Chapter 3: Night-Time Visitors
Summary: Later that night Kurt and Scott set out to find the answers.
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The mansion was silent and Kurt hadn't heard a sound in what had seemed liked forever. Kurt's eyes slowly opened and he glanced over at the clock. The clock clearly blinked the red neon numbers 12:03.
Everyone should be asleep.
Kurt threw off his quilt and pulled on his shirt then walked cautiously over to the door. He twisted the doorknob as slowly as possible and gritted his teeth at the slight squeak. Kurt held his breath and waited for a sound, but none came. He poked his head out the door and looked to the right and then the left.
The halls were vacant.
He crept down the hallway towards the wreckage, that used to be the dining room. But the sound of a nearby door opening startled him. Kurt turned around quickly to see a rather groggy Wolverine coming his way; claws exposed. Before Wolverine could turn his head Kurt returned to his room and bamfed to Scott's.
A lump of sheets and a comforter concealed his best friend. Out of the top Kurt could barely make out the brown hair, ruffled like a chickens feathers.
"Hey shades." Kurt whispered.
All he received was an irritated grunt as Scott rolled over on his other side.
"Scott, we're under attack!" Kurt shouted.
"What?!?" Scott said as his right hand flew to his visor.
"Just kidding." Kurt replied, "But it's time to go."
"Go where?" Scott mumbled.
"To find out vhat's going to clean up our little mess in the dinning room." Kurt answered.
"Now let's go."
Kurt seized Scott's and the next thing they knew they were in the dinning room.
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Kurt's eyes adjusted to the dim light quickly. The crumbled walls were just as they'd left them that afternoon. Kurt looked at Scott who scanned the room for any sign of repairs. A feral growl from down the hallway made them both turn and stare. Wolverine hadn't given up. He ran down the hallway, in full uniform, searching for the intruder he had heard earlier.
"We're going to die!" Scott said shooting an angry glance at Kurt.
"Not yet." Kurt searched the room for somewhere to hide. It seemed like all hope was lost. Then Kurt's gaze shot up. A fancy grand chandelier was suspended from the ceiling. Kurt had many a time hung from the jewel covered light fixture, trying to get food off the breakfast table. It had always held before, but Kurt wasn't sure if it could accommodate for the new weight. He looked at Scott once more.
Only one way to find out, he thought.
He grabbed Scott's wrist once more.
*Bamf*
Wolverine slammed on the breaks as he entered the dinning room. His breathing was raged and his claws shone in the moonlight that leaked through the window.
He's going to smell us, Kurt thought, his heart pounding in his chest.
Wolverine sniffed the air. His eyes were narrowed into tiny slits as he circled around the room. Slowly a look of confusion spread across his face, "I smell the elf, but I don't see the elf...Scott? Kurt?" He circled around once more, "I think I'm losing my edge." He turned around and drowsily returned to his room.
"That was close" Kurt breathed.
"To close." Scott continued.
"So now what do we do?" Cyclops questioned.
"We wait." Then as is if those words triggered a reaction, Kurt heard tiny voices in the distance. His eyes flew towards the sound and what he saw astounded him. Tiny creatures were walking over to the rubble. He hadn't seen where they'd come from or heard them until that moment, but now from their spot high in the chandelier Kurt saw clearly.
"Scott, look!" Kurt murmured.
The little men were wearing tiny yellow sprite-like outfits that seemed to have come out of a Mother Goose storybook. Each of them had tiny pointed ears and a pickax over their shoulder.
"Hey Kurt, we found your family." Scott joked.
"Dude, so not funny." Kurt said as he punched Scott's shoulder.
"Shhh, we don't want them to know we're here Kurt." Scott responded.
Then the little men began to work. Kurt and Scott watched amazed as the walls seemed to fix themselves. The rubble had almost been cleared out on its own and the room was completely clean around 1:30 a.m.. As Kurt's eyelids began to sag he heard the pitter-patter of tiny feet.
"No way! That wall looks brand new!" Kurt exclaimed.
"It's clean!?!" Scott asked shocked.
"What are those things?" Kurt questioned.
"They're just like elves that construct. They're¾ they're construction elves!" Scott concluded.
"Where do you think they're going?" Kurt asked, watching them go.
"I dunno." Scott replied lamely.
"Let's find out."
