Disclaimer: So repetitive. I do not and will not ever own the Xmen, but wouldn't that be cool? Also, I don't own Amy Studt, the writer of the lyrics at the beginning of the song.
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"You say I'm just a little girl, just a little girl How can I compare? What do I know? What have I got to share? But there's nothing in this world, nothing in this world That could hold me down, can't you hear me? Don't you understand That I wanna be myself, wanna be the girl, Wanna be the one that you can rely on How I wish that you could see all there is of me How I long to hear that you take me For who I am."
A sweet, gently husky voice floated through the mansion. It wasn't Storm, for although she had been known to carry a tune she was out looking for Siannagh who had left without a word to find Mystique earlier on in that day. It was nearing midday, so it was none of the younger students.
Kurt had come home with a bad stomach from eating something out of the cupboards that was not completely in date. He flopped on his bed with a bottle of fruit flavoured water and began drifting into a snooze when the sound of the singing awoke him. He became curious and teleported a level up, where the sound seemed to be coming from.
What he saw astounded him. Salla, Siannagh's one year old child, was belting out the song with no problem at all. Seeing as Kurt had only heard the little girl speak one word, 'Mama', he was pretty surprised to say the least.
The singing paused abruptly as Salla saw Kurt. She was sat on her own in the corridor, dressed in clothes that were obviously borrowed from another mother for they didn't quite fit her. The little girl giggled, a bubbly sound that brought a smile to the blue elf's face.
"How did you do that, Salla?" he asked, squatting beside her. "How did you sing like that?"
"Shapeshifter," she hissed in exactly the same tone as Rogue. No, it was more than that, it was Rogue's voice, a perfect copy. She must have heard it somewhere and stored it to memory, Kurt reasoned. "Don't panic. It would explain why her mutation is visible at birth."
"Can you copy voices?" he asked, realisation dawning. He smiled. "That's a nice gift."
Salla smiled back at him, copying his expression and German accent perfectly. "That's a nice gift."
"Come on," he whispered, picking her up gently. "Let's get you to Xavier."
"He's not the father," she continued, taking on Rogue's voice again. "Mystique is…well, not the father, but…"
"Mystique?" he gasped. She mimicked him. A frown creased the blue fur on his forehead. "I have to find the Professor now."
BAMF.
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"Professor?" Kurt called.
"Yes Kurt, come in," the familiar voice of the leader of the Xmen came from behind the wooden doors. "The door is unlocked."
Kurt pushed it with his free hand, still holding Salla to his chest.
"Is something the matter?" asked Charles Xavier, moving closer to them in his very smart-looking wheelchair. He had a book in his hand, but the title was covered. "Why are you not at school, Kurt?"
"I felt sick," he said with a nod. "I was going to bed, vhen I heard Salla singing."
"Salla is just a child, she can barely speak," he frowned. "Are you sure you are not delusional from the sickness?"
"I heard it," he promised. "She copied Rogue's voice also."
There was a faint ringing sound, as if from a phone. Both Kurt and Xavier peered around, but couldn't see where the sound was coming from, so they continued with the conversation.
"I cannot see why her powers, if any, would show themselves so early," Xavier admitted. "Perhaps it is the case of stress; babies absorb a lot more than we think."
The ringing persisted.
"Kurt, do you have a cell phone?"
"Nein, Herr Xavier," he said with a raised brow. "Have you?"
Xavier smiled and shook his head. "Not here. What is making that noise?"
Then, suddenly, it clicked in both of their minds. Four eyes looked in surprise at Salla, who was happily ringing away.
"It seems the Unicorn can make noises," chuckled Kurt, patting the top of her lightly curled hair gently.
"Unicorn?"
"Ja, Unicorn," repeated Kurt. He pulled across the newly cut fringe. "Salla has a horn, like the Unicorns. So I called her that."
"Is her mother around?" he asked. "We need her agreement to do a mind search of her youngster, to see what we can find out."
"Nein, she has gone out," Kurt told his Professor. "At least, that is vhat I guess."
"Would you care for her for a while?" he requested. Kurt nodded. "Thank you, Kurt."
He turned his chair around and began to return to the spot by the window where he was before Kurt had interrupted his reading. Kurt, however, didn't move. This was obvious from the ringing still reverberating around the room.
"Is there something else?" he sighed. "You should get some rest if you feel under-the-weather."
"Is she my sister?" Kurt, otherwise known as Nightcrawler, asked impulsively. Xavier didn't turn his head but he felt the nod rather than saw it. He stood up before he could be asked how he knew, because to be entirely honest, he had no idea. "Thank you, Professor."
-------o(O)o------
"You say I'm just a little girl, just a little girl How can I compare? What do I know? What have I got to share? But there's nothing in this world, nothing in this world That could hold me down, can't you hear me? Don't you understand That I wanna be myself, wanna be the girl, Wanna be the one that you can rely on How I wish that you could see all there is of me How I long to hear that you take me For who I am."
A sweet, gently husky voice floated through the mansion. It wasn't Storm, for although she had been known to carry a tune she was out looking for Siannagh who had left without a word to find Mystique earlier on in that day. It was nearing midday, so it was none of the younger students.
Kurt had come home with a bad stomach from eating something out of the cupboards that was not completely in date. He flopped on his bed with a bottle of fruit flavoured water and began drifting into a snooze when the sound of the singing awoke him. He became curious and teleported a level up, where the sound seemed to be coming from.
What he saw astounded him. Salla, Siannagh's one year old child, was belting out the song with no problem at all. Seeing as Kurt had only heard the little girl speak one word, 'Mama', he was pretty surprised to say the least.
The singing paused abruptly as Salla saw Kurt. She was sat on her own in the corridor, dressed in clothes that were obviously borrowed from another mother for they didn't quite fit her. The little girl giggled, a bubbly sound that brought a smile to the blue elf's face.
"How did you do that, Salla?" he asked, squatting beside her. "How did you sing like that?"
"Shapeshifter," she hissed in exactly the same tone as Rogue. No, it was more than that, it was Rogue's voice, a perfect copy. She must have heard it somewhere and stored it to memory, Kurt reasoned. "Don't panic. It would explain why her mutation is visible at birth."
"Can you copy voices?" he asked, realisation dawning. He smiled. "That's a nice gift."
Salla smiled back at him, copying his expression and German accent perfectly. "That's a nice gift."
"Come on," he whispered, picking her up gently. "Let's get you to Xavier."
"He's not the father," she continued, taking on Rogue's voice again. "Mystique is…well, not the father, but…"
"Mystique?" he gasped. She mimicked him. A frown creased the blue fur on his forehead. "I have to find the Professor now."
BAMF.
-------o(O)o------
"Professor?" Kurt called.
"Yes Kurt, come in," the familiar voice of the leader of the Xmen came from behind the wooden doors. "The door is unlocked."
Kurt pushed it with his free hand, still holding Salla to his chest.
"Is something the matter?" asked Charles Xavier, moving closer to them in his very smart-looking wheelchair. He had a book in his hand, but the title was covered. "Why are you not at school, Kurt?"
"I felt sick," he said with a nod. "I was going to bed, vhen I heard Salla singing."
"Salla is just a child, she can barely speak," he frowned. "Are you sure you are not delusional from the sickness?"
"I heard it," he promised. "She copied Rogue's voice also."
There was a faint ringing sound, as if from a phone. Both Kurt and Xavier peered around, but couldn't see where the sound was coming from, so they continued with the conversation.
"I cannot see why her powers, if any, would show themselves so early," Xavier admitted. "Perhaps it is the case of stress; babies absorb a lot more than we think."
The ringing persisted.
"Kurt, do you have a cell phone?"
"Nein, Herr Xavier," he said with a raised brow. "Have you?"
Xavier smiled and shook his head. "Not here. What is making that noise?"
Then, suddenly, it clicked in both of their minds. Four eyes looked in surprise at Salla, who was happily ringing away.
"It seems the Unicorn can make noises," chuckled Kurt, patting the top of her lightly curled hair gently.
"Unicorn?"
"Ja, Unicorn," repeated Kurt. He pulled across the newly cut fringe. "Salla has a horn, like the Unicorns. So I called her that."
"Is her mother around?" he asked. "We need her agreement to do a mind search of her youngster, to see what we can find out."
"Nein, she has gone out," Kurt told his Professor. "At least, that is vhat I guess."
"Would you care for her for a while?" he requested. Kurt nodded. "Thank you, Kurt."
He turned his chair around and began to return to the spot by the window where he was before Kurt had interrupted his reading. Kurt, however, didn't move. This was obvious from the ringing still reverberating around the room.
"Is there something else?" he sighed. "You should get some rest if you feel under-the-weather."
"Is she my sister?" Kurt, otherwise known as Nightcrawler, asked impulsively. Xavier didn't turn his head but he felt the nod rather than saw it. He stood up before he could be asked how he knew, because to be entirely honest, he had no idea. "Thank you, Professor."
