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CHAPTER 6

Alexandra froze, not moving an eyelash, not even breathing. She knew that voice…that voice had spoken to her in her dreams many times…a voice from her past. She slowly, ever so slowly, raised her head and found a pair of golden eyes, staring deeply into hers. In that instant their eyes met, the others in the living room felt electricity going between them. Alexandra gasped with a sob mixed with it. She wanted to run toward him, but her legs would not move. Her heart was slamming in her chest, part with joy, part with fear, and part with utter confusion. Her wet clothes were dripping all over the floor, but she didn't care. She didn't care about anything at the moment, except what was in front of her.

Jean looked at Alexandra, confused. "Do you know him, Alexandra?" The Professor laid a hand on Jean's arm, causing her to look at him and letting go of Alexandra's arm. The Professor gave Jean a look of knowing and seemed to say watch what they do.

Neither Kurt nor Alexandra heard her. They were staring so deeply into each others eyes, their faces contorting with many emotions. Slowly, with jerky, halting steps, Alexandra began to walk toward Kurt, who in turn was taking one step at a time, his hand gripping the railing in a death grip. Silent tears began running down Alexandra's face, but she took no notice of them; her face was as white as a sheet and her eyes were huge. Slowly, she extended her hands in front of her, still walking jerkily to him. When they met in the center of the room, and her hands touched his shoulders, Alexandra gasped loudly with utter shock at the realization of him being real…and alive. Still gasping and sobbing at the same time, her hands slowly ran over his shoulders, neck, and face. Kurt took her hands in his and was crying himself.

"But…..but you're……you're…….you're dead!" Alexandra managed to choke out. "Ze….ze fire….how did…"

"Liebe. Liebe, it's okay. I survived ze fire. I haff a burn mark on ze end of my tail to prove it." Kurt flicked his tail forward and it rested against her shoulder. Alexandra slowly grabbed it, too, and saw the end of it had been severely burned, but new blue fur was growing in the burnt patch. She touched it gently with her fingertips, and an icy pain shot up through Kurt's body and he was covered with goose bumps, but he didn't know if it was from excitement or the burn. Alexandra massaged the tail against her cheek, feeling its softness and warmth.

"I…take it you two already know each other," a voice said from behind them. Alexandra turned to see a tall teenager with red sunglasses and brown hair sitting on the arm of the sofa. Alexandra grinned weakly amidst her tears and softly said, "Yes, ve do. Ve go a long vay back." Turning toward Kurt, Alexandra's smile fell off her face. She said, "My love, it has been five years since zat day. Five years! All zis time, I thought you vere dead..." Suddenly, she pushed him roughly away and shrieked at him, "WHY DID YOU NOT TELL ME YOU VERE ALIVE!? I spent YEARS veeping for you, trying to forget but never able to! You vere all I thought about when zey took me…" she broke off, weeping too hard to go on. She crumpled to the floor, making a grab for Kurt. He followed her to the floor and let her sit there.

At that time, sensing an intervention was needed, Hank McCoy broke in. "Excuse me, everyone, but she needs medical attention. Those cuts and that broken arm won't heal themselves, you know." Alexandra looked up from her weeping to see a big blue furry man, much like a gorilla, except he was wearing glasses. She jumped a little at the size of him, but her feline instincts told her he could be trusted. Kurt looked at Alexandra with pain in his eyes, but she was still staring at Hank. He helped her to get up off the floor and they followed Hank to the medical room.

When they were gone, all the kids, Ororo and Logan looked at the Professor for an explanation. Xavier sighed and said, "They were kids back in Germany, their families were friends. She and her family were the only ones who could stand to look at Kurt, besides his parents. She fell in love with him and they spent many years together. But, I think Alexandra should tell her own story. Do not pester Kurt or Alexandra," he said, looking straight at Kitty Pryde who was known for being a bother sometimes. The Professor looked down the empty hallway where the three had gone and sighed again.

In the medical facility

Alexandra had been laid down on the bed, nursing her broken arm, so that Hank could administer care to her cuts. He stuck her with a needle, claiming that it would prevent infection, but he also had mixed a sleeping drug into the concoction. She hissed a little, but she soon fell asleep. She looked troubled in her sleep, and she was soaking wet from being in the rain for so long. Kurt sighed and pinned her against the bed while Hank fixed the broken arm, so that in case the sleeping drug had not worked fully she would not lash out and hurt either of them. But, he put the bone back in place and she made no noise.

"Don't worry, Kurt. She will only sleep for a few hours. I suggest you do the same," said Hank, seeing the sorrowful expression on Kurt's face.

"I think I am going to stay down here for a vile, ja?" Hank shrugged and walked out of the door, leaving the two alone. Kurt turned his attention back to his love and sighed. If only he told her…but he couldn't, he couldn't have told anyone he was alive, not even her. Kurt soon fell into an uneasy sleep, resting his head on her bed, holding Alexandra's hand.

Morning

Alexandra stirred awake and found the sun shining brightly in her face. She looked over, the sleep not yet cleared from her senses, to find Kurt sleeping against her bed, holding her hand. She stared at that beautiful sleeping face for a few minutes, pondering the last few hours since they saw each other again. Silently, she crawled out of the bed, taking little notice of the cast on her arm, slipped out of Kurt's grasp, and made her way upstairs to the main hall.

She took more notice of the place now that it was daytime. The walls were a dusty rose color with paintings and marble statues adorning the hallways. The carpet was almost the same color as the walls, except a little darker. It smelled like a well-lived in home, yet very clean and orderly. She reached the main entryway and found it rather larger than she expected. It was so beautiful to see, with that huge grand staircase right in the front, crystal chandelier hanging from overhead, and comfortable, stylish couches.

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