Disclaimer: X-Men is MINE! Actually, no. Just Lance, Pietro, and Kurt. I
keep them in a little closet and feed them bread and water three times a
day. No, not really. I own nothing.
Author's Note: Arf...sorry about not updating. I'm a bad girl. *smacks self across face* Oh...and I can't play Evan. I have no desire to. If Evan is OOC and exaggerated, please do not kill me.
Chapter 4: Recruit the Others
Kurt grumbled to himself in German as he rapped on Evan's door. "Evan!" He froze. "Vait a minute...zis is my room too." He shrugged and walked inside. The blue elf tilted his head, sweeping his gaze around the room. "Evan?" A loud thump caused Kurt to jump nervously, and switch on his holo watch. "Evan...?" The closet door jiggled, and a muffled cry was heard within. Kurt blinked and moved to the closet, and knocked lightly on the door. "Evan?" Some rustling inside the closet, and a slam against the door. Kurt blinked.
"Lemme out! Auntie O? Anybody?"
Kurt poked the door as if it were alive. "Evan...you are in there? Vhy?"
"I was changing, and I accidentally locked myself in here!"
Kurt blinked. "If you cannot get out, vhat makes you think I can get you out?"
The closet grunted. "Just...turn the doorknob..."
The furry elf was profoundly confused now. "Erm...okay..." He grasped the doorknob and turned it, feeling a little click in the knob, which allowed Kurt to slowly open the closet door.
Evan bounded out from the closet depths, wrapping Kurt in a huge, energetic, thank-god-I'm-out-of-there hug. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou!"
Kurt blinked. "It is no problem." He shrugged and pulled back from his freed roommate, tail flickering curiously. "Evan, Scott vanted me to tell you something."
Evan busied himself with cleaning up the skateboarding equipment strewn about the room. "Okay? Something to do with some new special mission or something?"
"Ja. Actually..." Kurt had no idea how to tell Evan this without sounding completely stupid. "Scott got this note from Lance."
Evan blinked. "Okay. Please don't continue. Much as I'd love to hear about our team leader's steamy homosexual relations between the Brotherhood, I...erm...just ate."
"Nien! Scott and Lance are NOT gay and it is NOT a love note!"
"Oh...okay. Continue."
Kurt let out a sigh of frustration. "In the note Lance states that the Brotherhood and the X-Men are to meet after school tomorrow and play a game of Truth or Dare. Scott is making this required."
Evan made a face. "But...Auntie O is taking me and Dominic to the movies after school tomorrow..."
Kurt sighed. He didn't want to mess with Evan's Auntie O plans. "Okay, fine. I'll tell Scott you can't make it..."
"Thanks, man!"
"Ja...no problem..." Kurt sighed and left Evan collecting his skateboarding equipment and placing it in the closet of doom. The furry elf followed the corridor down to Rogue's room, keeping apprehensive for Kitty. He heard some shrieking down in the kitchen, and knew that meant the mad baker was down there. With a slight sigh of relief, Kurt approached the door of the room that Rogue and Kitty shared, and knocked. "Rogue?"
A cough and wheeze greeted Kurt, and a distinct Cajun voice replied, "Come in."
Kurt opened the door and stepped inside, immediately inhaling the scent of chicken noodle soup. Rogue was lying down in her bed looking even paler than usual. Her blankets wound around her body like the cocoon around a pupa. Remy sat in a chair pulled up to Rogue's bedside, holding a bowl of chicken noodle soup. Kurt tilted his head. "Rogue?"
The Goth girl coughed, and looked over at Kurt almost weakly. "Ah'm sick. Ah've got the...the..." She stumbled on her words as she felt a sneeze welling up in her nose. Remy grabbed a tissue box and pulled out a tissue, covering Rogue's nose just as she sneezed. Rogue sniffled once. "Thanks, Remy."
"Anytime, chere." The Cajun smiled and looked to Kurt. "Now, what do you need?"
"Erm...I guess nothing...I don't vant to bother you, Rogue."
The girl nodded, coughing once. "Bah, Kurt."
"Get better, Rogue." Kurt smiled weakly at her and quickly exited the room. The door closed softly behind him, and he sighed. If Jean takes a rain check, Scott will have a new fur rug on his floor. He shivered. That wouldn't be pretty. The elf followed the corridor deeper until he reached Jean's room. His blue knuckles danced lightly on Jean's door. "Jean?" No answer. "Jeeeeeean?" Nothing. Kurt shrugged and opened the unlocked door. He peeked his fuzzy head in the doorway. "Jean?" Her room was perfectly clean, with no sign of the telepathic redhead. He blinked and stepped in a bit further. Suddenly, movement in the back of the room alarmed the furry elf. He gasped as he saw the cause of the movement; Jean had emerged from her bathroom wrapped in one towel around her torso and another around her hair. Jean let out a shriek and threw her hand out, causing Kurt to slam against a wall. "Vait! Jean! I am not spying! I just need to tell you something!" Jean blinked and let Kurt drop, feeling very embarrassed. "Sorry..." "It is okay. All this comes from Scott. He recently got a note from Lance. Apparently, the X-Men are being challenged by the Brotherhood at a game of Truth or Dare."
Jean arched an eyebrow. Truth or Dare as a challenge? "Kurt...that's odd." "I know, I know. But, Scott is convinced to not back down to them. Ve have to go." Jean sighed. "I suppose you're right. When is this thing?" "Tomorrow after school." Jean nodded. "Okay." As Kurt turned to leave, Jean's voice stopped him. "Wait!" Kurt turned to face Jean. "Ja?" "Erm...sorry...again." Kurt grinned and waved it off. "It is no problem." With that, the furry elf disappeared.
Author's Note: Arf...sorry about not updating. I'm a bad girl. *smacks self across face* Oh...and I can't play Evan. I have no desire to. If Evan is OOC and exaggerated, please do not kill me.
Chapter 4: Recruit the Others
Kurt grumbled to himself in German as he rapped on Evan's door. "Evan!" He froze. "Vait a minute...zis is my room too." He shrugged and walked inside. The blue elf tilted his head, sweeping his gaze around the room. "Evan?" A loud thump caused Kurt to jump nervously, and switch on his holo watch. "Evan...?" The closet door jiggled, and a muffled cry was heard within. Kurt blinked and moved to the closet, and knocked lightly on the door. "Evan?" Some rustling inside the closet, and a slam against the door. Kurt blinked.
"Lemme out! Auntie O? Anybody?"
Kurt poked the door as if it were alive. "Evan...you are in there? Vhy?"
"I was changing, and I accidentally locked myself in here!"
Kurt blinked. "If you cannot get out, vhat makes you think I can get you out?"
The closet grunted. "Just...turn the doorknob..."
The furry elf was profoundly confused now. "Erm...okay..." He grasped the doorknob and turned it, feeling a little click in the knob, which allowed Kurt to slowly open the closet door.
Evan bounded out from the closet depths, wrapping Kurt in a huge, energetic, thank-god-I'm-out-of-there hug. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou!"
Kurt blinked. "It is no problem." He shrugged and pulled back from his freed roommate, tail flickering curiously. "Evan, Scott vanted me to tell you something."
Evan busied himself with cleaning up the skateboarding equipment strewn about the room. "Okay? Something to do with some new special mission or something?"
"Ja. Actually..." Kurt had no idea how to tell Evan this without sounding completely stupid. "Scott got this note from Lance."
Evan blinked. "Okay. Please don't continue. Much as I'd love to hear about our team leader's steamy homosexual relations between the Brotherhood, I...erm...just ate."
"Nien! Scott and Lance are NOT gay and it is NOT a love note!"
"Oh...okay. Continue."
Kurt let out a sigh of frustration. "In the note Lance states that the Brotherhood and the X-Men are to meet after school tomorrow and play a game of Truth or Dare. Scott is making this required."
Evan made a face. "But...Auntie O is taking me and Dominic to the movies after school tomorrow..."
Kurt sighed. He didn't want to mess with Evan's Auntie O plans. "Okay, fine. I'll tell Scott you can't make it..."
"Thanks, man!"
"Ja...no problem..." Kurt sighed and left Evan collecting his skateboarding equipment and placing it in the closet of doom. The furry elf followed the corridor down to Rogue's room, keeping apprehensive for Kitty. He heard some shrieking down in the kitchen, and knew that meant the mad baker was down there. With a slight sigh of relief, Kurt approached the door of the room that Rogue and Kitty shared, and knocked. "Rogue?"
A cough and wheeze greeted Kurt, and a distinct Cajun voice replied, "Come in."
Kurt opened the door and stepped inside, immediately inhaling the scent of chicken noodle soup. Rogue was lying down in her bed looking even paler than usual. Her blankets wound around her body like the cocoon around a pupa. Remy sat in a chair pulled up to Rogue's bedside, holding a bowl of chicken noodle soup. Kurt tilted his head. "Rogue?"
The Goth girl coughed, and looked over at Kurt almost weakly. "Ah'm sick. Ah've got the...the..." She stumbled on her words as she felt a sneeze welling up in her nose. Remy grabbed a tissue box and pulled out a tissue, covering Rogue's nose just as she sneezed. Rogue sniffled once. "Thanks, Remy."
"Anytime, chere." The Cajun smiled and looked to Kurt. "Now, what do you need?"
"Erm...I guess nothing...I don't vant to bother you, Rogue."
The girl nodded, coughing once. "Bah, Kurt."
"Get better, Rogue." Kurt smiled weakly at her and quickly exited the room. The door closed softly behind him, and he sighed. If Jean takes a rain check, Scott will have a new fur rug on his floor. He shivered. That wouldn't be pretty. The elf followed the corridor deeper until he reached Jean's room. His blue knuckles danced lightly on Jean's door. "Jean?" No answer. "Jeeeeeean?" Nothing. Kurt shrugged and opened the unlocked door. He peeked his fuzzy head in the doorway. "Jean?" Her room was perfectly clean, with no sign of the telepathic redhead. He blinked and stepped in a bit further. Suddenly, movement in the back of the room alarmed the furry elf. He gasped as he saw the cause of the movement; Jean had emerged from her bathroom wrapped in one towel around her torso and another around her hair. Jean let out a shriek and threw her hand out, causing Kurt to slam against a wall. "Vait! Jean! I am not spying! I just need to tell you something!" Jean blinked and let Kurt drop, feeling very embarrassed. "Sorry..." "It is okay. All this comes from Scott. He recently got a note from Lance. Apparently, the X-Men are being challenged by the Brotherhood at a game of Truth or Dare."
Jean arched an eyebrow. Truth or Dare as a challenge? "Kurt...that's odd." "I know, I know. But, Scott is convinced to not back down to them. Ve have to go." Jean sighed. "I suppose you're right. When is this thing?" "Tomorrow after school." Jean nodded. "Okay." As Kurt turned to leave, Jean's voice stopped him. "Wait!" Kurt turned to face Jean. "Ja?" "Erm...sorry...again." Kurt grinned and waved it off. "It is no problem." With that, the furry elf disappeared.