Authors Note:::: Sorry it's taken me so long to update, but I was REALLY
having problems with this chapter. No matter what I did, I simply was not
happy with it, and I've finally decided to stop fiddling with it and just
post the darn thing. There were a few things that I felt were too short,
and a few things that felt like cheating, but they had to happen this way
for the story to progress, so... anyhow I'm sure you'll all be able to figure
out what I mean.
Oh, and a word to the wise, if you object to content of an.. ah.. adult nature... you may want to skip a few paragraphs. I tried to keep it as PG 13 as possible, but you never know what some people consider to be appropriate...
And as always... I don't own Kurt, Or Logan, or pretty much any of the x-men. I'll lay claim to Clan Flannigan though :D
-Gialia
I tore my eyes away from Kurt, long enough to see Gambit retrieving my mother. He scooped her up into his arms like she weighed nothing, and made a bee-line for the door. Rogue flew over to help Logan out from the stinging swarm of insects that had engulfed him. Storm too was trying to help. I felt a stiff breeze whip up from nowhere, and the swarm flew off of Logan a few feet away. They lingered for a moment, before they each began to disappear in a small poof of flame.
I turned my attention back to Gambit, scrambling to my feet and trying to get the door open. I had just gotten my footing under me when I felt something solid hit me square in the back, and I went sliding through the doorway across the floor. My chest was tight, my skin burned from the friction against the floor. I couldn't breath, and stunned, lay gasping for air on the floor.
"Raoul!" I heard the larger man bellow, and looked up to see that Kurt had backed him into a corner. He was bleeding from a few cuts, and as I watched, Kurt rolled in under a high swing, and with one slim sword slashed a neat cut across the man's stomach before having to slide out of the way of a kick.
"Here, Taylor." The slim man called from behind me. I rolled on my back, still breathless, to see the smaller man. Raoul..I named him. He'd gotten a gun from somewhere, and it was pointed directly at me. I watched as his hand swung to Kurt, and he pulled the trigger.
The sound of the gunshot ricocheted off the walls, amplifying the sound to near deafening proportions. I screamed, and rolled onto my hands in knees just in time to see Kurt crumple bonelessly to the floor. Logan gave a wordless yell of rage, and launched himself at Raoul. I watched the little man fire into Logan four times before he took Raoul down.
Raoul pulled the goo trick again, his form going liquid, encasing Logan completely. "Get my mother out of here!" I yelled at Gambit, who had not yet managed to exit the building. He gave a sharp nod and yelled for Rogue. The brunette picked them both up easily, and flew out of a large broken window near the ceiling.
I scrambled across the floor to Kurt, who was now at the mercy of Taylor. The man had rolled him over, and was prodding at him with his toes. Kurt lay motionless, I couldn't even see the rise and fall of his chest. His tail, which had seemed ever in motion, was still.
A growl trickled from my lips, and the change overtook me. It was much faster this time, the pain fleeting, but intense. I had just opened my mouth to scream when it was gone, like a memory. I much preferred that to the bone cracking of yesterday. I bristled, and the growl became a full fledge howl as I lifted my muzzle and called out my fury.
That got his attention. I charged at him, leaping over Kurt's prone body. But he caught me easily, and tossed me, impossibly far. I landed with a yelp thirty feet away from where I started. I managed not to break anything this time, and rose, giving myself a firm shake.
I saw a bright flash of light, then a piercing whine. Everyone seemed to be moving under a shroud of silence. I turned, and saw that Raoul had come to a pooled halt under Logan's feet. In the blink of an eye, his mass solidified again, and he lay prone at Logan's feet.
My head swiveled back to Taylor. That one was stalking towards Storm with murder in his eyes. He never made it that far. The woman summoned another lightening bolt, equally as deafening as the first, blinding me momentarily. When the light cleared, he too was laying on the floor, unmoving.
I concentrated, and became human once more, cloaking myself in illusion so that no one would see my near nudity. I ran to Kurt, searching him for where the bullet hit. There was a frighteningly large pool of blood spreading beneath him, and I feared the absolute worst.
The bullet hole was two inches below his ribcage, and about one and half to two inches from his left side. It had passed straight through him, and was pouring blood. I spied a few scraps of clothing nearby, and grabbed them, pressing them against his wounds, trying to stem the flow of blood. Kurt hissed, and his hand went to mine, eyes fluttering open. "Vas?" he sounded unfocused.
"You've been shot." I said, and was surprised at how calm my voice sounded. "You've lost a lot of blood. Try not to move around so much." I said. I felt a shadow pass over me, and saw Rogue had come back. "Can you take him to the blackbird? We need to get him home, fast."
"Does a duck quack? Step aside sugar, I'll take care of him." I fretted as she scooped him up easily and flew out the window with him.
I ran back to the plane. One thing I will never, ever recommend, and that's running naked. It's not comfortable, to say the very least.
My mother was strapped to a gurney, unconscious, an IV dripping clear fluid into her arm. Her face was a swollen mass of bruises, and I swore that if I'd been a lesser woman, I'd have killed the bastards for doing this to her. Instead, I took a very large, deep breath, and asked Rogue where I could find some clothes.
To my surprise, she produced a gray sweat suit from a cabinet, and I slipped into it. Only then did I allow myself to check on Kurt.
Rogue had strapped him into a gurney as well, and he had another IV, with clear fluid dripping into his arm. He had lost consciousness again. There was a neat square bandage covering his wound, and already there was a red spot blooming on the gauze. I hoped he wouldn't bleed himself out before we got back to the mansion.
The others boarded the plane, Gambit carrying Taylor over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. They dumped him into a far corner of the blackbird, and Logan dropped Raoul on top of him. I hoped they'd both stay out of it until we got to the mansion. I shouldn't have worried about it. Storm retrieved two syringes from another cabinet, and injected first Raoul and then Taylor. At my quizzical look, she explained "It's a sedative. Normally we use it for the wounded, but in this case, it works to keep them subdued."
The ride back to the mansion was hellish. Between Kurt and mom I felt I was going to worry myself into eeny weeny pieces. I hovered between the two of them like a bee in a rose garden, and couldn't decide which flower smelled the best. I couldn't wait to get off the plane and get them both healed.
Ryan met us in the hanger, and laid hands upon my Mother before we'd even gotten her out of the gurney. In short order, her bruises faded, and her breathing eased. The expression on her face was still one of twisted pain, and I had no doubt that it was nightmares causing her grief now.
Kurt took even less time than my mother. Ryan patched him up and declare that neither of them were to be disturbed for at least twenty four hours. It was a rule I was happy to obey.
Theresa and the twins near fell over themselves trying to get to mom first. All of them were crying, holding her hand, whispering to her as we took her up to the guest suite in the mansion we thought she'd been occupying before. Gently she was tucked into bed, and my siblings crawled in with her, spooning against her, still whispering softly. I saw the odd looks that they were getting, and shook my head.
Physical contact, at least in my family, had always been a big part of the healing process. The closer we were, the better we felt, and when we were kids it wasn't unusual for my parents king size bed to hold more children than grownups. I began to crawl onto the foot of the bed, to add my own presence to the mix.
"No," Theresa said, "no, you go with Kurt."
I shook my head. I wanted to go with Kurt, but I needed to be with mom. "Seriously, Morgan just go. Mom will be fine here with us. She's safe, that's all that matters."
I sighed, and nodded. "I suppose your right." I said. On the way to Kurt's room, I found a phone and called dad. He was so relieved he started crying over the phone. I gave him the address for the mansion, and I knew that there'd be a Flannigan invasion before the night was over.
I wasn't the least bit tired when I made it to Kurt's room. Once more, I found myself holding vigil over his bed. If he kept getting hurt like this, I promised myself I'd kill him the next time he did it. It wasn't fair, making me go through this repeatedly. I suspected it was all a part of his job, which of course made it even harder for me to think about it rationally.
Still, he looked so peaceful, sleeping there. So handsome, so simply Kurt, that the sight of it tugged at my heart gently. I slipped into the bed with him, wrapping my arms around him and drawing him close to me. I knew, that no matter what the future held for the both of us, it was moments like these, when I could simply hold him, that made the difference. I kissed the top of his head, smoothed his hair, and between the heat of his body, and the tension slowly leaking from me, I fell asleep.
I was awakened by his arms sliding around me, and the feel of his lips brushing against my neck. His tail had wrapped itself high around my thigh, I could feel the spaded tip gently grazing against my inner thigh. It was an extremely pleasant way to wake up, and I sighed from it. "Kurt.."
"Shh, liebe," he said, his voice a throaty whisper. "Do not speak." His mouth traveled up my neck, across the length of my jaw. Softly, his lips caressed mine, arms tightening around me. I returned the gentle kiss, tangling my fingers in the soft curls of his hair, holding his face to mine. I brushed his lips gently with my tongue, and he parted them for me. We kissed deeply, urgently, as if it were necessary to stay alive. It was wet, hot, passionate, and set a fire burning inside of me.
I rolled him over, his tail snaking from off my leg as I straddled his hips easily. His arms were still around my waist, and we still kissed. I felt his hand shift from my waist, to my shoulders, running down along my arms to my hands before going back to my waist. Slowly, the slipped underneath the fabric and brushed along the skin of my stomach, and my back.
I continued to kiss him, sighing from his touch. I let him take the hem of my shirt into his hands, and slide it slowly up, the motion bringing a slight noise from me. I let him slide the garment off of me, peel it off my arms, until I was as bare from the waist up as he.
I pressed my body against his, reveling in the feeling of his fur as it rubbed against the more sensitive parts of my flesh. His tail danced down the length of my spine, making me arch my back, heaving my breasts off of his chest. With a growl, he wrapped an arm around my waist and rolled us over.
Then, all I became aware of was the sensation of lips, and teeth, hands, and tail. Deftly, he drew moans and breathless cries from me, teasing my flesh, coaxing the reactions, treasuring them, exploring each curve of my body. He delighted when he found a particularly sensitive spot, white teeth flashing in the darkness of his face. The sight of his skin against mine was terribly erotic, and I received as much pleasure from watching him manipulate me, as I did from the actual manipulation.
I didn't protest when he slid the sweatpants off of me and tossed them to the side. He teased me more, exploring the new expanse of flesh now visible to him. I was not surprised when he brought me using first his hands, then mouth, then surprisingly, tail. I was shuddering, each limb shaking from the pleasure, my heart pounding in my chest.
When he finally, achingly joined his body with mine, I lost myself completely. I became a wanton thing, hands roaming his body, breath coming in short gasps. I took him into me, and it felt as if our bodies were melting, becoming one glorious whole, spiraling higher and higher until we exploded into a glory of heat, a spray of blazing stars burning themselves into infinity.
We lay together, tangled in each others arms as our bodies buzzed and settled, still glowing from the effects of our lovemaking. He was shaking gently, and I was sure I was too. I loved him, he loved me, and there was nothing in the world more right than that. It was bliss, rapture, and I wanted it to last forever.
"I love you," Kurt whispered into my hair hesitantly.
"I love you too." I answered him without hesitation, cuddling closer to him, enjoying the brush of fur against skin. It had definitely added something to the experience, and I cherished the way it felt.
"Erstaunlich." He said, and I chuckled. I was definitely going to have to learn German.
A knocked sounded at the door, and we sighed in unison. "I should see who that is." Kurt said reluctantly.
"Tell them to go away." I said softly. This was too nice a moment to let go.
"Morgan? Are you in there?" My dad's voice sounded through the doorway, and I cursed. As quickly as I could I disentangled myself from Kurt and dove for the discarded sweats, pulling them on. Kurt fumbled for a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
"Just a second!" I yelled, tugging the shirt on over my head.
The doorknob turned, and it cracked open. "Honey?"
I dashed to the door and threw it open, shoving dad out into the hallway and joining him there. He looked confused for a minute, and then realization dawned on him. "Don't bother hiding it." He said, an edge to his voice. "I can smell it."
"Damn you and your bloodhound nose." I said. Then, I asked "how's mom?"
"Fine. She's awake."
"How long have you been here?" I heard a loud thump, and Kurt cursing in German. I bit back a laugh, wondering what he'd tripped over.
"An hour or so." He said. "I've been wandering for about fifteen minutes, trying to find you." The door swung open, and Kurt joined us in the hallway. "She's asking for you. Though, maybe you should think about taking a shower first." His nose wrinkled. "Both of you."
"Right, okay." I said. "give me fifteen minutes."
"you got it sweetie. That gives me plenty of time to have a conversation with Kurt here." I didn't like the sound of that, but I couldn't very well argue either. I nodded, and left a very nervous Kurt in my fathers hands.
I showered and changed as quickly as I could. When I came out into the hall, Kurt and my father were still there, and fell suddenly silent at my appearance. "Hello boys." I said. I kissed my father on the cheek, and then kissed Kurt as well. "Go, shower. I'm going to check on my mom."
"Ja. I will be down in a bit." Kurt said. He squeezed my hand, gave my father a look I couldn't interpret, and went into the bedroom.
My father and I walked in silence for a moment before I said "So what did you tell him?"
"I told him if he hurt my little girl, I'd hurt him." He said. "Then, I thanked him for saving you, and my wife, and that if there was ever anything he needed, I'd help him."
"Hmm." I said. We didn't speak until we reached my mother's room. I opened the door, and was not surprised to see the whole of my family had practically moved in. Flannigans were everywhere, all of them laughing, happy, completely at ease.
My mom was actually alone in the bed, and her expression brightened considerably when she saw me. "Morgan!" She held her arms out to me, and joy suffused me.
My feet left the ground, and light shimmered in the room. I was glowing again, but I didn't care. I flew across the room, literally, and into my mother's arms. My siblings had fallen into shocked silence, but my mom, my mother, seemed completely unfazed. She simply enfolded me in her arms, and held me tight. "Oh Morgan, my Morrrigan, my child. Thank you!"
We cried together, weeping tears of joy, and I felt the bed shift as someone else joined us. In short order, we found ourselves smothered in a press of bodies as my siblings dog piled into the bed, each one hugging and laughing. It was overwhelming, and comforting, and familiar. I'd missed it so much, that I didn't even yell when I felt a heel dig into my calf.
We were a family again. No matter what happened, I knew nothing would ever change that.
Oh, and a word to the wise, if you object to content of an.. ah.. adult nature... you may want to skip a few paragraphs. I tried to keep it as PG 13 as possible, but you never know what some people consider to be appropriate...
And as always... I don't own Kurt, Or Logan, or pretty much any of the x-men. I'll lay claim to Clan Flannigan though :D
-Gialia
I tore my eyes away from Kurt, long enough to see Gambit retrieving my mother. He scooped her up into his arms like she weighed nothing, and made a bee-line for the door. Rogue flew over to help Logan out from the stinging swarm of insects that had engulfed him. Storm too was trying to help. I felt a stiff breeze whip up from nowhere, and the swarm flew off of Logan a few feet away. They lingered for a moment, before they each began to disappear in a small poof of flame.
I turned my attention back to Gambit, scrambling to my feet and trying to get the door open. I had just gotten my footing under me when I felt something solid hit me square in the back, and I went sliding through the doorway across the floor. My chest was tight, my skin burned from the friction against the floor. I couldn't breath, and stunned, lay gasping for air on the floor.
"Raoul!" I heard the larger man bellow, and looked up to see that Kurt had backed him into a corner. He was bleeding from a few cuts, and as I watched, Kurt rolled in under a high swing, and with one slim sword slashed a neat cut across the man's stomach before having to slide out of the way of a kick.
"Here, Taylor." The slim man called from behind me. I rolled on my back, still breathless, to see the smaller man. Raoul..I named him. He'd gotten a gun from somewhere, and it was pointed directly at me. I watched as his hand swung to Kurt, and he pulled the trigger.
The sound of the gunshot ricocheted off the walls, amplifying the sound to near deafening proportions. I screamed, and rolled onto my hands in knees just in time to see Kurt crumple bonelessly to the floor. Logan gave a wordless yell of rage, and launched himself at Raoul. I watched the little man fire into Logan four times before he took Raoul down.
Raoul pulled the goo trick again, his form going liquid, encasing Logan completely. "Get my mother out of here!" I yelled at Gambit, who had not yet managed to exit the building. He gave a sharp nod and yelled for Rogue. The brunette picked them both up easily, and flew out of a large broken window near the ceiling.
I scrambled across the floor to Kurt, who was now at the mercy of Taylor. The man had rolled him over, and was prodding at him with his toes. Kurt lay motionless, I couldn't even see the rise and fall of his chest. His tail, which had seemed ever in motion, was still.
A growl trickled from my lips, and the change overtook me. It was much faster this time, the pain fleeting, but intense. I had just opened my mouth to scream when it was gone, like a memory. I much preferred that to the bone cracking of yesterday. I bristled, and the growl became a full fledge howl as I lifted my muzzle and called out my fury.
That got his attention. I charged at him, leaping over Kurt's prone body. But he caught me easily, and tossed me, impossibly far. I landed with a yelp thirty feet away from where I started. I managed not to break anything this time, and rose, giving myself a firm shake.
I saw a bright flash of light, then a piercing whine. Everyone seemed to be moving under a shroud of silence. I turned, and saw that Raoul had come to a pooled halt under Logan's feet. In the blink of an eye, his mass solidified again, and he lay prone at Logan's feet.
My head swiveled back to Taylor. That one was stalking towards Storm with murder in his eyes. He never made it that far. The woman summoned another lightening bolt, equally as deafening as the first, blinding me momentarily. When the light cleared, he too was laying on the floor, unmoving.
I concentrated, and became human once more, cloaking myself in illusion so that no one would see my near nudity. I ran to Kurt, searching him for where the bullet hit. There was a frighteningly large pool of blood spreading beneath him, and I feared the absolute worst.
The bullet hole was two inches below his ribcage, and about one and half to two inches from his left side. It had passed straight through him, and was pouring blood. I spied a few scraps of clothing nearby, and grabbed them, pressing them against his wounds, trying to stem the flow of blood. Kurt hissed, and his hand went to mine, eyes fluttering open. "Vas?" he sounded unfocused.
"You've been shot." I said, and was surprised at how calm my voice sounded. "You've lost a lot of blood. Try not to move around so much." I said. I felt a shadow pass over me, and saw Rogue had come back. "Can you take him to the blackbird? We need to get him home, fast."
"Does a duck quack? Step aside sugar, I'll take care of him." I fretted as she scooped him up easily and flew out the window with him.
I ran back to the plane. One thing I will never, ever recommend, and that's running naked. It's not comfortable, to say the very least.
My mother was strapped to a gurney, unconscious, an IV dripping clear fluid into her arm. Her face was a swollen mass of bruises, and I swore that if I'd been a lesser woman, I'd have killed the bastards for doing this to her. Instead, I took a very large, deep breath, and asked Rogue where I could find some clothes.
To my surprise, she produced a gray sweat suit from a cabinet, and I slipped into it. Only then did I allow myself to check on Kurt.
Rogue had strapped him into a gurney as well, and he had another IV, with clear fluid dripping into his arm. He had lost consciousness again. There was a neat square bandage covering his wound, and already there was a red spot blooming on the gauze. I hoped he wouldn't bleed himself out before we got back to the mansion.
The others boarded the plane, Gambit carrying Taylor over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. They dumped him into a far corner of the blackbird, and Logan dropped Raoul on top of him. I hoped they'd both stay out of it until we got to the mansion. I shouldn't have worried about it. Storm retrieved two syringes from another cabinet, and injected first Raoul and then Taylor. At my quizzical look, she explained "It's a sedative. Normally we use it for the wounded, but in this case, it works to keep them subdued."
The ride back to the mansion was hellish. Between Kurt and mom I felt I was going to worry myself into eeny weeny pieces. I hovered between the two of them like a bee in a rose garden, and couldn't decide which flower smelled the best. I couldn't wait to get off the plane and get them both healed.
Ryan met us in the hanger, and laid hands upon my Mother before we'd even gotten her out of the gurney. In short order, her bruises faded, and her breathing eased. The expression on her face was still one of twisted pain, and I had no doubt that it was nightmares causing her grief now.
Kurt took even less time than my mother. Ryan patched him up and declare that neither of them were to be disturbed for at least twenty four hours. It was a rule I was happy to obey.
Theresa and the twins near fell over themselves trying to get to mom first. All of them were crying, holding her hand, whispering to her as we took her up to the guest suite in the mansion we thought she'd been occupying before. Gently she was tucked into bed, and my siblings crawled in with her, spooning against her, still whispering softly. I saw the odd looks that they were getting, and shook my head.
Physical contact, at least in my family, had always been a big part of the healing process. The closer we were, the better we felt, and when we were kids it wasn't unusual for my parents king size bed to hold more children than grownups. I began to crawl onto the foot of the bed, to add my own presence to the mix.
"No," Theresa said, "no, you go with Kurt."
I shook my head. I wanted to go with Kurt, but I needed to be with mom. "Seriously, Morgan just go. Mom will be fine here with us. She's safe, that's all that matters."
I sighed, and nodded. "I suppose your right." I said. On the way to Kurt's room, I found a phone and called dad. He was so relieved he started crying over the phone. I gave him the address for the mansion, and I knew that there'd be a Flannigan invasion before the night was over.
I wasn't the least bit tired when I made it to Kurt's room. Once more, I found myself holding vigil over his bed. If he kept getting hurt like this, I promised myself I'd kill him the next time he did it. It wasn't fair, making me go through this repeatedly. I suspected it was all a part of his job, which of course made it even harder for me to think about it rationally.
Still, he looked so peaceful, sleeping there. So handsome, so simply Kurt, that the sight of it tugged at my heart gently. I slipped into the bed with him, wrapping my arms around him and drawing him close to me. I knew, that no matter what the future held for the both of us, it was moments like these, when I could simply hold him, that made the difference. I kissed the top of his head, smoothed his hair, and between the heat of his body, and the tension slowly leaking from me, I fell asleep.
I was awakened by his arms sliding around me, and the feel of his lips brushing against my neck. His tail had wrapped itself high around my thigh, I could feel the spaded tip gently grazing against my inner thigh. It was an extremely pleasant way to wake up, and I sighed from it. "Kurt.."
"Shh, liebe," he said, his voice a throaty whisper. "Do not speak." His mouth traveled up my neck, across the length of my jaw. Softly, his lips caressed mine, arms tightening around me. I returned the gentle kiss, tangling my fingers in the soft curls of his hair, holding his face to mine. I brushed his lips gently with my tongue, and he parted them for me. We kissed deeply, urgently, as if it were necessary to stay alive. It was wet, hot, passionate, and set a fire burning inside of me.
I rolled him over, his tail snaking from off my leg as I straddled his hips easily. His arms were still around my waist, and we still kissed. I felt his hand shift from my waist, to my shoulders, running down along my arms to my hands before going back to my waist. Slowly, the slipped underneath the fabric and brushed along the skin of my stomach, and my back.
I continued to kiss him, sighing from his touch. I let him take the hem of my shirt into his hands, and slide it slowly up, the motion bringing a slight noise from me. I let him slide the garment off of me, peel it off my arms, until I was as bare from the waist up as he.
I pressed my body against his, reveling in the feeling of his fur as it rubbed against the more sensitive parts of my flesh. His tail danced down the length of my spine, making me arch my back, heaving my breasts off of his chest. With a growl, he wrapped an arm around my waist and rolled us over.
Then, all I became aware of was the sensation of lips, and teeth, hands, and tail. Deftly, he drew moans and breathless cries from me, teasing my flesh, coaxing the reactions, treasuring them, exploring each curve of my body. He delighted when he found a particularly sensitive spot, white teeth flashing in the darkness of his face. The sight of his skin against mine was terribly erotic, and I received as much pleasure from watching him manipulate me, as I did from the actual manipulation.
I didn't protest when he slid the sweatpants off of me and tossed them to the side. He teased me more, exploring the new expanse of flesh now visible to him. I was not surprised when he brought me using first his hands, then mouth, then surprisingly, tail. I was shuddering, each limb shaking from the pleasure, my heart pounding in my chest.
When he finally, achingly joined his body with mine, I lost myself completely. I became a wanton thing, hands roaming his body, breath coming in short gasps. I took him into me, and it felt as if our bodies were melting, becoming one glorious whole, spiraling higher and higher until we exploded into a glory of heat, a spray of blazing stars burning themselves into infinity.
We lay together, tangled in each others arms as our bodies buzzed and settled, still glowing from the effects of our lovemaking. He was shaking gently, and I was sure I was too. I loved him, he loved me, and there was nothing in the world more right than that. It was bliss, rapture, and I wanted it to last forever.
"I love you," Kurt whispered into my hair hesitantly.
"I love you too." I answered him without hesitation, cuddling closer to him, enjoying the brush of fur against skin. It had definitely added something to the experience, and I cherished the way it felt.
"Erstaunlich." He said, and I chuckled. I was definitely going to have to learn German.
A knocked sounded at the door, and we sighed in unison. "I should see who that is." Kurt said reluctantly.
"Tell them to go away." I said softly. This was too nice a moment to let go.
"Morgan? Are you in there?" My dad's voice sounded through the doorway, and I cursed. As quickly as I could I disentangled myself from Kurt and dove for the discarded sweats, pulling them on. Kurt fumbled for a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
"Just a second!" I yelled, tugging the shirt on over my head.
The doorknob turned, and it cracked open. "Honey?"
I dashed to the door and threw it open, shoving dad out into the hallway and joining him there. He looked confused for a minute, and then realization dawned on him. "Don't bother hiding it." He said, an edge to his voice. "I can smell it."
"Damn you and your bloodhound nose." I said. Then, I asked "how's mom?"
"Fine. She's awake."
"How long have you been here?" I heard a loud thump, and Kurt cursing in German. I bit back a laugh, wondering what he'd tripped over.
"An hour or so." He said. "I've been wandering for about fifteen minutes, trying to find you." The door swung open, and Kurt joined us in the hallway. "She's asking for you. Though, maybe you should think about taking a shower first." His nose wrinkled. "Both of you."
"Right, okay." I said. "give me fifteen minutes."
"you got it sweetie. That gives me plenty of time to have a conversation with Kurt here." I didn't like the sound of that, but I couldn't very well argue either. I nodded, and left a very nervous Kurt in my fathers hands.
I showered and changed as quickly as I could. When I came out into the hall, Kurt and my father were still there, and fell suddenly silent at my appearance. "Hello boys." I said. I kissed my father on the cheek, and then kissed Kurt as well. "Go, shower. I'm going to check on my mom."
"Ja. I will be down in a bit." Kurt said. He squeezed my hand, gave my father a look I couldn't interpret, and went into the bedroom.
My father and I walked in silence for a moment before I said "So what did you tell him?"
"I told him if he hurt my little girl, I'd hurt him." He said. "Then, I thanked him for saving you, and my wife, and that if there was ever anything he needed, I'd help him."
"Hmm." I said. We didn't speak until we reached my mother's room. I opened the door, and was not surprised to see the whole of my family had practically moved in. Flannigans were everywhere, all of them laughing, happy, completely at ease.
My mom was actually alone in the bed, and her expression brightened considerably when she saw me. "Morgan!" She held her arms out to me, and joy suffused me.
My feet left the ground, and light shimmered in the room. I was glowing again, but I didn't care. I flew across the room, literally, and into my mother's arms. My siblings had fallen into shocked silence, but my mom, my mother, seemed completely unfazed. She simply enfolded me in her arms, and held me tight. "Oh Morgan, my Morrrigan, my child. Thank you!"
We cried together, weeping tears of joy, and I felt the bed shift as someone else joined us. In short order, we found ourselves smothered in a press of bodies as my siblings dog piled into the bed, each one hugging and laughing. It was overwhelming, and comforting, and familiar. I'd missed it so much, that I didn't even yell when I felt a heel dig into my calf.
We were a family again. No matter what happened, I knew nothing would ever change that.