Happy 4th of July peeps! Well, the American peeps, that is..
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Sashi: My darlin, I love your reviews! And, about that, all was answered in "Fate"
Kiki: I was hoping someone would pick up on the resemblance! I tried to make it blatant...
Tenshaimanda: Hmmm.check out "Fate". That's where I explain the Mystique stuff.
BATS: Awww.thanx so much!!
Key: I'm so glad I hooked ya!
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Manni18: XXL is on backorder. I can expect it somewhere around October.
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And thank you ALL for reading, even yall who don't review..I hope yall enjoy this little chappie:
Disclaimer: "Celebrate the birth of your nation by blowing up a small part of it."
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Rogue sat quietly at the dinner table, as she always did, staring down the way at her newly identified brother. He hadn't been acting like himself lately, and it was a bit worrisome. She wasn't the only one to notice it. She peered across the table at Scott, who seemed to be looking at the fuzzy one with the same concerned expression. Something just wasn't right.
Rogue had been having a tough time lately. All the new information about her past being thrust upon her so quickly, she was having a hard time sorting it all. Mystique's her mother, Kurt being her brother. It was a bit too much to handle all at once. What made it harder was that Kurt was more than happy to take on the brother role, and Rogue just wasn't ready for that. She didn't know how to have siblings, and she didn't know how to be one. And she knew she had hurt Kurt's feelings on more than one occasion, when she denied their relation. But he had to give her time.
She was shaken from her thoughts when Kurt stood from the table and cleared his place. This was very unusual. He never left dinner early, he always waited for everyone else. Everyone seemed to look up, as he was doing this. She could see it on all of their faces, they were worried. They knew that his dog back home had died, but that was over a week ago. And there were no signs of their happy-go-lucky elf returning.
Rogue stood and excused herself from the table, following Kurt into the kitchen. She was determined not to let this continue. She knew that Kurt would do the same for her. In fact, he had done the same. More than once. He deserved that much, as her friend. She opened the kitchen door, only to see that he had already ported out. But it didn't take a rocket scientist to know where he had gone.
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Kurt made himself comfortable on his balcony, staring over the water and thinking. It was something he had been doing all too much recently, but he now had so much more to think about. He had a father, a blood relative, the man responsible for his being here. He was out there. Did his father ever think of him? Or was his father the reason that Mystique had to run? So many questions, and absolutely no answers.
A faint knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. "Come in," he ushered.
Through the darkness, he could see Rogue stepping into his room. His sister. Well, whom he considered his sister. After all, they did share the same mother, even though the circumstances under which Mystique was their mother were different. His face softened slightly as she moved to the balcony and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"How're ya feelin?" she asked.
"Like a million dollars and better," he joked. "I guess I've seen better days."
"I'd say you've seen better weeks," she told him, brushing a lock of white hair from her eyes. "Do you want to talk about it?"
He stared at her for a second, pondering this. Did he want to tell her? Or to tell anyone, for that matter. What would she even think? It all was kind of crazy, when it came down to it. "I don't know," he replied, truthfully.
Rogue didn't answer, she just leaned down on the banister and stared over the water. "Germany is that way, isn't it?"
Kurt just nodded wistfully, his head in his hand.
"No wonder you spend so much time out here. You must miss it." she responded.
"Sometimes, ja, I really do. When I first came here, I really missed home. But I got better over time. Recently, well, it's just been difficult."
"I can imagine, being away from your family and all."
"Well, I'm not away from all of my family," he replied.
Rogue just stopped, looking up at him, aware of the implications. She breathed deep and returned to where she was leaning. "I, uh, I guess not."
Kurt noted the uneasiness in her response and dropped the subject. "But, ja it is very tough. Before coming here, I had never been away from my parents for more than a few hours."
A small silence fell over the two as they stared into the distance. Rogue had never really sat down with Kurt and had a discussion like this before. She had never really thought about how hard it had to be for him, being so far away from his loved ones. The silence became heavy between the two, and she decided to break it.
"I heard about you're dog, I'm really sorry," she told him.
"Yeah, he was a good dog. But he was very old. I guess it was just his time," Kurt replied.
"Yeah." Rogue could tell she was getting nowhere fast in this conversation. She had to be a bit more blunt. "Are you sure you're ok, Kurt?"
Kurt took a second to think. "I just have a lot on my mind."
Rogue smirked. "I know how that is."
Kurt looked at her and smiled. "I know you do." He turned back to the water. "Sometimes, things just happen. And there's no way to know what to do next. That's kind of what I'm going through."
"Things are happening?" Rogue asked, a bit confused by his vagueness.
"Well, nothing is happening, no. Not yet. Well," Kurt had no idea how to make Rogue understand without telling her. "Rogue, if I tell you something, will you promise not to tell anyone else?"
"Sure," she replied, honestly.
"I'm serious, no one. Not even the Professor," Kurt stared into her eyes in all seriousness.
"Of course, Kurt. I promise. I won't tell a soul." Rogue lifted two fingers into the air. "Scout's honor."
Kurt jumped down from his perch and made his way back into his bedroom. He stared at the papers on his desk, trying to think of the best way to say this. "Well, you know how we just found out all this new stuff, about us? Like that Mystique's our mother, and we're brother and sister and all?"
Rogue kind of flinched at the mention of 'brother and sister'. "Yeah?"
"Well, these are answers to questions I've been asking all my life. My entire life, from the time that I knew I was adopted, I have been wondering about where I came from. And now, everything seems to be coming together, especially since, um, recently."
"Well, I guess its good. Ya know who your mom is and all, even though she's crazy," Rogue smiled.
Kurt smiled back, sadly. "Yes, but, I wasn't talking about that. I, um, I think I found my father."
Rogue stopped in shock, staring at him. Kurt took this opportunity to ramble.
"I know it sounds crazy, but I think it's true. I mean, it all adds up right, and I added it up quiet a few times. It makes sense, but it leaves so many more questions, and I just don't-"
"Where did you find this out?" Rogue interrupted.
"Um," Kurt put his hand on the back of his neck. "Actually, insane as it may sound, from Tabby. Kind of."
Rogue laughed. "Tabby?"
"Well, she brought over this stuff, for me to translate. I was kind of rude and kicked her out, but then I sat and looked at all of this and began putting things together. She found it in Mystique's room and-"
Rogue tuned Kurt out slightly as she examined the papers in front of her. She knew some slight German as a result of draining Kurt when they'd first met. Flipping through, she saw the pictures of the couple, read about who they were. She looked closely at the man in the pictures. There was no denying the resemblance between him and Kurt. They could nearly pass for twins, if Kurt were a bit less blue and furry. But did this really mean that he was Kurt's father?
"I can see a resemblance and all, Kurt, but still," Rogue began. "How do you know for sure that he's your dad?"
Kurt flipped through to a certain page. "I don't know for sure. But everything seems to make too much sense."
Rogue read the caption at the bottom of the page. Her eyes widened. It was certain, the Countess here was Mystique. And from the dates, it made perfect sense. But that would mean, Kurt, was the son of a Count?
"Rogue, please, I'm begging you. Don't tell anyone! I don't know anything for sure yet, and I don't want to-"
Rogue looked up at Kurt as he begged her for her discretion. Kurt, her-- brother. He had chosen to confide in her, he trusted her. With something that was obviously very important. Rogue felt touched by this, and responded by throwing her arms around him. "I promise, Kurt, I won't tell a soul. That's not what family does."
Kurt smiled as he reciprocated his sister's hug. Things finally seemed to be falling into place for him.
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AWWWWW!!!! Such a cute chappie!! I hope yall enjoyed! R&R!!
Reviews!:
Sashi: My darlin, I love your reviews! And, about that, all was answered in "Fate"
Kiki: I was hoping someone would pick up on the resemblance! I tried to make it blatant...
Tenshaimanda: Hmmm.check out "Fate". That's where I explain the Mystique stuff.
BATS: Awww.thanx so much!!
Key: I'm so glad I hooked ya!
Tazmanian Devil: Here's ya update!
Manni18: XXL is on backorder. I can expect it somewhere around October.
ChineseChompingCabbage: mmmmmmm cabbage
Makura Kaneko: Thanx for reading!
And thank you ALL for reading, even yall who don't review..I hope yall enjoy this little chappie:
Disclaimer: "Celebrate the birth of your nation by blowing up a small part of it."
~&~
Rogue sat quietly at the dinner table, as she always did, staring down the way at her newly identified brother. He hadn't been acting like himself lately, and it was a bit worrisome. She wasn't the only one to notice it. She peered across the table at Scott, who seemed to be looking at the fuzzy one with the same concerned expression. Something just wasn't right.
Rogue had been having a tough time lately. All the new information about her past being thrust upon her so quickly, she was having a hard time sorting it all. Mystique's her mother, Kurt being her brother. It was a bit too much to handle all at once. What made it harder was that Kurt was more than happy to take on the brother role, and Rogue just wasn't ready for that. She didn't know how to have siblings, and she didn't know how to be one. And she knew she had hurt Kurt's feelings on more than one occasion, when she denied their relation. But he had to give her time.
She was shaken from her thoughts when Kurt stood from the table and cleared his place. This was very unusual. He never left dinner early, he always waited for everyone else. Everyone seemed to look up, as he was doing this. She could see it on all of their faces, they were worried. They knew that his dog back home had died, but that was over a week ago. And there were no signs of their happy-go-lucky elf returning.
Rogue stood and excused herself from the table, following Kurt into the kitchen. She was determined not to let this continue. She knew that Kurt would do the same for her. In fact, he had done the same. More than once. He deserved that much, as her friend. She opened the kitchen door, only to see that he had already ported out. But it didn't take a rocket scientist to know where he had gone.
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Kurt made himself comfortable on his balcony, staring over the water and thinking. It was something he had been doing all too much recently, but he now had so much more to think about. He had a father, a blood relative, the man responsible for his being here. He was out there. Did his father ever think of him? Or was his father the reason that Mystique had to run? So many questions, and absolutely no answers.
A faint knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. "Come in," he ushered.
Through the darkness, he could see Rogue stepping into his room. His sister. Well, whom he considered his sister. After all, they did share the same mother, even though the circumstances under which Mystique was their mother were different. His face softened slightly as she moved to the balcony and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"How're ya feelin?" she asked.
"Like a million dollars and better," he joked. "I guess I've seen better days."
"I'd say you've seen better weeks," she told him, brushing a lock of white hair from her eyes. "Do you want to talk about it?"
He stared at her for a second, pondering this. Did he want to tell her? Or to tell anyone, for that matter. What would she even think? It all was kind of crazy, when it came down to it. "I don't know," he replied, truthfully.
Rogue didn't answer, she just leaned down on the banister and stared over the water. "Germany is that way, isn't it?"
Kurt just nodded wistfully, his head in his hand.
"No wonder you spend so much time out here. You must miss it." she responded.
"Sometimes, ja, I really do. When I first came here, I really missed home. But I got better over time. Recently, well, it's just been difficult."
"I can imagine, being away from your family and all."
"Well, I'm not away from all of my family," he replied.
Rogue just stopped, looking up at him, aware of the implications. She breathed deep and returned to where she was leaning. "I, uh, I guess not."
Kurt noted the uneasiness in her response and dropped the subject. "But, ja it is very tough. Before coming here, I had never been away from my parents for more than a few hours."
A small silence fell over the two as they stared into the distance. Rogue had never really sat down with Kurt and had a discussion like this before. She had never really thought about how hard it had to be for him, being so far away from his loved ones. The silence became heavy between the two, and she decided to break it.
"I heard about you're dog, I'm really sorry," she told him.
"Yeah, he was a good dog. But he was very old. I guess it was just his time," Kurt replied.
"Yeah." Rogue could tell she was getting nowhere fast in this conversation. She had to be a bit more blunt. "Are you sure you're ok, Kurt?"
Kurt took a second to think. "I just have a lot on my mind."
Rogue smirked. "I know how that is."
Kurt looked at her and smiled. "I know you do." He turned back to the water. "Sometimes, things just happen. And there's no way to know what to do next. That's kind of what I'm going through."
"Things are happening?" Rogue asked, a bit confused by his vagueness.
"Well, nothing is happening, no. Not yet. Well," Kurt had no idea how to make Rogue understand without telling her. "Rogue, if I tell you something, will you promise not to tell anyone else?"
"Sure," she replied, honestly.
"I'm serious, no one. Not even the Professor," Kurt stared into her eyes in all seriousness.
"Of course, Kurt. I promise. I won't tell a soul." Rogue lifted two fingers into the air. "Scout's honor."
Kurt jumped down from his perch and made his way back into his bedroom. He stared at the papers on his desk, trying to think of the best way to say this. "Well, you know how we just found out all this new stuff, about us? Like that Mystique's our mother, and we're brother and sister and all?"
Rogue kind of flinched at the mention of 'brother and sister'. "Yeah?"
"Well, these are answers to questions I've been asking all my life. My entire life, from the time that I knew I was adopted, I have been wondering about where I came from. And now, everything seems to be coming together, especially since, um, recently."
"Well, I guess its good. Ya know who your mom is and all, even though she's crazy," Rogue smiled.
Kurt smiled back, sadly. "Yes, but, I wasn't talking about that. I, um, I think I found my father."
Rogue stopped in shock, staring at him. Kurt took this opportunity to ramble.
"I know it sounds crazy, but I think it's true. I mean, it all adds up right, and I added it up quiet a few times. It makes sense, but it leaves so many more questions, and I just don't-"
"Where did you find this out?" Rogue interrupted.
"Um," Kurt put his hand on the back of his neck. "Actually, insane as it may sound, from Tabby. Kind of."
Rogue laughed. "Tabby?"
"Well, she brought over this stuff, for me to translate. I was kind of rude and kicked her out, but then I sat and looked at all of this and began putting things together. She found it in Mystique's room and-"
Rogue tuned Kurt out slightly as she examined the papers in front of her. She knew some slight German as a result of draining Kurt when they'd first met. Flipping through, she saw the pictures of the couple, read about who they were. She looked closely at the man in the pictures. There was no denying the resemblance between him and Kurt. They could nearly pass for twins, if Kurt were a bit less blue and furry. But did this really mean that he was Kurt's father?
"I can see a resemblance and all, Kurt, but still," Rogue began. "How do you know for sure that he's your dad?"
Kurt flipped through to a certain page. "I don't know for sure. But everything seems to make too much sense."
Rogue read the caption at the bottom of the page. Her eyes widened. It was certain, the Countess here was Mystique. And from the dates, it made perfect sense. But that would mean, Kurt, was the son of a Count?
"Rogue, please, I'm begging you. Don't tell anyone! I don't know anything for sure yet, and I don't want to-"
Rogue looked up at Kurt as he begged her for her discretion. Kurt, her-- brother. He had chosen to confide in her, he trusted her. With something that was obviously very important. Rogue felt touched by this, and responded by throwing her arms around him. "I promise, Kurt, I won't tell a soul. That's not what family does."
Kurt smiled as he reciprocated his sister's hug. Things finally seemed to be falling into place for him.
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AWWWWW!!!! Such a cute chappie!! I hope yall enjoyed! R&R!!