A/N: Here's chapter four, already finished! *dramatic fanfare* I know you were all eagerly awaiting it. Hahah, who am I kidding? Anyway, once again, short chapter. Dreadfully sorry, but at least you didn't have to wait very long. Thank you for all the reviews, by the way. SO MANY!! And it seems I'm pulling in quite a few married readers, as well. The more the merrier, I say, so read on, mein freunde!
Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Men, or any other mutants in this story. Would if I could, but I can't.
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Sie Sind Schön
an 'X-Men: Evolution' fanfiction
by Wakizashi
Chapter Four
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"Professor!!"
Charles Xavier looked up from the book in his lap to see Kitty Pryde standing in the closed doorway she had just phased through. His eyebrows arched in surprise, and he set the book down on the desk next to him. "Yes, Kitty? What's the matter?"
"Kurt," she said, but it was more of a gasp after all the running and searching she had done. She had gone to every room, and asked everyone she could find, but no one had seen Kurt or had any idea where he was. Evan had looked at her like she was insane, but Ororo had told Kitty to ask the professor. "Where is Kurt?"
Professor Xavier came forward in his motorized wheelchair, stopping when he was within a few feet of the panicked girl. "Try to calm down, Kitty, while I locate him," he told her soothingly. He closed his eyes for a moment, concentrating on Kurt's position. "He's on the roof of the mansion," he said. She turned to run, but Xavier stopped her. "Wait a moment, Kitty."
She stopped, her hands falling limply to her side. Standing obediently, she watched as Xavier took in her ruffled hair, her bleeding lip. She could almost feel him probing her mind. "I- I made a mistake," she explained miserably.
"I see," he was all he said in return. Kitty hung her head, and she heard a motorized whirr as the wheelchair moved closer. Lightly, Xavier put his hand on her shoulder, and she raised her eyes to his. "I know how much Kurt means to you," he said softly. "But he has had to go through quite a lot during these last couple of days. Perhaps one day people will accept him for who he is, and perhaps not. We can only hope for the best, and assure him that no matter what happens, he won't be alone."
Kitty nodded silently. She knew that kissing Kurt had been the wrong thing to do; that he already had enough on his mind to begin with. She sighed at her own stupidity, and Xavier gave her shoulder a squeeze. "And now," he said, smiling, "I believe young Kurt could do with some company."
She grinned, swallowing a lump in her throat. The professor was just way too cool. She turned to phase through the door again, then thought better of it and gave him a tight hug. "Thank you, Professor." As she left, she could hear him chuckling to himself.
To the other residents of the mansion, she was a pink and brown blur as she dashed through the halls in search of Jean Grey. Rounding a corner, she collided with Logan and would have sent them both sprawling if he hadn't been anything less than a wall of pure muscle. Running into him nearly knocked the wind out of her.
"Slow down, half-pint," he told her as she regained her balance. "Where's the fire?"
Ignoring his question, she asked, "Have you seen Jean?"
He looked at her with a raised eyebrow and thought for a moment. "Jean... Yeah, I think I saw her in the game room with that mutant punching bag Cyclops." He frowned. "You wanna tell me what this is all about?"
She groaned in annoyance. "Maybe later," she replied, running past him down the stairs. When she reached the game room, she immediately spotted the red-haired young woman, playing air hockey with Scott Summers. "Jean!" she called.
The telekinetic turned toward her, allowing Scott to score a point. "Kitty? What's wrong?"
"I need you to lift me up onto the roof," she said breathlessly.
Scott and Jean stared at each other, then slowly focused their gaze on Kitty. "The roof?" Jean repeated. "What do you need to go on the roof for?"
"Kurt's up there."
Even with his red-tinted shades on, Scott looked confused. "Kurt? But I though Hank told him not to teleport anymore until his wrist and knee were better."
Kitty was getting sick of all this pointless questioning. "Well, obviously he has ignored his doctor's advice, because that's where he is now. And I *really* need to talk to him. Please, Jean?" She grabbed her hand briefly, and Jean blinked as she became aware of what had happened between her and the teleporter. Slowly, she nodded.
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Humming listlessly to himself, Kurt sat and stared up at the night sky, relying on his long, muscular tail for balance. He wondered if there was at least one planet orbiting one of those thousands of stars above him that was inhabited by an intelligent species. Maybe even one that was filled with people who looked exactly like him. If there was, they probably thought the idea of a tailless creature with no fur was too strange to imagine.
He couldn't believe Kitty had kissed him. Had *wanted* to kiss him. It was the most amazing thing he had ever experienced; the feel of her sweet lips on his. He had always felt an attraction to her, but with that one kiss, she had infected him with some kind of delicious disease, and the only thing that would cure him was to have more.
He was beginning to suspect it was love.
But he had blown it. He had ruined it all, with his stupid razor-sharp fangs, and now Kitty would never want to see him again. He didn't deserve to have her as a friend, and certainly not as anything more. How could he expect her to deal with the way he looked, even if she *was* more understanding than the rest of humankind?
He looked down at the cast on his arm, where Kitty had signed it. It read:
Get well soon! We're all eating your share of the food!
-Kitty
"Mein Gott," he muttered, burying his face in his tridactyl hands. "I'm such an idiot."
"Talking to yourself again?" asked a voice behind him. He twisted around, startled, to see Kitty walking along the eaves of the rooftop, making her way toward him. He tried to remain calm, but his tail betrayed his countenance by whipping back and forth in pleasure. Kitty grinned as she sat down next to him.
"Your tail seems happy to see me," she observed airily.
He sighed wistfully, unable to hide his relief that she wasn't angry with him. "My tail isn't the only one," he replied, looking into her faded-denim blue eyes. Swallowing, he asked, "You are not upset with me?"
She shook her head quickly. "No, of course I'm not," she answered, and in fact, she reached out for his uninjured hand. Hesitantly, he placed it in hers, and she closed her fingers around it. "I'm sorry I made everything so, like, complicated or whatever," she said quietly. "I know me sucking your face off wasn't exactly what you needed, what with all that has happened." With a small smile, she reached up with her other hand and brushed his hair behind his pointed ear. His eyes fluttered closed for a moment, against his will. "But I wanted you to know you don't have to deal with this alone," she finished softly.
"Kätzchen," he whispered, his lips barely moving.
The soft smile still on her face, she pulled a black marker out of the pocket of her white capris. Gently pulling his left arm toward her, she uncapped the marker and set to work on the white plaster of the cast. Confused, he watched until she had finished scribbling out the message she had written. She found an empty section of plaster, and wrote:
Fuzzy-
Next Friday. Burger joint on 4th St. Be there.
-Love, your Kätzchen
His cheeks flushed as he read the message, and she capped the marker with an amused grin. "You... you are asking me on a date?" he asked in disbelief.
"You bet I am," she replied matter-of-factly. "And you better not stand me up, Kurt Wagner, or I'll make your life a living hell. Don't think I'll go easy on you just because you're my bud."
Kurt smiled, pulling her close with his tail. "I don't think you will have to worry about that," he murmured into her ear, breathing in the scent of her hair. "...Mein Kätzchen."
Her eyes slid shut in anticipation, and he had no intention of making her wait. Sliding his right hand around Kitty's upper back, he put his mouth to hers. His heart began pounding as he felt her small hand trail down his neck to rest on his chest, but he remembered to be gentle with her. Nipping her lower lip delicately, he smiled against her mouth as he heard her gasp softly.
Pulling away just enough to meet his eyes, she stared at him in amazement. "I can see *why* chicks dig the fuzzy dude," she said.
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A/N: Not over not over not over!!! *wipes forehead* Whew! Now that I've gotten your attention, I thought I'd inform you that there's one more chapter left. Oh, and by the way, the Professor Xavier in my story is based more on Patrick Stewart's portrayal in the movies more than his character in 'X-Men: Evolution'. I like him better in the movies. For some reason he seems like... the teacher we all wish we had. Anyway, review please!
Wakizashi
tricksparrow@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Men, or any other mutants in this story. Would if I could, but I can't.
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Sie Sind Schön
an 'X-Men: Evolution' fanfiction
by Wakizashi
Chapter Four
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"Professor!!"
Charles Xavier looked up from the book in his lap to see Kitty Pryde standing in the closed doorway she had just phased through. His eyebrows arched in surprise, and he set the book down on the desk next to him. "Yes, Kitty? What's the matter?"
"Kurt," she said, but it was more of a gasp after all the running and searching she had done. She had gone to every room, and asked everyone she could find, but no one had seen Kurt or had any idea where he was. Evan had looked at her like she was insane, but Ororo had told Kitty to ask the professor. "Where is Kurt?"
Professor Xavier came forward in his motorized wheelchair, stopping when he was within a few feet of the panicked girl. "Try to calm down, Kitty, while I locate him," he told her soothingly. He closed his eyes for a moment, concentrating on Kurt's position. "He's on the roof of the mansion," he said. She turned to run, but Xavier stopped her. "Wait a moment, Kitty."
She stopped, her hands falling limply to her side. Standing obediently, she watched as Xavier took in her ruffled hair, her bleeding lip. She could almost feel him probing her mind. "I- I made a mistake," she explained miserably.
"I see," he was all he said in return. Kitty hung her head, and she heard a motorized whirr as the wheelchair moved closer. Lightly, Xavier put his hand on her shoulder, and she raised her eyes to his. "I know how much Kurt means to you," he said softly. "But he has had to go through quite a lot during these last couple of days. Perhaps one day people will accept him for who he is, and perhaps not. We can only hope for the best, and assure him that no matter what happens, he won't be alone."
Kitty nodded silently. She knew that kissing Kurt had been the wrong thing to do; that he already had enough on his mind to begin with. She sighed at her own stupidity, and Xavier gave her shoulder a squeeze. "And now," he said, smiling, "I believe young Kurt could do with some company."
She grinned, swallowing a lump in her throat. The professor was just way too cool. She turned to phase through the door again, then thought better of it and gave him a tight hug. "Thank you, Professor." As she left, she could hear him chuckling to himself.
To the other residents of the mansion, she was a pink and brown blur as she dashed through the halls in search of Jean Grey. Rounding a corner, she collided with Logan and would have sent them both sprawling if he hadn't been anything less than a wall of pure muscle. Running into him nearly knocked the wind out of her.
"Slow down, half-pint," he told her as she regained her balance. "Where's the fire?"
Ignoring his question, she asked, "Have you seen Jean?"
He looked at her with a raised eyebrow and thought for a moment. "Jean... Yeah, I think I saw her in the game room with that mutant punching bag Cyclops." He frowned. "You wanna tell me what this is all about?"
She groaned in annoyance. "Maybe later," she replied, running past him down the stairs. When she reached the game room, she immediately spotted the red-haired young woman, playing air hockey with Scott Summers. "Jean!" she called.
The telekinetic turned toward her, allowing Scott to score a point. "Kitty? What's wrong?"
"I need you to lift me up onto the roof," she said breathlessly.
Scott and Jean stared at each other, then slowly focused their gaze on Kitty. "The roof?" Jean repeated. "What do you need to go on the roof for?"
"Kurt's up there."
Even with his red-tinted shades on, Scott looked confused. "Kurt? But I though Hank told him not to teleport anymore until his wrist and knee were better."
Kitty was getting sick of all this pointless questioning. "Well, obviously he has ignored his doctor's advice, because that's where he is now. And I *really* need to talk to him. Please, Jean?" She grabbed her hand briefly, and Jean blinked as she became aware of what had happened between her and the teleporter. Slowly, she nodded.
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Humming listlessly to himself, Kurt sat and stared up at the night sky, relying on his long, muscular tail for balance. He wondered if there was at least one planet orbiting one of those thousands of stars above him that was inhabited by an intelligent species. Maybe even one that was filled with people who looked exactly like him. If there was, they probably thought the idea of a tailless creature with no fur was too strange to imagine.
He couldn't believe Kitty had kissed him. Had *wanted* to kiss him. It was the most amazing thing he had ever experienced; the feel of her sweet lips on his. He had always felt an attraction to her, but with that one kiss, she had infected him with some kind of delicious disease, and the only thing that would cure him was to have more.
He was beginning to suspect it was love.
But he had blown it. He had ruined it all, with his stupid razor-sharp fangs, and now Kitty would never want to see him again. He didn't deserve to have her as a friend, and certainly not as anything more. How could he expect her to deal with the way he looked, even if she *was* more understanding than the rest of humankind?
He looked down at the cast on his arm, where Kitty had signed it. It read:
Get well soon! We're all eating your share of the food!
-Kitty
"Mein Gott," he muttered, burying his face in his tridactyl hands. "I'm such an idiot."
"Talking to yourself again?" asked a voice behind him. He twisted around, startled, to see Kitty walking along the eaves of the rooftop, making her way toward him. He tried to remain calm, but his tail betrayed his countenance by whipping back and forth in pleasure. Kitty grinned as she sat down next to him.
"Your tail seems happy to see me," she observed airily.
He sighed wistfully, unable to hide his relief that she wasn't angry with him. "My tail isn't the only one," he replied, looking into her faded-denim blue eyes. Swallowing, he asked, "You are not upset with me?"
She shook her head quickly. "No, of course I'm not," she answered, and in fact, she reached out for his uninjured hand. Hesitantly, he placed it in hers, and she closed her fingers around it. "I'm sorry I made everything so, like, complicated or whatever," she said quietly. "I know me sucking your face off wasn't exactly what you needed, what with all that has happened." With a small smile, she reached up with her other hand and brushed his hair behind his pointed ear. His eyes fluttered closed for a moment, against his will. "But I wanted you to know you don't have to deal with this alone," she finished softly.
"Kätzchen," he whispered, his lips barely moving.
The soft smile still on her face, she pulled a black marker out of the pocket of her white capris. Gently pulling his left arm toward her, she uncapped the marker and set to work on the white plaster of the cast. Confused, he watched until she had finished scribbling out the message she had written. She found an empty section of plaster, and wrote:
Fuzzy-
Next Friday. Burger joint on 4th St. Be there.
-Love, your Kätzchen
His cheeks flushed as he read the message, and she capped the marker with an amused grin. "You... you are asking me on a date?" he asked in disbelief.
"You bet I am," she replied matter-of-factly. "And you better not stand me up, Kurt Wagner, or I'll make your life a living hell. Don't think I'll go easy on you just because you're my bud."
Kurt smiled, pulling her close with his tail. "I don't think you will have to worry about that," he murmured into her ear, breathing in the scent of her hair. "...Mein Kätzchen."
Her eyes slid shut in anticipation, and he had no intention of making her wait. Sliding his right hand around Kitty's upper back, he put his mouth to hers. His heart began pounding as he felt her small hand trail down his neck to rest on his chest, but he remembered to be gentle with her. Nipping her lower lip delicately, he smiled against her mouth as he heard her gasp softly.
Pulling away just enough to meet his eyes, she stared at him in amazement. "I can see *why* chicks dig the fuzzy dude," she said.
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A/N: Not over not over not over!!! *wipes forehead* Whew! Now that I've gotten your attention, I thought I'd inform you that there's one more chapter left. Oh, and by the way, the Professor Xavier in my story is based more on Patrick Stewart's portrayal in the movies more than his character in 'X-Men: Evolution'. I like him better in the movies. For some reason he seems like... the teacher we all wish we had. Anyway, review please!
Wakizashi
tricksparrow@hotmail.com