Notes: Ah! So my German isn't as bad as I thought. It is very hard to remember phrases without the aid of a phrasebook, plus if I start double checking every phrase with my cousin, she will ask why, I'll get embarrassed, she will laugh. Not good to admit you still like cartoons, comics and movies based on such genres when you're over 21!

About Kurt's accent. I am not going to type the accent, although because he does pronounce the letter 'w' as 'v' and because Siobhan can be polite when she wants to, she will call him Mr Vagner. Heh.

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Chapter 3: Brat in the Belfry

Unintentionally, Siobhan was the first to move. Well actually it was the bowl of pasta that moved first, as it slipped from her trembling hand to the floor. Siobhan was more than just frightened now. She was terrified. She took a step backwards, meaning to run, but couldn't take her sight off the blue guy standing a few feet away from her. To her eyes, he was scary looking, yet he had not threatened her, in fact, he had a bemused, quizzical expression on his face. Siobhan was confused. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!" she wailed. "I'll clean it up, just please don't hurt me!"

Kurt Wagner wasn't bothered about the food; the floor had to be cleaned anyway, due to last night's events. He silently congratulated himself on having the foresight to buy cheap plastic bowls that are hard to break and almost laughed when the girl started scooping up the pasta back into the bowl with her fork. "Little one, I am not going to hurt you. Leave that, you will only get dirty." He said, trying to sound friendly. The girl looked up. "You promise?" she said, a slight tremor in her voice. "I promise." Kurt replied. Then, for extra effect, he took out a small bible from his coat. "I swear on the bible, see?"

Siobhan stood up. In her estimation, religious people were weird and this guy certainly fitted in with her opinion. She had never heard of religious people doing bad things though and could remember when she used to go to church with her mother, back when her parents still lived together. "You don't look like a good guy." She said, feeling a little braver. The blue guy chuckled. "No I don't look like a good guy," he admitted. "But I sent the bad guys away." Siobhan stood her ground as the blue guy - she had no name for him yet - approached her and knelt beside her, so his height was level with her own. "I rescued you. Will that make me a good guy?" Siobhan couldn't think of anything to say. Closer up, he didn't look scary anymore. He looked funny and his accent was funny too. A few moments of silence passed, then the blue guy held out his hand. "My name is Kurt Wagner, what is yours?" Siobhan took a deep breath, grasped his hand with hers and replied, "My name is Siobhan Rubano, Mr Vagner." Kurt smiled and she smiled back. The tension between them dissipated.

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Kurt led her back upstairs. Or rather, he teleported. This method of travel fascinated the little girl and she appeared delighted. Once in the room Siobhan asked about her father and Kurt, saddened by the unnecessary loss of life, had told her that he wished there was more he could have done to save the man. Siobhan surprisingly was the first to change the rather depressing subject. "You have a funny voice!" she blurted out. "Ja," Kurt agreed.

A slightly chubby face gave the impression of a cherub, with soft brown curls and those eyes, pools of emerald green, Kurt thought. If she had good haircut and dress, instead of the horrible bright pink jeans and top she wore, Siobhan could look angelic. He was pleasantly surprised at how trusting she had been so far. He was not just going to abandon her at a hospital, like he had planned. Not now.

"So where do you live, Siobhan? I can take you home if you wish." Kurt asked. Siobhan's answer was unexpected. "I don't wanna go home! Daddy's girlfriend don't like me!" Kurt looked bewildered so Siobhan tried to explain. "I live with my daddy and his girlfriend. Carlotta's horrible! Trailer trash! She says nasty things about me in Spanish when I'm about, that's not nice at all! She cuts my hair cos she says a hairdresser costs too much!" Kurt tried not to laugh as Siobhan launched into a descriptive rant about how horrible Carlotta was, from her huge hoop earrings to her painted toenails. When she took a very deep breath to rant some more, Kurt interrupted. "What about other family? Tante? Onkel?" Siobhan figured out what he meant and shook her head. "I have an Auntie Rosa, but she's in jail." Kurt sighed. Siobhan had not once mentioned her mother, so presumed she was dead. He hadn't a clue how to look after a small child. He remembered when he was that young, how other children would try pulling his tail; call him a Smurf or worse. Not pleasant. His own experience with childhood would not be relevant here.

"Mr Vagner?"

"Ja?"

"I'm thirsty."

"There is bottled water in the cupboard."

"WATER? Don't you have any coke? Juice? Anything with flavour?

Kurt sighed again. This had already turned out to be a long day and it wasn't even afternoon yet.

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Siobhan had to eventually resort to drinking mere water. But in her most charmingly innocent voice, she made Kurt promise to buy her coke. Oh he had tried explaining that shopping is difficult for him, but then she came up with the ingenious suggestion of waiting till after dark, when the shops had shut, teleporting into a shop and stealing some. Kurt spent an hour explaining to her that as a man of God, he would not do that; his religious speech fell on deaf ears. So he tried a different approach.

"A lot of stores are open 24/7 in Amerika

"Not the little local stores! Why not just leave some money behind to pay for the stuff?"

"I already do that."

"Why didn't you say so in the first place then?"

Kurt Wagner could feel a headache coming on. "I am going to clean the downstairs. You can listen to the radio, or read a book, if you like." With that said, he left Siobhan to amuse herself. He didn't immediately sweep the floor though. At the altar near the back of the church, he prayed, asking God for guidance in what to do with a brat in the belfry - albeit not those exact words. Then he started cleaning

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When Kurt left, Siobhan examined the books in the bookcase. No comics. No Harry Potter. No taste at all in reading material. Some of the books were in a language she could not understand, but when she spotted a German to English dictionary and a phrasebook, she guessed that the foreign books were in German. As it was her second time in the room, this time round her purpose wasn't to look for an escape route. So this time round, she noticed the circus posters, a few with a picture of her new blue friend, proclaiming 'The incredible Nightcrawler!' "So he is sorta cool after all!" Siobhan said out loud, her estimation of his 'coolness' going up a few notches. She had just switched on the battery powered radio, when she heard a now familiar 'bamf' sound, indicating Kurt was back.

The radio crackled as she turned it up and a news bulletin blared out. "Police have identified the body found earlier today as Miguel Rubano, aged 28. No further details have been released, although the police are appealing for any witnesses." Siobhan turned sharply to Kurt. "That's daddy! Oh daddy. Why? Why did dad have to die?" she cried as she flung herself at Kurt. He held her close as she sobbed onto his chest.

Having never known what it was like to have a father; Kurt had no words of comfort to offer. His God brought him comfort; prayer was the only form of comforting words he knew. Siobhan had indicated she held no faith in God. He prayed anyway, in his own language, until all tears were dry.

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If this sounds like a Mary Sue, please review and tell me ok? I have not given Siobhan any mutant powers because I do not like Mary Sue fanfiction. Siobhan isn't even based on anyone I know!

Chapter 4 appearing soon.