Romana quickly runs upstairs to Kurt's room and sets the wooden box on
the table beside his bed with a note:
"We all look for meaning and a place to belong in
our lives. This gift is for you, so you can know in your heart
what I have known for many years, my love, my iuberia. ~Romana.
P.S. I took a poll, but no one knew when your birthday was, so
have a happy one!
She then heads downstairs to the kitchen to begin making an old-style
Italian dinner for everyone in honor of Father Dominic, and the
knowledge that his work will live on.
Kurt smiles to himself as he sees Romana's car still parked outside
the gates of the school. -Good, she is still here. It has been a long
day dealing vith der bureaucracy of der church, but I think I have
gotten zings in order. Der Unitarians vere glad to have me as an
emissary to der mutant community, as zey zemselves vere trying to
figure out how to breech der gap. Kurt laughs as he remembers. In
fact, ven I showed der head pastor my appearance, she said zat some of
der younger vorshipers vould even find me 'cool.' Zings are definitely
looking on der up und up- Kurt parks his car in the garage and with a
sigh of relief he turns off his image inducer. -I hope she vasn't too
bored vile I vas gone-. Kurt teleports into his room, half expecting
to see Romana there, but when he doesn't he takes the opportunity to
change clothes. -Definitely time to relax-. Kurt sits on the bed and
starts to unbutton his shirt when he sees the box and note on the
table.
-Vas ist das?- Kurt takes the box and sets it in his lap as he leans
back against the headboard to read the note. -Even I am not sure when
I was born- Kurt smiles as he opens the box. His eyes widen as he sees
the ancient leather cover with the faded cross on it. -Unglaublich-
With reverence he takes it out of the box and sets it on the bed. He
carefully opens the book to read the pages inside:
Jesus said, 'The Kingdom of God is inside you and all
around you.not in mansions made from wood and stone. Split a
piece of wood and I am there. Lift a stone and you will find
me.'
Kurt's eyes begin to water as he reads on. "Mein Gott,
liebling." he whispers as he gently closes the journal and places it
back in the box on the table. He lies back on the bed, tears of joy
running down his face as he closes his eyes. -Ach, Jimane..I will
always love you, but Romana has healed my soul. She does not turn away
from my search for faith, but holds out her hand to me with love and
helps me find the way. She loves me completely, and in so doing, makes
me feel whole again. I cannot join you in Limbo, for I still have a
life to live; and as Romana told Scott, I am ready to live it again.-
Kurt wipes his face and heads down the stairs to look for
Romana. His nose soon picks up the rich smells of tomato and garlic,
however. -Jean must be watching zose cooking shows again- Kurt gently
pushes the swinging door to the kitchen to see not Jean, but Romana
with her hair back over various steaming pots on the stove. She's
singing a song to herself as stirs a large pot of marinara sauce, but
he can't place the words. -There's no telling how many languages she
knows. Der joy is apparent in any language, though- Kurt smiles as he
sneaks up behind her, and when Romana reaches back for a potholder,
Kurt takes her hand and spins her around into her arms.
"Ooh!" Romana squeaks as she's pulled against Kurt's chest. "You're
home!" Romana smiles wide, her eyes shining with happiness. Kurt
smiles and plants a kiss on her nose, removing a dollop of sauce in
the process.
"Ja, liebling..I truly am."
*** Whew! Another story down! Keep tuned as I gradually reveal the
mystery of Romana's origins! Hope I didn't get too mushy or tick
anybody off. ;) Auf Wiederzehn!** -Syreene
the table beside his bed with a note:
"We all look for meaning and a place to belong in
our lives. This gift is for you, so you can know in your heart
what I have known for many years, my love, my iuberia. ~Romana.
P.S. I took a poll, but no one knew when your birthday was, so
have a happy one!
She then heads downstairs to the kitchen to begin making an old-style
Italian dinner for everyone in honor of Father Dominic, and the
knowledge that his work will live on.
Kurt smiles to himself as he sees Romana's car still parked outside
the gates of the school. -Good, she is still here. It has been a long
day dealing vith der bureaucracy of der church, but I think I have
gotten zings in order. Der Unitarians vere glad to have me as an
emissary to der mutant community, as zey zemselves vere trying to
figure out how to breech der gap. Kurt laughs as he remembers. In
fact, ven I showed der head pastor my appearance, she said zat some of
der younger vorshipers vould even find me 'cool.' Zings are definitely
looking on der up und up- Kurt parks his car in the garage and with a
sigh of relief he turns off his image inducer. -I hope she vasn't too
bored vile I vas gone-. Kurt teleports into his room, half expecting
to see Romana there, but when he doesn't he takes the opportunity to
change clothes. -Definitely time to relax-. Kurt sits on the bed and
starts to unbutton his shirt when he sees the box and note on the
table.
-Vas ist das?- Kurt takes the box and sets it in his lap as he leans
back against the headboard to read the note. -Even I am not sure when
I was born- Kurt smiles as he opens the box. His eyes widen as he sees
the ancient leather cover with the faded cross on it. -Unglaublich-
With reverence he takes it out of the box and sets it on the bed. He
carefully opens the book to read the pages inside:
Jesus said, 'The Kingdom of God is inside you and all
around you.not in mansions made from wood and stone. Split a
piece of wood and I am there. Lift a stone and you will find
me.'
Kurt's eyes begin to water as he reads on. "Mein Gott,
liebling." he whispers as he gently closes the journal and places it
back in the box on the table. He lies back on the bed, tears of joy
running down his face as he closes his eyes. -Ach, Jimane..I will
always love you, but Romana has healed my soul. She does not turn away
from my search for faith, but holds out her hand to me with love and
helps me find the way. She loves me completely, and in so doing, makes
me feel whole again. I cannot join you in Limbo, for I still have a
life to live; and as Romana told Scott, I am ready to live it again.-
Kurt wipes his face and heads down the stairs to look for
Romana. His nose soon picks up the rich smells of tomato and garlic,
however. -Jean must be watching zose cooking shows again- Kurt gently
pushes the swinging door to the kitchen to see not Jean, but Romana
with her hair back over various steaming pots on the stove. She's
singing a song to herself as stirs a large pot of marinara sauce, but
he can't place the words. -There's no telling how many languages she
knows. Der joy is apparent in any language, though- Kurt smiles as he
sneaks up behind her, and when Romana reaches back for a potholder,
Kurt takes her hand and spins her around into her arms.
"Ooh!" Romana squeaks as she's pulled against Kurt's chest. "You're
home!" Romana smiles wide, her eyes shining with happiness. Kurt
smiles and plants a kiss on her nose, removing a dollop of sauce in
the process.
"Ja, liebling..I truly am."
*** Whew! Another story down! Keep tuned as I gradually reveal the
mystery of Romana's origins! Hope I didn't get too mushy or tick
anybody off. ;) Auf Wiederzehn!** -Syreene
