(An: I'm glad with the good response I'm getting for this. I skipped a few updates because I was trying to make sprite comics. That's way harder than it sounds, really. And then of course I had a little brain skip with some bursts of inspiration... sadly not for this story but I'll be prompter.

Di: Didn't I give you a response? If I didn't, je suis desole, mon ami. (Did I spell that right?) And I'm still waiting on those updates.. ;)

HH: Compliments? Oh how nice.

TheRogueAuthor: I wondered if anyone was going to pick up on that... I read a collection the day before I wrote it and I couldn't resist...

Tsugath: ...Kitty/centaur? Now -there's-a paring I've never heard of. -daydreams- They would have interesting children.

Ishy: I don't like to torture Kurti! -huggles mini-blue elf- But then again I drag him into my stories so I guess that's bad enough.. -grin-

Fudje: With Kurt, who knows?

SperryDee: Andrei is the centaur. Did I forget to mention that?

Sick-minded Sucker: They aren't. At least, I think they aren't. The "burning" incident happened in another sound. Heirelgart is supposed to be used to Kurt.. that's what I picked up from the 'Nutter anyway.

S-O-C: Yes Kurt's family is so fun to mess with. As is Kurt in general. It's so -easy- to give him a complex, you see.. -evil grin-

ME: That would be truly creepy since he's an animated character and I'm assuming you're not.. unless you're from some freaky alternate uni... you're not, right?

Totally Obsessed47: More compliments! I burst with joy, really.)

THE WAGNER HOME, ABOUT A HALF-HOUR LATER

"I see," said Astrid Wagner as Kurt finished his full explanation. She shook her head, smiling. "My Kurti's growing up."

Kurt face-palmed, trying to hide his blush at the childish nickname. It worked pretty well, seeing as it was hard to see it anyway, with the fur and all.

"So Kitty's your girlfriend?" asked all three Wagner sisters in unison.

Kurt poked Kitty with his tail under the table. "Run while you still can," he advised in a whisper.

Rogue and Remy were both staring up at the ceiling.

"Is there something up there?" asked Johannes, also looking up.

"We find ceilings fascinating," said Rogue and Remy in unison.

Kurt shrugged at his family and mouthed, "Southerners."

"So, we really do need to get going," said Kurt.

Astrid and Johannes nodded. "Then begone," they said in unison and gestured at the door.

The X-people gave a group blink and, hesitantly, followed Kurt out the door. "Kurt," whispered Kitty, "no offense but your family's, like... odd."

Kurt gave a grim nod. "I know. That's why I try to go alone on my trips to Germany. Then I don't have to try to explain my family's... quirks."

"So where's this place?" asked Rogue.

"There's only one street in Heirelgart," Kurt pointed out as he led them down said street.

The jeweler's was a small shop. Kurt walked in. "Hello?" he asked.

"Coming!" came a small voice in German from the back of the shop. The voice belonged to an equally small man, with huge eyes that were magnified by the thick glasses he was wearing. He tilted his head back for a second to view them before scrambling onto a stool, from which he perched, blinking at them.

"Things've changed," Kurt whispered to his friends. "The other jeweler was much shorter."

The man cast a curious eye over the teenagers. "Is there something I can help you with?" he asked in English, his accent as thick as his glasses.

"Moira McTaggert sent us to pick up a piece," said Logan, now that he was assured of his sanity. He unfolded a picture of it and handed it to the jeweler.

He inspected it, holding it about an inch from his face. "Ah, yes, the power negater." He sprang down from his stool and walked into the back of the shop again, gesturing for them to follow. He had filing cabinets lining the walls in the back room, towering up to the ceiling. He pushed a rolling ladder that was about four times his height to one of them, muttering to himself as he walked.

He climbed up the ladder, opening a cabinet. "No, not there," he murmered. He jumped down from the ladder and for a second the others in the room thought he might shatter.

He took out a binder that was more or less his size and flipped through it. "Ah, there we go," he said. He walked back over to the ladder and repeated the process, this time with a cry of triumph when he opened the cabinet. He slid down the ladder this time, holding a small piece. He led them back into the front. "You can pay, I'm sure?" he asked, squinting up at Logan.

Logan pulled out Xavier's credit card. "You take these?"

The little man bobbed his head exitedly. "Of course!" He looked as though his brain might pop from excitement.

He carefully wrapped up the little square shaped whatever and handed it to Logan. He then explained a number of complicated things about how it worked, which everyone ignored.

"Well, dat wasn't so bad," Remy commented as they walked out.

Rogue was grinning, which everyone but Remy found rather creepy.

They walked back to the jet. Remy balked, remembering the not-so-nice ride there. Kurt and Kitty opened their mouths and Remy glared at him. "Either of y' make one comment and I'll blow up all your Beatles albums and Lockheed, got dat?"

Both teens squeaked and shut up.

"I think ya finally got 'em trained, Rem," said Rogue.

Remy didn't answer, as the jet was taking off.

Things would've been uneventful the rest of the way except that Logan had to veer to avoid a 747 and accidentally flew the jet into a fast-moving storm.

Needless to say, there was a good bit of turbulence.

Also needless to say, Kitty was doing a lot of accidental phasing.

And just as needless to say, one of those things was the part for the power negater.

There was a nasty sqizerk sound as the jet righted itself. Kitty blinked, and then realized what she'd done. "Omigodomigodomigod! Rogue I'm like so sorry-it-was-a-total-like-accident-omigod!"

"Kitty. Calm. Down," said Rogue. "It's. OK. We can just go back to that guy... right?"

No one answered. Logan was too busy controlling the jet, Kurt was too busy regaining his composure, Kitty was too busy having a "like" attack, and Remy was much too busy throwing up.

BACK AT THE JEWELERS

As it turned out, right wasn't right at all.

"I'm very sorry," said the jeweler with a rueful shrug. "I wish I could help you but I'm out. I don't have the parts to make a new one."

"Seems like dat's constantly our problem, eh, chere?" Remy murmered near Rogue's ear.

"Yep," said Rogue, her tone grim. "All right, where can we get tha parts for this?"

The jeweler blinked. "England."

"Oh, fab," said Kitty and Rogue in unison. Their respective boyfriends and Logan looked rather creeped out. The jeweler just looked confused.

"Ah think I bumped inta her in the plane," said Rogue with a shrug at the boys' stares.

Both guys nodded in comprehension.

"If you would collect them, I could make a new one," said the jeweler. He pulled another one of those gigantic binders off a shelf and thumbed through it. He copied something down in a notebook, ripped out the page, and handed it to Logan. "The parts can be found at that address." He handed them a map of England.

The group walked out.

"Nobody here's from England, right?" asked Remy.

(I think that was a tad short but it's normal length for me. Next chapter: Fun with Excalibur! If anyone could reccomend a good info site it would be greatly appreciated since my knowledge is somewhat choppy.)