Five months passed since SkyElf was diagnosed with lung cancer and
Johanna went to try and bring Kurt back again. Over the course of those
months, SkyElf tried chemotherapy, but all it really did was make his hair
and fur fall out. When he started to lose his fur, he would shrug and laugh
helplessly, holding out his bare arms to StarPryde.
"My skin is the same shade of blue as Herr Worthington's!" he said.
Pete Wisdom quit smoking after SkyElf's diagnosis, letting Lockheed destroy all of his packs and singles in his room. He tried to get SkyElf to quit smoking too, but the man just shook his head, a newly lit cigarette in the corner of his mouth.
"What would be the point?" he had asked, cocking an eyebrow slightly. "I'm all ready dying from it. Quitting now won't save me now will it, Pete?" ***
Kurt was in his own private hell back in the States. He stayed in his apartment when he was teaching lessons, and he had emptied a lot of bottles of wine those five months.
At the moment he was lying on his couch, an arm over his eyes as he talked to himself; a practice that had become more frequent since Johanna left him after telling him about his father's illness.
"I can't go back." He whispered softly, his tail thumping the floor lightly. "They don't want me back there anyway? And why should they want me back?" Sitting up, Kurt rested his head on his drawn up knees.
"I left them for years without any messages now didn't I? If my kid did that to me, I wouldn't want them calling me back anytime soon either! How hell!" Getting off of the couch, Kurt went to the kitchen to get another bottle of wine.
"Why am I just in here talking about this?" he wondered. "I should be on a plane going back to see my father! My father...he should have told us that before we found those comics! What did he expect me to think anyway? I'm not a goddamn telepath like Jean or an empath like Fay and Meggan!
"I wonder how he's doing? Mother always told him to quit smoking! Why the hell didn't he listen to her?" When his search for wine was unsuccessful, he took out a can of grape soda instead and opened it with his tail as his mind continued to work everything out.
"I'm not going back to the lighthouse." He said finally. "They don't want me there, and I don't want to be there either. Not after so long without a message or anything! There's no way they'll take me back! None!"
Kurt was sitting at his kitchen table when a memory suddenly came to him. It was a time when their mother was teaching him and Johanna in religion class. She was telling them stories with important lessons, and she had just finished the one about the son who squandered all of his father's money and stayed away in shame before he went back and was met with great rejoicing from his father. ***
"And do you know what the moral of the story is?" StarPryde had asked, smiling at her two little ones.
"That spending money is ok?" Kurt had tried. StarPryde laughed, shaking her head as she wiped her eye slowly.
"No, that's not the lesson, honey." She said. "What about you, Johanna?"
"I don't know." Johanna said, shrugging helplessly.
"The moral of the story is that no matter what; parents will always take back their children." StarPryde said. "Because we love them too much." She added with a smile.
"Even if we do something really bad?" Kurt asked.
"Yes."
"Like runaway?"
"Yes, Kurt."
"Or throw rocks at a cat?"
"Why would you do that?" Kurt shrugged.
"I was just asking..." he said. Smiling, StarPryde hugged both of her children tightly, kissing them each on the brow.
"Your father and I will love you no matter what you do." She said. "No matter what bad thing has happened, you can always believe that we will take you back." ***
No matter what bad thing has happened, you can always believe that we will take you back...
Kurt hoped she still remembered that promise she had made that day. ***
Kurt sent letters to all of the parents of his students, telling them that he was shutting down his school for good, and he gave them some advertisements so other good fencing schools.
He backed his bags slowly, taking everything that he wanted to take with him. He had ordered a one-way flight ticket back to England, and his flight would be leaving in fours hours.
He wanted to be ready beforehand anyway; his excitement was just too much for him.
When everything was ready, he finally sat down and he rested a bit, leaning back and closing his eyes with a smile.
Kurt was going home.
"My skin is the same shade of blue as Herr Worthington's!" he said.
Pete Wisdom quit smoking after SkyElf's diagnosis, letting Lockheed destroy all of his packs and singles in his room. He tried to get SkyElf to quit smoking too, but the man just shook his head, a newly lit cigarette in the corner of his mouth.
"What would be the point?" he had asked, cocking an eyebrow slightly. "I'm all ready dying from it. Quitting now won't save me now will it, Pete?" ***
Kurt was in his own private hell back in the States. He stayed in his apartment when he was teaching lessons, and he had emptied a lot of bottles of wine those five months.
At the moment he was lying on his couch, an arm over his eyes as he talked to himself; a practice that had become more frequent since Johanna left him after telling him about his father's illness.
"I can't go back." He whispered softly, his tail thumping the floor lightly. "They don't want me back there anyway? And why should they want me back?" Sitting up, Kurt rested his head on his drawn up knees.
"I left them for years without any messages now didn't I? If my kid did that to me, I wouldn't want them calling me back anytime soon either! How hell!" Getting off of the couch, Kurt went to the kitchen to get another bottle of wine.
"Why am I just in here talking about this?" he wondered. "I should be on a plane going back to see my father! My father...he should have told us that before we found those comics! What did he expect me to think anyway? I'm not a goddamn telepath like Jean or an empath like Fay and Meggan!
"I wonder how he's doing? Mother always told him to quit smoking! Why the hell didn't he listen to her?" When his search for wine was unsuccessful, he took out a can of grape soda instead and opened it with his tail as his mind continued to work everything out.
"I'm not going back to the lighthouse." He said finally. "They don't want me there, and I don't want to be there either. Not after so long without a message or anything! There's no way they'll take me back! None!"
Kurt was sitting at his kitchen table when a memory suddenly came to him. It was a time when their mother was teaching him and Johanna in religion class. She was telling them stories with important lessons, and she had just finished the one about the son who squandered all of his father's money and stayed away in shame before he went back and was met with great rejoicing from his father. ***
"And do you know what the moral of the story is?" StarPryde had asked, smiling at her two little ones.
"That spending money is ok?" Kurt had tried. StarPryde laughed, shaking her head as she wiped her eye slowly.
"No, that's not the lesson, honey." She said. "What about you, Johanna?"
"I don't know." Johanna said, shrugging helplessly.
"The moral of the story is that no matter what; parents will always take back their children." StarPryde said. "Because we love them too much." She added with a smile.
"Even if we do something really bad?" Kurt asked.
"Yes."
"Like runaway?"
"Yes, Kurt."
"Or throw rocks at a cat?"
"Why would you do that?" Kurt shrugged.
"I was just asking..." he said. Smiling, StarPryde hugged both of her children tightly, kissing them each on the brow.
"Your father and I will love you no matter what you do." She said. "No matter what bad thing has happened, you can always believe that we will take you back." ***
No matter what bad thing has happened, you can always believe that we will take you back...
Kurt hoped she still remembered that promise she had made that day. ***
Kurt sent letters to all of the parents of his students, telling them that he was shutting down his school for good, and he gave them some advertisements so other good fencing schools.
He backed his bags slowly, taking everything that he wanted to take with him. He had ordered a one-way flight ticket back to England, and his flight would be leaving in fours hours.
He wanted to be ready beforehand anyway; his excitement was just too much for him.
When everything was ready, he finally sat down and he rested a bit, leaning back and closing his eyes with a smile.
Kurt was going home.