So here it is my dear readers. (I have readers! Woooow) Anyway, this is the final chapter and I hope you enjoy. It's not as goopy as the last few, (Im sorry! Lol) but I think this may be my favorite chapter (just cuz I wanna gag at my own cheesyness at times lol and this chapter has less cheese...I hope)
Hmm, sequel, sequel....sequel? I am thinking about it (thinking being the keyword) I'm just not sure what it would be about. I can't give the poor elf too much more drama, poor guy isn't indestructible ya know lol. I've pondered an original character but ehhh, those tend to go crazy. But I am open to any and all ideas, so if you want to see a sequel, help me out here, any random thought could help (P.S. If anyone has ideas for a fic for Evan...I just need any random thoughts here as well...)
I love ppl who review. You're all my bestest friends. (Yes, I feel the need to mutilate grammar in the author notes) The thing says I have 45 reviews, but I've only seen like half that between my email and ff.net itself, so im annoyed, but please review, pleeease.
P.S. I am still very sorry for the darn fuzzy one's accent...ick lol. *winks at cheesy monkey*
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Kurt rolled over lazily in his bed. He could hear Evan yelling his head off at Rogue to
hurry up before they were both late. He laughed to himself. Logan had announced that the
bathroom problem would be solved by the weekend, but no one believed him.
Kitty phased her head through the door, eyes closed. "Are you decent? Can I come in?"
Kurt grinned and sat up. "Yep."
"Ok, so in English Evan says your essays on Hamlet are due, and in history you need to
turn in that one worksheet. I got those notes to you right?"
Kurt grinned and handed her a stack of papers. "I've got it all." He had been working like
crazy the past week to catch up with all his school work. The professor and Storm had been
tutoring him during the afternoons and he was turning in assignments via the other X-Men.
"Ok, so I'll see you after school then? Hey! You like, get to have your cast off today
right?"
"Nien, tomorrow."
"Oh, well that's ok. One more day. Well I gotta go before I'm late and Scott like, takes off
without me. See you this afternoon." She bent over, brushed her lips against Kurt's cheek, and
took off at a run through his door.
Kurt grinned. He still wasn't exactly sure what to label his and Kitty's relationship, but he knew it was only a matter of time before there wasn't even a question as to what they were.
Sinking into his pillow, his smile grew. Since that day at the tree his unpredictable snapping and outbursts had lessened. They hadn't totally disappeared, but when he was being particularly reflective about the past events, the anger would return. Being able to talk to Kitty about what was going on in his head helped immensely, and the cold 'you have no right to have a cow over this,' stares that Evan shot him from time to time kept his outbursts in check for the most part.
Even with the help of his friends however, the pain wasn't leaving. The bitterness he felt about his appearance was a daily struggle. He had even gone so far as stashing his full length mirror into his closet, so that he wouldn't have to look at himself every morning. He had tried as best he could to explain it to Kitty, but he didn't even know himself yet, how to explain his thoughts, or what his thoughts even were. He was jealous a lot, and he didn't like that. It was to uncharacteristic for him to be mentally analyzing and comparing his appearance to that of Scott or Evan. He wished there was some way to speed the whole healing process up. That's what Kitty kept calling it, the 'healing process,' and he guessed that explained it rather well.
Kurt snapped back to reality, his smile fading as he remembered the professor had wanted to see him this morning. He had a feeling he wasn't going to like the topic of discussion.
Groaning, he forced himself to get off of his bed and to the shower. Rolling his eyes, he removed the row of spikes lodged in the bathroom door. 'Poor Rogue.'
He took his time in the shower, trying his best to procrastinate his meeting with Xavier.
Pulling his shirt over his head he thought of teleporting to the old man's office, then changed his
mind. His strength was returning, but teleporting may set him back a little.
He paused in front of the door that led to Xavier's meeting room. He had been in it only a
few times and it was rarely under pleasant circumstances. Bracing himself, he raised his hand to
knock.
~Come on in Kurt~
Jumping slightly, Kurt opened the door. The professor smiled at him and gestured for him
to sit down.
"Morning pofessor." Kurt greeted.
"Good morning Kurt. Take a seat."
Kurt did so and waited for the professor to start talking. He braced himself. He had a feeling he knew what was coming. The professor probably wanted him back in school. Or maybe he was about to receive a lecture about his outbursts. Someone had told him that he'd made Wolfsbane cry or something like that, maybe she had gone to the professor in a big dramatic fuss.
"Listen Kurt, let's skip the formalities, I can sense you're nervous. I'm, well all of us, are
just concerned for you. We've noticed you seem to be acting a little more like yourself as of late, but to be honest, you can't just wonder around the mansion the rest of your life. Storm and I are more than willing to continue tutoring you from here, but you need to decide if that's what you really want."
'Ah, so I'm going to get a therapy lesson. Just great. Like I really want to listen to a big speech about how to find inner peace with yourself. It would be just like the proff to tell me some deep mumbo jumbo that sails right over my head.'
The professor paused and wheeled closer to Kurt. "Listen, what you experienced was terrible, and I'd do anything in my power to change it, but unfortunately there is nothing any of us can do. You are going to go through more in your lifetime than any human being should have to endure simply because you are different, but if I know anything about you Kurt Wagner, you're going to pull out of all this just fine."
Kurt looked up at the professor more than a little confused. "Is zat all you wanted to tell
me? Zat I'm going to be just fine?"
The professor nodded, laughing slightly. "Listen Kurt, you're going to need time to heal
from this, but I just wanted you to know that it's time you really sat down and thought about all
that has happened. I don't want you getting swallowed by grief, dark and moody really doesn't
suit you. You're dealing with this better than I expected actually, I don't feel the need to put you through some type of 'therapy' session.'" A mischievous grin spread across Xavier's face. "Sorry, but you real should be careful about what you're projecting."
'Darn telepaths.' Kurt felt his ears burn and laughed slightly. "Professor?"
"Yes, Kurt?"
"Thanks."
"Anytime...what is it you call yourself? Fuzzy Dude?"
Kurt laughed, "Ja, zat's me."
Kurt left the professor's office and wondered aimlessly down the hall. He had gotten himself all prepared for an obnoxiously deep meeting for nothing. He appreciated it though. For some reason, having the professor tell him he was dealing with this is in the right way was reassuring.
He paused as an orangish light caught his eye. It was coming from a room he'd never been in, and the door was slightly ajar. His ears pricked up and he looked over his shoulder before peering into the dimly lit room.
'What is this? It's like some odd form of a chapel.'
He peered around the makeshift sanctuary, wondering why he had never seen it before.
Directly opposite the door was a large stained glass window casting an orange light across the
floor and flooding into the hallway. Smaller windows were on either side, letting in a cool
breeze. On one wall, there were rows of books, and on the other large paintings of biblical
scenes. Kurt gazed up at them with fascination. He heard a soft wrinkle of paper and turned
around. In the far corner of the room there was a bible laying on top of a podium, it's pages
flipping idly in the breeze.
"Peaceful room isn't it."
Kurt jumped at the sound of the professor's voice. "Oh, sorry professor. I didn't mean to
intrude or anysing."
"No, no, you're fine Kurt. You're more than welcome in here whenever you like. I've
been meaning to tell you kids it's here."
"Uh, thanks." Kurt turned back around and began looking over the rows of books lined up
along the wall.
"See Kurt, I forget that sometimes, people find their answers in different ways. Me, I find them in research and science, Scott finds them in control, not necessarily dominance, but his ability to maintain control in situations helps him get through things. Just between you and me, I think it has something to do with him not being able to operate his powers fully. For others, however, faith is what helps them remain on the right path, and find the answers they need to move on. I must admit, mine and Scott's methods are weak, and fail us many times. People that thrive from faith tend to grasp the help they need better and faster than any one else. As a result, I had this room set up for any students who wanted to use it for whatever personal reasons they may need answers for. A way of coping, if you will."
Kurt tilted his head to look at the professor.
"I'll leave the room to you for now. Remind me to tell the others about it alright?" He wheeled away and Kurt immediately began to absorb himself in the paintings and book titles.
The Bible caught his attention again and he walked over to it. The wind flipped a few
pages and Kurt absentmindedly placed his finger on the thin paper to hold it down. Curious, he read the lines his finger had stopped on. 'I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, your eyes saw my unformed body.' (AN: Psalms 139:14-16)
Kurt reread the passage over and over again until he could have recited it backwards.
'...Fearfully and wonderfully made...' He raised an eyebrow and looked at the paintings covering
the wall. 'Fearfully and wonderfully made?'
"Kurt there you are!"
The blue mutant jumped and looked up to see Kitty standing in the doorway.
"Vaht are you doing home?"
Kitty giggled. "It's like, a long story. It involves Scott falling down a flight of stairs and a
very unamused Jean though."
Kurt gave her a funny look. "Sounds like it might be an interesting story to hear."
"It is, I'll tell you about it in the kitchen where Scott's being bandaged up."
Kurt headed toward the hall and paused in the doorway. 'Beautifully and wonderfully made.' He glanced down at his three fingered hands, and his long slender tail. 'Beautifully and wonderfully made...at least to Someone...by Someone.' He glanced once again at the paintings. He wasn't sure what he thought yet. His brain's reaction was to spit at the bible and walk away from it. After all, how could that verse apply to everyone when he looked the way he did. However, his gut instinct, and his heart, could not dismiss those words. He slowly realized that he was believing the verse, believing that he was 'beautifully and wonderfully made' with yellow eyes and two toed feet.
"Hey Kitty?"
"Hmm?"
"I think- I think I may go back to school tomorrow."
Kitty tilted her head to one side. "Are you sure?"
Kurt looked back into the room and at the stained glass window. "Ja, I'm sure. I think-I think zat maybe I'm not as alone in all zis as I may have thought. See, maybe- maybe God is in all zis with me. I need a little more time to think about zat, but something tells me zis is going to be a lot easier after today." He slid his hand into hers and squeezed it gently. "Kitty, I know zat I'm kinda all mixed up at za moment, and zat now may not be za most perfect time to start a new relationship, but I'm going to ask anyway. Keetty..."
"Yes." she interrupted. "A thousand times yes, even if you are a little screwy in the head right now." she giggled softly.
Kurt wrapped his tail around her wrist and grinned at her. "I vahnt to show you zis verse sometime, but not today, not yet."
Smiling, Kitty gently kissed Kurt's cheek. "I would love to hear it whenever you'd like."
The newly formed couple walked down the hall, hand in hand. Kurt looked over his shoulder at the orange light dancing on the ground. Smiling, he pulled Kitty closer to him. 'Yeah, things are definitely going to get better soon.'
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TA DA!!! The End. Ok, sooo...comments? I think my least favorite part about this fic is the fact that the whole Kurt and his fur and Kitty issues has been slightly overdone. But then again, I'm in this phase at the moment where I love this goopy stuff so there ya go ; ) Please let me know what you thought! PRETTY PLEASE!! Zank you.
Hmm, sequel, sequel....sequel? I am thinking about it (thinking being the keyword) I'm just not sure what it would be about. I can't give the poor elf too much more drama, poor guy isn't indestructible ya know lol. I've pondered an original character but ehhh, those tend to go crazy. But I am open to any and all ideas, so if you want to see a sequel, help me out here, any random thought could help (P.S. If anyone has ideas for a fic for Evan...I just need any random thoughts here as well...)
I love ppl who review. You're all my bestest friends. (Yes, I feel the need to mutilate grammar in the author notes) The thing says I have 45 reviews, but I've only seen like half that between my email and ff.net itself, so im annoyed, but please review, pleeease.
P.S. I am still very sorry for the darn fuzzy one's accent...ick lol. *winks at cheesy monkey*
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Kurt rolled over lazily in his bed. He could hear Evan yelling his head off at Rogue to
hurry up before they were both late. He laughed to himself. Logan had announced that the
bathroom problem would be solved by the weekend, but no one believed him.
Kitty phased her head through the door, eyes closed. "Are you decent? Can I come in?"
Kurt grinned and sat up. "Yep."
"Ok, so in English Evan says your essays on Hamlet are due, and in history you need to
turn in that one worksheet. I got those notes to you right?"
Kurt grinned and handed her a stack of papers. "I've got it all." He had been working like
crazy the past week to catch up with all his school work. The professor and Storm had been
tutoring him during the afternoons and he was turning in assignments via the other X-Men.
"Ok, so I'll see you after school then? Hey! You like, get to have your cast off today
right?"
"Nien, tomorrow."
"Oh, well that's ok. One more day. Well I gotta go before I'm late and Scott like, takes off
without me. See you this afternoon." She bent over, brushed her lips against Kurt's cheek, and
took off at a run through his door.
Kurt grinned. He still wasn't exactly sure what to label his and Kitty's relationship, but he knew it was only a matter of time before there wasn't even a question as to what they were.
Sinking into his pillow, his smile grew. Since that day at the tree his unpredictable snapping and outbursts had lessened. They hadn't totally disappeared, but when he was being particularly reflective about the past events, the anger would return. Being able to talk to Kitty about what was going on in his head helped immensely, and the cold 'you have no right to have a cow over this,' stares that Evan shot him from time to time kept his outbursts in check for the most part.
Even with the help of his friends however, the pain wasn't leaving. The bitterness he felt about his appearance was a daily struggle. He had even gone so far as stashing his full length mirror into his closet, so that he wouldn't have to look at himself every morning. He had tried as best he could to explain it to Kitty, but he didn't even know himself yet, how to explain his thoughts, or what his thoughts even were. He was jealous a lot, and he didn't like that. It was to uncharacteristic for him to be mentally analyzing and comparing his appearance to that of Scott or Evan. He wished there was some way to speed the whole healing process up. That's what Kitty kept calling it, the 'healing process,' and he guessed that explained it rather well.
Kurt snapped back to reality, his smile fading as he remembered the professor had wanted to see him this morning. He had a feeling he wasn't going to like the topic of discussion.
Groaning, he forced himself to get off of his bed and to the shower. Rolling his eyes, he removed the row of spikes lodged in the bathroom door. 'Poor Rogue.'
He took his time in the shower, trying his best to procrastinate his meeting with Xavier.
Pulling his shirt over his head he thought of teleporting to the old man's office, then changed his
mind. His strength was returning, but teleporting may set him back a little.
He paused in front of the door that led to Xavier's meeting room. He had been in it only a
few times and it was rarely under pleasant circumstances. Bracing himself, he raised his hand to
knock.
~Come on in Kurt~
Jumping slightly, Kurt opened the door. The professor smiled at him and gestured for him
to sit down.
"Morning pofessor." Kurt greeted.
"Good morning Kurt. Take a seat."
Kurt did so and waited for the professor to start talking. He braced himself. He had a feeling he knew what was coming. The professor probably wanted him back in school. Or maybe he was about to receive a lecture about his outbursts. Someone had told him that he'd made Wolfsbane cry or something like that, maybe she had gone to the professor in a big dramatic fuss.
"Listen Kurt, let's skip the formalities, I can sense you're nervous. I'm, well all of us, are
just concerned for you. We've noticed you seem to be acting a little more like yourself as of late, but to be honest, you can't just wonder around the mansion the rest of your life. Storm and I are more than willing to continue tutoring you from here, but you need to decide if that's what you really want."
'Ah, so I'm going to get a therapy lesson. Just great. Like I really want to listen to a big speech about how to find inner peace with yourself. It would be just like the proff to tell me some deep mumbo jumbo that sails right over my head.'
The professor paused and wheeled closer to Kurt. "Listen, what you experienced was terrible, and I'd do anything in my power to change it, but unfortunately there is nothing any of us can do. You are going to go through more in your lifetime than any human being should have to endure simply because you are different, but if I know anything about you Kurt Wagner, you're going to pull out of all this just fine."
Kurt looked up at the professor more than a little confused. "Is zat all you wanted to tell
me? Zat I'm going to be just fine?"
The professor nodded, laughing slightly. "Listen Kurt, you're going to need time to heal
from this, but I just wanted you to know that it's time you really sat down and thought about all
that has happened. I don't want you getting swallowed by grief, dark and moody really doesn't
suit you. You're dealing with this better than I expected actually, I don't feel the need to put you through some type of 'therapy' session.'" A mischievous grin spread across Xavier's face. "Sorry, but you real should be careful about what you're projecting."
'Darn telepaths.' Kurt felt his ears burn and laughed slightly. "Professor?"
"Yes, Kurt?"
"Thanks."
"Anytime...what is it you call yourself? Fuzzy Dude?"
Kurt laughed, "Ja, zat's me."
Kurt left the professor's office and wondered aimlessly down the hall. He had gotten himself all prepared for an obnoxiously deep meeting for nothing. He appreciated it though. For some reason, having the professor tell him he was dealing with this is in the right way was reassuring.
He paused as an orangish light caught his eye. It was coming from a room he'd never been in, and the door was slightly ajar. His ears pricked up and he looked over his shoulder before peering into the dimly lit room.
'What is this? It's like some odd form of a chapel.'
He peered around the makeshift sanctuary, wondering why he had never seen it before.
Directly opposite the door was a large stained glass window casting an orange light across the
floor and flooding into the hallway. Smaller windows were on either side, letting in a cool
breeze. On one wall, there were rows of books, and on the other large paintings of biblical
scenes. Kurt gazed up at them with fascination. He heard a soft wrinkle of paper and turned
around. In the far corner of the room there was a bible laying on top of a podium, it's pages
flipping idly in the breeze.
"Peaceful room isn't it."
Kurt jumped at the sound of the professor's voice. "Oh, sorry professor. I didn't mean to
intrude or anysing."
"No, no, you're fine Kurt. You're more than welcome in here whenever you like. I've
been meaning to tell you kids it's here."
"Uh, thanks." Kurt turned back around and began looking over the rows of books lined up
along the wall.
"See Kurt, I forget that sometimes, people find their answers in different ways. Me, I find them in research and science, Scott finds them in control, not necessarily dominance, but his ability to maintain control in situations helps him get through things. Just between you and me, I think it has something to do with him not being able to operate his powers fully. For others, however, faith is what helps them remain on the right path, and find the answers they need to move on. I must admit, mine and Scott's methods are weak, and fail us many times. People that thrive from faith tend to grasp the help they need better and faster than any one else. As a result, I had this room set up for any students who wanted to use it for whatever personal reasons they may need answers for. A way of coping, if you will."
Kurt tilted his head to look at the professor.
"I'll leave the room to you for now. Remind me to tell the others about it alright?" He wheeled away and Kurt immediately began to absorb himself in the paintings and book titles.
The Bible caught his attention again and he walked over to it. The wind flipped a few
pages and Kurt absentmindedly placed his finger on the thin paper to hold it down. Curious, he read the lines his finger had stopped on. 'I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, your eyes saw my unformed body.' (AN: Psalms 139:14-16)
Kurt reread the passage over and over again until he could have recited it backwards.
'...Fearfully and wonderfully made...' He raised an eyebrow and looked at the paintings covering
the wall. 'Fearfully and wonderfully made?'
"Kurt there you are!"
The blue mutant jumped and looked up to see Kitty standing in the doorway.
"Vaht are you doing home?"
Kitty giggled. "It's like, a long story. It involves Scott falling down a flight of stairs and a
very unamused Jean though."
Kurt gave her a funny look. "Sounds like it might be an interesting story to hear."
"It is, I'll tell you about it in the kitchen where Scott's being bandaged up."
Kurt headed toward the hall and paused in the doorway. 'Beautifully and wonderfully made.' He glanced down at his three fingered hands, and his long slender tail. 'Beautifully and wonderfully made...at least to Someone...by Someone.' He glanced once again at the paintings. He wasn't sure what he thought yet. His brain's reaction was to spit at the bible and walk away from it. After all, how could that verse apply to everyone when he looked the way he did. However, his gut instinct, and his heart, could not dismiss those words. He slowly realized that he was believing the verse, believing that he was 'beautifully and wonderfully made' with yellow eyes and two toed feet.
"Hey Kitty?"
"Hmm?"
"I think- I think I may go back to school tomorrow."
Kitty tilted her head to one side. "Are you sure?"
Kurt looked back into the room and at the stained glass window. "Ja, I'm sure. I think-I think zat maybe I'm not as alone in all zis as I may have thought. See, maybe- maybe God is in all zis with me. I need a little more time to think about zat, but something tells me zis is going to be a lot easier after today." He slid his hand into hers and squeezed it gently. "Kitty, I know zat I'm kinda all mixed up at za moment, and zat now may not be za most perfect time to start a new relationship, but I'm going to ask anyway. Keetty..."
"Yes." she interrupted. "A thousand times yes, even if you are a little screwy in the head right now." she giggled softly.
Kurt wrapped his tail around her wrist and grinned at her. "I vahnt to show you zis verse sometime, but not today, not yet."
Smiling, Kitty gently kissed Kurt's cheek. "I would love to hear it whenever you'd like."
The newly formed couple walked down the hall, hand in hand. Kurt looked over his shoulder at the orange light dancing on the ground. Smiling, he pulled Kitty closer to him. 'Yeah, things are definitely going to get better soon.'
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TA DA!!! The End. Ok, sooo...comments? I think my least favorite part about this fic is the fact that the whole Kurt and his fur and Kitty issues has been slightly overdone. But then again, I'm in this phase at the moment where I love this goopy stuff so there ya go ; ) Please let me know what you thought! PRETTY PLEASE!! Zank you.
