AN/ In this chapter I muck around with the fact that in the comics,
Mystique is Nightcrawler's mother. Even though they didn't really feature
that too much in the movie, I still think that it is an important part of
Kurt's past. I hope that they make it a bigger issue in X3, assuming they
make an X3 of course. The main reason why Karen hesitates in this chapter
is just in case they don't bring it up in the next movie.
Kurt was sitting on the grass in a clearing away from the campfire. In the darkness of the night, it was extremely hard to see him. I sat down beside him, knowing that I still had a few minutes to talk to him before Rogue wandered over to thank him for saving her life. Kurt was watching the others around the campfire. I could see them too, but we couldn't hear what they were saying clearly. I noticed Mystique and Logan shooting daggers at each other with their eyes every now and then. I also saw Mystique glance once or twice in Kurt's direction, and I wondered if she was thinking about him. She probably was, I figured. She would definitely recognize him.
"Kurt, do you remember anything much about your birth mother?" I asked him quietly. He looked at me.
"Not very much," he confessed in a whisper. "But I've always assumed that she was a mutant. Do you know who she was, Karen?"
I hesitated before answering. "Yes, Kurt, she was a mutant," I admitted. "But...I'm not one hundred percent sure who she was...is." This was only partly the truth for me. I was only about ninety-eight to ninety-nine percent sure, and I didn't want to hurt Nightcrawler if that one very small percent that doubted it was correct.
"She's still alive?" Kurt asked, his golden eyes wide.
I took a deep breath. "Yes, she's still alive," I said.
Kurt flipped his tail excitedly in the grass. "Who is she? What's her name?" He asked me. He really wanted to know.
I shook my head regrettably. "I'm sorry, Kurt," I said truthfully. "I can't tell you. I really wish that I could, but I'm not allowed."
"Oh," Kurt said. He sounded disappointed, and who could blame him? He turned away from me and continued to watch the other mutants around the campfire. I felt bad that Kurt didn't know about his mom. "Everyone deserves the right to at least know who his or her mother is," I thought to myself. I decided to give Kurt a small hint about her, to kind of push him in the right direction at least, that I was allowed to do.
"You and Mystique seem to have a lot in common physically," I said casually after a pause that was long enough to signify a change in conversation for him, but not really for me. Not that he would know that, of course. "You have the same colour skin, same colour eyes..."
"What are you saying?" Kurt asked, almost like 'What are you telling me, that SHE'S my mother?'
"I'm not saying anything, Kurt. I just couldn't help but notice the physical similarities, that's all," I said in my defense.
"Mmmm," Nightcrawler said, thinking. He was very silent for a few seconds, and then asked, "Do you know that her power is?"
"Yes, she's a shape shifter, a metamorph," I replied. "She can imitate anybody, even their voice."
"This is how she truly looks in her natural form?" Nightcrawler asked, gazing at the blue-scaled woman standing there in the distance.
"Yes," I said. "She's not at all ashamed of the way she looks. Even though she can take the form of anybody, and stay that way all the time if she wanted to, she doesn't." That was one of the few things that I admired about Mystique, she didn't take any crap from anybody about the way she looked naturally. If people did tease her about it, she would put her martial arts to work, (another thing I admired about her) and kick their butt big time.
"Why doesn't she stay transformed all the time?" Kurt asked.
I smiled slightly at him and replied, "You should ask her that yourself."
Just then, Rogue walked up to Kurt. She didn't notice that we had been talking. She squatted down beside Nightcrawler. I watched her expectantly, knowing very well what she was going to say.
"Thank you," she said to Kurt after a slight pause. I smiled. It felt good that these two had some sort of a small connection.
"Bitte schon," Nightcrawler replied in German. They both turned to look at the group in the distance.
"Can you hear what they're saying?" Rogue asked.
Kurt smiled at her. "I could take a closer look." I grinned and gently grabbed his arm as we teleported up into the trees. I then hung onto Kurt's back as we swung silently, monkey-like over to the tree directly over the X- Men and Brotherhood's heads. I sat on a branch while Kurt hung upside-down by his tail, which was wrapped securely around another thick branch. I couldn't help but grin again. Kurt looked so natural in this very unusual, acrobatic pose. We both listened quietly to the conversation below.
Kurt was sitting on the grass in a clearing away from the campfire. In the darkness of the night, it was extremely hard to see him. I sat down beside him, knowing that I still had a few minutes to talk to him before Rogue wandered over to thank him for saving her life. Kurt was watching the others around the campfire. I could see them too, but we couldn't hear what they were saying clearly. I noticed Mystique and Logan shooting daggers at each other with their eyes every now and then. I also saw Mystique glance once or twice in Kurt's direction, and I wondered if she was thinking about him. She probably was, I figured. She would definitely recognize him.
"Kurt, do you remember anything much about your birth mother?" I asked him quietly. He looked at me.
"Not very much," he confessed in a whisper. "But I've always assumed that she was a mutant. Do you know who she was, Karen?"
I hesitated before answering. "Yes, Kurt, she was a mutant," I admitted. "But...I'm not one hundred percent sure who she was...is." This was only partly the truth for me. I was only about ninety-eight to ninety-nine percent sure, and I didn't want to hurt Nightcrawler if that one very small percent that doubted it was correct.
"She's still alive?" Kurt asked, his golden eyes wide.
I took a deep breath. "Yes, she's still alive," I said.
Kurt flipped his tail excitedly in the grass. "Who is she? What's her name?" He asked me. He really wanted to know.
I shook my head regrettably. "I'm sorry, Kurt," I said truthfully. "I can't tell you. I really wish that I could, but I'm not allowed."
"Oh," Kurt said. He sounded disappointed, and who could blame him? He turned away from me and continued to watch the other mutants around the campfire. I felt bad that Kurt didn't know about his mom. "Everyone deserves the right to at least know who his or her mother is," I thought to myself. I decided to give Kurt a small hint about her, to kind of push him in the right direction at least, that I was allowed to do.
"You and Mystique seem to have a lot in common physically," I said casually after a pause that was long enough to signify a change in conversation for him, but not really for me. Not that he would know that, of course. "You have the same colour skin, same colour eyes..."
"What are you saying?" Kurt asked, almost like 'What are you telling me, that SHE'S my mother?'
"I'm not saying anything, Kurt. I just couldn't help but notice the physical similarities, that's all," I said in my defense.
"Mmmm," Nightcrawler said, thinking. He was very silent for a few seconds, and then asked, "Do you know that her power is?"
"Yes, she's a shape shifter, a metamorph," I replied. "She can imitate anybody, even their voice."
"This is how she truly looks in her natural form?" Nightcrawler asked, gazing at the blue-scaled woman standing there in the distance.
"Yes," I said. "She's not at all ashamed of the way she looks. Even though she can take the form of anybody, and stay that way all the time if she wanted to, she doesn't." That was one of the few things that I admired about Mystique, she didn't take any crap from anybody about the way she looked naturally. If people did tease her about it, she would put her martial arts to work, (another thing I admired about her) and kick their butt big time.
"Why doesn't she stay transformed all the time?" Kurt asked.
I smiled slightly at him and replied, "You should ask her that yourself."
Just then, Rogue walked up to Kurt. She didn't notice that we had been talking. She squatted down beside Nightcrawler. I watched her expectantly, knowing very well what she was going to say.
"Thank you," she said to Kurt after a slight pause. I smiled. It felt good that these two had some sort of a small connection.
"Bitte schon," Nightcrawler replied in German. They both turned to look at the group in the distance.
"Can you hear what they're saying?" Rogue asked.
Kurt smiled at her. "I could take a closer look." I grinned and gently grabbed his arm as we teleported up into the trees. I then hung onto Kurt's back as we swung silently, monkey-like over to the tree directly over the X- Men and Brotherhood's heads. I sat on a branch while Kurt hung upside-down by his tail, which was wrapped securely around another thick branch. I couldn't help but grin again. Kurt looked so natural in this very unusual, acrobatic pose. We both listened quietly to the conversation below.