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Mr Wednesday, I know Kurt was born to Mystique in a village somewhere in Germany for it wasn't him I was talking about it was Holly and Amdy I was talking about.br

Obsessivescaryferretgirl, thanks I'm glad that you like itbr

Bant all is explained in this chapterbr

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Kurtbr

I had spent 5 months at the Institute now and had been accepted into it with open arms. I was teaching German, Italian, Ancient Latin as well as gymnastics and basic hand-to-hand training and fencing. I had made many friends among the youngsters that lived at the school. I had helped a lot of them come to terms with the fact that Jean was actually gone. I could never understand how they felt, as I only knew her for a short time. But in the short period I could easily tell that she was loved by many and would be missed and never forgotten by anyone. Scott took over her classes and did as best as he could but it was easy to tell that he was struggling with trying to teach higher mathematics, Logan just buried himself into training the children. He says its so they can defend themselves when they are older. The Professor also concentrated on teaching and training the children, so I decided to learn from their examples.br

I had become quiet close to Ororo from the moment I met her and we were now officially "going out" as the teens would call it. She had literally moved into my room, her clothes where in my wardrobe, her books now filled what little space there were on my shelves and her lotions and potions were in my bathroom cabinet. It was nice to wake up every morning and find her there, cuddled into me while she slept soundly. When she had told Logan and Scott they said that they weren't surprised as we had been flirting with each other from square one. I denied it of course but deep down I admitted that he was right.br

There is one day that I will always remember. Ororo and I were sorting out some of the stuff that I had brought with me from the church in Boston that had never been sorted out. While I was looking through a box with books in it she was looking through boxes with some of my old clothes. She picked up my long black coat and checked in the pockets. She pulled out an American Express card and a crumpled up piece of paper.br

"Why do you have a credit card in your coat pocket Kurt?" I went over to her and took the paper and the card from her, looking at the name. "Holly Newton. Hey isn't that the doctor who adopted a mutant girl? Poor thing, the little girl was killed by an angry mob in Ireland when they were there at a conference."br

I flattened out the piece of paper and low and behold, there was her mobile number, "I saved her from muggers before she vas a doctor, before I met you liebchen." Ororo blushed and went back to sorting my clothes. I left her there and ran towards my classroom were I could use the phone in peace. I would have bamfed but the classroom was 2 floors down and the last thing I wanted was to end up halfway through my desk.br

As I hastily dialled the numbers I thought about what I would say. I decided I didn't care what I said as long as I said something. It rang a few times then a woman's voice answered, "Dr Holly Newton here." It sounded nothing like her. The Holly I knew always had a happy and bright tone to her voice, the one I heard sounded tired and depressed. I found that I couldn't say anything at all. I wanted to tell her that I was sorry about her foster daughter and about the fact that I had disappeared without a trace but the words just would not come. "Who the hell is this? If you one of Styker's cronies then just piss off and leave me alone!"br

"Kurt put her on hold and let me speck to her." I heard Xavier's voice say in my head. I gladly did as I was told and let the machine tell her that she was on hold. The minute I put the phone down I banged my head deliberately against the hard wood of the desk making a satisfying bang, which echoed right through me.br

There was then the sound of a wheelchair coming towards me and I knew that Xavier wanted to talk to me, "She arrives tomorrow." He said and my head shot up from the table, "She is to become our new doctor here and will see to the health needs of everyone along with Hank. She will be also teaching Biology. I've already booked her a ticket on the next flight to New York from Dublin and I have asked Logan to take the car to pick her up. Would you like to go with him?" I thought for a moment on what she might say when she saw me, "No, I'm going to make her some breakfast." As I left the room I noticed a confused look on his face. He had no idea what I was on about.br

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Why I was going back to America I had no idea. When I left it for Ireland with Ella I thought that I would be never be going back there again. There was nothing there that I wanted or needed. Lots of things had changed in the last year. Amdy and Corin were married and had moved to India as Corin was in the Air force and was needed there, Ella was dead and Kurt had disappeared.br

Kurt. Oh how I longed to see him again. Both Amdy and I had searched high and low with no luck at finding him. I gave up eventually, thinking he probably used to money to go back to Munich and focused on becoming a doctor which I did become sooner than I thought through night classes and lots of very hard work.br

I didn't believe that the so-called blue mutant that attacked the president was Kurt. I just would not believe it. But when they showed footage of the attacker I clearly saw that it was in fact Kurt Wanger. I cried when I saw him on the news. He had ruined everything I had strived for as a nurse and a doctor. But when the president made his speech after the Alkali Lake incident I was filled with fresh hope for the future.br

But here I now was on an aeroplane in 1st class on my way back to America for the second time in my life and off to a school that had been rumoured to be a training facility for young mutants where I was to teach Biology. I don't know why I said yes, maybe because I was out of work as no hospital would hire me or maybe it was just because I wanted for the rumours to be true. I wasn't sure of anything anymore. My world was so messed up that I didn't know how to fix it and I had no one to turn to for help. I didn't even talk to God anymore through prayer.br

I fell into a dreamless sleep but was woken up by one of the airhostesses. She said that we had landed and it was time for me to get off. I muttered my thanks and asked if I could go to the bathroom first and she said yes, but as long as I was quick. I went into the cramped plain toilet and took out five bottles of different kinds of anti-depressants. I had been prescribed to take all five three times a day to hold back my major case of depression. They didn't really work as I always felt like taking my lose tie out from my lose shirt and hanging myself.br

The airhostess knocked on the door, so I quickly took my medication and left.br

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I had been told to look out for a gruff man going by the name of Logan. That was all the info I was given but I soon saw a sign with my name carelessly scribbled on it. I walked up to the person who was holding the sign and he was indeed a gruff looking man with kindda a weird looking hair- do. I walked closer to him, "Are you looking for me?" I said with a grin on my face. The drugs had kicked in cause I was acting as cocky as hell and I didn't seem to care.br

"Yeah I'm looking for you. Follow me." He said almost grunting it. I did as I was told and followed him to a limo that was parked just out side the airport. He opened the door for me and I stepped into the car. We didn't say a thing to each other for quiet a while until he spoke, "So your friends with the elf then huh?"br

"The elf?" I said confused, "Who in the name of Christ is that?" He just laughed at me. I hate it when people do that to me.br

"You'll find out soon enough darlin'." He laughed againbr

"Stop laughing at me and I'm not your darlin' eedjit.(Scottish slang for idiot)" He promptly shut his mouth as we pulled up in front of a great big mansion. Kids were running wild around the grounds, climbing trees, playing football (soccer) and basically just running a muck. I can't really remember much of what happened next as my medication was making me drowsy but what I remember is a woman with snow white hair and a man in a wheelchair come towards me and introduce themselves as Professor Charles Xavier and Ororo Munroe. Xavier then told the woman Ororo to show me to my room were I could get some rest then come down and have some breakfast when I felt like it.br

I lay in my new bed in my new room in a new place, crying. I had found some of Ella's old dresses in between the clothes I had thrown into a bag. She had only been 8 when the angry mob had chased her to a river. They had picked her up off her feet and thrown her in. She broke her back on the rocks in the shallow water. Then one of the men, who was now in prison for the rest of his life for murder, waded into the water and held her head under. Just try to imagine a 40-year-old father of 3 killing a child that could have just as easily have been one of his own 3 daughters. And all because she could make things float.br

I was about to drift off to sleep again when there was a soft knock at the door. I dried my eyes quickly and told the person to come in. To my surprise and delight in walked Kurt with a tray in his hands like he had done a year ago at my flat. I half expected Amdy to come from behind the door and smile, but she didn't.br

"Guten morgen fraulein and how are you on this beautiful day?" he smiled more than I'd very seen. He walked over to my bed and set the tray down on the end of it then held out his arms, which I went into crying out of both joy and weariness. He hugged me tight as I cried into his shoulder, my loud sobs muffled by his shirt. He stepped back and released me, signalling for me to get back into my bed. When I had he placed the tray on my lap. The food that lay on the plate in front of me had been the same as it had been a year ago. Pouched eggs, jam toast and coffee. I felt so happy about the fact that Kurt was ok and sitting right in front on me, smiling.br

"Where did you disappear to Kurt? Why didn't you call?" I said through a mouthful of toast and picking at the rest.br

"I vould of if I could but a man called Stryker took me prisoner and used zome zort of mind control thing on me. It is very hard to explain. Vhat about you, I heard about your adopted daughter, Ella." His honey-amber eyes burned and glowed. I had seen them so many times in my dreams but they had grown more intense over the year.br

"She. She was murdered only a few yards from were we lived. They drowned her in a little river that she liked to play in." Kurt hugged and comforted me as I told him of how much I had loved Ella and that I was now on heavy drugs for depression. He sat there listening to every word that I said. He comforted me when I cried and held me when I needed it. I knew now that Kurt was the one thing that would help me put my life back together.br

After I had finished talking he told me about how after he had tried to kill the president he went back to the church in Boston where he had been found by the lady called Ororo, who he was now living with and going out with, and a person called Dr Jean Grey, who had given her life to save so many people that she cared about. I studied him as he talked. He wore a dark red top with jeans (which had a hole in the backside of them). His hair had grown and now reached the bottom of his ears. It suited him and hid his ears from view. I also noticed a strange sheen on his face and hands and I realised that is was short, dense fur that was hardly noticeable unless you were up close to him.br

He also told me about how he taught 3 different languages and thinking about starting Russian as well. How his students could get their heads around so many different tongues I don't know.br

After I had finished my breakfast he cuddled up in my bed beside me. He hugged me and sang something in German softly to me as I drifted off into sleep. I had never slept so soundly.br

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I watched her as she slept in my arms with her's wrapped around my waist the way a frightened young child would have done. Her brow was wrinkled and scrunched up and made her look frightened or confused. But as soon as I kissed her brow gently the same way I would to a child and her features softened and she sighed. She didn't deserve to feel so much pain and anger. She was a good, honest and an amazing person who would gladly die for the people that she cared about. Just like Jean.br

I nearly began to drift off myself when Ororo, my beautiful Ororo, padded quietly into the room. She didn't look very happy so I knew that I was in trouble. I always got that look when I was in trouble.br

"You were supposed to be teaching German to two different classes. And your fencing class is waiting in the gym hall." She whispered, her anger showing in her voice and on her face.br

"Holly needed me. I have not seen her in a year liebchen and she haz been through zo much." I pleaded and pouted, trying to get her to let me off. She smiled and I knew she understood.br

"I'll go tell your class they can have this hour off but you better go to your next class." She said raising her voice slightly to show me that she meant it but quiet enough not to wake Holly. She padded out the room again and left me alone with Holly. I gently eased away from her and went to her desk took a pen, a piece of paper and I wrote this:br

You: It's impossiblebr God: All things are possible (Luke 1:27)br

You: I'm too tiredbr God: I will give you rest (Matthew 11:28-30)br

You: Nobody really loves mebr God: I love you (John 3:16; 13:34)br

You: I can't go onbr God: My grace is sufficient (2 Corinthians 12:9; Psalm 91:15)br

You: I can' figure things outbr God: I will direct your steps (Proverbs 3:5-6)br

You: I can't do itbr God: You can do all things (Philippians 4:13)br

You: I'm not surebr God: I am able (2 Corinthians 9:8)br

You: It's not worth itbr God: It will be worth it (Romans 8:28)br

You: I can't forgive myselfbr God: I FORGIVE YOU (1 John 1:9; Romans 8:1)br

You: I can't managebr God: I will supply all your needs (Philippians 4:19)br

You: I'm afraidbr God: I have not given you a spirit of fear (2 Timothy 1:17)br

You: I'm always worried and frustratedbr God: Cast all your cares on ME (1 Peter 5:7)br

You: I don't have enough faithbr God: I've given everyone a measure of faith (Romans 12:3)br

You: I'm not smart enoughbr God: I give you wisdom (1 Corinthians 1:30)br

You: I feel all alonebr God: I will never leave you or forsake you (Hebrews 13:50)br

I left the poem on the pillow next to her head so that when she awoke she would read it. I prayed that it would give her some hope in the place she was where there seemed to be none. Losing a child is the hardest thing for any mother whether they are connected by blood or not. As I lay the poem beside her head I kissed her once again on the forehead, "Sleep well freund. I will see you when you wake up." I left the room with a soft "bamf"br

I hope you liked this chapter cause I really enjoyed writing it. I found that poem in a book called How do I love thee? An anthology of Love. It was a book filled with all sorts of love poems in it and a lot of them will be making an appearance in this story as it goes on. Love Kimmy B