"Mommy?"
StarPryde looked up from her book, smiling at her baby boy. Setting the book down, she sat up and tapped her lap lightly, helping Kurt to climb up.
"What is it, honey?" she asked.
"Is Nightcrawler my daddy?" Nightcrawler had been passing through the den, sipping from a can of soda when he heard Kurt's question. He spit out his mouthful of soda in surprise, looking at him with raised eyebrows.
"Where did you get that idea from?" StarPryde asked, looking at her son kindly. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Nightcrawler walked up and sat down, trying not to look too surprised at the sudden question.
Kurt looked from Nightcrawler to his mother before he then looked down at his hands.
"Because I look like him, and Johanna looks like a mix of him and you." He said slowly. Looking up, he couldn't help the sparkle that came into his eyes. "Are you my daddy, Nightcrawler?" Kurt didn't understand the look Nightcrawler and his mother shared back then, but when he grew older, he could almost guess that it was a kind of sadness about something.
"Nein," Nightcrawler said, shaking his head. "I am not your father, Kurt."
"But why do we have the same name?" Kurt asked. "And why..." Nightcrawler held up a hand, stopping the barrage of questions.
"When you are eighteen, we will tell you everything you need to know." He said.
"But why can't me and Johanna know now?" Kurt demanded.
"Because there are some things that you will not be able to understand until you turn eighteen, after you have learned about history in school." His mother said gently, running her fingers through his hair.
"But why don't we get to know who our daddy is before then?" Kurt asked, looking up at her.
"Honey, your daddy was a very brave man." His mother said. "But you might not understand some of the things he did until you learn history in school and turn eighteen. Please, let the subject go?" she asked. Kurt sighed, sliding off of his mother's lap as he realized that they weren't going to answer his question.
"All right..." ***
Kurt's dream that night was almost like an attempt to answer his question on who his father was.
He saw a man who looked just like Nightcrawler, but his hair was long and in a silken ribbon with a piece of his hair over one of his eyes. He was sitting in a chair with Nightcrawler, laughing and talking with him about something.
Then, the picture changed, and the man who looked like Nightcrawler was sobbing over the body of the woman he recognized as Aunt Jimaine who sometimes came over to be with Nightcrawler.
There were men standing around him, shouting at him in German, and they had guns out aimed at him. When Kurt finally realized that the woman was dead, the image turned black and he opened his eyes to find Fay looking down at him with deep worry.
"What's the matter, Kurt?" she asked. "Was it a nightmare?" Kurt nodded faintly, tears falling down his cheeks. "What did you see?" she asked, stroking his head gently.
"I saw a man crying over a dead woman. Men were yelling at him in German. They had these weird red armbands with a funny looking symbol on it." Kurt explained weakly. Fay raised her eyebrows slightly, looking at Kurt silently for a few moments.
"Are you certain about this?" she asked. When Kurt nodded, she gently hugged him, using her powers to try and soothe his mind. "It's all right now, Kurt. Try to go back to sleep all right?"
Nodding faintly, Kurt laid back down and closed his eyes. ***
The man in his dreams continued to return, sometimes it was Kurt who was the man, and sometimes Kurt was simply watching the man.
Either way, Kurt thought his dreams were trying to tell him something important.
StarPryde looked up from her book, smiling at her baby boy. Setting the book down, she sat up and tapped her lap lightly, helping Kurt to climb up.
"What is it, honey?" she asked.
"Is Nightcrawler my daddy?" Nightcrawler had been passing through the den, sipping from a can of soda when he heard Kurt's question. He spit out his mouthful of soda in surprise, looking at him with raised eyebrows.
"Where did you get that idea from?" StarPryde asked, looking at her son kindly. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Nightcrawler walked up and sat down, trying not to look too surprised at the sudden question.
Kurt looked from Nightcrawler to his mother before he then looked down at his hands.
"Because I look like him, and Johanna looks like a mix of him and you." He said slowly. Looking up, he couldn't help the sparkle that came into his eyes. "Are you my daddy, Nightcrawler?" Kurt didn't understand the look Nightcrawler and his mother shared back then, but when he grew older, he could almost guess that it was a kind of sadness about something.
"Nein," Nightcrawler said, shaking his head. "I am not your father, Kurt."
"But why do we have the same name?" Kurt asked. "And why..." Nightcrawler held up a hand, stopping the barrage of questions.
"When you are eighteen, we will tell you everything you need to know." He said.
"But why can't me and Johanna know now?" Kurt demanded.
"Because there are some things that you will not be able to understand until you turn eighteen, after you have learned about history in school." His mother said gently, running her fingers through his hair.
"But why don't we get to know who our daddy is before then?" Kurt asked, looking up at her.
"Honey, your daddy was a very brave man." His mother said. "But you might not understand some of the things he did until you learn history in school and turn eighteen. Please, let the subject go?" she asked. Kurt sighed, sliding off of his mother's lap as he realized that they weren't going to answer his question.
"All right..." ***
Kurt's dream that night was almost like an attempt to answer his question on who his father was.
He saw a man who looked just like Nightcrawler, but his hair was long and in a silken ribbon with a piece of his hair over one of his eyes. He was sitting in a chair with Nightcrawler, laughing and talking with him about something.
Then, the picture changed, and the man who looked like Nightcrawler was sobbing over the body of the woman he recognized as Aunt Jimaine who sometimes came over to be with Nightcrawler.
There were men standing around him, shouting at him in German, and they had guns out aimed at him. When Kurt finally realized that the woman was dead, the image turned black and he opened his eyes to find Fay looking down at him with deep worry.
"What's the matter, Kurt?" she asked. "Was it a nightmare?" Kurt nodded faintly, tears falling down his cheeks. "What did you see?" she asked, stroking his head gently.
"I saw a man crying over a dead woman. Men were yelling at him in German. They had these weird red armbands with a funny looking symbol on it." Kurt explained weakly. Fay raised her eyebrows slightly, looking at Kurt silently for a few moments.
"Are you certain about this?" she asked. When Kurt nodded, she gently hugged him, using her powers to try and soothe his mind. "It's all right now, Kurt. Try to go back to sleep all right?"
Nodding faintly, Kurt laid back down and closed his eyes. ***
The man in his dreams continued to return, sometimes it was Kurt who was the man, and sometimes Kurt was simply watching the man.
Either way, Kurt thought his dreams were trying to tell him something important.