Living Nightmare
Chapie number two! Mega Kewl! (Hugs NightCralwer and Piccolo Plushies lovingly) I wrote this straight after the first one… Not as spicy as the last Chapie… This is starting to get into something like a story plot… But trust me… It will get very, very, very slashy later on… just bear with me!
I got this really dirty cinema seen in my head… ::Dirty old man laugh:: … If my mother ever found out what I use this computer for she'd take it out my room in a flash...!
Ho hum….
… Well… this is the part of the Chapie where I say hello to you guys that review me…
…. I Can't believe it! You guys really love me!
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Ambiantmoon:
Thankie 4 the review… you where the first… and you shall have a special place in my hart… Do I talk a lode of shit? I've been told I do? Tee hee hee… you is gonna have to wait to see about Kurt's reaction to Scotty's feeling's I really don't know when I want him to brake it to him…
Kelly:
You love it?! Really?! You is not shitting with me?! Have I really crossed over to wonderful world of Darkness?! OOOOOooooOOOooH! I'm sooooo Happy! =^v^= MWAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH! Soon… the whole world will succumb to my madness! HAHAHAHAAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA… !!! Thank you! ::runs up and Hugs Kelly:: Thank you for that girls name I would never have found out otherwise… I think I feel the same way about Jean as you… -_-*… Yheck… Not nice. Scott deservers better… like Kurt for example… =^-^= Hummm… buy the bye … thankies for the translation… I thought it was going to be something a bit more interesting the "How are you?"… ah well….
Relwarc:
I know what you mean! Kurt/Scott slash is as hard to find as bloody Anime in England… there as rare as horse feathers… But a lot nicer to find… If anybody is reading this and they know of any Kurt/Scott slash fics… TELL ME! PLEASE!
StormDraven:
#1. I think you might have to send your cute little blue muse over here… the third chapie is giving me a few 'ickle problems… #2. =^-^= So you have a sugar problem too? YHAY! Me and my friend Stef aren't the only ones! Yes, me and friend Stef go totally spacko when sugar is involved… We are dangerous… let me just say there was Buffy theme tune… Coke a Cola… headbanging… and a fire place involved… and I'll leave it at that…
Myrthyl Avara:
Arrrr thank you…. For the compliment and the translation… Confirming what Kelly said… as she said you can't trust on line translators… and is it really that hard to believe it was my first? It really was… I got really embarrassed when it came to spell checking it… (I got Dyslexia, Cant spell… full stop!) … I was dreading her reading it! But thank you soooo much! You made my day! =^-^=
X2Angelofdeath
::mock salute:: Yes Ma'am!! More on the way! I know what you mean… more people must write Scott/Kurt slash!! They just go so well together don't they! Hay no probs… I get the link for ya… I still gotta put up the raunchier version up on AdultFanFiction.Net or AFF.net as it's also known as… OOOOOH YUCK! He gets together with Queen Jean! NOOOO! Poor guy… Tee hee… I liked Scott being nervous too… there's going to be tons more of it! I promise!
UltraBrattan
Interesting in a good or bad way? I hope good… Tee hee… the Q were a result of me and too much sugar! Thankies for re-vo! =^-^=
Evolutionary spider
Ahhhh! No I write more!! I write more! Please don't unleash your wrath! So you really liked it too… seems other people do to… t'was not shit? This is good… and I shall endeavour to continue!
Tempist de Lioncourt
Well Aoni… may I call you that? Thank you sooooo much… your review made me all happy inside! =^-^= The link for the site is… AdultFanFiction.Net … there you go… instant link! Lotsa love-a-ly slashy goodness here!! So have fun! Happy Slashing!
Raven
Yes… I agree… Kurt slash is grate! More chappies coming soon to a web sight near you…! ::cheesy grin:: BTW… if people out there have NCC-17 stories out there… Upload them on AFF.net!!! it's a growing site!! But brilliant!
Lord R
Thakie for the translation… you is confirming what others say… so it must be correct… so thank you… You are more then welcome… I doth enjoy writing it… Yes I agree that there is not enough Kurt M/M Slash out there! Hope you enjoy it!
Branovices
Yes I love you! You think I do Nighty well? Oh thank you! You make me happy! I see you is another Kurt Yaoi junkie too… I IS NO ALONE!
Anime-Crazi
You liked it too! So many seem too… yep he did have a girlfriend in the beginning… As Kelly so nicely told me… Her Name was Taryn apparently… You want more… YOU SHALL HAVE IT! You is going to have to tell Pietro he has to wait too see id Scotty gets the Fuzzy dude… MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAH! I IS EVIL! AND I LOVE IT!
Brad
Short and sweet review… but more then welcome none then less… thank you and I will! =^-^= You wouldn't happen to be a teacher would you? Coz my sister said "Grate story, please continue" that's the kind of thing teachers say in your books… Wouldn't I be reeeeaaaallly wired if there where some teachers out there… ? just a thought…
Riiiiiiight… this is kind of experimental… I needed something to get them closer together… so I racked my brain for something… and this is what I came up with… I know! I know… another dreamy thing! But I didn't know what else to dooooooOOOoooOOOoooOOOooOOOooOOoo! And I though it worked sort of well… going to delve into Kurt's past a bit…
Ummmmm…. Scary nightmares, Male bonding and guys in nothing but boxers… yummy! That's all you need in a fan fic… =^-^=
Chapter 2: Devils Nightmare
Voices… angry voices… Shouting…. Yelling… Screaming… at him… Darkness… midnight coolness… lit by the moon…stars… and the torch light of an outraged mob… Tight ropes round his wrists and ankles…. cutting of the circulation…. People pushing to get to him… Punches… kicks… insults… rotten vegetables were thrown at him… People spiting on him… Calling him an animal… Calling him a murderer… calling him evil… calling him the devil…
He was scared… They wouldn't listen to him… all they saw was what he looked like… that was enough to make them stop listening… He didn't do it..! He didn't kill those children… But they didn't care… They wanted some one to blame… and he was there… wrong place… wrong time…
They dragged him throw the village… to the centre of town… Where they threw him in a cage… they continued to throw thing and spit at him as he huddled in the back… his hands and feet had gone numb from the tight ropes… The mob began to erect his punishment for the crimes he didn't commit…
A wooden stake as tall and thick as a tree was set up in the middle of the village square… bundles of hay were thrown hastily round the bottom…. The pile steadily growing larger…. The door of his cage was open… he was grabbed by the scruff of the neck and pulled from the cage… the rope round his feet was cut… the blade of the knife slicing his fur cover skin as it went…
He yelped in pain… People cheered for more… they dragged him to the hay covered stake… they cut free his wrists with the same lack of care as before… his wrist was slashed… blood began to pore from the open wound as they forced his hand behind him and tied them agene round the huge vertical piece of wood… more ropes where tide round his body… so tight… he was finding it difficult to breath…
With frightened eyes he feverishly scanned the excited crowed… all he could see was anger and hatred… Both directed at him… Then he saw the torches….. the crowd began to cheer…. They started to chant….
"Bern the Demon! BERN THE DEMON! BERN THE DEMON! BERN THE DEMON!"
…. In that instant… He lost all hope…. And he screamed……
Scott was traipsing back to his room, carrying his mug of hot chocolate, complete with big flumpy marshmallows. It was about 11:37pm on a Friday night… and he couldn't sleep… too many thoughts… too many feeling… too late in the day. He yawned, the sound echoing throw the empty hall as he padded along the carpeted floor in nothing but his boxers… he normally wouldn't do such a thing… but this was an exception.
The mansion was unusually quiet of once. That's because everyone was out on some emergency mission that had cropped up. Everyone that was at the mansion at the time was dragged along. He had no idea what was up or why the professor had left so suddenly, he didn't even let them know that they had gone.
Scott had sneakily rearranged the roster so he could spend some more time in the Germans company. Being the team leader had some major perks… So he and Kurt were out doing the weekly shop when they came home to find the large house completely empty. It wasn't till they ventured into the kitchen to put away the shopping, that they found the scruffy, hastily written note attached to the fridge with the Star Trek: TNG Enterprise fridge magnet.
It just said don't worry, nothing serious and that they would all be back some time tomorrow lunchtime. The note also said that they wouldn't be able to contact them till they got back… so try not to get into trouble… and NO PARTY'S! THIS_ MEAN'S_ YOU_ ELF...!!
It was obvious from the sloppy hand writing and the use of Kurt's nickname, that it was Logan who had written it… also the fact that that particular magnet was Logan's favourite… Scott was one of the few people that had the privilege of knowing about the Wolverine actually being a closet Trekkie! But he had been reminded on more then one occasion never to spill that particular secret… ever! Or Logan would take it upon himself to make Scott really fit his name as Cyclops…
Floating back to the time which was now… Scott sighed and took a small slurp from his hot beverage. Just his luck… he had a whole empty mansion… he had Kurt all to himself… a chance to stay up way past lights out…. no chance of a distraction for hours… he had thought he had died and gone to heaven… and then… Kurt decides he's going to get an early night… Pfffhhh… stupid bad luck!
Now that Scott thought about it… Kurt had been going to bead quite early for the past week now… witch itself was unusual. Usually he would be bouncing of the wall's way past midnight if they gave him the chance. And there was another thing… the 5:00am wake up calls that Kurt was so fond of, weren't happening. The others thought it was a blessing. But Scott couldn't help but think there was something more to it…
He had noticed that the energetic, full of energy, Kurt, was looking a little tired. He seamed a little sluggish and his appetite was effected… Kurt usually could eat three horses and a donkey…. If not more… But Scott had noticed that he was eating less then usually… It was ironic… He had told Scott to talk to him if some thing was bothering him… and tomorrow… he was going to return the favour…
He slowly made his way down the hall back to his room. He approached the door of his furry comrade… and stopped. He stood there for a moment contemplating what could be troubling the blue mutant…
With his eye's still trained on the door, he took another sip from his mug. He swirled the hot, sweet liquid round his mouth before finely swallowing. He licked his marshmallow covered lips and felt the warmth of the drink spread throw his chest, as he continued to stared at the door.
He sighed forlornly and ran a hand threw his short hazel brown hair. His hand rested on the back of his neck as he cast his gaze down words… God it was getting harder… Harder to stay away… harder to think of him without the Professor or Jean finding out…
The professor would probably be O.K. with it… probably… but heaven forbid if Jean ever found out! the last thing he wanted was it to be all over the school! Good god… it was hard to keep his hands to himself, anymore… Harder to act normal… harder to keep himself from charging in there right now and spilling his feelings that had been festering in his guts to him….
"Scott Summers… your_ pathetic_! Pining after someone that'll never feel the same way about you," He scolded "How stupid can you be…" He let his breath out through his mouth, causing him to sound like a horse. His tired eye's left the floor and travelled back to the closed door. //… I don't know what to do…// He took another sip from his dark drink as he slowly trend to see if he could get some sleep.
He was about to start back when he heard a noise… a… whimper? There was only one place it could have come from… He looked back at the wooden door, and listened carefully… There it was agene… Scott frowned then creped silently to the bedroom entrance. He was usually against eves dropping but in this case…
He pressed his ear to the cool door and strained to hear… he waited…. And waited… and waited… he took a sip of hot chocolate… and waited…. he must have been standing there at least, what? 5? 6 minuets? He sighed.
//… he must have just been dreaming… I wonder what of...?// the X-man team leader wondered. With his ear still pressed against the wood he stood there for a moment longer… but a moment to long.
Scott let out a shrill cry as the air was torn with a blood curdling, inhuman scream that made his veins run ice cold. He jumped a mile out of his crawling skin and his drink had fallen out of his shaking hand and was now all over him and the carpet… but he didn't notice the burning liquid as his mind swam with what he had just heard. The sound was frightening, Kurt… Kurt screamed! He sounded terrified!
In an instant, Scott snapped into action. He tried the door. Locked. He and began pounding on the thick wooden door, screeching at the top of his lungs.
"KURT! KURT! ARE YOU ALRIGHT! KURT, ANSWER ME! COME ON! OPEN THE DOOR! KURT!" No answer. He franticly tried to think of a way to get into the room. Then it hit him like a tone of bricks….
He could of slapped himself for not thinking of the blindingly obvious… but he could do that later… right now he had to get to Kurt. He set his sights on the door lock, screwed his eye's tight shut then lifted his Ruby-quartz glasses.
For an instant he opened his eyes and the ruby coloured force beam shot out and sliced throw the lock, twisting the metal and splitting the wood, sending shards and splinters everywhere.
With out another thought, he slid the glasses over his eyes agene and ran into the room with speed that would do Quicksilver proud. He hit the door with his shoulder dislodging it in one easy hit and light spilled into the dark room. He was immediately struck by a blast of cold air form the open balcony doors and his skin reacted in tern. He feverishly searched the room for the fuzzy blue mutant. He finally spotted him in his bed.
Scott couldn't believe what he saw… The bed and the surrounding area was a total mess… Bed sheets and pillows strewn over the floor… the bed side table was knocked over an the contents strewn over the floor… the lamp was on the floor causing a frightening shadow of the writhing body on the rumpled sheets. Kurt was thrashing around like he was in some kind of fit…
Not bothering to switch on the light, Scott immediately ran to the distressed teen's side. He hadn't a clue as to what too do. So he tried the obvious. He knelt on the bed and shouted.
"KURT?! KURT, CAN YOU HEAR ME!" The only answer he got was a pained, frightened expression and a loud whimper…..
…. He screwed his eye tight shut to the frightening sight before him… he let out a frightened whimper… He was going to die… this was it… the end… He heard them give the order and his eyes snapped open… just in time to see the burning torches thrown on to the bundles of hay… his eye's widened as he saw the hay underneath him catch fire… his fear rating went threw the roof as he struggled harder against his bonds.
The crowd cheered and fanned the growing flames… he could feel the heat raising… the cuts he had hadn't stopped bleeding… the heat… the bright orange and red flames rising… he struggled harder… ropes cutting deeper into the wounds… the crowd cheering… his hart pounding in his chest… he begged and pleaded… they didn't listen…
He desperately tried to free himself… his eyes began to water… the pain… the heat… the despair… the dizziness… his hart ripping in two… the smoke… the noise… he had forsaken all hope…. His eye broke with salty wet tears as he continued to beg the crowed of mercy…. They cheered… they laughed… they cried out for more… then the flames rose… lapping at the bottom of his cloak….
With the last ounce of strength he had… He let lose one last petrifying, terror-stricken howl that would make the devil himself cower in fear… He continued to scream like the demon they claimed he was as the flames arose and finely engulf him…
Scott yelped as Kurt began to thresh even more violent them before. His arms, legs and tail be began to flap and swing around hitting anything in there path. Kurt's fist hit the wall with bone shattering force. Scott spotted the small blotch of blood left in its wake.
He had to do something, anything before Kurt did anything more serious. He did the only thing he could think of… He reached out and took hold of the struggling mutant biceps and pined his body to the matters… or should I more accurately say tried to…
For the first time, Scott had a chance to find out just how strong the younger teen really was. He was shocked as he strained to keep his friends arms still. The furry mutants three fingered hands shot up and grabbed hold of the top of Scott's arm's, holding them with unholy strength while fighting to get lose.
He had to be careful… He didn't want to hurt Kurt by being too rough with him… but if his ruby-quartz glasses got knocked off with the struggle… he could accidentally destroy the whole mansion… not to mention he might end up killing Kurt in the process. The X-man leader continued to wrestle the unconscious, whimpering blue mutant as he tried agene to talk him out of his trance.
"KURT…! KURT, COME ON! …AHHH…SNAP OUTTA IT! WHAT EVER IT IS… agggh… IT'S NOT REAL!" He yelled as Kurt's whimpers became panicked cries. His sharp nail's scraped along Scott's skin as his actions became frantic and began to mumble in German.
Although he didn't understand the words, he understood the emotion behind them all to clearly, they where desperate pleas. Tears began to flow down the furry cheeks like miniature river's as his desperate cry's grew louder. His head rolled for side to side, sending deep Indigo hair and tears, whipping through the air.
Scott was frightened now… he was alone and had no one to call for help… Kurt looked like he was in major pain and was fighting back with superhuman strength… he couldn't leave… and he couldn't hold him much longer, he had to try and brake the hold this nightmare had on him agene….
"KURT… ouch! Please! LISTEN… Ahhhhhggh… LISTEN TOO MY VOICE! IT'S_ NOT _ REAL! IT IS JUST A BAD DREAM! YOUR …. Errrrragh…. DREAMING! YOUR NOT IN ANY DANGER… NOTHING IS GOING TO HURT YOU! YOUR SAFE WITH ME! PLEASE KURT! …YOUR… YOUR SCARING ME… aghhhh…. I Care too much about you… gerrr… GOD HELP ME, I'M NOT GOING TO LET ANYTHING HURT YOU! PELASE BELIEVE ME! TRUST ME! PLEASE… !" he pleaded, hoping his words would reach deep into his subconscious… he got his answer… in the form of another demonic scream, his sharp nail's braking his tanned skin causing blood to flow free.
The sound froze the X-mans hart… it was like something from his worst nightmare… he didn't notice the lacerations on his arms as unbridled fear griped his soul… But then it happened… With a gasp, Kurt's golden, glowing eyes snapped open… wide with fright. An instant later, he bolted upright and collapsed into Scott's arm's sobbing like a frightened child.
For a moment… What had just happened… didn't register in Scott brain… He gazed down blankly at the fur covered mutant. He saw him huddled against his scantily clad body… his fuzzy face pressed into his bear chest… the warm, wet tears soaking his cold skin… his hands still clinging fiercely to Scott's arms… loud sobs escaped his mouth and racked his smaller body…
If this where any other time, Scott would be grinning like an idiot from the wonderful feeling of having the almost naked Kurt against his just a bear body… but this wasn't the time… His friend needed him… Scott arms slowly encircled the distressed male, gently hugging him… he felt Kurt respond by sinking deeper into the embrace and griping him tighter…
Subconsciously, he began to rock back and forth, the same way a mother would sooth her child. He started to whisper reassuring word and sounds into his elfin ears, while his hands rubbed the indigo pelt of his back, in small circles. For a moment he let himself marvel at how soft he really felt… softer then he could have ever imagined… it was like stroking a big newborn kitten… only way better…
He let his mind wonder as he continued to silently comfort his friend. The last time he had been this close to Kurt, was the time they followed Wolverine in to town and a motorbike thrown on top of them. Seconds before, they had grabbed hold of each other, before Kurt ported them to safety.
Scott remembered that first embrace well… How Kurt's arms felt wrapped round his chest….how it felt to have his hands on his back…. How his long hair tickled his ear… How the smaller mutant had fitted perfectly into his arm's… how good and… right it felt….
Scott had to stop himself before he became so aroused it became noticeable… He returned his attention back to the quaking body in his presence. The full out sobbing had now changed in to loud sniffles.
He had no idea how long they had been sitting there… and quite frankly… he didn't care. If he was helping him… if the simplest thing as being there to cry on, made him feel better… he would give it, without hesitation… he realised long ago, he would do anything for him… anything…
Kurt was still shacking, but it was no way as bad as before. Scott couldn't tell if it was because of the fright he just had or because the balcony windows where wide open and a nightly breeze was blowing throw the room.
Now that the teleporter seemed to have calmed down, Scott decided it was time to start talking.
"Kurt…? Are you alright?" He asked quietly, his voice low and gentle. Kurt sniffled, then slowly nodded. "You know, you had me worried there for a moment," He felt the grip on his arms get tighter.
"Do you want to talk about it?" A little to the point, but with the scare he had given Scott and himself, why beat around the bush… He felt the movement of the furry face, biting his lip, he shook his head, bearing his face deeper into his chest.
"That's O.K., you don't have to… but you know… Forgive me if this sounds corny, but… you know… I'll always be there too listen too you… any time you need too get things off your chest… Kurt… I've noticed that your not acting yourself… going to bed early… getting up late… Not eating as much as usual… your worrying me… Mein freund." He bit his lip to suppress a smile as he felt the corners of Kurt's mouth rise against his bear chest as he sniffed agene.
The sound of hearing Scott giving him the same but revamped speech he gave him not a week ago made him smile. But when Scott called him his friend, in his native tongue, it sent waves of comfort flowing threw every fibre of his tired and shocked body (even though it did sound a little funny with his American accent) and he felt himself relax a little.
"Now vhere have I heard zhat before…" Kurt said in a voice that was barely audible. The usually straight faced leader smiled
"ya' know… I'm beginning to think we just sit around worrying about each other…"
"Your probably right on zhat… Vhy do you think zhat is?" Well… at leased he was talking, Scott thought maybe not the topic he wanted but... He had to get him to relaxes enough so that he would feel comfortable talking to him…
"I duno… May be it's all the male bonding we do?" he mused. Kurt let out a small shy laugh, not at all like would normally be heard from him.
"You zhink zhat's it? Really? I alvays zhought it vas because ve lived vith seven vomen…" Scott chuckled.
"Yher… that could also be the a contributing factor."
"Zhere's not much hope for us zhen, is zhere?" Scott humoured him and shook his head.
"Nah… none at all… were all lost causes… even Logan… he's going to be flower arranging before you know it…" Kurt giggled… the blue mutant slowly moved his body back, but still kept hold of Scott's arms for what seemed like support. His head was lowered and his long fringe cast a dark erie shadow over his entire face. The only thing that could be seen were his glowing, hooded demonic eyes.
"Dank… for… you know…" he whispered, not meeting Scott's ruby covered gaze. The X-man leader smiled fondly at the blue fuzzy mutant.
"Yher… I know… don't mention it… what the heck are friends for if they can't use each other as a tissue from time to time…" He elected another quiet laugh.
"I thought I vas supposed to be zhe joker of zhe house? If you keep zhis up, I'll be out of a job?"
Scott sighed. This was just like Kurt… Hiding his true feeling's behind a clown's mask. Scott had wished more then once for him to drop it once in a while… but never more so then now…
"I don't think you have anything to worry about… I don't think I could quite come up to your level of party animal, practical joker, witty Casanova status…" He joked. Although Kurt's eye's had no pupils, Scott could tell he had shifted his gaze up too the door.
"Zhat's good…" Kurt murmured, his grip on the other teen's arms loosening. "… I don't think I could fill the role of the cool headed, hard working, Fearless team leader…." There was another pause. "Scott..?"
"Yher…"
"Vhy is my door hanging off its hinges?" Scott's eyebrow arched at the off the wall question. He then shifted his gaze to the door.
"… Ah…" Was what he said when he looked. Sure enough the door was now only barely hanging of its top hinge… "Well… You locked the thing so… when I heard you in trouble, I couldn't get in… so I had to… you know… blast it…" He said sounding a little embarrassed as Kurt's eye's surveyed the door.
"… Oh…" he said simply. "… Scott..?"
"…Yher…?"
"Vhy are you covered in hot chocolate?"
"Errrr…" The unflappable leader looked down at himself to find the dark residue of his spilt drink all over him. "… I was heading back to my room when I heard you making noises, I stopped to see if you were alright… then when you screamed I guess I dropped my mug from jumping…" The German looked directly into the American eyes.
"I vas screaming?" He asked in quiet disbelief. The brown haired boy nodded slowly.
"Only twice… Once before I came in… and once just before you woke up… but they both scared the crap out of me… you sounded terrified… Kurt, what was it all about? What was so bad in that dream that made you freak out like that?" He asked, hoping that this time the furry blue mutant would finely open up.
Kurt's golden eye's darted away from Scott's and the fingers on his arms contracted. But he waited, knowing that his friend was stewing in his turbulent thoughts. He sat on the bed patiently as the disturbed mutant seamed to mill over every thing.
Eventually, Kurt's gaze slowly made it's way back to his, Scott gave him a small, reassuring smile as he saw the pained and distressed look on the demonic looking mutant's shadowy features. Just as he opened his blue lips to speak, as a frosty blast of wind whirled into the room, sending violent shivers coursing throw both of the X-mans scantly clad body's.
Scott could of destroyed the world for the blasted elements interruption, he was so close to finding out what had gone on in that dream, he was sure that his friend was about to tell him. But lady bad luck still seamed to be following him around.
He reluctantly detached him self from Kurt's clutches and went to close the open balcony doors. He rubbed his arms to try and warm his cold body, finely noticing the small bleeding digs in the tops of his arms… surprisingly enough they didn't hurt…
When he turned round, he site he saw nearly broke his aching hart. Gone was the boisterous, playful, unpredictable, fun loving attitude. The younger teen sat there huddled on the bed with his leg pulled up to his chest and his face buried in his arm's. Silently shivering from the cold… or was it something else?
The X-men leader found it hard to swallow the growing lump in his throat as he made his was back to he friend. Too him, Kurt suddenly looked so small… so vulnerable… so helpless… so… alone. He picked up a discarded blanket from the floor and sat on the close beside his friend as he wrapped the thick material around the furry mutants shivering body.
"Are you alright?" he asked for the second time that night. Kurt raised his head and gazed at the older X-man, then nodded.
"Ja… Ja, I'm fine… just a little shaken up… I'm all right now…" Scott raised an eyebrow.
//Yher… sure you are… an I find the blob attractive… your anything but. … please don't shut me out now…// He silently pleaded.
"Are you sure?" he asked sceptically. Kurt nodded.
"Ja… nozhing to vorry about…" he quickly changed the subject. "You look like you could use a shower… vhy don't you go and get cleaned up zhen go to bed… I'm fine now… zhere's no need to vorry about me anymore…" He said, giving Scott a ghost of his usual smile.
Kurt could tell Scott wasn't convinced in the slightest.
"… Kurt, you where totally freaked earlier…"
"… I know but… it's over now… it just shook me up a little… everyone has bad nightmares now and zhen… Please Scott trust me… I'll be alright… and besides, you really need a shower… your getting sticky…"
The tall teen sighed, he was right, he was and it was getting rather uncomfortable. He didn't want to leave… but if he wanted him to go there really wasn't much he could do but respect his wishes.
"Are you positive you'll be alright?" He asked agene as he got up off his bed and picked up the sheets, bedside table and lamp. Kurt sighed.
"Ja… you go… have a goodnights sleep." He said half-hardly. Scott regarded his friend, pursing his lips. Sighing he turned and walked slowly to the door, feeling the Germans eye's following him as he went.
As he reached the door he turned on his heal and looked back at his friend.
"Are you_ positive_ that your alright?"
"Ja… How many times do I have to say it?" He grumbled.
"Until I start believing you…," The blue elf scowled at him. "All joking aside…. If you need me for anything… and I mean anything… no matter how small or how silly… I'm here for you… I'll be right down the hall… O.k.?" Kurt nodded, but nothing more. Scott sighed.
"Alright then… I'll see you in the morning… Good night, Kurt."
"… good night…." He whispered. Just as Scott was about to tern and leave, a voice made him stop. "Scott!"
"Yes?" He gazed at the blue furry mutant.
"… dank schon…"
"Don't mention it." He smiled, then with a nod he reluctantly left.
Kurt watched him tern and leave him. He sat there on the bed… not moving except to look round his room. As he sat there flashes of his nightmare came back to him. He closed his eyes, trying to block the images he saw. But it was a futile attempt… being in this room… his room… his own sent was driving him crazy as it sparked of more horrendous images.
He berried his head in his arms and began rocking back and forth. His mind was swimming with fear, horror, pain and loneliness. The longer he sat there the deeper he sank into his own self pity. He franticly tried to think of a way to get rid of these monstrous dreams… who on earth could he tern to…
Then it hit him… something in the back of his mind was telling him something… niggling and picking away… something like mice scurrying round your mind… kind words echoed in the back of his mind just out of reach… but they had something to do with… Scott.
The more he thought about him, he felt the feeling of comfort and reassurance rise and grow… he remembered his words and the way he said them… How he had felt as safe in his arms as he had in his mother's…
These thoughts made him begin to felt that if anyone could help him… why not him? He had said that he could talk to him. He was sure if he told his leader anything, he wouldn't utter another word if he so wished it. After all… he wasn't Kitty.
He milled it over in his mind about a dozen times. Trying to pluck up enough courage… trying to think about what to say… But the longer he stayed in the room the more his thought returned to his nightmare… he waited for as long as he could stand… before he couldn't take being in his room all by his self with nothing but his sent and awful memories. And with a single thought… he bamfed out of his room.
Hummmmm…. Now I wonder where the hell he's gonna go…. Yher… like you guy's couldn't guess already! Was it just me… or was that really fluffy…?
Hay… whadda y' think of the title? It's a name of a song! From a couple of guys called Oxide and Neutrino! A song from the Tomb Raider movie…. Just thought you mite be interested….
As I Sad Ants In Daisies:
Like it?
Love it?
Wanna burn it?
Wanna burn me?
Put me in a chair and use the thumb screws on me?
Let me know! Please…. I ask so little…
\/ \/ \/ \/ \/ \/ see the blue button you know what to do! Once agene all
\/ \/ \/ \/ \/ \/ Flame's will be given to Kujo… My lovely 'ickl Doggy…
\/ \/ \/ \/ \/ \/ He stared in a Movie you know… Resident evil!
\/ \/ \/ \/ \/ \/ I was sooo proud !! ==/\__/\==