Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men: Evolution, or any other Marvel property.
Note: Okay, so I think this is going to be a pretty short chapter. More to come later. Also, the number of reviews on this is pretty low. I'm not writing to get a pat on the back, but the reviews did help me figure out where to go on Welcome Home. Anyhow, if you guys aren't digging the story, let me know, and I'll wrap it up next chapter. Otherwise, this may go on for a couple of chapters more. Also, I hope that I didn't run anyone away with my note about Lance.
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Scott was walking aimlessly around the mansion. He had nothing else to do, and was bored with sitting in his room. He had considered going swimming, but it was pretty cold outside. Fall was almost over, and winter would come to Bayville soon enough. He had thought of reading a book in the library, but Evan was in there, and he had the annoying habit of humming loudly while he studied. Scott had shut the door before he had even opened it completely. So he found himself wandering the halls, wondering what else there was to do. He walked into the rec room, and found Jean reading.
"Hey Jean. What's up?"
"Nothing. Reding." She said. Scott thought she sounded a little short.
"Ah. Well, you want to do something?" he asked.
"I'm reading, Scott." She said.
"Well, why don't we do something later? You wanna go into town? Maybe see a movie?" Scott asked.
"What? Like a date?" she said, not looking up from her book.
Scott suddenly felt flustered. "Well, no, I mean, we can see if anyone else wants to go. I just want to get out of the mansion."
"Well, why don't you ask Rogue, then?" Jean asked.
"What? Because I asked you." He answered.
"Oh. I just figured that Rogue had turned you down, so I must be your second choice."
"What are you talking about?"
"Don't bother me now, Scott. I'm busy."
She had never looked up from her book. Scott stood there, completely amazed and confused from the conversation. He walked out a minute later, wondering what it had all been about.
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"Hello, Kurt." Kitty said, entering his room. She sat down on the chair next to his bed, being careful not to look him in the eyes. Yet.
Kurt watched her enter, and felt his heart go weak again. He had wondered for the past month why he couldn't stop loving her. Now, watching her, he understood. She had a shy look in her eyes, almost embarrassed, really. But her lips were set in a small, sweet smile, and he could smell the wonderful scent that was a combination of the soap and lotion she used, and the perfume that she wore. She wouldn't look directly at him, so, just for a second, he closed his eyes and breathed her in.
"How are you?" she asked.
"Vhy does everyone ask zat? I mean, I vould zink it's fairly obvious." He said, joking.
"Oh! I'm sorry." She apologized quickly.
"No, no, no! I didn't mean that rudely, Kitty. I vas only joking." He said.
"Oh. Well, how long did the professor say you'd take to heal?"
"Vell, he said I should be able to valk again in a couple of weeks. Logan fixed my leg vithout haffing to break it."
"That's good."
"Ja."
And awkward silence settled in between them. They both knew that the other knew, but neither one of them wanted to broach the subject yet.
"And here I was, like, totally going to take you to the movies last night." Kitty joked.
"Ja, sure you vere."
"No! Seriously, I was!"
"And vhat movie vas zat?" asked Kurt.
"I don't remember the name. It was that stupid looking horror movie that you said you wanted to see."
"And you vere going to invite me?"
"Well, yeah."
"Vhy?"
"Because you're my friend."
Kurt smiled at her. His face was illuminated by it, and suddenly, she couldn't hold it in anymore.
"Listen, Kurt, I've been wanting to talk to you. To apologize to you."
"No, you don't have to, Kitty. It's cool." He said.
"No, I do have to. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry about the way I've treated you since I moved here. You've always been so good to me, and I've always been so mean to you."
"It doesn't matter. . . " he tried to say, but she kept apologizing.
"I didn't mean everything that I said to Lance on the phone that night. I mean, yeah, sometimes you were a bit much to handle. But that didn't give me the right to say those horrible things, and it would totally. . . "
"Kitty. . . " Kurt said.
". . . suck if you wouldn't be my friend anymore. I even have problems waking up without you. I mean, I've totally waken up late for the past three weeks. . . "
"Katzchen. . . "
". . . and since you've been ignoring me, I've found out how important you are to me, and how much I miss you."
"Zank you, Kitty. It means a lot to me, but you vere right to be angry. I should haff quit bothering you a long time ago. And for zat I apologize." He said.
"Does this, like, mean we can be friends again?" Kitty asked happily.
"Ja. As long as you give me zat food." He said, pointing at the plates that she had brought in with her.
"Oh, yeah." She gave the plates to him, and laughed as he inhaled them. When he was done eating, she leaned over and gently hugged him. "I really did miss you, Kurt. I didn't know how good a friend you were until you weren't my friend anymore.
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Kurt sat up in his bed. It was almost two weeks later, and he was able to walk. It's true that he had a considerable limp, and used crutches or a wheelchair to get around instead most of the time, but at least nothing was broken. His stitches would be pulled out in a couple of weeks, and everyone had promised him that they were so small that he would never see a scar. Even though his entire body was still sore, he was feeling much better. He was happy. He and Kitty had spent a lot of time together, and Kurt found he enjoyed her company even more now that she didn't yell all of the time. She would come down with his breakfast everyday, and eat there with him. And then she would hurry home from school, and bring his assignments to him. The two of them would study together until dinner. Sometimes she ate upstairs, most of the time she ate with him. Usually someone would come down to keep him company for the night, and most times, it was Kitty or Scott. Sometimes both.
Kurt and Kitty's friendship had grown into something that each suddenly found themselves very happy with. They were best friends. They told anything and everything to each other. Kurt told Kitty his entire history, and Kitty was moved by how strong he was. She had never considered what it must have been like for Kurt. A purely physical mutation since birth. She couldn't even imagine what that would have done to her. In Kurt, she found the best friend that she had been looking for, and found more and more time to spend with him. She was happy, and so was he. The only person who wasn't happy was Lance.
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Pretty short chapter. Ah well. Like I said, if you guys aren't digging this, let me know and I'll just finish it next chapter. You have all been great, and I can't thank you enough. There's some action coming up, a lot possibly (if you want me to continue that is). So anyhow, let me know what you think, and I'll see ya soon.
Note: Okay, so I think this is going to be a pretty short chapter. More to come later. Also, the number of reviews on this is pretty low. I'm not writing to get a pat on the back, but the reviews did help me figure out where to go on Welcome Home. Anyhow, if you guys aren't digging the story, let me know, and I'll wrap it up next chapter. Otherwise, this may go on for a couple of chapters more. Also, I hope that I didn't run anyone away with my note about Lance.
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Scott was walking aimlessly around the mansion. He had nothing else to do, and was bored with sitting in his room. He had considered going swimming, but it was pretty cold outside. Fall was almost over, and winter would come to Bayville soon enough. He had thought of reading a book in the library, but Evan was in there, and he had the annoying habit of humming loudly while he studied. Scott had shut the door before he had even opened it completely. So he found himself wandering the halls, wondering what else there was to do. He walked into the rec room, and found Jean reading.
"Hey Jean. What's up?"
"Nothing. Reding." She said. Scott thought she sounded a little short.
"Ah. Well, you want to do something?" he asked.
"I'm reading, Scott." She said.
"Well, why don't we do something later? You wanna go into town? Maybe see a movie?" Scott asked.
"What? Like a date?" she said, not looking up from her book.
Scott suddenly felt flustered. "Well, no, I mean, we can see if anyone else wants to go. I just want to get out of the mansion."
"Well, why don't you ask Rogue, then?" Jean asked.
"What? Because I asked you." He answered.
"Oh. I just figured that Rogue had turned you down, so I must be your second choice."
"What are you talking about?"
"Don't bother me now, Scott. I'm busy."
She had never looked up from her book. Scott stood there, completely amazed and confused from the conversation. He walked out a minute later, wondering what it had all been about.
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"Hello, Kurt." Kitty said, entering his room. She sat down on the chair next to his bed, being careful not to look him in the eyes. Yet.
Kurt watched her enter, and felt his heart go weak again. He had wondered for the past month why he couldn't stop loving her. Now, watching her, he understood. She had a shy look in her eyes, almost embarrassed, really. But her lips were set in a small, sweet smile, and he could smell the wonderful scent that was a combination of the soap and lotion she used, and the perfume that she wore. She wouldn't look directly at him, so, just for a second, he closed his eyes and breathed her in.
"How are you?" she asked.
"Vhy does everyone ask zat? I mean, I vould zink it's fairly obvious." He said, joking.
"Oh! I'm sorry." She apologized quickly.
"No, no, no! I didn't mean that rudely, Kitty. I vas only joking." He said.
"Oh. Well, how long did the professor say you'd take to heal?"
"Vell, he said I should be able to valk again in a couple of weeks. Logan fixed my leg vithout haffing to break it."
"That's good."
"Ja."
And awkward silence settled in between them. They both knew that the other knew, but neither one of them wanted to broach the subject yet.
"And here I was, like, totally going to take you to the movies last night." Kitty joked.
"Ja, sure you vere."
"No! Seriously, I was!"
"And vhat movie vas zat?" asked Kurt.
"I don't remember the name. It was that stupid looking horror movie that you said you wanted to see."
"And you vere going to invite me?"
"Well, yeah."
"Vhy?"
"Because you're my friend."
Kurt smiled at her. His face was illuminated by it, and suddenly, she couldn't hold it in anymore.
"Listen, Kurt, I've been wanting to talk to you. To apologize to you."
"No, you don't have to, Kitty. It's cool." He said.
"No, I do have to. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry about the way I've treated you since I moved here. You've always been so good to me, and I've always been so mean to you."
"It doesn't matter. . . " he tried to say, but she kept apologizing.
"I didn't mean everything that I said to Lance on the phone that night. I mean, yeah, sometimes you were a bit much to handle. But that didn't give me the right to say those horrible things, and it would totally. . . "
"Kitty. . . " Kurt said.
". . . suck if you wouldn't be my friend anymore. I even have problems waking up without you. I mean, I've totally waken up late for the past three weeks. . . "
"Katzchen. . . "
". . . and since you've been ignoring me, I've found out how important you are to me, and how much I miss you."
"Zank you, Kitty. It means a lot to me, but you vere right to be angry. I should haff quit bothering you a long time ago. And for zat I apologize." He said.
"Does this, like, mean we can be friends again?" Kitty asked happily.
"Ja. As long as you give me zat food." He said, pointing at the plates that she had brought in with her.
"Oh, yeah." She gave the plates to him, and laughed as he inhaled them. When he was done eating, she leaned over and gently hugged him. "I really did miss you, Kurt. I didn't know how good a friend you were until you weren't my friend anymore.
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Kurt sat up in his bed. It was almost two weeks later, and he was able to walk. It's true that he had a considerable limp, and used crutches or a wheelchair to get around instead most of the time, but at least nothing was broken. His stitches would be pulled out in a couple of weeks, and everyone had promised him that they were so small that he would never see a scar. Even though his entire body was still sore, he was feeling much better. He was happy. He and Kitty had spent a lot of time together, and Kurt found he enjoyed her company even more now that she didn't yell all of the time. She would come down with his breakfast everyday, and eat there with him. And then she would hurry home from school, and bring his assignments to him. The two of them would study together until dinner. Sometimes she ate upstairs, most of the time she ate with him. Usually someone would come down to keep him company for the night, and most times, it was Kitty or Scott. Sometimes both.
Kurt and Kitty's friendship had grown into something that each suddenly found themselves very happy with. They were best friends. They told anything and everything to each other. Kurt told Kitty his entire history, and Kitty was moved by how strong he was. She had never considered what it must have been like for Kurt. A purely physical mutation since birth. She couldn't even imagine what that would have done to her. In Kurt, she found the best friend that she had been looking for, and found more and more time to spend with him. She was happy, and so was he. The only person who wasn't happy was Lance.
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Pretty short chapter. Ah well. Like I said, if you guys aren't digging this, let me know and I'll just finish it next chapter. You have all been great, and I can't thank you enough. There's some action coming up, a lot possibly (if you want me to continue that is). So anyhow, let me know what you think, and I'll see ya soon.
