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Three hours later, Kitty had stabilized and was deeply asleep. Mr. McCoy had her on a heart and brainwave monitor, although both vitals now read normal. Kurt never left the room, just sat in a chair nearby. Jean came in and sat near him. "You know, I don't think you did anything to her."
"But what other explaination is there?" he said bitterly. Great, first he looks like a freak, now he's dangerous to touch, he thought. "I was touching her. Maybe I can do what Rouge does, and just now found out."
Jean tried to lighten the mood. "Do you feel like a vegetarian?"
"Nien, not like that, but draining people of energy. Or something! I don't know how, but I know I did this to her! I hurt Kitty, mein gott, I hurt Kitty..." Kurt finally broke down and sobbed. Jean soothed him as best she could before using a bit of her power to try and make him sleep. It didn't take much, it was late and they'd been running around for hours. All this stress wasn't helping either. She sent a message and Scott came a minute later. He picked Kurt up and instead of taking him to his room, put him on the bed next to Kitty's.
Jean cocked her head. "Why?"
"He'll sleep better near her." Scott was deeply troubled by all of this. Kitty was like a sister to him, Kurt was as tight with him as his own brother. Was there something he could have done? Anything that would have spared the both of them this mess? "Jean, can you read her? What happened to her in her head?"
"I didn't want to try while Kurt was still awake. I'll try now." she thought. She stood and put her hands on both sides of Kitty's face. While she concentrated, Kurt opened his eyes. He'd known Jean had nothing but good intentions, but he couldn't sleep now. He faked sleep, he had to know what was wrong with her.
Jean's eyes opened wide. "I-I don't think I can read her. This is too-too- oh, god!" She gasped, her hands grabbing hold of the bed railing for dear life. "Oh my god, what"-her whole body shook, and her knees gave out, her hands the only support her body had. "S-Scott, I-I-oh, god!" Suddenly her voice was not her own, but Kitty's. In a whisper so soft only Kurt's acute ears could catch it, she said, "Fuzzy, what have you done to me?"
Jean wrenched her head back, jerking herself away from Kitty. Scott immediately caught her, lowering her to the chair. "Jean? Jean, are you alright?"
"Too much, too fast!"
"What happened? Jean, what happened to her?"
"I-I couldn't take it in. it was like someone stuck a finger in a light socket. But no flying across the room. It didn't hurt so much as, as- completely overwhelm. I can't even begin to describe it. I wish the professor was here."
"Yeah," Scott muttered, "of all times to go to England."
She sat up still shaking slightly. "Scott?"
"Yeah?"
"I don't want to say this, but-Kurt is the reason. I don't know what he did, if it was a new power or something, but Kitty knows it was something he did. She'll be alright, but I don't know if things will be the same between them." He took her hand and they both walked out of the room to bed.
Kurt nearly broke down in tears again. He was the lowest form of life on this earth, and never had he wished to die more than at this moment. But he would not try anything until Kitty woke up. If nothing else than to let her do the killing. He cried himself to sleep, curled in a ball.
"God, Kitty, I'm so, so sorry."
Three hours later, Kitty had stabilized and was deeply asleep. Mr. McCoy had her on a heart and brainwave monitor, although both vitals now read normal. Kurt never left the room, just sat in a chair nearby. Jean came in and sat near him. "You know, I don't think you did anything to her."
"But what other explaination is there?" he said bitterly. Great, first he looks like a freak, now he's dangerous to touch, he thought. "I was touching her. Maybe I can do what Rouge does, and just now found out."
Jean tried to lighten the mood. "Do you feel like a vegetarian?"
"Nien, not like that, but draining people of energy. Or something! I don't know how, but I know I did this to her! I hurt Kitty, mein gott, I hurt Kitty..." Kurt finally broke down and sobbed. Jean soothed him as best she could before using a bit of her power to try and make him sleep. It didn't take much, it was late and they'd been running around for hours. All this stress wasn't helping either. She sent a message and Scott came a minute later. He picked Kurt up and instead of taking him to his room, put him on the bed next to Kitty's.
Jean cocked her head. "Why?"
"He'll sleep better near her." Scott was deeply troubled by all of this. Kitty was like a sister to him, Kurt was as tight with him as his own brother. Was there something he could have done? Anything that would have spared the both of them this mess? "Jean, can you read her? What happened to her in her head?"
"I didn't want to try while Kurt was still awake. I'll try now." she thought. She stood and put her hands on both sides of Kitty's face. While she concentrated, Kurt opened his eyes. He'd known Jean had nothing but good intentions, but he couldn't sleep now. He faked sleep, he had to know what was wrong with her.
Jean's eyes opened wide. "I-I don't think I can read her. This is too-too- oh, god!" She gasped, her hands grabbing hold of the bed railing for dear life. "Oh my god, what"-her whole body shook, and her knees gave out, her hands the only support her body had. "S-Scott, I-I-oh, god!" Suddenly her voice was not her own, but Kitty's. In a whisper so soft only Kurt's acute ears could catch it, she said, "Fuzzy, what have you done to me?"
Jean wrenched her head back, jerking herself away from Kitty. Scott immediately caught her, lowering her to the chair. "Jean? Jean, are you alright?"
"Too much, too fast!"
"What happened? Jean, what happened to her?"
"I-I couldn't take it in. it was like someone stuck a finger in a light socket. But no flying across the room. It didn't hurt so much as, as- completely overwhelm. I can't even begin to describe it. I wish the professor was here."
"Yeah," Scott muttered, "of all times to go to England."
She sat up still shaking slightly. "Scott?"
"Yeah?"
"I don't want to say this, but-Kurt is the reason. I don't know what he did, if it was a new power or something, but Kitty knows it was something he did. She'll be alright, but I don't know if things will be the same between them." He took her hand and they both walked out of the room to bed.
Kurt nearly broke down in tears again. He was the lowest form of life on this earth, and never had he wished to die more than at this moment. But he would not try anything until Kitty woke up. If nothing else than to let her do the killing. He cried himself to sleep, curled in a ball.
"God, Kitty, I'm so, so sorry."