Jackie: Quick chapter before I go to bed, since NO ONE'S REVIEWING RIGHT NOW!
Agent Blorange: Hah hah, nobody loves you.
Kurt-muse: Shut up!
Draco-muse and Takeru-muse: Kurt MUSE?!?!
Jackie: Eh heh heh…it's temporary boys, temporary.
Agent Blorange: Yeah, eventually she'll get rid of you two completely.
*Draco and Takeru-muses get chibi sad eyes and start crying.*
Jackie: *Sigh* one day I'll learn to stop accumulating testosterone-laced MALE muses…anyways, X-Men: Evolution—don't own it. Lizzy—own her. Now let's get on with the story…and see if YOU can figure out why Lizzy acts so weird!
Kurt-muse: And if you do, be sure to tell us in ze review, vich I KNOW you'll right as soon as you read zis, RIGHT? Right. Now enjoy!
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"…And this will be your room."
Angie glanced back at the woman showing the new mutants to their rooms. Her name was Kathryn, and her kind face held the evidence of great beauty in her younger years. Smiling, she turned to Alex. "Your room's right next door. I'll meet you there."
With that, Kathryn walked through the wall.
Alex and Angie looked at each other, and shrugged. Nothing was going to faze them anymore. Alex waved back as he walked to his room.
The first thing Angie did was flop back on her new bed. Staring at the ceiling, she wished that she could see her own mirages. Then she could make the room look more like the pink-and-lace room she'd had back home. Back with mom and dad…
She sat up and sighed. She'd been away from them for almost a day, and already she was homesick. She could only imagine what Alex was going through…he was hundreds of miles away from his family.
Squinting, she concentrated on her old room. She thought about the pink lace curtains on the windows, the soft fluffy comforter on her bed, the walls of muted cotton candy pink with lavender trim. She thought about her bookshelf, the top full of small stuffed animals watching over her books and stereo. She opened her eyes. Nothing. Still the muted green and brown earth tones, no stuffed animals…just boxes and plain furniture, and she was still resting on a thin forest green blanket. She sighed.
"This sucks."
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"This sucks."
In the room next door, Alex was in a similar position. Lying on the green material of his bed, Alex wished more than anything that his father or mother were here with him. They knew what it was like to be different, to be treated like an outsider. Sure, he was having an easier time here than he did when he started school back home, but still…
"Mini Elf."
Alex glanced up to see Logan looming in the doorway. "Vhat did you call me?"
"You're the elf's kid, ain'tcha? Anyways, the Professor wants me to give you this 'fore school starts. Wear it."
Tossing a small package into Alex's hands, Logan scowled and walked away, muttering something about history better break the cycle (A/N- think about that for a while. You'll get it) or he's walking. Alex shook his head. "Man, that guy's face would crack if he smiled." Opening it, he found a watch like the one his father wore. Placing it on his wrist, the image inducer flickered on, and Alex jumped up in shock.
He crept forward as he viewed his new image in his dresser mirror. His hair was the same, short on bottom and long on top, and still dark navy blue. But his skin was no longer blue or fuzzy, but a golden brown color. He looked down at his clothes, and recognized them immediately…it was the same outfit his father wore in all of his high school pictures. Glancing himself over, he posed in the mirror a few times, grinning. Then, he faded out, and made the invisible journey to the room next door. Payback time.
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~*Flashback*~
"So, like, what grade are you in?"
The X-team were all walking into school together the next day, with their new companion Lizzy in tow. She seemed very shy and nervous, and stuck close to Kurt. Her eyes never left the ground, even as they entered the building.
"Euh, I'm not sure…what would onzième be here?"
Jean, who was in French class, started ticking of numbers on her fingers. She got to ten, looked at her fingers in frustration, then grabbed Scott's hand and lifted up another finger. "Eleventh. Junior."
Kurt's ears perked up. "Cool! Me too. Maybe ve'll have some of ze same classes!"
"Do you know what your schedule is?" Scott asked, always thinking responsibly. Lizzy nodded, still not looking up. "Oui. Histoire, Anglais, Chorale, Calcul, puis demain, Physique, EP, Science Domestique, et Français, naturallement."
Blank stares.
"*Sigh* History, English, Choir, Calculus, and tomorrow Physics, Gym, Home Ec, and French, of course."
"Ah."
"Ve have sree classes togehzer, zat's awesome!" Kurt said happily. "Maybe I can show you wenig meiner deutschen Gastfreundschaft vhile I show you around…"
Lizzy tilted her head to the side, but kept her gaze straight forward. "Maybe, first, you can show me where ze Principal's office is? I have to meet wis her zis morning before I go anywhere." She turned his direction and batted her eyelashes a little. "Zen later, you can show me un peu de votre hospitalité...et charme...allemands." Smiling, Kurt took Lizzy's wrist and the two dashed off into the building.
Spike scratched his head. "Um, am I the only one who didn't understand half of that conversation?"
Kitty shook her head. "Like, great. We've got two ESOL's who can understand each other, but we can't understand them. How does that work?"
Jean shrugged. "France and Germany border each other. And it is more common in Europe for people to understand multiple languages."
Scott looked at his watch. "Well, ladies and gentlemen, the only language we need to understand right now is English for 'We're gonna be late if we don't hurry'! Let's go!"
Everyone quickly entered the building along with the rest of the crowd as the warning bell rang for first period, temporarily forgetting about the new girl and Kurt's new attachment.
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~*Still Flashback*~
Kurt sat in his English class, tapping his foot gently on the book tray of the desk in front of him. Lizzy was supposed to have English this period, but he hadn't had time to meet her at the History classroom. He hoped that she would find the classroom okay…she didn't pay a lot of attention to her surroundings for a new student.
"Hey Kurty cutie."
Amanda slid into the seat next to Kurt and kissed him gently on the cheek. "Hey Amanda. You didn't happen to zee a new student wandering around outzide, vis a ponytail and very, very blue eyes?" Amanda's eyes went dark. "Why? Who is she? Why are you worried?"
Kurt raised his hands defensively. "Slow down, slow down! She's new at ze Institute, and I'm vorried zat she might get lost, is all." As Amanda raised an eyebrow and turned back towards the front, Kurt exhaled, relieved. Amanda had been increasingly jealous this year, since a few other girls expressed their interests in Kurt's developing body (he had the Professor modify the holowatch to more accurately portray his muscle development). Things were tense between them nowadays, and Kurt's carefree attitude didn't help any. Vonce again, he thought, open mouth, insert foot.
The bell rang for the start of class, and the teacher began the lesson. Kurt kept stealing glances out the window and at the door, but Lizzy never showed up. Finally, class ended, and Kurt made his way to the teacher's desk. "Excuse me, sir, but vere ve supposed to have a new student in class today?"
The teacher looked up from his notes, and shook his head. "No, I didn't receive any new student notices this week. Maybe they've got another teacher."
Puzzled, Kurt left the classroom and headed for the cafeteria.
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~*Yep, still a flashback. I know, it's long.*~
Kurt knocked on the door of Lizzy's room. He wanted to ask her how her first day went, and find out which English teacher she had. Lance had the only other English 3 teacher in the school that period, and he said that she wasn't in his class, either.
"Come in Kurt."
Kurt cracked the door open. "Vow, are you psychic?" He saw her sitting on the bed with her hand resting on a textbook, which she closed as he entered the room. Lizzy smiled. "You're ze only one at zis school with a 'eartbeat zat fast. Remember, I can 'ear sings you can't."
"I guess no one can sneak up on you zen," he laughed as he flopped down on the bed beside her. "So, how vas your first day at Bayville High School?" Lizzy smirked and tilted her hand from side to side. "Comme ci, comme ça. I miss my old school. All my classes have only deux ou trois personnes in zem."
"That explains vhy you vere'nt in my English class today. Are you in honors or something?"
She looked down at the bed. "You could say zat. Sorta."
Just then, Kurt noticed the clock on her nightstand. "Oh man, it's dinnertime! Ve'd better get going…hey, vanna see a trick?"
Lizzy flinched, to Kurt's confusion. "What kind of trick?"
Kurt held Lizzy's wrists. "Zis kind. It von't hurt, I promise."
*BAMF!*
They landed in the dining room. Lizzy almost fell as they appeared. "Wow. Zat's somesing. Where are we now?"
"The dining hall…and food! That's something you'll definitely like about zis place!"
As the rest of the students filed in, Kurt and Lizzy took their seats. But all through dinner, Kurt had to wonder about the strange way Lizzy was reacting to everything. Maybe it's just a phase. She'll see things eventually.
~*End Flashback. Finally*~
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