No own no sue...
Kurt laid on his bed, and for once not falling through it. He felt sicker than hell, his stomach doing all of these flip flops that threaten to land him in the bathroom. He had fallen through the floor in the infirmary. Shocked wasn't a strong enough word to describe what he was thinking. They had determined that along with physical attributes, Kurt and Kitty switched powers as well. It couldn't be rationalized and it couldn't be denied ... but for what ever reason that it happened Forge was doing everything possible to fix the problem.

In fact, he hadn't left the lab since the accident. Meanwhile, the dark circles under his eyes continue to slowly eating his face. Despite the Professors repeated request for him to rest, he wouldn't budge. He had made a horrible mistake creating that machine ... and the worst had occurred. He needed to fix it.

Kurt switched to his side, letting out a groan and breathing out slowly. He wanted to shower, to have the warm water pour over the body he couldn't recognize as his own.

"Oh no.." Kurt moaned. He heaved over the side, gripping the bed. Laying back he wiped his mouth with blankets, not caring since he would need to clean his floor along with it. His stomach was sore from the exertion, but attempting to recover. He closed his eyes. He, like Forge, hadn't slept. Not that he wouldn't, but rather, he couldn't. There was a time when he couldn't sleep without his inducer. He had nightmares of himself. Of what people thought of how he looked. It was easier with his image hiding what he looked like. Even if in the dark he couldn't see himself, the small device guarded his dreams. Letting him believe he was normal. That was long ago ... after a while he was able to easily sleep without it, he accepted himself more. Not completely, but enough. What was most ironic was ever since he became this way, he couldn't sleep because he WAS normal looking. Perhaps it was because it was just so different. Because now, he had the body he always wanted. One that wouldn't frighten small children. That would cause the religious to believe that Satan had cast a demon upon them. And then Kitty...

"Kitty..."

Kurt felt tension in his stomach build up once more. She would be traumatized most by this. She hadn't always been thrilled by his looks, he could always feel he disgust whenever her eyes met his. It wasn't that she hated him or anything... They got along most of the time, but Kitty was a very 'appearance' person. It was something about him she was unable to get past. A road block in their relationship. Kurt.. He had always wished that wasn't so. For a long time he harbored feelings towards Kitty, and not the negative kind. Besides his obvious attraction to her looks, he found the fact that she was very intelligent appealing, that and her humor. If it wasn't for Kurt's blue, almost demonic appearance, they would have gone out. Or at least Kurt like to think that. But since she, they, didn't they ended up going out; they went their separate ways in that department.

Kitty found nice relationship with Lance. As much as one can with the enemy; like a Romeo and Juliet situation. The two got along fine until the subject of the institute or brother hood came up. It usually accompanied a uncomfortable silence, or a huffed comment. It really depended on the situation.

And Kurt was found by Amanda. A sweet girl, who seemed to only wish for his happiness; ignoring his appearance entirely. This automatically intrigued Kurt... She was so much kinder to him than Kitty. She was more soft spoken, although.. he wasn't sure if he liked that as much as he liked Kitty's spirit. That was the hardest part about his relationship with the girl. He couldn't help but have some tiny corner of himself collecting small thoughts about Kitty. She would always be there, no denying it.

"Kitty..." He mumbled once more. He felt a rise of guilt in his chest. As he always did when thinking of her. It wasn't very bad until of late. He began to teased a little more than he should have. Getting a little too close. A second wave of guilt passed through him, and the feeling of sickness returned. Kurt just barely made it to the bathroom.

"I vish zis vould stop.." He muttered, flushing the toilet while leaning on the bathroom's counter. He wasn't sure if he was talking about being sick or Kitty.

Sweat cover him in a light film, and he marveled at the feeling. Without fur it was.. less heavy.. it was less of a burden. Heh, he had at least found a plus to being 'normal'. He stared into the mirror. Kurt looked pale, tired... So unlike usual. He touched his face, still amazed. He couldn't gain a real opinion on his new looks. They were ... maybe it was just because they were so different. He really didn't hate them. Then again he didn't love them. He brushed back his brown hair. Would use the inducer once more? Maybe he could just leave it as it was.. It would be simpler just to have people think he turned it brown than to accommodate their past perception of it as blue. Hell if anyone asked he would say he dyed it. Kurt thought a moment. He really wouldn't have to worry about as much as he did... Before he would always glance at himself, to make sure his inducer wasn't on the frizz. Or stood away from crowds, avoiding any contact. Especially with hands.. he had a great fear of that. High fives with anyone was out of the question. But now..

"I'm normal.." He whispered.

The reality of the situation hadn't really hit him until that moment. And he smiled to himself, he was normal. Well that was until Forge fixed the machine...

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Down in the infirmary Kitty stirred, yellow orbs opening to the light.

"Where am I?" She wondered.

*Read and review* ~Oh yes and thank this chapter to Linkin Park.. their new cd Meteroa inspired me to write this.