-'Who Wants to Live Forever'-
Pairings: We'll see.
A/N: An idea that I've been kicking around in my head for a while. I decided to try my hand at other fan fiction universes. Fairly Kurt and Logan centric. This part starts off Kurt's training with Logan, and although he doesn't realize it, he is getting trained for the Game.
A/N 2: God knows you can't write more unless you get reviews. Now on to the story!
Disclaimers: I don't own anything relating to Marvel Comics or Highlander.
Timeframe: Post Impact, Magneto supposedly died fighting Apocalypse. Xmen and New Recruits are at Xaviers, Brotherhood and Acolytes are at the Brotherhood house. They all have no idea how to handle the situation and are more or less acting defensively.
Dedicated to everyone that has ideas but doesn't think they're good enough
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Xaviers Institute for Gifted Youngsters, December 2003
Kurt smiled as he heard the door open. He turned to see a grizzled Wolverine in a black shirt and jeans walk towards him. "So, Vhat do you think Herr Logan?"
Logan steadied himself as he walked into the room. It seemed that whenever he came within twenty feet of the kid, all of his senses would automatically focus on him. It just felt so...normal, so natural. It was like he expected it, like...
Kurt cocked his head to the side and looked at him quizzically. "Herr Logan, iz something ze matter?"
Logan raised an eyebrow and began to circle the Blackhawk. Kurt crossed his fingers and took a step back. Logan remained silent until he returned to his original spot. "Not too bad Elf. You're getting faster at buffing the jet."
Kurt grinned and started to run to the exit. "So I can leave?"
Logan smirked and blocked the retreating mutant with his right arm. "How many coats did I tell you?"
Kurt's shoulders slumped. "Come on! All zhe others don't ever have to wax zhe jet, Vhy do I have to?"
Logan stood up strait and locked eyes with him. "You questioning me boy?"
Kurt smiled sheepishly. "eep."
*BAMF*
Logan coughed as the smoke wafted away. "That's three more coats crawler, so don't use all the wax just yet."
He looked back to the top of the jet to see Kurt, scrub brush in hand, cleaning the jet, muttering. "Yes mein fuehrer, I will clean zhe X-Jet. Vhenever you vant, just let me know. Dumkopf Canadian..."
Logan growled. "I HEARD THAT!"
Kurt, across the hanger, felt that he could safely mock the Wolverine. He put on his best innocent face, batted his eyes and said in his sweetest voice, "Little old me?"
Logan shouted. "DO YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY? GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW OR YOU'LL BE WAXING THAT PLANE UNTILL YOU'RE THIRTY!!"
Logan heard a distant *BAMF* and tapped his foot impatiently.
*BAMF*
Kurt appeared behind him and daintily tapped him on the shoulder. "Vas?"
Logan felt the slight tingling at the base of skull do a summersault. Whatever it was, it really didn't like it when the elf 'ported. "Why do you think that I have you wax the jet?"
Kurt cocked his head to the side. "Because ve dirty it up?"
Logan held his head in his left hand. He felt one of those Kurt-related- migranes coming on. "No," he sighed, "Come on, we're going to the Danger Room."
Kurt's shoulder slumped as he heard those two fateful words. "Awww, come on!"
"NOW, ELF!"
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Kurt sat in the Danger room, waiting for Logan to appear. He changed into his uniform and his tail was twitching impatiently. "Vhere iz he?"
Logan appeared behind him in his Wolverine uniform and walked infront of him. "Don't worry Elf. I just want to teach you a lesson."
Kurt paled a little. "Herr Logan, pardon me, but usually vhen you vant to teach me a lesson, I end up in zhe infirmary for a day or two. And I haff school tomorrow."
Logan grinned. "Not that kind of lesson. Now, come over here and assume a fighting stance."
Kurt raised his eyebrows. "Doesn't sound zhat different."
"ELF!"
"Vas?"
"Shut up."
"Ja, Herr Logan."
Logan held up his fists in a traditional Karate fighting stance. "Now, I'm going to throw a punch, and you're going to block it."
Kurt mirrored his stance, although he bent a little more due to the nature of his bones and joints.
Logan launched his right arm into a punch aimed at Kurt's chest. Kurt jumped out of the way and landed several feet from him.
"ELF!"
"VAS?"
"What the hell do you think you are doing?"
Kurt gave him an incredulous look. "I'm jumping out of zhe way."
Logan walked over to where Kurt stood. "You're not supposed to move, you're supposed to stay there."
"But zhen you'll hit me!"
Logan was becoming frustrated and growled, "Not if you _block_ it."
Kurt shook his head. "But in all zhe simulations, I haff to dodge and weave away from zhe attacks."
Logan nodded. "Yeah, but what happens when there's an attack you _can't_ dodge."
Kurt puffed out his chest. "Ridiculous, I am zhe Incredible Nightcrawler. In zhe Munich circus..." [1]
Logan grinned "Dodge this." [2]
*SMACK*
Logan landed his bare fist in Nightcrawler's chest, sending him sprawling.
Kurt fell on the floor and rubbed his chest. "NO FAIR! VHAT VAS ZHAT FOR?"
Logan sighed and extended his hand to help him up. "Sorry about that, but A: even 'zhe Incredible Nightcrawler' can't dodge everything and B: You used to say that all the time and it got on my damned nerves."
Kurt took his hand and got up. "Don't try to do zhe accent. You don't haff a sexy enough voice."
Logan raised an eyebrow. "Fall back into your stance."
Kurt rolled his eyes and went back into the Karate stance. Logan continued speaking. "I know that we've been working on your reflexes and dodging, but without powers or dodging, how well do you think you could fight?"
Kurt shrugged his shoulders, not exactly sure what to say. Logan nodded. "With the amount of energy it takes for you to port around, you'd get awful tired real quick. I know that youre good on holds and throws. I've seen you fight, but you still rely too much on your speed and agility. So..."
Logan grinned and went into an opposite stance. "...you and I are going to work on that."
"How?"
"Wax on." [3]
"Huh?"
Logan sighed and grabbed Kurt's right hand. "When you see me throw a punch towards your right side, you block it like your rubbing the wax on the jet."
He let go and grabbed his left hand. "When you see me throw a punch towards your left side, you block it like your rubbing the wax off of the jet."
Kurt was silent for several seconds before saying, "Do you need Herr McCoy to take a look at you?"
Logan glared at the young German. "Listen Elf, you can either take this seriously and learn something, and live a lot longer with all of your limbs, or we can walk out that door and you don't ever have to worry about me caring about your well being ever again."
Kurt looked at his feet guiltily. It did sound silly, but if Herr Logan really meant it...
He smiled and went back into his fighting stance. "Bring it on baby, you saw zhe movie." [4]
Logan raised an eyebrow. "What movie?"
Kurt relaxed his stance. "Bring it on."
Logan smirked and threw the first punch. "Gladly."
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One Hour Later...
Kurt slumped to the floor totally exhausted. His forearms and legs were killing him. Logan had decided to throw in all of the basic arm and leg blocks in the first day of training. Logan smirked and walked over to where the foreign student lay. "So Elf, what do you think?"
Kurt muttered something about Canadians and bloodlust.
Logan grinned. "Welcome back to the living Elf."
Kurt raised his head up. "How can you tell?"
Logan grinned and bent down to face him. "How long do you think you would've lasted if I let you jump around like a four year old on pixie dust? Or if you 'ported."
Kurt groaned. "If I could port, I could've gotten away."
Logan looked at him seriously. "You can't run away from every fight. You can't just jump around and hope they give up. Some opponents never give up. They will find you and fight you until the death with no remorse and no breaks."
Kurt nodded and let his head drop back to the floor.
Logan smiled, "Tell ya what Elf, You make it through four weeks of this and I might start weapons training. That's when the _real_ fun begins."
Kurt put a finger in the air and made a circular motion. "Vhoop-de-do."
Logan grinned evilly. "Tell me, have you had any experience with swords?"
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Kurt limped himself to the infirmary very slowly. He wasn't in terrible pain. 'Herr Logan hadn't managed to kill me...yet.' The new and revised training had done wonders for his humility and all Kurt wanted to do was take some aspirin and crawl into bed. He sighed and muttered to himself. "Never believe Herr Logan when he says it's 'not that kind of lesson.'"
The training had lasted for about an hour. And by training he meant Logan running around after his trying to hit him. If he could have jumped out of the way, then Kurt reasoned that he probably would have been fine. 'Maybe Herr Logan was onto something. At least when we start with swords, I might be able to beat _him_ around for once.'
He smiled sheepishly and waved to Dr. McCoy. McCoy merely raised an eyebrow and went into the back for the painkillers. He could always tell when one of the students came out of a danger room session with Logan.
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[1] from 'X2-Xmen United'
[2] From 'the Matrix'
[3] From 'Karate Kid'
[4] the movie 'Bring it on' I can't believe they made a sequel to that. Good lord
Pairings: We'll see.
A/N: An idea that I've been kicking around in my head for a while. I decided to try my hand at other fan fiction universes. Fairly Kurt and Logan centric. This part starts off Kurt's training with Logan, and although he doesn't realize it, he is getting trained for the Game.
A/N 2: God knows you can't write more unless you get reviews. Now on to the story!
Disclaimers: I don't own anything relating to Marvel Comics or Highlander.
Timeframe: Post Impact, Magneto supposedly died fighting Apocalypse. Xmen and New Recruits are at Xaviers, Brotherhood and Acolytes are at the Brotherhood house. They all have no idea how to handle the situation and are more or less acting defensively.
Dedicated to everyone that has ideas but doesn't think they're good enough
////////////////////////////////////////////
Xaviers Institute for Gifted Youngsters, December 2003
Kurt smiled as he heard the door open. He turned to see a grizzled Wolverine in a black shirt and jeans walk towards him. "So, Vhat do you think Herr Logan?"
Logan steadied himself as he walked into the room. It seemed that whenever he came within twenty feet of the kid, all of his senses would automatically focus on him. It just felt so...normal, so natural. It was like he expected it, like...
Kurt cocked his head to the side and looked at him quizzically. "Herr Logan, iz something ze matter?"
Logan raised an eyebrow and began to circle the Blackhawk. Kurt crossed his fingers and took a step back. Logan remained silent until he returned to his original spot. "Not too bad Elf. You're getting faster at buffing the jet."
Kurt grinned and started to run to the exit. "So I can leave?"
Logan smirked and blocked the retreating mutant with his right arm. "How many coats did I tell you?"
Kurt's shoulders slumped. "Come on! All zhe others don't ever have to wax zhe jet, Vhy do I have to?"
Logan stood up strait and locked eyes with him. "You questioning me boy?"
Kurt smiled sheepishly. "eep."
*BAMF*
Logan coughed as the smoke wafted away. "That's three more coats crawler, so don't use all the wax just yet."
He looked back to the top of the jet to see Kurt, scrub brush in hand, cleaning the jet, muttering. "Yes mein fuehrer, I will clean zhe X-Jet. Vhenever you vant, just let me know. Dumkopf Canadian..."
Logan growled. "I HEARD THAT!"
Kurt, across the hanger, felt that he could safely mock the Wolverine. He put on his best innocent face, batted his eyes and said in his sweetest voice, "Little old me?"
Logan shouted. "DO YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY? GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW OR YOU'LL BE WAXING THAT PLANE UNTILL YOU'RE THIRTY!!"
Logan heard a distant *BAMF* and tapped his foot impatiently.
*BAMF*
Kurt appeared behind him and daintily tapped him on the shoulder. "Vas?"
Logan felt the slight tingling at the base of skull do a summersault. Whatever it was, it really didn't like it when the elf 'ported. "Why do you think that I have you wax the jet?"
Kurt cocked his head to the side. "Because ve dirty it up?"
Logan held his head in his left hand. He felt one of those Kurt-related- migranes coming on. "No," he sighed, "Come on, we're going to the Danger Room."
Kurt's shoulder slumped as he heard those two fateful words. "Awww, come on!"
"NOW, ELF!"
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Kurt sat in the Danger room, waiting for Logan to appear. He changed into his uniform and his tail was twitching impatiently. "Vhere iz he?"
Logan appeared behind him in his Wolverine uniform and walked infront of him. "Don't worry Elf. I just want to teach you a lesson."
Kurt paled a little. "Herr Logan, pardon me, but usually vhen you vant to teach me a lesson, I end up in zhe infirmary for a day or two. And I haff school tomorrow."
Logan grinned. "Not that kind of lesson. Now, come over here and assume a fighting stance."
Kurt raised his eyebrows. "Doesn't sound zhat different."
"ELF!"
"Vas?"
"Shut up."
"Ja, Herr Logan."
Logan held up his fists in a traditional Karate fighting stance. "Now, I'm going to throw a punch, and you're going to block it."
Kurt mirrored his stance, although he bent a little more due to the nature of his bones and joints.
Logan launched his right arm into a punch aimed at Kurt's chest. Kurt jumped out of the way and landed several feet from him.
"ELF!"
"VAS?"
"What the hell do you think you are doing?"
Kurt gave him an incredulous look. "I'm jumping out of zhe way."
Logan walked over to where Kurt stood. "You're not supposed to move, you're supposed to stay there."
"But zhen you'll hit me!"
Logan was becoming frustrated and growled, "Not if you _block_ it."
Kurt shook his head. "But in all zhe simulations, I haff to dodge and weave away from zhe attacks."
Logan nodded. "Yeah, but what happens when there's an attack you _can't_ dodge."
Kurt puffed out his chest. "Ridiculous, I am zhe Incredible Nightcrawler. In zhe Munich circus..." [1]
Logan grinned "Dodge this." [2]
*SMACK*
Logan landed his bare fist in Nightcrawler's chest, sending him sprawling.
Kurt fell on the floor and rubbed his chest. "NO FAIR! VHAT VAS ZHAT FOR?"
Logan sighed and extended his hand to help him up. "Sorry about that, but A: even 'zhe Incredible Nightcrawler' can't dodge everything and B: You used to say that all the time and it got on my damned nerves."
Kurt took his hand and got up. "Don't try to do zhe accent. You don't haff a sexy enough voice."
Logan raised an eyebrow. "Fall back into your stance."
Kurt rolled his eyes and went back into the Karate stance. Logan continued speaking. "I know that we've been working on your reflexes and dodging, but without powers or dodging, how well do you think you could fight?"
Kurt shrugged his shoulders, not exactly sure what to say. Logan nodded. "With the amount of energy it takes for you to port around, you'd get awful tired real quick. I know that youre good on holds and throws. I've seen you fight, but you still rely too much on your speed and agility. So..."
Logan grinned and went into an opposite stance. "...you and I are going to work on that."
"How?"
"Wax on." [3]
"Huh?"
Logan sighed and grabbed Kurt's right hand. "When you see me throw a punch towards your right side, you block it like your rubbing the wax on the jet."
He let go and grabbed his left hand. "When you see me throw a punch towards your left side, you block it like your rubbing the wax off of the jet."
Kurt was silent for several seconds before saying, "Do you need Herr McCoy to take a look at you?"
Logan glared at the young German. "Listen Elf, you can either take this seriously and learn something, and live a lot longer with all of your limbs, or we can walk out that door and you don't ever have to worry about me caring about your well being ever again."
Kurt looked at his feet guiltily. It did sound silly, but if Herr Logan really meant it...
He smiled and went back into his fighting stance. "Bring it on baby, you saw zhe movie." [4]
Logan raised an eyebrow. "What movie?"
Kurt relaxed his stance. "Bring it on."
Logan smirked and threw the first punch. "Gladly."
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One Hour Later...
Kurt slumped to the floor totally exhausted. His forearms and legs were killing him. Logan had decided to throw in all of the basic arm and leg blocks in the first day of training. Logan smirked and walked over to where the foreign student lay. "So Elf, what do you think?"
Kurt muttered something about Canadians and bloodlust.
Logan grinned. "Welcome back to the living Elf."
Kurt raised his head up. "How can you tell?"
Logan grinned and bent down to face him. "How long do you think you would've lasted if I let you jump around like a four year old on pixie dust? Or if you 'ported."
Kurt groaned. "If I could port, I could've gotten away."
Logan looked at him seriously. "You can't run away from every fight. You can't just jump around and hope they give up. Some opponents never give up. They will find you and fight you until the death with no remorse and no breaks."
Kurt nodded and let his head drop back to the floor.
Logan smiled, "Tell ya what Elf, You make it through four weeks of this and I might start weapons training. That's when the _real_ fun begins."
Kurt put a finger in the air and made a circular motion. "Vhoop-de-do."
Logan grinned evilly. "Tell me, have you had any experience with swords?"
///////////////////////////
Kurt limped himself to the infirmary very slowly. He wasn't in terrible pain. 'Herr Logan hadn't managed to kill me...yet.' The new and revised training had done wonders for his humility and all Kurt wanted to do was take some aspirin and crawl into bed. He sighed and muttered to himself. "Never believe Herr Logan when he says it's 'not that kind of lesson.'"
The training had lasted for about an hour. And by training he meant Logan running around after his trying to hit him. If he could have jumped out of the way, then Kurt reasoned that he probably would have been fine. 'Maybe Herr Logan was onto something. At least when we start with swords, I might be able to beat _him_ around for once.'
He smiled sheepishly and waved to Dr. McCoy. McCoy merely raised an eyebrow and went into the back for the painkillers. He could always tell when one of the students came out of a danger room session with Logan.
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[1] from 'X2-Xmen United'
[2] From 'the Matrix'
[3] From 'Karate Kid'
[4] the movie 'Bring it on' I can't believe they made a sequel to that. Good lord