Disclaimer: Not mine, apart from Siannagh and Salla.

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The next morning, a grinning girl emerged from the bathroom dressed in some of Jean's spare clothes because she was closest to that size. The pale lavender coloured top was slightly baggy on her, as were the beige combat trousers. As she walked back into the kitchen where only Kurt was sat, she looked slightly worried.

"Where's my baby?"

"Sorry Frauline," Kurt started, about to ask who she was. He stopped. His mouth dropped open. It was Siannagh! Her red hair was a good two shades lighter and her skin was as pale as paper. The freckles stood out a lot more than was first apparent. After the initial shock, Kurt smiled and answered her question. "Ororo is looking after her. She took her from your room this morning when you went for a bath. Giving her a wash, I think. If you wait here, they will be down soon."

Siannagh nodded and resumed the seat she had sat in before, opposite Kurt. He still had his holowatch turned on.

"Why did you look different before?" she asked after an obviously strained silence. "You were blue. Why?"

"It's my mutation," he said, eyes downcast. "I look like that when my watch is turned off. I can also teleport, which is how I got you here. I'm sorry if I scared you."

"I was just shocked," she said. "I'm sorry. You can turn your watch off now if you like."

"Are you sure?"

She nodded. Kurt took a deep breath and stood up. He turned his back to her and with a slight flicker, the real blue Kurt was revealed. He turned around. His tail twitched in anticipation.

"You look better in the light," she grinned. It lit up her entire face. "I don't mean to sound rude, but why do you look like that?"

"My mother is blue too," he shrugged. "Bad luck."

Siannagh spoke after a moment of silent tension passed by silently, if you would believe it. You'd never think silence would pass silently. "What is for breakfast? I'm starving."

"Another one who always thinks of her stomach, then?" chuckled Kurt. "You'll be right at home."

"I have been locked in a basement for way over a year, I think I have the right to be a little bit hungry."

"Sorry."

"I was joking," she laughed. "No point in dwelling on the past now, is there?"

"I suppose not," he said. Of course, Kurt was a big fan of dwelling. It was a good cure for happiness. "I take it you are staying?"

"I think so."

At that moment, Ororo strolled in with Salla struggling in her arms. "Your little child is quite a beauty when she's clean," she smiled.

"Thank you," the proud mother said. "I would say she takes after her father but unfortunately, no one can confirm that."

"Why?" Kurt asked. "What happened?"

"It doesn't matter," she said quickly. She stood up and brushed past Ororo to reach into the cupboards, where she found herself some insanely sweet cereal, filled a bright green bowl with it and poured some milk over it. "Where are the spoons?"

"In that drawer," Kurt said, pointing to the left of her. She nodded her thanks and found the largest spoon in there before shovelling down the contents of the very full bowl.

"You and Kurt should get on well," Ororo laughed. When the famished girl had downed the last drop of milk, she handed her the child. "Here you are. Back to Siannagh."

"Thank you for looking after her," she smiled. "You're very kind."

"Are you too old for school?" Kurt asked.

"What is the date?"

"Fifth of June," Ororo confirmed by glancing at her digital watch she had bought the day before purely for the sake of buying something. "Why?"

"My birthday was in August," she laughed. "I had no idea it was that late. Yes, in that case I am too old for school."

"Then I'll see you later," grinned Kurt as he headed towards the exit. "Auf Wiedersehen!"