Paul, Warren, and Emma were still out. He started when he saw Bobby vomiting. Kurt glanced worriedly toward Logan. "Vhat's vrong?"
Logan just nodded his head toward the wall behind Kurt. "That."
Turning, Kurt's heart broke.
She sat there, studying them, eyes devoid of curiosity…he wasn't even sure she saw them.
She was naked, her body shivering in the cold cell, though she didn't seem to notice. Her arms and legs were covered in cuts and scabs and blood, not all of which was dry. One cut over her left eye in particular, the back of his mind noticed, poured the precious liquid freely, running down her face, pooling on the floor, forming a twisted puddle. She sat on some sort of mattress, dirty and flat. It appeared as she hadn't moved from it for quite a while.
Kurt immediately repeated Bobby's actions, turning his head aside so she wouldn't see him. He turned back to her and away from his mess. "Mein gott, liebchen…vhat did they do to you?" he demanded, voice hoarse.
Leslie didn't answer. She was beyond words at the moment, the same spell that now blocked her link to Kurt, keeping him from feeling her, muddling her thoughts. Part of her wondered if these were the ones she should kill…but she realized He would be angry if she did so and they were the wrong ones. Still staring, she decided to wait a bit until He told her for sure.
"Leslie, speak," Kurt begged, amber eyes pooling with tears. He felt a hand on his shoulder and was surprised to see it was Bobby.
"Man…I don't think she's in there," he said solemnly, voice hollow. He'd come to think of her as another Jubilee, kid sister almost, someone to laugh with and play pranks-he alone had recognized the Danger Room stunt as hers. But he was beginning to realize that Kurt thought of her as much more…
"Nein," he whispered, desperate and yet firm, "I don't believe that." He moved to stroke her face, stiffening when she franticly backed away, revealing the little of her body that had been hidden.
Logan silently handed Kurt his uniform jacket.
Slowly, Kurt moved toward her, until he was able to drape the coat over her, providing at least the illusion of modesty. She was stock still, colourless eyes tracing his every move.
Gently, he stroked her left cheek, scarred but healed, with the back of his hand. After a moment, she leaned in to the softness of his fur, eyes closing.
Some part of her remembered the longing to feel his fur on her skin…and Kurt felt a slight stirring in his mind.
It was gone in an instant, but Kurt's tears were now of joy. He was sure now that Leslie was still in there, somewhere.
But would she ever come out…