Author's Note: *whatever * = German
When Kurt woke up, his head felt like someone had taken to it with a brick. Groaning softly, he rested a hand on his forehead and he sat up very slowly, trying to slow down the headache that was starting to come up.
With his eyes still closed, Kurt realized something else that made him groan again; he was wearing an iron collar.
"Of all the shi..." When he opened his eyes, he shut his mouth and winced.
Great, he was in jail. Of all the things he could possibly do in a world where people wore swastika armbands, he pissed off a muscular female Nazi and landed in jail!
"Verdammt!" he hissed, looking around with his eyes narrowed. He was in a stone cell, with no windows except for the bars that made up his door. Slowly, he got to his feet and he walked up to the door, trying to see if anyone was near to hear him.
"Excuse me? Um, can I get someone over here?" he shouted. Sighing, he reverted to German. *Excuse me? Can someone please tell me why I'm in here, please? *
He didn't even know someone was on the other side of the bars until a metal tipped club slammed on the bars, making him jump back.
*Don't you dare use the Higher Race's language! Keep quiet or Moira will deal with you personally! * The guard snarled. Kurt cocked an eyebrow, his tail curling around one leg lightly.
*Moira? She's a Nazi too? *
*Moira MacTaggert is the Reichminister of this district! *
*Oh wonderful... * Kurt sighed, sitting down and putting his head in his hands. ***
"Callisto, speak slowly and calmly. Do not stand there blustering like a fool. It is not becoming of an elite bodyguard to the Reich!" Moira said, narrowing her eyes slightly. Steepling her fingers on her desk, she leaned forward and looked at Callisto intently.
"I was patrolling one of the deserted sectors of the city," Callisto started, calming down a bit. "I stopped when I heard a sound that reminded me of Nightcrawler's teleports..."
"A Bamf noise?" Moira asked, cocking an eyebrow faintly.
"Yes," Callisto nodded. I found a boy who looked like Nightcrawler, but had some human features about him as well. I asked his name and he said he was Kurt Wagner and..." Moira held up a hand, cutting Callisto off.
"Are you sure he said his name was Kurt Wagner?" she asked.
"Yes." Looking away, Moira narrowed her eyes, thinking this all through.
"It has been many years since those three left this world, Callisto. Do you think that in that time, Nightcrawler could have had children?" she asked.
"It is possible." Callisto shrugged.
"Of course it is!" Moira said, standing up swiftly. "And I have a feeling that the mother is the mongrel Shadowcat! Bring the boy to my office!" Saluting, Callisto turned and headed for the door.
"Wait."
"Yes, Reichminister?" Callisto asked, turning around.
"Before you get him, tell one of the servants to bring in the best bottle of wine we have; along with two glasses." Moira said. Nodding, Callisto left the room.
Smiling slowly, Moira sat back down in her chair, crossing her legs slowly as she thought quietly to herself.
The son of two of the traitors from the former Lightning Squad coming into their world unexpectedly and without invitation, that had to be a violation of the treaty they had made with W.H.O. One that will require them sending in troops to Earth 616.
Pity.
For them at least.
When Kurt woke up, his head felt like someone had taken to it with a brick. Groaning softly, he rested a hand on his forehead and he sat up very slowly, trying to slow down the headache that was starting to come up.
With his eyes still closed, Kurt realized something else that made him groan again; he was wearing an iron collar.
"Of all the shi..." When he opened his eyes, he shut his mouth and winced.
Great, he was in jail. Of all the things he could possibly do in a world where people wore swastika armbands, he pissed off a muscular female Nazi and landed in jail!
"Verdammt!" he hissed, looking around with his eyes narrowed. He was in a stone cell, with no windows except for the bars that made up his door. Slowly, he got to his feet and he walked up to the door, trying to see if anyone was near to hear him.
"Excuse me? Um, can I get someone over here?" he shouted. Sighing, he reverted to German. *Excuse me? Can someone please tell me why I'm in here, please? *
He didn't even know someone was on the other side of the bars until a metal tipped club slammed on the bars, making him jump back.
*Don't you dare use the Higher Race's language! Keep quiet or Moira will deal with you personally! * The guard snarled. Kurt cocked an eyebrow, his tail curling around one leg lightly.
*Moira? She's a Nazi too? *
*Moira MacTaggert is the Reichminister of this district! *
*Oh wonderful... * Kurt sighed, sitting down and putting his head in his hands. ***
"Callisto, speak slowly and calmly. Do not stand there blustering like a fool. It is not becoming of an elite bodyguard to the Reich!" Moira said, narrowing her eyes slightly. Steepling her fingers on her desk, she leaned forward and looked at Callisto intently.
"I was patrolling one of the deserted sectors of the city," Callisto started, calming down a bit. "I stopped when I heard a sound that reminded me of Nightcrawler's teleports..."
"A Bamf noise?" Moira asked, cocking an eyebrow faintly.
"Yes," Callisto nodded. I found a boy who looked like Nightcrawler, but had some human features about him as well. I asked his name and he said he was Kurt Wagner and..." Moira held up a hand, cutting Callisto off.
"Are you sure he said his name was Kurt Wagner?" she asked.
"Yes." Looking away, Moira narrowed her eyes, thinking this all through.
"It has been many years since those three left this world, Callisto. Do you think that in that time, Nightcrawler could have had children?" she asked.
"It is possible." Callisto shrugged.
"Of course it is!" Moira said, standing up swiftly. "And I have a feeling that the mother is the mongrel Shadowcat! Bring the boy to my office!" Saluting, Callisto turned and headed for the door.
"Wait."
"Yes, Reichminister?" Callisto asked, turning around.
"Before you get him, tell one of the servants to bring in the best bottle of wine we have; along with two glasses." Moira said. Nodding, Callisto left the room.
Smiling slowly, Moira sat back down in her chair, crossing her legs slowly as she thought quietly to herself.
The son of two of the traitors from the former Lightning Squad coming into their world unexpectedly and without invitation, that had to be a violation of the treaty they had made with W.H.O. One that will require them sending in troops to Earth 616.
Pity.
For them at least.