Book of Wagner 10:4
Kurt reappeared in the rec room just as the new team appeared.
"Kurt!" rogue exclaimed, catching sight of the distinctive smoke and blue fur. She practically flew foreword and punched him square in the jaw, before catching him in a tight bear hug. Kurt's vision blurred with pain, and lack of oxygen, but enough coherency remained for him to ask,
"Rogue? Vas dich?"
Rogue let him go and held him at arm's length.
"The punch was for not even calling since you left. I should be angrier, but I'm just so happy to finally see your ok. That's what the hug was for."
"Oh," Kurt cradled his jaw in his tri-fingered hand. His tail swished behind him as his gaze sought the new people in the room.
Ororo stood serenely in the back, a gentle welcoming smile on her face. Kurt smiled warmly back at her, reassured by her acceptance that he wasn't going to be thrown to the wolves.
Little Bobby Drake, who wasn't so little anymore, yet still had way too much energy, bounced in the balls of his feet as he waved hello, a big grin on his face.
"Hey, Kurt." Kurt smiled.
"Hey, Bobby."
Behind his younger sister stood the Russian, Colossus. He had joined the X men shortly before Kurt had left, and made a rather good impression on the German mutant, and Kurt remembered genuinely liking the man. He nodded in greeting, and Kurt nodded back.
Finally, he saw the latest addition to the team.
Gambit looked strait back, holding Kurt's pupil-less yellow eyes with his own unique red on black, with an air of both seeking approval and "I'm here, deal with it." Kurt raised an eyebrow as the Cajun wrapped an arm around Rogue. She didn't seem to mind. In fact, she looked happier than Kurt had ever seen her. He smiled the widest at Gambit.
"Hallo, mine frunde."
"'Lo"
"Kurt?" Rogue asked suddenly, "What's that around your neck?" Kurt shrugged.
"The reason why I have been absent for the last few years."
"Ya became a priest?"
"Priest in training," Kurt amended. "I'm to be ordained soon, though."
"Well," Ororo spoke up, "That news calls for a celebration. Let us retire to the kitchen. There's coffee, ice cream, cakes, and tea."
"Frauline," Kurt said dramatically, hand over his heart, "You have stolen my heart with just those few words," Kurt gallantly took her hand and kissed her knuckles. Ororo blushed faintly and swatted at his head.
"None of that now, you smooth talker. Be true to that collar you wear." Kurt bowed an apology.
"I am sorry, you are right...however...I am rather hungry..."
"Fuzz, you're always hungry," Evan piped in from behind. Kurt mock-glared at him as the other laughed.
"Some things never change," Rogue said as she walked past Kurt to go to the kitchen.
"Everything Changes, mine shwiester, especially people." Kurt murmured before shaking off his gloomy disposition and following the others to the wonderful food.
***
Scott moved under the hot spray to let the hot water pound the tension from his back. He braced himself against the wall with both hands and arched, hearing the vertebrae pop one by one down his spine. Eyes close tightly as not to release their deadly optic black, raised towards the spray, washing the salt of sweat and tears from his face.
Lowering his head once more he let himself think.
Jean was gone; had been gone for about a year. His fiery-red haired sweetheart was not coming back this time. It hurt, but in the back of his mind he realized he had been waiting for the day she would leave him since the day they met, and lately it had begun to wear on the both them. A single tear escaped as Scott came to the realization that while it hurt, there was nothing he could do to change it. Jean was dead and he was not. There was nothing stopping his from living his life, just as he wanted it. It was time to move on and forget the grief while remembering the woman.
'Goodbye Jean,' Scott thought, and picked up the soap. Working up lather his thoughts turned back to the now and the new arrival at the mansion.
Kurt was back.
Kurt, in the short time he had been with Scott, had managed to BAMF his way into Scott's heart, waking feelings Scott had pushed away and ignored because he wasn't ready to deal with the fact that there was more different than just his eyes; because he wouldn't, couldn't, love another man.
Kurt's leaving so long ago had cut Scott deep. Kurt was one of three people Scott ever truly called friends, the others being either dead or in Hawaii. Kurt leaving had brought up all those feelings of abandonment he had developed in the plane crash and it's aftermath, and left Scott with lingering emptiness that not even Jean could completely fill.
The emptiness of a broken heart.
Slowly the pieces of the puzzle, like they always did, fell into place in Scott's brain.
Scott Loved Jean.
Jean had died.
Jean had died for Scott to live.
Jean wanted Scott to live his own life.
Scott would remember Jean always, and wouldn't tarnish her sacrifice by refusing to move on and waste away.
Kurt was Scott's best friend.
Kurt had left and broke Scott's heart.
Kurt was back.
"I love Kurt," Scott whispered, the words echoing startlingly loud in the shower stall, yet Kurt could not deny the truth of those words.
Scott smiled as he turned off the now cold water. He loved Kurt and Kurt was back. Not to mention that Kurt seemed happy to see him. Scott winched as he remembered how he had treated the fuzzy elf. He had to apologize.
As Scott put on his glasses he thought he felt the ghost echo of a psi voice he never thought to hear again.
~Go get 'em, Slim~
Scott smiled. He would honor Jean's memory by living and finding love. With a new confidence in his step Scott left the locker room to go get his man.
But first, he had to apologize.
TBC.
Yeah...uh...sorry it took so long...life kinda caught up to me. I should be getting back into the swing of things, though, and updating more regularly. (I hope)
Please excuse any mistakes in my German, I'm a Russian major. '
I was, am, and will always be, immortaljedi
Kurt reappeared in the rec room just as the new team appeared.
"Kurt!" rogue exclaimed, catching sight of the distinctive smoke and blue fur. She practically flew foreword and punched him square in the jaw, before catching him in a tight bear hug. Kurt's vision blurred with pain, and lack of oxygen, but enough coherency remained for him to ask,
"Rogue? Vas dich?"
Rogue let him go and held him at arm's length.
"The punch was for not even calling since you left. I should be angrier, but I'm just so happy to finally see your ok. That's what the hug was for."
"Oh," Kurt cradled his jaw in his tri-fingered hand. His tail swished behind him as his gaze sought the new people in the room.
Ororo stood serenely in the back, a gentle welcoming smile on her face. Kurt smiled warmly back at her, reassured by her acceptance that he wasn't going to be thrown to the wolves.
Little Bobby Drake, who wasn't so little anymore, yet still had way too much energy, bounced in the balls of his feet as he waved hello, a big grin on his face.
"Hey, Kurt." Kurt smiled.
"Hey, Bobby."
Behind his younger sister stood the Russian, Colossus. He had joined the X men shortly before Kurt had left, and made a rather good impression on the German mutant, and Kurt remembered genuinely liking the man. He nodded in greeting, and Kurt nodded back.
Finally, he saw the latest addition to the team.
Gambit looked strait back, holding Kurt's pupil-less yellow eyes with his own unique red on black, with an air of both seeking approval and "I'm here, deal with it." Kurt raised an eyebrow as the Cajun wrapped an arm around Rogue. She didn't seem to mind. In fact, she looked happier than Kurt had ever seen her. He smiled the widest at Gambit.
"Hallo, mine frunde."
"'Lo"
"Kurt?" Rogue asked suddenly, "What's that around your neck?" Kurt shrugged.
"The reason why I have been absent for the last few years."
"Ya became a priest?"
"Priest in training," Kurt amended. "I'm to be ordained soon, though."
"Well," Ororo spoke up, "That news calls for a celebration. Let us retire to the kitchen. There's coffee, ice cream, cakes, and tea."
"Frauline," Kurt said dramatically, hand over his heart, "You have stolen my heart with just those few words," Kurt gallantly took her hand and kissed her knuckles. Ororo blushed faintly and swatted at his head.
"None of that now, you smooth talker. Be true to that collar you wear." Kurt bowed an apology.
"I am sorry, you are right...however...I am rather hungry..."
"Fuzz, you're always hungry," Evan piped in from behind. Kurt mock-glared at him as the other laughed.
"Some things never change," Rogue said as she walked past Kurt to go to the kitchen.
"Everything Changes, mine shwiester, especially people." Kurt murmured before shaking off his gloomy disposition and following the others to the wonderful food.
***
Scott moved under the hot spray to let the hot water pound the tension from his back. He braced himself against the wall with both hands and arched, hearing the vertebrae pop one by one down his spine. Eyes close tightly as not to release their deadly optic black, raised towards the spray, washing the salt of sweat and tears from his face.
Lowering his head once more he let himself think.
Jean was gone; had been gone for about a year. His fiery-red haired sweetheart was not coming back this time. It hurt, but in the back of his mind he realized he had been waiting for the day she would leave him since the day they met, and lately it had begun to wear on the both them. A single tear escaped as Scott came to the realization that while it hurt, there was nothing he could do to change it. Jean was dead and he was not. There was nothing stopping his from living his life, just as he wanted it. It was time to move on and forget the grief while remembering the woman.
'Goodbye Jean,' Scott thought, and picked up the soap. Working up lather his thoughts turned back to the now and the new arrival at the mansion.
Kurt was back.
Kurt, in the short time he had been with Scott, had managed to BAMF his way into Scott's heart, waking feelings Scott had pushed away and ignored because he wasn't ready to deal with the fact that there was more different than just his eyes; because he wouldn't, couldn't, love another man.
Kurt's leaving so long ago had cut Scott deep. Kurt was one of three people Scott ever truly called friends, the others being either dead or in Hawaii. Kurt leaving had brought up all those feelings of abandonment he had developed in the plane crash and it's aftermath, and left Scott with lingering emptiness that not even Jean could completely fill.
The emptiness of a broken heart.
Slowly the pieces of the puzzle, like they always did, fell into place in Scott's brain.
Scott Loved Jean.
Jean had died.
Jean had died for Scott to live.
Jean wanted Scott to live his own life.
Scott would remember Jean always, and wouldn't tarnish her sacrifice by refusing to move on and waste away.
Kurt was Scott's best friend.
Kurt had left and broke Scott's heart.
Kurt was back.
"I love Kurt," Scott whispered, the words echoing startlingly loud in the shower stall, yet Kurt could not deny the truth of those words.
Scott smiled as he turned off the now cold water. He loved Kurt and Kurt was back. Not to mention that Kurt seemed happy to see him. Scott winched as he remembered how he had treated the fuzzy elf. He had to apologize.
As Scott put on his glasses he thought he felt the ghost echo of a psi voice he never thought to hear again.
~Go get 'em, Slim~
Scott smiled. He would honor Jean's memory by living and finding love. With a new confidence in his step Scott left the locker room to go get his man.
But first, he had to apologize.
TBC.
Yeah...uh...sorry it took so long...life kinda caught up to me. I should be getting back into the swing of things, though, and updating more regularly. (I hope)
Please excuse any mistakes in my German, I'm a Russian major. '
I was, am, and will always be, immortaljedi
