A/N: OH MY GOD I DON'T HAVE ANY HOMEWORK!!! So I'm celebrating the lovely June day my sitting inside typing…but it's all good since something exciting is finally about to happen! YES! The plot is getting somewhere! Well I guess something exciting happened yesterday…anyway. So guess who just realized that Sabere looks like Sabertooth…oops. Oh well we all know who's cooler. Anyway this chapter gets a little into Kurt's religiousness…hope I don't offend anyone.  Then I'll get two sets of death threats…*shudder* If it's too bad I'll change it, just let me know again…but since the voting worked so well last time (thank you Aceles), it just might stay as is unless they threaten to throw me off the site. But they can't, it's Kurt! IT"S NOT MY FAULT!

Disclaimer: This is my take on Kurt's POV on religiousness and even tho Aceles hates disclaimers (hehehe) I'm making one so no one kills me too badly. I am not trying to spread anything here. Leave me be!

            The sun was finally starting to warm the May morning as Sabere returned to the mansion.  She had risen early and walked around the school grounds, including some of the trails in the woods between the school and the lake.  The size of the ivy-covered building never failed to impress her, but today she was surprised to see a figure crouched on the roof.  Sabere touched its mind cautiously and recognized Nightcrawler, who responded to the new presence in his mind with panic.

            =It's me,= she reassured him, then waved when she saw him searching for her.  He waved back, the disappeared and reappeared next to her.

            "Guten morgen," he said cheerfully, and to her relief appearing no worse for wear because of the accident the day before.

            "Hello," she replied uncertainly, still hoping that he didn't hate her.  "What were you doing up there?"

            "Praying," he answered, opening his three-fingered fist to reveal a crucifix.  "Being up there, I see the world God has made, and even though it may reject me, I think it is beautiful.  It is so easy to praise Him when I see His beauty."  His smile quirked.  "Now I suppose you are atheist or something and now you hate me completely…"

            "Oh, no, never," she stumbled – dammit, I'm blushing, aren't I – "I never really thought much about religion.  Sort of an Easter-Christmas Christian.  It's…been difficult for me, I guess."  As soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted it.  She had very few reasons to be upset with whatever God was out there, and here was Kurt, who had all the reason in the world to condemn Him, and was the most devout Christian Sabere had ever met.

            "But what about you? How do you…keep the faith in your…situation?" And here I am making a bad situation worse. Go figure.

            Kurt only smiled.  "God made me this way, so why should I be unhappy?  Besides, He has given me friends everywhere I go."

            "You're an easy person to befriend."  Stupid cheeks! Give everything away, why don't you…

            And before she could stop herself – "Why did you kiss me yesterday?"

            He raised an eyebrow.  "I'm European.  It's what we do."

            Sabere didn't believe a word, but also didn't think it would be very ethical to enter his mind and see if he was telling the truth.

            "You do not believe me?"

            "The Europeans kiss both cheeks," she replied impishly.

            "Fine."  So he promptly kissed both cheeks and teleported away.

            "Kurt!  Stop doing that!" she yelled, looking around to see if he was somewhere nearby.  Of course, he wasn't, so she went into the mansion, already plotting what to say to him at weapons practice.  She was still fuming when she ran smack into Logan.

            "Whoa, kid, you okay?" he asked.

            "Yeah, fine," she answered him, trying to gather her scattered psychic awareness.  But it was evading her – she felt dizzy and held tight to Logan's forearms.

            =danger=

            A thought that was not Sabere's crossed her mind –

            =here, Sabere=

            The room around her faded to a grayish mist, through which a woman strode towards her.  She was too faint for Sabere to see –

            =there is danger.  I cannon tell you more – Stryker=

            Abruptly the room came back into focus.  Logan was supporting her, staring at her and demanding if she was okay.

            =Stryker=

            "Sami – come on, say something!"

            Sabere slowly released him and stood up unsupported.  "I…just heard something…"

            "What? What happened?"

            "Somebody said there was danger…something about someone named Stryker."

            Logan tensed.  "Stryker's dead.  You sure you weren't just remembering something Charley told you?"

            She shook her head.  "No one's told me anything about a Stryker. I think it was some sort of vision…a woman was trying to warn me…"

            "A woman?"

            Logan had never been this anxious before.  "Do you know what's going on?" she asked.

            "No, but the Professor might."

            Sabere nodded dumbly, still caught in a stuporous trance.

            "Look, are you really okay?  You look kinda pale – are you sure you're not gonna collapse on the way to his office?"

            "No…no, I'll be fine…" Saber left a still-nervous Logan and managed to find her way to Xavier's office, trying to remember every detail of the vision through her mental fog.

            All her numbness vanished as soon as she opened the door.

A/N: DUN DUN DUN!!! Mwahaha I luv cliffhangers.  *taps fingers evilly and waits for reviews* see y'all later!