A/N: DAMN YOU MICROSCOFT WORD!!! I had spent like an hour writing this chapter and was in the middle of spell check when all of a sudden there was "error" and everything was lost. WHY!?!?!?!?!?!? Hopefully it won't happen again. glares at Microsoft
My original A/N: I hate Ororo. She killed Toad in the first movie and therefore doesn't deserve Kurt. For awhile I was considering killing her off. No, I'm not jealous or anything. I swear!
Bant says: DUDE! That was awesome! I love kurt and toad and they are so cute! I liked kurt before toad but who cares! This story rocks! Is there going to be any toad? Oh well there's Kurt and this girl has AWESOME mutations, your really very creative
Awww, shucks! You're too kind, Bant. I'm still trying to decide if Toad will be appearing or not… I think he might. Hmm… Thanks again!!
Now let's write this chapter AGAIN!!
The room had a burgundy carpet which beckoned to Charlie, begging her to roll on the soft material. The walls were white with the slightest hint of pink and the dresser, armoire, and nightstands were all mahogany. The queen sized four-poster bed had white covers and about five different pillows. Charlie's new room also had a walk-in closet, an adjoining bathroom, and two French doors leading to a balcony.
"This is..." Charlie searched for a word but couldn't find one suiting for such a room.
After checking the dresser, closet, and armoire she found they were empty. Charlie moved to the bathroom and found towels and bath supplies, filling the various cupboards.
She walked back into the room to find Captain rolling on the soft rug. With a smile she dropped to the floor and did the same, both of them purring with joy.
"Have you tried the bed," asked Charlie when they had stopped rolling.
"Yes," purred Captain as he lay on his back.
Charlie propped herself up on her elbows. "How is it?"
Captain rolled over to face her. "If you think the rug is good, the bed is like an orgasm."
"Captain, that was unnecessary," said Charlie as she got up and flopped onto the bed. "Oh, my! I take that back."
The young felinoid sunk into the bed. It took all her will power to climb off of it and go back to the bathroom. She closed the door behind her and surveyed the white tile room. The sink was marble and the bathtub had a showerhead. Charlie smiled and threw off her travel worn clothes.
After forty-five minutes of letting the hot water run over her, Charlie decided the grime was gone. She shut off the water and ended the unusually long shower. She wiped the fog from the mirror and gazed at her refection.
She studied her shoulder length brown hair and her peach and black striped skin. Charlie's tail swished around behind her. With a sigh she brushed out her hair, being careful of the cat years on the top of her head.
"Oh, shit!" Charlie has just realized she lacked clean clothes. "Captain, dearest and most loveable cat."
"Yes," came the arrogant response. "I'm here."
"I need you to do me a favor," called Charlie through the door as she wrapped her towel around her. No sound came from the bedroom. "I need you to go across the hall and get Kurt."
"What for," growled the cat on the other side of the door.
"Well," said Charlie with a sigh. "I kind of forgot I don't have clothes that I haven't worn for two weeks straight."
There was audible grumbling from the cat and a soft thud as he jumped off the bed. "How do you expect me to get through the door," he asked crossly.
"Come on, Cap," cried Charlie. "I know you can open doors."
More grumbling could be heard over the jingling of a doorknob. There was a little click and Charlie knew the door was open. She sat down on the edge of the tub while she waited.
Kurt Wagner had just sat down on the edge of his bed. His keen ears heard the shower from across the hall stop. He quickly tuned out and pushed the ensuing thoughts out of his head. If I keep sinking about her I vill have to add another symbol he thought. She is qvite beautiful sough, unlike anyone I have ever seen. Kurt smiled. "Except for me," he said out loud.
His thoughts were soon interrupted by the sound of his doorknob being turned. Slowly he got up and crossed the room. His three-fingered hand reached out and he opened the door. No one was there, not a soul in sight.
As he was about to close the door again a loud meow caught his attention. He looked down and saw the familiar tabby cat sitting in front of him.
"Ah, hallo," said the German. "Vhat are you do here?"
The cat meowed again before trottingaway and disappearing into the room across the hall. That was when Kurt noticed Charlie's bedroom door was open.
Hesitantly he walked across the hall, stopping in front of the door. Captain's head reappeared and looked up at Kurt pointedly. The blue mutant stepped across the threshold and looked around.
Charlie was examining her claw-like nails. They could use a sharpening she thought.
"He's here," called the voice of her cat.
Her striped feet carried her to the door. "Kurt? Are you there," she called out.
"Ja," came the German accent. "I'm here. Iz zere somesing wrong?"
"Uh.." Charlie hesitated. "I kind of took a shower and somehow overlooked the minor detail of clothes."
There was a short silence. "You… you have no clothes," asked Kurt, his voice sounded like it was right next to the door. "Vell, I could… Most of ze students are out tonight. Vould you be okay vith some of mein clothes?"
"Yeah, that'd be great," called Charlie while she tried to remember what he had been wearing earlier.
"I vill be right back," Kurt called before a bamf! filled the air.
Moments passed while Charlie waited and the acrid smell of the black smoke reached her nose. The nasty scentwas strengthened by another bamf! when Kurt teleported back into Charlie's bedroom.
"I vill leave zem on the ze bed and vait outside for you," he called before he slipped out of the room and closed the door.
Charlie opened the bathroom door and walked out to find the clothes he left her. It was a pair of orange and red striped pants and a t-shirt with "Munich Circus" scrawled across the front. Charlie smiled and shook her head before she quickly pulled the clothes on. Well at least they're comfortable.
She glanced at the mirror over the dresser and stifled her laughter. "Hey, Cap," Charlie said as she turned to face the sleeping cat. "How do I look?"
Captain opened one yellow and burst out into fits of kitty laughter. "You look ridiculous," he managed to mewl out between laughs. There was a soft thud as his laughing fit caused him to fall off the bed.
"Serves you right," sang Charlie as she opened the door.
Kurt was sitting on the floor, against the wall, his tail swishing around in front of him. When he heard Charlie's door open he stood up quickly.
"I am very sorry about ze clothes. Zey are all I have," he said quietly, his eyes down cast.
Charlie smiled at the blue German. "Don't worry, Kurt," he looked up as she spoke. "They're actually really comfortable." Charlie's smile turned to a grin, revealing her fangs. "I might forget to return them."
"Ach! Nein," Kurt cried in mock horror. "Zose are my favorite pants!"
Charlie laughed. "Kurt you're wearing the exact same pair."
His yellow eyes looked down. "Oh… vell I do have sree oser pairs."
"That's three more than what I've got," said Charlie with a grim smile. "All my stuff is at my old apartment."
"Tomorrow I vill take you to get your sings," said Kurt. He smiled, revealing his pointy teeth.
Charlie nodded and returned the smile. "You're a life saver, Kurt. I don't know where I would be without you."
The German's blue skin turned a bit darker and Charlie knew he was blushing. "Sie sind willkommen." At Charlie's confused look he translated. "You're velcome. Now, gute nacht mein freund."
Kurt bowed low as Charlie bid him good night. With a bamf! he had teleported away, leaving Charlie to stare momentarily at where he had been.
The moment her bedroom door closed Captain began to speak but without opening his eyes. "He was blushing like mad while you were in there. I wonder what was running through his head," mused the tabby. Charlie only rolled her eyes at him. "So," he continued with an air of feigned curiosity. "What do you think of the mansion?"
"I like it," said Charlie with a smile. "I think it could easily be home."
Captain opened an eye and looked at Charlie. "You like the mansion or the people living in it?"
"Cap, I have no idea what you're talking about," Charlie said as her face grew hot.
"Don't play dumb. He has blue skin, curly hair, pointy teeth, a tail, markings all over his face, pointy ears…" the cat trailed off. "You like him."
"I do not," said Charlie all too quickly and defensively.
The second yellow eye opened. "Charlie don't deny it. You let him cook for you, you never even let your roommate do that. You let him ogle you, you're going to collect personal items with him tomorrow. And, oh! Let's not forget the fact that you're wearing the man's clothes!"
Charlie's face grew hotter. "Even if I did like him, which I don't, what difference does it make?"
The cat smiled a kitty smile. "You're my human…er… mutant. I have to tease you. Not to mention make sure he's perfect."
"Thanks, Dad," said Charlie sarcastically. She paused. "So does he win your approval." Her attempt at an off-handed voice failed.
Captain sat up on the bed and said, "I don't have a reason to hate him." There was a slight pause as the cat thought. "By the way, asking me that counts as a confession."
"What," cried Charlie out raged. "How do you figure?"
Again the cat smiled. "Charlie, Charlie, Charlie. No one knows you better than I."
"Whatever," said the felinoid as she climbed into bed and pulled the covers over her head. "Good night, Cap."
"Nighty, night," was the last thing Charlie heard as sleep overtook her.
Finally got that done with. All that hard work...