Title: Maybe

Author: Viral

Author's Notes: This is my first time writing Kurt, so please spare me the wrath with his accent.

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Jean Grey narrates:

Maybe I was the only one who saw it, yet maybe not, but I felt deeply for Ororo's sorrows. Her blue eyes had never been so lonely and I don't believe I had ever seen her distribute fear in such great amounts. But what was she afraid of? I couldn't quite pinpoint it. I wanted to comfort her that afternoon, to reassure her that she had a sister that was willing to talk about anything and everything. But just as I was ready to approach her lonely figure sitting in the gym, I heard a sound of air rushing outward and the stench of brimstone. Kurt had entered the gym.

His blue, fuzzy features were unmistakable. Ororo didn't even look up at him, although I know she could smell the effects of his teleportation. She was looking down, sweating lightly with a bottle of cold water in her hand, a pair of sweatpants, and a tight workout shirt on. Her white hair was tied up loosely and sloppily, yet somewhat exotically as loose silver strands fell across her face. She was sitting on the edge of a bench, just sitting. Apparently she had been working out before, but now, she was just sitting.

Kurt silently stretched, dressed in his classic X-Men uniform. It wasn't often he would wear regular clothes. His costume fit him perfectly and was comfortable enough for him. The only other outfit he was comfortable in was when he was dressed like a monk. After stretching, he sat on the same bench as Ororo and picked up a one-hundred-pound weight in his right hand. He began to work his biceps as Ororo remained motionless. I didn't know whether or not I should still try to approach her and comfort her, for I didn't know if she was comfortable enough with Kurt around to spill her guts.

"Ororo, are you all right, mein leibes?" he asked, finishing off in his German language with a phrase that simply meant, my dear. He sat the barbell back on the floor as he looked over to Ororo with yellow eyes.

She didn't respond, she just continued to sit with her head down, breathing lightly as sweat dripped from her forehead and fell on the gym floor. Ororo was a very serene woman, one who kept her secrets and emotions to herself, but she was never this rude. She wouldn't even look up at him; wouldn't even spare a breath to lie and utter an 'I'm okay.'

Kurt sat speechless. He didn't know what to say if she wasn't going to speak back. His yellow eyes scanned her in her hopeless position. It was as if she was cut off to the entire world. Her blue eyes stayed in one place on the floor, never offering a blink. Her breathing was rhythmic, but his was speeding up as he became nervous. "Ororo?"

"Kurt," she said suddenly, hardly giving him a chance to finish her name. "Why are you concerned? I am always like this, there is no need for sudden alarm," she said, her voice filled with spite. Even I was now wondering what was wrong with her.

"I have never seen you like this," he said, German accent thick as he spoke in trained English. "I vas vondering--,"

Ororo cut him off with a loud sigh as she turned her face towards him. Her facial expression read one word: scowl. "Kurt, if you would be so kind as to lose your concern for me, I would be forever grateful," she said, heartlessly. "I appreciate the fact that you worry for me, but if no one else can see that I have a problem than even your care is not worth it."

"Zhere is somevon else who cares," Kurt said, smiling with his sharp teeth. Ororo didn't respond, but she continued to study his blue face. "God cares for you."

Ororo stood up. She didn't want to hear another one of Kurt's sermons about divine love and sacrifice. She didn't feel comforted and she didn't feel loved. "God is omnipotent, is he not?"

"Yes," Kurt said, but before he was able to continue, Ororo was burying him with another question.

"And he's omniscient?" she asked, with spite.

"Yes, he is all-knowing," he answered.

"And he's omnipresent?" she was almost yelling now.

"Yes, he is everyvhere," he replied, worried as Ororo's voice began to rise.

"Then if he knows everything he should know how I feel!" Ororo yelled. A thunder rattled the mansion as her eyes turned white. By now she was fighting back tears. "If he is everywhere then I should never feel alone! If he is all powerful then he should be able to comfort me or send someone to comfort me!"

"Have you asked him?" Kurt asked, standing up as Ororo's anger dwindled a little. At least now her eyes were blue again.

"I have prayed," she said. "To no avail. He does not answer prayers."

"Yes, he does," Kurt smiled, walking towards her with his hands out.

"Then where is my answer?" she asked, backing away from him. "Where is my answer from the Most High?"

"Do you have faith?" he questioned.

"Faith is nonexistent," she said. "Hope, luck, faith, love – they are abstract concepts and do not exist."

"How vould you ever know?" he asked. "You never give it a try. Scott and Jean love each other and now have a child – a result of zheir love togezzah. Vhat about zhe hope you give to zhe humans vhen you save zhem from zhe vicked?" Ororo put her hands to her forehead as she shook her head. She was too overwhelmed to decipher his accent or to think about the truth of his words. "Vhat about zhe beautiful Earth God has created? Vhy does zhat not give you faith?"

"Kurt, enough!" she snapped. She stormed out of the gym with her bottled water, brushing past me on her way out. I watched her float down the hallway until she turned the corner. I imagined the mansion would not be able to sleep tonight.

I approached Kurt, looking at him as he stood there sadly, "Kurt..."

"I do not understand vhy she is so upset," he said, looking up to me. "Perhaps God is sending me a message zhat I should lose my love for her."

"You love her?" I asked, inquisitive as he looked up to me. He nodded his head yes with the purest look I had ever seen. I knew his words were genuine; I knew he was genuine in his concern for Ororo. "From what I know, God is love and he would never deny the one's he loves the chance to love someone else," I smiled at him, showing him that his sermons had worn off on me bit-by-bit. "I need to go check on Enya. I guess I'll see you at dinner?"

"Of course," he said. Then he called out to me just before I left the gym, "Vhat does your daughter's name mean?"

"Little fire," I smiled at him. My grin widened as his face lit up with cheerfulness and hope once more. I prayed that he would make Ororo happy, too, if she would stop being so stubborn and open up.

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"YES!" was the loud scream I heard before a lot of laughter, cheering, and gleefulness erupted out of the dining hall. I walked in to see a scene I had never thought would happen: Piotr was putting an engagement ring on Kitty's finger, finally. How long had it been? I dared not to count.

"It's about time, Shadowkitty," Emma smiled as she played in her blonde hair. I walked to the table and telekinetically put the dishes out on the table with the main course.

"It seems I made a big dinner for the right occasion," I smiled as we the room began to settle down, but still roared with excited talk and constant kisses between Piotr and Kitty. It was about time they could finally be happy together. I sat next to Scott who held our daughter, Enya, in his arms. I looked around the table with my green eyes, smiling at the scene. Everyone seemed to be happy—except Kurt.

I frowned as I looked at him. His head was hung and his eyes closed. My worry for him soon vanished as I heard his mumbled words, "...und ich frage, daß Ihr Segen nach dieser Nahrung und dieser Familie gesetzt würde."

And I ask that your blessing would be placed upon this food and this family. He was praying over his food. That reminded me of Ororo. I looked around the room, wondering why I hadn't noticed her face. She had conveniently become a still portrait within all the excitement as she stared blankly at the table, seemingly devoid of emotion and thought.

Then, she stood up and walked out, causing everyone to notice her sudden departure and the room silenced. In a heartbeat, Kurt teleported out of the room and I looked to Scott. I left the room after giving Scott a reassuring kiss on the cheek. As far as I knew, the room remained quiet with unanswered question, but I for one needed my questions to be answered.