"Kurt! Kurt, stay away from that crab, honey!" StarPryde called out
to her son, watching as the boy poked a resting crab with the tip of his
tail. She quickly ran over as the crab raised up a claw to grab his tail
and she picked him up, sighing softly as her three year old smiled at her
charmingly.
"What am I to do with you, Kurt?" she asked, heading up to the Lighthouse. "You need to take your nap."
"Don' wanna." Kurt said, yawning through his words.
"Your sister Johanna is." StarPryde pointed out. "Don't you want to..."
That was when the machine crash-landed about a few feet in front of her, nearly knocking her over and scaring Kurt.
Meggan opened the door slowly, holding Kurt in her arms still. The trip had knocked him unconscious, and she was worried that he was seriously hurt. When she saw Kitty, she smiled faintly, stepping out of the machine.
"We need to help Kurt right away!" she said. "Please!" ***
Moira was tending to Kurt in the med lab while Meggan told everyone what had happened after Kurt sent Kitty to this world. She kept her distance away from Captain Britain however, fearing that she would end up snapping and attacking him just because he was the doppelganger to Hauptmann Englande.
"I should have jumped out when I had the chance." StarPryde whispered softly. Meggan shook her head, resting a hand on hers.
"It wouldn't have done us any good." She explained. "Kurt would have died if you had been captured by Hauptmann Englande and his men. The only thing that kept him alive was you." She looked over at the two sleeping children, and she smiled faintly.
"And besides, these two wouldn't be here if you hadn't of gotten away now would they?" she asked. StarPryde shrugged faintly, biting her lower lip as she thought about.
"But do you think that the Reich of your world will try to get to this world again?" Nightcrawler asked. "And if so, do you have a guess as to how long it will take?"
"There's no way of telling when it comes to years and time in different worlds." Meggan said. "As for trying again, I'm sure they will. They've lost two machines now and the Fuhrer will not tolerate that now will he? Don't worry though, we can help you fight them when the time comes."
Moira came in later, her face filled with frustration as she sat down and put her head in her hands. She looked up when StarPryde touched her shoulder lightly and she sighed, shaking her head.
"'is 'ands cannae be 'ealed wi' oot breakin' 'em agin." She explained sadly. "An' Ah dinnae thin' 'is body weel be able to take tha' kind o' abuse anymore either."
"But will he live?" StarPryde asked. Moira was quiet, thinking it over slowly on how best to tell her.
"'is body took a lot o' abuse o'er the course o' three years." She explained slowly. "Et was a miracle tha' 'e made et 'ere in fac'! Ah dinnae thin' 'e 'as too much time lef', lass. Ah'm sorry."
"But can I see him?" StarPryde asked slowly. Moira nodded, and she was off, phasing through the floor right into the med lab. She found Kurt laying in the softest bed, pillows propped under his head so that it was raised up to let him see everything. IV's were in his arms, giving him the vitamins and nutrients he needed too late. His eyes were closed in light slumber.
Walking up to his bedside, StarPryde looked at his frail body and she covered her mouth with one hand as tears welled up in her eyes. She touched his forehead with the tips of her fingers and he opened his eyes slowly, looking at her for a moment before he recognized her.
"Kit..." he whispered, slowly trying to sit up. She tried to stop him, pressing down on his chest lightly and telling him to rest, but Kurt was always a stubborn man and she was finally forced to just help him up. Adjusting himself slowly, Kurt looked up at Kitty and he wrapped his thin arms around her, giving her a hug that felt more like feathers were being thrown at her.
"Kurt, you need to save your strength." StarPryde said.
"Moira told me about... the children." Kurt said, looking up at her. "Kurt and Johanna? I... I want to see them..." StarPryde couldn't deny Kurt anything, and she was soon back with both of her children after telling them who the man was and that they needed to be very careful because he was very weak.
Johanna went up to him first, looking up at him with her golden eyes in wonder. He smiled at her faintly, and she slowly smiled back, slowly holding up her arms for him to pick her up.
"Johanna..." StarPryde started. His arms trembling with the effort, Kurt slowly leaned forward and he picked his daughter up, placing her carefully on his left knee as he ignored the roaring protests his hands were making the whole time. Smiling, he looked over her shoulder at his son, his tail swaying faintly.
Kurt was hiding behind his mother, unsure of what to make out of this weird person his mommy said was his daddy. He looked like Nightcrawler, only he was really sick and weak looking. He looked up at his mother for support, but she only told him that it was all right, that this was his daddy.
Flicking his tail to one side, Kurt slowly walked up to the man and instead of making him pick him up, he climbed onto his lap, looking at him with a serious expression on his face of worry.
His eyes had started to sting when his little girl raised up her hands to be picked up by daddy. When both children were sitting with him on the bed, he burst into tears, his whole body trembling badly.
"[i]God is good.[/i]" he said, reverting to Romani in his sickness. "[i]He has let me see my children before I die! Praise God![/i]"
They stayed in the med lab for the rest of the day until it was the children's bedtime. Kurt gently helped him off of his bed and he watched them as they left the room, Johanna looking over her shoulder at him and smiling faintly.
"[i]They are beautiful.[/i]" he whispered, forgetting that StarPryde didn't know a lot of the Romani language. "[i]They will grow up strong and beautiful. God is good to us.[/i]" StarPryde let him continue talking, stroking his head gently, as he rested his head on the pillow and drifted off to sleep.
Leaning forward, StarPryde kissed on the brow, the cheek, and finally his lips, brushing a strand of hair away from his face.
He died during the night peacefully in his sleep.
"What am I to do with you, Kurt?" she asked, heading up to the Lighthouse. "You need to take your nap."
"Don' wanna." Kurt said, yawning through his words.
"Your sister Johanna is." StarPryde pointed out. "Don't you want to..."
That was when the machine crash-landed about a few feet in front of her, nearly knocking her over and scaring Kurt.
Meggan opened the door slowly, holding Kurt in her arms still. The trip had knocked him unconscious, and she was worried that he was seriously hurt. When she saw Kitty, she smiled faintly, stepping out of the machine.
"We need to help Kurt right away!" she said. "Please!" ***
Moira was tending to Kurt in the med lab while Meggan told everyone what had happened after Kurt sent Kitty to this world. She kept her distance away from Captain Britain however, fearing that she would end up snapping and attacking him just because he was the doppelganger to Hauptmann Englande.
"I should have jumped out when I had the chance." StarPryde whispered softly. Meggan shook her head, resting a hand on hers.
"It wouldn't have done us any good." She explained. "Kurt would have died if you had been captured by Hauptmann Englande and his men. The only thing that kept him alive was you." She looked over at the two sleeping children, and she smiled faintly.
"And besides, these two wouldn't be here if you hadn't of gotten away now would they?" she asked. StarPryde shrugged faintly, biting her lower lip as she thought about.
"But do you think that the Reich of your world will try to get to this world again?" Nightcrawler asked. "And if so, do you have a guess as to how long it will take?"
"There's no way of telling when it comes to years and time in different worlds." Meggan said. "As for trying again, I'm sure they will. They've lost two machines now and the Fuhrer will not tolerate that now will he? Don't worry though, we can help you fight them when the time comes."
Moira came in later, her face filled with frustration as she sat down and put her head in her hands. She looked up when StarPryde touched her shoulder lightly and she sighed, shaking her head.
"'is 'ands cannae be 'ealed wi' oot breakin' 'em agin." She explained sadly. "An' Ah dinnae thin' 'is body weel be able to take tha' kind o' abuse anymore either."
"But will he live?" StarPryde asked. Moira was quiet, thinking it over slowly on how best to tell her.
"'is body took a lot o' abuse o'er the course o' three years." She explained slowly. "Et was a miracle tha' 'e made et 'ere in fac'! Ah dinnae thin' 'e 'as too much time lef', lass. Ah'm sorry."
"But can I see him?" StarPryde asked slowly. Moira nodded, and she was off, phasing through the floor right into the med lab. She found Kurt laying in the softest bed, pillows propped under his head so that it was raised up to let him see everything. IV's were in his arms, giving him the vitamins and nutrients he needed too late. His eyes were closed in light slumber.
Walking up to his bedside, StarPryde looked at his frail body and she covered her mouth with one hand as tears welled up in her eyes. She touched his forehead with the tips of her fingers and he opened his eyes slowly, looking at her for a moment before he recognized her.
"Kit..." he whispered, slowly trying to sit up. She tried to stop him, pressing down on his chest lightly and telling him to rest, but Kurt was always a stubborn man and she was finally forced to just help him up. Adjusting himself slowly, Kurt looked up at Kitty and he wrapped his thin arms around her, giving her a hug that felt more like feathers were being thrown at her.
"Kurt, you need to save your strength." StarPryde said.
"Moira told me about... the children." Kurt said, looking up at her. "Kurt and Johanna? I... I want to see them..." StarPryde couldn't deny Kurt anything, and she was soon back with both of her children after telling them who the man was and that they needed to be very careful because he was very weak.
Johanna went up to him first, looking up at him with her golden eyes in wonder. He smiled at her faintly, and she slowly smiled back, slowly holding up her arms for him to pick her up.
"Johanna..." StarPryde started. His arms trembling with the effort, Kurt slowly leaned forward and he picked his daughter up, placing her carefully on his left knee as he ignored the roaring protests his hands were making the whole time. Smiling, he looked over her shoulder at his son, his tail swaying faintly.
Kurt was hiding behind his mother, unsure of what to make out of this weird person his mommy said was his daddy. He looked like Nightcrawler, only he was really sick and weak looking. He looked up at his mother for support, but she only told him that it was all right, that this was his daddy.
Flicking his tail to one side, Kurt slowly walked up to the man and instead of making him pick him up, he climbed onto his lap, looking at him with a serious expression on his face of worry.
His eyes had started to sting when his little girl raised up her hands to be picked up by daddy. When both children were sitting with him on the bed, he burst into tears, his whole body trembling badly.
"[i]God is good.[/i]" he said, reverting to Romani in his sickness. "[i]He has let me see my children before I die! Praise God![/i]"
They stayed in the med lab for the rest of the day until it was the children's bedtime. Kurt gently helped him off of his bed and he watched them as they left the room, Johanna looking over her shoulder at him and smiling faintly.
"[i]They are beautiful.[/i]" he whispered, forgetting that StarPryde didn't know a lot of the Romani language. "[i]They will grow up strong and beautiful. God is good to us.[/i]" StarPryde let him continue talking, stroking his head gently, as he rested his head on the pillow and drifted off to sleep.
Leaning forward, StarPryde kissed on the brow, the cheek, and finally his lips, brushing a strand of hair away from his face.
He died during the night peacefully in his sleep.