~* Note- These characters are NOT mine. They are characters from the X2 movie. I hold no rights to anything except the story I have written Kia, Aurora, and Willow (my own made up characters). Some chapters will be painfully short, others will be painfully long, just bear with me. I'm sorry if the sentences don't line up, I already had the first 9 chapters typed up on Word so I've been copying and pasteing every paragraph...one at a time...to notepad -.- A pain, but its worth it if you enjoy, so without further adeu...I present "Collision Course". I hope you enjoy it!*~
***This story is more like a continuation of the X2 movie, after Jean Grey 'dies'. ***
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The abyss black night claimed the suns power, consuming its light. The dreary sidewalks of the Xavier Institute were abandoned by the students, most of whom were asleep, the rest raiding the kitchen or watching TV as the small boy changed channels. Bobby sat at the kitchen counter with a quart of vanilla ice cream ,already half gone, in front of him. He found a strange comfort in eating the frozen snack more so now than ever, since Jean had sacrificed herself to save them from the raging water. He had almost completely forgotten the blue newcomer, Kurt, in both the schools and his own depression and grieving. He was abruptly reminded, however, as he caught a glimpse of something moving in a tree outside the large kitchen window.
A spiked tail hung over a thick branch, just barely visible beneath the long deep tan/olive and black spotted cloak that the teleporter wore to hide the appendage from humans and mutants alike. Bobby moved closer to the window, trying to look past the leaves to the newest member. Kurt's back was turned to the window, his gaze directed up at the stars. His cloak was more bunched at his shoulders, as he crouched on paw-like feet, elbows resting on his legs and three fingered hands dangling in front of his knees. Bobby shook his head, turning around only to discover Logan searching through the refrigerator mumbling something about a need for a stash of beer. Bobby gave a weak smile to the wolverine, chuckling to himself about Logan's apparent 'need' for beer. Logan turned to his last hope, the cabinet containing the soda, pulled one out and tossed it to Bobby. Fumbling the unexpected bottle around in his hands for a few moments, Bobby finally got a firm hold in the end, chilling the carbonated drink in his hand before tossing it back to Logan.
After draining a fourth of the bottle in one gulp, Logan looked over at Bobby again.
"What were you staring at kid?"
Was all his rough voice remarked before draining another fourth of the bottle. Bobby shrugged.
"The new guy out there."
Logan gave him a strange look before realizing who Bobby was talking about. Moving over to the window himself, Logan set the bottle down on the window sill, leaning into the same sill with the palm of his hands, and looked through the leaves at Kurt.
"How long has he been sitting out there?"
"Don't know, I just noticed him a few minutes ago."
Logan never let his gaze wander from the mostly unmoving NightCrawler, only his spiked tail swayed every so often. Standing straight up again and grabbing his bottle of soda off the window sill, Logan drained the remainder of the contents and walked out the kitchen door into the garden. Bobby didn't follow, not knowing what Logan was up to, moving over to the window sill and assuming the leaning position Wolverine had been in moments before.
Silently crossing through the grass, denying the grieving sidewalk of any contact, Logan approached the limb Kurt was perched upon...still stargazing. Climbing up into the tree, Logan sat against the tree trunk with one knee bent and serving as an armrest while allowing the other leg to dangle freely over the side. Kurt flickered his gaze over to Logan almost fearfully, remembering the metal infused mans fighting ability and easily irritated nature. Logan offered a half hearted smile, then looked up at the stars.
"What are you doing out here Kurt?"
Snapping out of his fearful gaze, NightCrawler sighed.
"Thinking..."
Was the only heavily German accented word to escape from between his fangs, which stood out very much against his midnight blue skin. Logan gave him a sideways glance, already seeming to know what the teleporter meant.
"The kids will get used to you, they are just grieving..."
He abruptly forced himself to stop before he said 'over Jean's death.' Kurt cast his gaze to the ground.
"No, it is not 'dat."
He paused.
"Vell, maybe some of it."
His hand slipped down to his belt, where he found his silver cross and clutched it in a now fisted hand, trying not to bite his lip to hold back tears.
"I feel like it is all my fault."
He opened his fist, and gazed solemnly at the small cross.
"He didn't vant me to save 'er. I tried to teleport down 'nd get 'er...but she vould not let me..."
The free three fingered hand shot up to his cheek, catching a tear in hopes that Logan's keen eyes hadn't seen it. Logan stifled his own tears...how could she have picked Scott over him? His eyes shot over to Kurt just as the demonic looking catholic wiped away the tear.
"It's not your fault, she wouldn't let anyone leave, not even Scott."
Golden yellow eyes glimmered softly under the sheen of tears waiting to trickle down Kurt's tattooed face.
"I don't think the children vill ever accept me. Vhat if 'dey think I didn't get 'er on purpose?"
Logan quickly scoffed at the idea.
"You didn't even know her, the kids aren't going to think your a murderer. Xavier won't let them even if they wanted to."
Kurt released the cross, letting it fall back to his side.
"I can only 'ope."
He murmured before glancing over his shoulder at the sidewalk at the sounds of footsteps echoing from the pavement.
Storm walked outside, pushing a familiar wheelchair. Kurt watched their approach, before noting that the tree he currently occupied had no sidewalk anywhere near it. The professor seemed to be looking at him, so in a puff of midnight blue mist and a small "bamf", Kurt appeared in front of the wheelchair. Logan made his way down more nonchalantly, taking his time. Xavier waited until Logan had plodded his way through the dew covered grass to speak.
"Evening Logan, Kurt. You two certainly have been racking up some disturbing brain waves concerning you, Kurt. Care to tell me?"
The conversation was carefully repeated for the professor, ending when Xavier rose his hand to silence them. He looked at Kurt carefully.
"Some students are leery of you, I won't lie to you about that, but Rogue has been spreading your rescue story on the jet around, and I can proudly conclude that no student hates you."
Kurt gave a weak smile, still very unsure of the accusation. Storm leaned down and whispered something into the professors ear. Xavier smiled.
"Come see me in my office in the morning if you don't mind Kurt."
Without explanation, Storm turned and wheeled the professor back inside. Logan walked after them, his curiosity had yet to be satisfied about why only Kurt was supposed to meet with Xavier. Kurt again found himself alone in the garden, teleporting himself back into the tree, this time laying on his back. Placing his hands behind his head and scooting back so that his hands rested on the trunk of the tree, he looked up at the stars again. One foot remained flat on the branch, the other hung over the tree. His tail slowly wrapped around the branch to secure him as he drifted off to sleep, hidden by softly rustling leaves under the star filled sky.
***This story is more like a continuation of the X2 movie, after Jean Grey 'dies'. ***
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The abyss black night claimed the suns power, consuming its light. The dreary sidewalks of the Xavier Institute were abandoned by the students, most of whom were asleep, the rest raiding the kitchen or watching TV as the small boy changed channels. Bobby sat at the kitchen counter with a quart of vanilla ice cream ,already half gone, in front of him. He found a strange comfort in eating the frozen snack more so now than ever, since Jean had sacrificed herself to save them from the raging water. He had almost completely forgotten the blue newcomer, Kurt, in both the schools and his own depression and grieving. He was abruptly reminded, however, as he caught a glimpse of something moving in a tree outside the large kitchen window.
A spiked tail hung over a thick branch, just barely visible beneath the long deep tan/olive and black spotted cloak that the teleporter wore to hide the appendage from humans and mutants alike. Bobby moved closer to the window, trying to look past the leaves to the newest member. Kurt's back was turned to the window, his gaze directed up at the stars. His cloak was more bunched at his shoulders, as he crouched on paw-like feet, elbows resting on his legs and three fingered hands dangling in front of his knees. Bobby shook his head, turning around only to discover Logan searching through the refrigerator mumbling something about a need for a stash of beer. Bobby gave a weak smile to the wolverine, chuckling to himself about Logan's apparent 'need' for beer. Logan turned to his last hope, the cabinet containing the soda, pulled one out and tossed it to Bobby. Fumbling the unexpected bottle around in his hands for a few moments, Bobby finally got a firm hold in the end, chilling the carbonated drink in his hand before tossing it back to Logan.
After draining a fourth of the bottle in one gulp, Logan looked over at Bobby again.
"What were you staring at kid?"
Was all his rough voice remarked before draining another fourth of the bottle. Bobby shrugged.
"The new guy out there."
Logan gave him a strange look before realizing who Bobby was talking about. Moving over to the window himself, Logan set the bottle down on the window sill, leaning into the same sill with the palm of his hands, and looked through the leaves at Kurt.
"How long has he been sitting out there?"
"Don't know, I just noticed him a few minutes ago."
Logan never let his gaze wander from the mostly unmoving NightCrawler, only his spiked tail swayed every so often. Standing straight up again and grabbing his bottle of soda off the window sill, Logan drained the remainder of the contents and walked out the kitchen door into the garden. Bobby didn't follow, not knowing what Logan was up to, moving over to the window sill and assuming the leaning position Wolverine had been in moments before.
Silently crossing through the grass, denying the grieving sidewalk of any contact, Logan approached the limb Kurt was perched upon...still stargazing. Climbing up into the tree, Logan sat against the tree trunk with one knee bent and serving as an armrest while allowing the other leg to dangle freely over the side. Kurt flickered his gaze over to Logan almost fearfully, remembering the metal infused mans fighting ability and easily irritated nature. Logan offered a half hearted smile, then looked up at the stars.
"What are you doing out here Kurt?"
Snapping out of his fearful gaze, NightCrawler sighed.
"Thinking..."
Was the only heavily German accented word to escape from between his fangs, which stood out very much against his midnight blue skin. Logan gave him a sideways glance, already seeming to know what the teleporter meant.
"The kids will get used to you, they are just grieving..."
He abruptly forced himself to stop before he said 'over Jean's death.' Kurt cast his gaze to the ground.
"No, it is not 'dat."
He paused.
"Vell, maybe some of it."
His hand slipped down to his belt, where he found his silver cross and clutched it in a now fisted hand, trying not to bite his lip to hold back tears.
"I feel like it is all my fault."
He opened his fist, and gazed solemnly at the small cross.
"He didn't vant me to save 'er. I tried to teleport down 'nd get 'er...but she vould not let me..."
The free three fingered hand shot up to his cheek, catching a tear in hopes that Logan's keen eyes hadn't seen it. Logan stifled his own tears...how could she have picked Scott over him? His eyes shot over to Kurt just as the demonic looking catholic wiped away the tear.
"It's not your fault, she wouldn't let anyone leave, not even Scott."
Golden yellow eyes glimmered softly under the sheen of tears waiting to trickle down Kurt's tattooed face.
"I don't think the children vill ever accept me. Vhat if 'dey think I didn't get 'er on purpose?"
Logan quickly scoffed at the idea.
"You didn't even know her, the kids aren't going to think your a murderer. Xavier won't let them even if they wanted to."
Kurt released the cross, letting it fall back to his side.
"I can only 'ope."
He murmured before glancing over his shoulder at the sidewalk at the sounds of footsteps echoing from the pavement.
Storm walked outside, pushing a familiar wheelchair. Kurt watched their approach, before noting that the tree he currently occupied had no sidewalk anywhere near it. The professor seemed to be looking at him, so in a puff of midnight blue mist and a small "bamf", Kurt appeared in front of the wheelchair. Logan made his way down more nonchalantly, taking his time. Xavier waited until Logan had plodded his way through the dew covered grass to speak.
"Evening Logan, Kurt. You two certainly have been racking up some disturbing brain waves concerning you, Kurt. Care to tell me?"
The conversation was carefully repeated for the professor, ending when Xavier rose his hand to silence them. He looked at Kurt carefully.
"Some students are leery of you, I won't lie to you about that, but Rogue has been spreading your rescue story on the jet around, and I can proudly conclude that no student hates you."
Kurt gave a weak smile, still very unsure of the accusation. Storm leaned down and whispered something into the professors ear. Xavier smiled.
"Come see me in my office in the morning if you don't mind Kurt."
Without explanation, Storm turned and wheeled the professor back inside. Logan walked after them, his curiosity had yet to be satisfied about why only Kurt was supposed to meet with Xavier. Kurt again found himself alone in the garden, teleporting himself back into the tree, this time laying on his back. Placing his hands behind his head and scooting back so that his hands rested on the trunk of the tree, he looked up at the stars again. One foot remained flat on the branch, the other hung over the tree. His tail slowly wrapped around the branch to secure him as he drifted off to sleep, hidden by softly rustling leaves under the star filled sky.
