Wow, haven't updated this in a while. Damn. Well its three in the morning,
so here's some nice fluff for the masses. Sorry I couldn't have more : (
Disclaimer: Today is that type of day where you wish for a teleportation machine, and would rather become the fly than venture outside.
~&~
Kurt sat atop his bag, struggling with the zipper. Both his hands firmly grasping the small tab, pulling as hard as he can. Finally, after much huffing and puffing, the zipper closed. With a sigh of relief, Kurt hopped off his bag, to tend to other things. A muffled pop sound alerted him back to his bag, where he found the zipper broken, and the suuffed contents spilling once again.
"ACH! VERDAMMIT!" Kurt yelled, hurling a book at the accursed bag. He had less than an hour before he had to be at the airport, and he wasn't even done packing. Slowly, he sunk to the floor, taking a few deep breaths before starting the struggle once again.
Summer was upon them, and the institute was bustling with young mutants preparing to go home. Most were leaving within the next few days, giving them more time to get things packed and ready. But Kurt had opted for an early flight home, and now was rushing around trying to finish things up. He breathed another deep sigh, looking toward the floor, and wished he didn't have to deal with public transportation. An empty bag plopped down in his view.
"I figured maybe you'd need an extra?" Rogue sat down next to her brother. "I won't be needing it, at least."
"Thanks," Kurt smiled, and began transferring clothing from the overstuffed bag into Rogue's book bag.
Rogue sat silently watching as Kurt packed his belongings and sighed sadly. "I'm really going to miss you, ya know."
"Rogue, I'll only be gone for a month," Kurt turned to her, smirking. "And you did have the opportunity to come along."
"A ten hour plane ride with you, furball?? I like my sanity, thank you," she laughed. A silence befell the two as Kurt finished up his packing. He mentally checked off what he had packed, and what he may be forgetting. Remembering his spare image inducer, he dug through his desk drawer. His hand laid on a familiar piece of paper, and he pulled it out. The picture.
"You takin that too?" Rogue asked, noticing what he held.
"I-uh.I don't know. Maybe," Kurt responded, not looking up from the image.
Rogue stood and moved over to the window. "Have you talked to your parent's about this yet?"
Kurt stiffened slightly. "Ah, no, not yet."
"Ya probably should. Maybe they know somethin'?" Rogue pointed out.
"Nah, I don't think so," Kurt thought it out a bit. Could they know? It's highly unlikely. "Ja, they probably don't. Heh, it'll kinda be a shock, ja?"
"I'd think so, findin out yer kid's the son of a Count and all," Rogue laughed half heartedly.
"Hehe, ja, right?" Kurt replied anxiously. This trip was going to be tough.
~&~
"And how is my beauty today?" Johann sat beside his wife, his hand lacing with hers.
"Not bad so far. Hungry though," Raven replied, as she finished off a second pint of ice cream. "This kid is wearing me out."
Johann laughed. Turning toward his wife's stomach, he wagged his finger. "Now, now, little one. Running your mama ragged already!" Raven giggled and Johann planted a kiss on her cheek. "He's going to be a rowdy little one."
Raven raised an eyebrow. "You mean she. This is most definitely a little girl."
"Ahhh, but I must disagree mien liebe. It shall be a boy, and he shall be Johann Jr."
"Darling, it may be a boy. It may be a girl. But one thing it will NOT be is Johann Jr." Raven smiled at him menacingly.
"You have a better name then?" Johann snuggled up closer to his wife, nuzzling her neck.
"Well, Lila, for one. Perhaps Sara? Amelia?" Raven suggested.
"I fear our son would be ridiculed with such names," Johann reminded, kissing her softly.
"They're perfect for our daughter," Raven told him, returning his kiss. "But, perhaps we should be prepared for a son."
"And what do you have in mind, schatz?" Johann closed his eyes, his hand rubbing over their child.
"Michael. I have always loved the name Michael," Raven replied wistfully.
"Whatever you wish, liebeschen," Johann yawned and shifted.
"In that case, I wish for a sandwich," Raven kissed his forehead, as his eyes pooped open. "And some potato chips with ketchup."
Johann smiled. "Of course." He stood and moved to the intercom, to alert the kitchen of their needs. Turning back to his wife, he noticed her sitting upright in bed, frozen, hands clutching her stomach.
Johann rushed to her side. "Liebe, what is it? Are you ok? Is the baby-"
Raven simply grabbed his hand and guided it over her stomach. Johann could feel a small kick. His child, his precious baby. Living, kicking within it's mother. It kicked again, almost impatiently.
Johann smiled broader than he ever could have. He looked to his wife, who looked back with tears in her eyes. The child kicked once again. Johann let out a small laugh and rested his head against her belly.
"I cannot wait to meet you either miene klein schatz."
~&~
Johann shut his albums. He was through with his trip down memory lane. It had brought back nothing but the reminder of a life he should have had, but didn't. It had been weeks since he had seen that news report, and he was doubting himself more than ever.
He had written to the local news station, asking for a tape of the news. He had never received a response. So he wrote to stations in the States, asking for the tapes. There were no replies. And he could no longer speak to Joseph of any of this. He would not listen, and told the Count exactly what he thought.
Truth is, the count had drank that night. He could have been seeing things. He heard "mutants" and immediately thought of the one closest to him that reminded him of this. Of course, his lost son. Lost. Forever. Johann sighed. He was truly just a sad, lonely old man. Who wanted more than life would ever give him.
~&~
Kurt yawned as he stepped through the terminal, his eyes scanning the crowd. That had to have been the longest flight he had ever been on. Not even a good movie playing. It was dreadful. His eyes scanned further, until he spotted the plump, kind face of his mother, and the warm but worn face of his father. He was home. He smiled and hefted his bag onto his shoulder, approaching them.
His mama saw him first, and her face lit up, as she opened her arms and rushed forward. She pulled him up off the ground, almost squeezing the air out of him.
"My baby! My baby is home!" She cried, hugging him tightly. She pushed his out and took a long look at him. "It is such a shock, this watch thing. I don't know where my baby is anymore."
"I'm here mama," Kurt rolled his eyes. His mother hated the holowatch, and wasn't ever quiet about it. "You can see me home, ja?"
She sighed. "Ja ja, ok. But none of this while we are at home, yes? I want my whole son with me."
"Josephine, enough," his Papa stepped forward, pulling Kurt into a hug. "Our son is home. Kurt, I've missed you."
"I've missed you too, Papa," Kurt replied, relaxing into his father's hug.
"Ok, ok, boys, let's get going! Luggage, luggage! And then home!" Mama pulled her two guys with her, leading them toward baggage.
~&~
Ok, Lets see what happens from here, yes?? If anyone wants to see something specific, let me know. I'll see if I can work it in. R&R!
Disclaimer: Today is that type of day where you wish for a teleportation machine, and would rather become the fly than venture outside.
~&~
Kurt sat atop his bag, struggling with the zipper. Both his hands firmly grasping the small tab, pulling as hard as he can. Finally, after much huffing and puffing, the zipper closed. With a sigh of relief, Kurt hopped off his bag, to tend to other things. A muffled pop sound alerted him back to his bag, where he found the zipper broken, and the suuffed contents spilling once again.
"ACH! VERDAMMIT!" Kurt yelled, hurling a book at the accursed bag. He had less than an hour before he had to be at the airport, and he wasn't even done packing. Slowly, he sunk to the floor, taking a few deep breaths before starting the struggle once again.
Summer was upon them, and the institute was bustling with young mutants preparing to go home. Most were leaving within the next few days, giving them more time to get things packed and ready. But Kurt had opted for an early flight home, and now was rushing around trying to finish things up. He breathed another deep sigh, looking toward the floor, and wished he didn't have to deal with public transportation. An empty bag plopped down in his view.
"I figured maybe you'd need an extra?" Rogue sat down next to her brother. "I won't be needing it, at least."
"Thanks," Kurt smiled, and began transferring clothing from the overstuffed bag into Rogue's book bag.
Rogue sat silently watching as Kurt packed his belongings and sighed sadly. "I'm really going to miss you, ya know."
"Rogue, I'll only be gone for a month," Kurt turned to her, smirking. "And you did have the opportunity to come along."
"A ten hour plane ride with you, furball?? I like my sanity, thank you," she laughed. A silence befell the two as Kurt finished up his packing. He mentally checked off what he had packed, and what he may be forgetting. Remembering his spare image inducer, he dug through his desk drawer. His hand laid on a familiar piece of paper, and he pulled it out. The picture.
"You takin that too?" Rogue asked, noticing what he held.
"I-uh.I don't know. Maybe," Kurt responded, not looking up from the image.
Rogue stood and moved over to the window. "Have you talked to your parent's about this yet?"
Kurt stiffened slightly. "Ah, no, not yet."
"Ya probably should. Maybe they know somethin'?" Rogue pointed out.
"Nah, I don't think so," Kurt thought it out a bit. Could they know? It's highly unlikely. "Ja, they probably don't. Heh, it'll kinda be a shock, ja?"
"I'd think so, findin out yer kid's the son of a Count and all," Rogue laughed half heartedly.
"Hehe, ja, right?" Kurt replied anxiously. This trip was going to be tough.
~&~
"And how is my beauty today?" Johann sat beside his wife, his hand lacing with hers.
"Not bad so far. Hungry though," Raven replied, as she finished off a second pint of ice cream. "This kid is wearing me out."
Johann laughed. Turning toward his wife's stomach, he wagged his finger. "Now, now, little one. Running your mama ragged already!" Raven giggled and Johann planted a kiss on her cheek. "He's going to be a rowdy little one."
Raven raised an eyebrow. "You mean she. This is most definitely a little girl."
"Ahhh, but I must disagree mien liebe. It shall be a boy, and he shall be Johann Jr."
"Darling, it may be a boy. It may be a girl. But one thing it will NOT be is Johann Jr." Raven smiled at him menacingly.
"You have a better name then?" Johann snuggled up closer to his wife, nuzzling her neck.
"Well, Lila, for one. Perhaps Sara? Amelia?" Raven suggested.
"I fear our son would be ridiculed with such names," Johann reminded, kissing her softly.
"They're perfect for our daughter," Raven told him, returning his kiss. "But, perhaps we should be prepared for a son."
"And what do you have in mind, schatz?" Johann closed his eyes, his hand rubbing over their child.
"Michael. I have always loved the name Michael," Raven replied wistfully.
"Whatever you wish, liebeschen," Johann yawned and shifted.
"In that case, I wish for a sandwich," Raven kissed his forehead, as his eyes pooped open. "And some potato chips with ketchup."
Johann smiled. "Of course." He stood and moved to the intercom, to alert the kitchen of their needs. Turning back to his wife, he noticed her sitting upright in bed, frozen, hands clutching her stomach.
Johann rushed to her side. "Liebe, what is it? Are you ok? Is the baby-"
Raven simply grabbed his hand and guided it over her stomach. Johann could feel a small kick. His child, his precious baby. Living, kicking within it's mother. It kicked again, almost impatiently.
Johann smiled broader than he ever could have. He looked to his wife, who looked back with tears in her eyes. The child kicked once again. Johann let out a small laugh and rested his head against her belly.
"I cannot wait to meet you either miene klein schatz."
~&~
Johann shut his albums. He was through with his trip down memory lane. It had brought back nothing but the reminder of a life he should have had, but didn't. It had been weeks since he had seen that news report, and he was doubting himself more than ever.
He had written to the local news station, asking for a tape of the news. He had never received a response. So he wrote to stations in the States, asking for the tapes. There were no replies. And he could no longer speak to Joseph of any of this. He would not listen, and told the Count exactly what he thought.
Truth is, the count had drank that night. He could have been seeing things. He heard "mutants" and immediately thought of the one closest to him that reminded him of this. Of course, his lost son. Lost. Forever. Johann sighed. He was truly just a sad, lonely old man. Who wanted more than life would ever give him.
~&~
Kurt yawned as he stepped through the terminal, his eyes scanning the crowd. That had to have been the longest flight he had ever been on. Not even a good movie playing. It was dreadful. His eyes scanned further, until he spotted the plump, kind face of his mother, and the warm but worn face of his father. He was home. He smiled and hefted his bag onto his shoulder, approaching them.
His mama saw him first, and her face lit up, as she opened her arms and rushed forward. She pulled him up off the ground, almost squeezing the air out of him.
"My baby! My baby is home!" She cried, hugging him tightly. She pushed his out and took a long look at him. "It is such a shock, this watch thing. I don't know where my baby is anymore."
"I'm here mama," Kurt rolled his eyes. His mother hated the holowatch, and wasn't ever quiet about it. "You can see me home, ja?"
She sighed. "Ja ja, ok. But none of this while we are at home, yes? I want my whole son with me."
"Josephine, enough," his Papa stepped forward, pulling Kurt into a hug. "Our son is home. Kurt, I've missed you."
"I've missed you too, Papa," Kurt replied, relaxing into his father's hug.
"Ok, ok, boys, let's get going! Luggage, luggage! And then home!" Mama pulled her two guys with her, leading them toward baggage.
~&~
Ok, Lets see what happens from here, yes?? If anyone wants to see something specific, let me know. I'll see if I can work it in. R&R!