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A noise from the other side of the door brought me back from my daydreaming. Remy stepped back from the door and I moved to his side. When it slid open, Annie gasped at the sight of the both of us. I suppose we were daunting. Remy stood with clenched fists, his jaw set. I know I look demonic on my best days, but I hadn't slept in over twenty four hours and I knew that my hair and fur needed to be taken care of. I'm sure I looked down right terrifying. And while Annie was much more accepting of mutants than she had been when she first came to the mansion, I knew I still frightened her.
"How is she?" I asked voice harsh. I was not concerned with assuaging Annie's fears. I was concerned for my wife.
"Dr. McCoy said that the surgery is going to take longer than expected. Professor Xavier suggested that you get something to eat and some rest." She glanced at Remy. "Both of you."
Not what I wanted to here. I growled deep in my throat and stalked back to the wall. Remy's clenched fists began to glow red. Annie squeaked and fled, closing the door behind her.
My growl became a roar Logan would envy as I slammed my fist in the wall. I became even angrier as my hand started to throb. I imagined Catrina laughing at my stupidity and hoped with all my heart that I would hear that laugh again.
Kurt strolled from the kitchen to the rec room, carrying a bowl of popcorn in one hand, a soda in the other, and Monty Python and the Holy Grail with his tail. After a hard workout in the Danger Room he wanted to do nothing more than relax and watch one of the greatest comedies every made. His hopes were dashed as he heard the television already on as he approached the rec room.
He peered in to see who it was and what they were watching. He smiled when he saw Catrina. He had become fast friends with her, as had Remy. They visited her everyday in the Infirmary. During these visits they discovered her mutation; she had the power to control other people's bodies, using her power mostly to heal. They had also discovered that her eyes changed color according to her mood. "Guten Tag, Catrina! I was not aware Annie had released you."
She turned from her nest of blankets on the couch, her knitting needles momentarily pausing. "Guten Tag yourself, mein Engel," she said with a smile, her American accent butchering the German. "Annie didn't exactly release me. It was more I was tired of seeing her shudder every time she saw my eyes so I stole a pair of crutches and hobbled away." She eyed the bowl in his hand. "Planning on sharing?"
"Maybe." He plopped on the couch next to her after seeing her leg on an ottoman. Glancing over, he noticed that her eyes were currently blue. Good. She was happy. "What are you watching?"
"Nothing much. Why?" He tossed the movie in her lap, and she put her hat-in-progress down so she could pick it up to examine it. "Hmm. Share your popcorn and I agree to watch this."
"Done." He flashed a grin at her.
Half an hour later, Remy joined them. Catrina had finished her hat, which was perched on Kurt's head, and the two of them were laughing. The Cajun walked over and leaned on the back of the couch. "The Professor would like to talk to you, Yeux de l'Arc-En-Ciel. He sent me to find you."
Catrina groaned. "Is this about me leaving the Infirmary? Annie's 'warm and fuzzy' care was becoming more than I could handle."
"Non, I think it is something else, chere." Kurt looked quizzically at Remy, who merely winked.
"Alright then." She leaned over the arm of the couch to pick up the crutches she had dropped on the floor. Remy watched her for a second and then walked to the front of the couch.
"I don' wanna wait around while you hobble to Charles' office," he said as he scooped her off the couch. Her eyes turned bright yellow in surprise, and she whacked his arm. "This be quicker, non?"
"Put me down you crazy Cajun!" she demanded. Remy ignored her and turned to leave the rec room. "Help me, mein Engel! Kurt!" She looked back at him and he shrugged. He didn't know what Remy had planned, but it would be interesting to learn by watching. Besides, with her powers she could force him to put her down if she really wanted.
"It would be better if you stopped struggling, chere."
"It would be better if you put me down." She acquiesced, however, leaning back in Remy's arms with her arms crossed across her chest, scowling. Kurt stopped the movie, deciding it would be best for him to accompany the two of them.
He walked behind Remy, carrying her crutches, a faint smile on his face. He found the situation quite amusing. On the way to Xavier's office they passed Bobby, who started grinning at the sight of Remy carrying Catrina, her leg was sticking straight out due to her full-length cast. She glared at him, and Bobby raised his hands defensively. He wisely stayed silent, although Kurt knew that he would run down to Hank's lab once they were out of sight. The two of them would be laughing about it for some time.
They reached the door to Xavier's office, and Remy lightly kicked it with the toe of his boot. "You could knock properly if you put me down," Catrina said mock sweetly. He grinned at her in reply, and Catrina sighed in frustration.
"Come in," Charles called.
Catrina and Remy looked at each other. "You gonna open the door?" he asked. She snorted. After a moment's pause, they both turned to Kurt.
His eyes widened slightly. "I am not getting in the middle of this," he warned. Neither said anything; Remy merely looked at him, while Catrina gave him a look with her now red-streaked blue eyes that promised retribution if he opened the door. So Kurt did the only thing he could do.
He bamfed into the Professor's office.
Charles looked up from a paper on his desk. "Couldn't handle the two of them?" he asked with a small smile.
"Not anymore. Besides, I think it is best not to upset someone who can tie your tail in knots with a wave of her hand."
"Very wise philosophy."
When the door opened, they both looked over, curious to see who had given in first. Catrina leaned against the doorframe, and Remy walked into the room to lean against the wall. He shrugged when he saw Kurt's raised eyebrow. "My arms got tired."
"Crutches, please," Catrina said, plainly ignoring Remy. Kurt handed them to her and she hobbled over to the chair in front of Xavier's desk. Kurt helped her sit before maneuvering another chair so she could place her leg on it. "Danke, mein Engel." She glanced back at Remy. "At least one of my angels loves me."
"Aw, je t'aime, petite," Remy said as he swept over and gave her a peck on the cheek.
She swatted him away. "I'm still mad at you, mon ange," she told him.
Remy shrugged and went to stand next to Kurt. "Her calling you angel is a good sign, mein Freund," Kurt said softly. Remy nodded in agreement.
"Now, Catrina, I know that Kurt and Remy have told you about the X- Men," Charles started. She nodded, glancing back at Remy and Kurt, her eyes turning gray with worry. "It's perfectly alright; I instructed them to. You also know that all mutants are welcome to stay here.
"So now I get to the reason for calling you here." He leaned forward over his desk, folding his hands together. "I would like to invite you to stay, and to join the X-Men, once you are healed."
Catrina's jaw dropped. "Me? An X-Man, er X-Woman?"
Charles nodded and smiled. "If you would like."
"I would like! I won't be much help for a long time, though," she said, gesturing to her injured leg.
"Don' you worry, chere. Remy'll carry you to battle."
Catrina turned to look at him. He winked roguishly, and her eyes narrowed slightly. She waved her hand slightly, and Remy's knees gave out. Kurt chuckled, and Charles raised an eyebrow. She quailed slightly under the Professor's gaze, but then he smiled and shook his head. "Kurt, do you think you can make sure they don't injure each other?"
"No promises, Charles." Catrina and Remy both looked at Kurt with twin expressions of innocence. He sighed and went over to help Catrina stand.
Translations:
German:
Guten Tag—Good Day
Mein Engel—my angel
Danke—Thank you
Mein Freund—my friend
French:
Yeux de l'Arc-En-Ciel—Rainbow Eyes
Je t'aime—I love you
Mon ange—my angel
A noise from the other side of the door brought me back from my daydreaming. Remy stepped back from the door and I moved to his side. When it slid open, Annie gasped at the sight of the both of us. I suppose we were daunting. Remy stood with clenched fists, his jaw set. I know I look demonic on my best days, but I hadn't slept in over twenty four hours and I knew that my hair and fur needed to be taken care of. I'm sure I looked down right terrifying. And while Annie was much more accepting of mutants than she had been when she first came to the mansion, I knew I still frightened her.
"How is she?" I asked voice harsh. I was not concerned with assuaging Annie's fears. I was concerned for my wife.
"Dr. McCoy said that the surgery is going to take longer than expected. Professor Xavier suggested that you get something to eat and some rest." She glanced at Remy. "Both of you."
Not what I wanted to here. I growled deep in my throat and stalked back to the wall. Remy's clenched fists began to glow red. Annie squeaked and fled, closing the door behind her.
My growl became a roar Logan would envy as I slammed my fist in the wall. I became even angrier as my hand started to throb. I imagined Catrina laughing at my stupidity and hoped with all my heart that I would hear that laugh again.
Kurt strolled from the kitchen to the rec room, carrying a bowl of popcorn in one hand, a soda in the other, and Monty Python and the Holy Grail with his tail. After a hard workout in the Danger Room he wanted to do nothing more than relax and watch one of the greatest comedies every made. His hopes were dashed as he heard the television already on as he approached the rec room.
He peered in to see who it was and what they were watching. He smiled when he saw Catrina. He had become fast friends with her, as had Remy. They visited her everyday in the Infirmary. During these visits they discovered her mutation; she had the power to control other people's bodies, using her power mostly to heal. They had also discovered that her eyes changed color according to her mood. "Guten Tag, Catrina! I was not aware Annie had released you."
She turned from her nest of blankets on the couch, her knitting needles momentarily pausing. "Guten Tag yourself, mein Engel," she said with a smile, her American accent butchering the German. "Annie didn't exactly release me. It was more I was tired of seeing her shudder every time she saw my eyes so I stole a pair of crutches and hobbled away." She eyed the bowl in his hand. "Planning on sharing?"
"Maybe." He plopped on the couch next to her after seeing her leg on an ottoman. Glancing over, he noticed that her eyes were currently blue. Good. She was happy. "What are you watching?"
"Nothing much. Why?" He tossed the movie in her lap, and she put her hat-in-progress down so she could pick it up to examine it. "Hmm. Share your popcorn and I agree to watch this."
"Done." He flashed a grin at her.
Half an hour later, Remy joined them. Catrina had finished her hat, which was perched on Kurt's head, and the two of them were laughing. The Cajun walked over and leaned on the back of the couch. "The Professor would like to talk to you, Yeux de l'Arc-En-Ciel. He sent me to find you."
Catrina groaned. "Is this about me leaving the Infirmary? Annie's 'warm and fuzzy' care was becoming more than I could handle."
"Non, I think it is something else, chere." Kurt looked quizzically at Remy, who merely winked.
"Alright then." She leaned over the arm of the couch to pick up the crutches she had dropped on the floor. Remy watched her for a second and then walked to the front of the couch.
"I don' wanna wait around while you hobble to Charles' office," he said as he scooped her off the couch. Her eyes turned bright yellow in surprise, and she whacked his arm. "This be quicker, non?"
"Put me down you crazy Cajun!" she demanded. Remy ignored her and turned to leave the rec room. "Help me, mein Engel! Kurt!" She looked back at him and he shrugged. He didn't know what Remy had planned, but it would be interesting to learn by watching. Besides, with her powers she could force him to put her down if she really wanted.
"It would be better if you stopped struggling, chere."
"It would be better if you put me down." She acquiesced, however, leaning back in Remy's arms with her arms crossed across her chest, scowling. Kurt stopped the movie, deciding it would be best for him to accompany the two of them.
He walked behind Remy, carrying her crutches, a faint smile on his face. He found the situation quite amusing. On the way to Xavier's office they passed Bobby, who started grinning at the sight of Remy carrying Catrina, her leg was sticking straight out due to her full-length cast. She glared at him, and Bobby raised his hands defensively. He wisely stayed silent, although Kurt knew that he would run down to Hank's lab once they were out of sight. The two of them would be laughing about it for some time.
They reached the door to Xavier's office, and Remy lightly kicked it with the toe of his boot. "You could knock properly if you put me down," Catrina said mock sweetly. He grinned at her in reply, and Catrina sighed in frustration.
"Come in," Charles called.
Catrina and Remy looked at each other. "You gonna open the door?" he asked. She snorted. After a moment's pause, they both turned to Kurt.
His eyes widened slightly. "I am not getting in the middle of this," he warned. Neither said anything; Remy merely looked at him, while Catrina gave him a look with her now red-streaked blue eyes that promised retribution if he opened the door. So Kurt did the only thing he could do.
He bamfed into the Professor's office.
Charles looked up from a paper on his desk. "Couldn't handle the two of them?" he asked with a small smile.
"Not anymore. Besides, I think it is best not to upset someone who can tie your tail in knots with a wave of her hand."
"Very wise philosophy."
When the door opened, they both looked over, curious to see who had given in first. Catrina leaned against the doorframe, and Remy walked into the room to lean against the wall. He shrugged when he saw Kurt's raised eyebrow. "My arms got tired."
"Crutches, please," Catrina said, plainly ignoring Remy. Kurt handed them to her and she hobbled over to the chair in front of Xavier's desk. Kurt helped her sit before maneuvering another chair so she could place her leg on it. "Danke, mein Engel." She glanced back at Remy. "At least one of my angels loves me."
"Aw, je t'aime, petite," Remy said as he swept over and gave her a peck on the cheek.
She swatted him away. "I'm still mad at you, mon ange," she told him.
Remy shrugged and went to stand next to Kurt. "Her calling you angel is a good sign, mein Freund," Kurt said softly. Remy nodded in agreement.
"Now, Catrina, I know that Kurt and Remy have told you about the X- Men," Charles started. She nodded, glancing back at Remy and Kurt, her eyes turning gray with worry. "It's perfectly alright; I instructed them to. You also know that all mutants are welcome to stay here.
"So now I get to the reason for calling you here." He leaned forward over his desk, folding his hands together. "I would like to invite you to stay, and to join the X-Men, once you are healed."
Catrina's jaw dropped. "Me? An X-Man, er X-Woman?"
Charles nodded and smiled. "If you would like."
"I would like! I won't be much help for a long time, though," she said, gesturing to her injured leg.
"Don' you worry, chere. Remy'll carry you to battle."
Catrina turned to look at him. He winked roguishly, and her eyes narrowed slightly. She waved her hand slightly, and Remy's knees gave out. Kurt chuckled, and Charles raised an eyebrow. She quailed slightly under the Professor's gaze, but then he smiled and shook his head. "Kurt, do you think you can make sure they don't injure each other?"
"No promises, Charles." Catrina and Remy both looked at Kurt with twin expressions of innocence. He sighed and went over to help Catrina stand.
Translations:
German:
Guten Tag—Good Day
Mein Engel—my angel
Danke—Thank you
Mein Freund—my friend
French:
Yeux de l'Arc-En-Ciel—Rainbow Eyes
Je t'aime—I love you
Mon ange—my angel