Melanie with the Fuzzy
By: Cece Williams
((Disclaimer: I don't own "X-Men: Evolution" at all or the songs that are listed in here. I do own Melanie, my OC, and my own mind. AN: This is my first "XME" fanfic, so be kind. If the other characters act a little funny, don't hold it against them. Some Britney Spears bashing, NOT for Britney fans! Also, in this universe, Kurt's single, by the way. R&R!))
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Melanie Portman had never experienced anything like what she was feeling; she controlled the water of the Thames River from flooding. Some said it was a miracle, but others said that a mutant was among them. And they were right … to an extent.
Her parents were more shocked than relieved that their only daughter was still alive. I guess they just don't care about me anymore, she thought to herself.
The doorbell rang, springing her from her thoughts. She heard her butler, Michael, walk downstairs to answer it. Melanie peered outside her door, her green eyes looking towards the front door. Outside was an older man in a wheelchair, who seemed to strike a conversation with Michael. What is he talking to him about? she asked herself. She saw the front door close and the two men entering a room.
Curious as a cat could ever be, Melanie walked cautiously downstairs, her two-inch sandals making not much noise on the carpet. She had a towel wrapped around her shoulders and a wrap around her hips; she was about to go swimming. Michael came up behind her and told her that he would tell them that she had gone swimming. Nodding, she headed for the pool.
Somehow, the guy in the wheelchair sensed that she was at the pool already. Melanie didn't know what to think, she wasn't going to let some guy worry her. She took off her sandals, threw the towel casually on the chair, and dove in the deep end, staying under for a few seconds before rising.
Meanwhile, the guy in the wheelchair introduced himself as Professor Charles Xavier. He told the girl's parents that their daughter was a mutant.
"But that's insane!" her mother exclaimed. "Melanie's never been able to control water!"
Her father, on the other hand, looked at the Professor warily. "Both of us don't have this 'X-gene' as you call it," he replied. "What makes you so sure that my Melanie has it?"
Back at the pool, Melanie looked up and saw Michael looking at her. "Miss Melanie, your parents wish to see you," he said to her.
Part of her wet reddish-brown hair hung in her face as she pulled it back with her hand. "Okay, give me a few minutes," she said, getting out of the pool. She wrapped her towel around her chest and pulled her sandals on her feet. She walked, with Michael at her side, to where her parents were sitting … and also where the guy in the wheelchair was sitting with them.
"Father, Mother, what is this about?" she asked them.
"Melanie, this is Professor Charles Xavier," her father said to her. "He's going to take you somewhere so you can control your powers."
Her eyebrow raised, she turned to the Professor. "Just what powers are you talking about?" she asked him.
"Your ability to control water," he answered her.
Her hand went to her chest. "What?" she asked. "Sure, I love swimming and all, but controlling water? Doesn't that seem a little farfetched?"
"Farfetched, yes, but not impossible," the Professor answered her.
Those words stuck with Melanie as she was escorted to the X-Jet after she packed her things and left her home in jolly old England.
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The next day, the Professor called a meeting. "Everyone, we have a new student with us," he said.
A boy with blue eyes and hair sat in his seat on his feet with impeccable balance. "Vell, vhat's she like?" he asked in a German accent.
An older boy with red sunglasses popped the German boy upside his head. "Kurt, what makes you automatically think it's a girl?" he asked him.
"Call it a hunch," Kurt answered, shrugging while the others simply rolled their eyes.
A girl with her brown hair in a ponytail looked at him. "So, like, what's this person like, Professor?" she asked.
"She's really shy right now, so just make her feel welcome here," he answered. He looked back at the doorway with gentle eyes. "It's all right."
A girl with green eyes walked in. Her reddish-brown hair was just barely past her shoulder blades, and her bangs covered her forehead to almost her eyebrows. She wore a lavender cardigan, denim capris, black sandals two inches high, and a black choker. She raised her hand and waved slightly.
The girl with the brown ponytail walked over to her. "Hi!" she said to her. "I'm Kitty; what's your name?" She held out a hand to her.
She looked at her. Maybe she could fit in well here. "Melanie Elise Portman," she answered her, shaking her hand. "Melanie or Mel works fine."
"As in Mel Gibson?" she asked.
"Not even close," she answered her as the others walked over to her. "Big group you guys have."
"See?" Kurt told the boy with the red sunglasses. "I told you it vas going to be a girl, didn't I?"
Melanie looked at the one in the red sunglasses. Before she could ask, he answered her untold question. "I'm Scott, and this blue haired knucklehead here is Kurt. Don't worry; he's harmless."
"I'll have to be the judge of that," she answered.
"So, vhat's your power?" Kurt asked, looking curiously at her.
Melanie looked around at everyone. "I don't know; I might hurt someone," she said to them.
Protests came to her faster than a double decker bus in London. "Please tell us" and "Please show us" came to her ears. Finally, she sighed. "All right," she said. She closed her eyes and felt herself melting. The only thing that was left of Melanie was a puddle of water.
"What just happened?" Rogue asked. "Did she just melt or something?"
Melanie's voice shocked them all. "Not necessarily," she answered from her watery form. "You see, I can turn myself into a puddle of water and…" She started taking her human form again. "…Reform myself. Not only that, but …" She pretended to hold a teacup in her hand. "I can make a nice spot of tea."
Everyone started laughing, even Melanie.
"So, like, you can turn into water?" Kitty asked, mystified.
"Yeah, just don't step on me, okay?" Melanie answered, smiling. She was feeling a little safer around them all.
Another round of laughter filled the room.
"So, all joking aside," Scott said, walking up to the new girl. "Your power is liquidation?"
"That and I can spray blasts of water from my hands," she answered. "Depending on my mood, it ranges from cold to hot … really hot."
After a few more minutes of getting to know her, all of them were excused to do whatever they wanted, because that day was a Saturday.
Kitty showed Melanie her room. "Like, I hope it's okay with you," she said to her. She brought her mouth close to Melanie's ear, adding in a whisper, "If you need anything, Kurt's right next door."
Melanie blushed. "Kitty…" she hissed.
She smiled. "Oh, don't worry," she said and before Melanie had another word in edgewise, she left her room by walking through it.
Melanie blinked a few times and dropped her suitcase on her bed. The rest of her stuff was going to come in later that day. I can't believe it, she thought to herself. It's only been a day and I'm already homesick. She sighed, sitting on her bed. "I'm so bored," she said out loud, leaning her head against the pillows.
A poofing sound came from the foot of her bed; she sat up and almost fell off her bed to the sound of Kurt's voice. "Hi, Melanie," he said, sitting on the edge of her bed on his feet.
Melanie held a hand to her rapidly beating heart. She took a deep breath and looked at his human form. "Kurt, you scared me," she said, surprised at how he was sitting on her bed.
"I heard you zay vhat you vere bored," he answered her. He looked at her with his blue eyes. She still looked a little scared, but not that much. "Vell, I vanted to ask you if you, you know, vanted to, maybe ve could go out to a party or something."
Her green eyes shown with enthusiasm at the word "party." She loved them when she was in England, although she had to dress up. "The rest of my things hasn't arrived yet, Kurt," she answered. "So, I'm afraid I don't have a decent outfit to wear."
"You could vear vhat you have on," he answered her. "Please, Melanie; staying here on a Saturday isn't veally healthy for you."
She let the thought soak in for a while. Maybe getting out of the mansion would help clear her thoughts. She looked back in Kurt's eyes; they looked like they were pleading with Melanie. She smiled, nodding her head. "Sure," she answered, almost making Kurt fall off the bed from shock. "Just tell me what I have to wear."
"Vell, ve don't have to vear anything vancy at all," he answered her. "Vhat you have on is all vight." He stood to his feet and touched the holographic inducing watch that Scott told her about. Instead of seeing the normal looking boy, she saw a guy with blue fur, yellow eyes, and a spaded tail, definitely nothing like the Kurt that she was introduced to. "Sounds like something from a horror movie, doesn't it?"
"No, Kurt, I've seen worse," she answered, grabbing his furry shoulder, a smile plastered on her face. "Believe me, you haven't seen worse until you've seen Britney Spears in red spandex."
Kurt shook a little at the disturbing thought. "Vhat's probably vorse," he said, smiling at her. "I'll veet you downstairs in a vew minutes, Mel." With that, he teleported out of her room.
Melanie smiled; Kurt was one cute guy, although he had blue fur and everything, but still cute nonetheless. She dug into her bag and found her compact. She put on a small coat of powder and grabbed her lip-gloss.
After a few minutes, someone knocked on her door and Kitty phased herself through it. "Mel, come on," she said, wearing her normal outfit. "Like, Kurt's about to poof up here or something."
"Okay," she answered, walking down the stairs. Trying her hardest to mimic Kurt's German accent, she added as she passed him, "Vet's party!"
Jean, who had heard her accent, smiled. "Melanie, I think you and Kurt are going to be so cute," she said, her long red hair flowing behind her.
Melanie couldn't help but overhear Bobby's little joke, "Kurt and Melanie, sitting in a tree…" She cut him off, saying, "Bobby, get a life." She got in the car, sitting next to Kurt, obviously back in his holographic human form. Jean rode alongside Scott, who was in the driver's seat, and Kitty sitting next to Melanie. "Are you girls sure you two will be all right back there?" he teased.
Kurt laughed, wrapping an arm around Melanie's shoulders. "Yeah, they can't resist the fuzzy dude!" he joked back, making the others laugh.
They arrived at the place where the party was. Jean and Scott went on ahead, Kitty, Melanie, and Kurt walking in behind them. Before Melanie could ask Kitty for advice, she was gone.
"She probably sinks vhat Bobby sinks, too," Kurt explained as the music came to their ears. It was something that he could probably dance to, but he wasn't sure if Melanie could dance. He tapped her on the shoulder. "You know this song, Melanie?"
She smiled, nodding her head. "I have this song burned onto a CD back at the mansion," she answered, her green eyes glittering. She started singing the Japanese lyrics to herself; unluckily for her, Kurt heard every word she sang.
"Vhat's pretty," he said to her. "But vhat does it mean?"
"'Koori no Naifu WA Daite'," she answered him. "That means, 'Embracing the Ice Knife'. It's a Japanese song." She looked at Kurt, who looked mystified. "What? Did you think that just because I'm British, then I only listen to Elton John, the Beatles, and the Spice Girls?"
"I'm not implying vhat," he answered. "It vust shocked me, vhat's all."
After a few seconds of silence, they asked each other, "Do you want to dance with me?" Melanie and Kurt looked at each other, shocked.
"You do?" Melanie's question came out first.
Kurt's answer shocked her even more than her question. "Do you?"
"Obsession" started playing, and Kurt grabbed her hand before she could have a chance to answer. Both were hoping that no one was watching them. Although it was a short song, they could help but start blushing until it was over. They ran over to the wall.
"And you thought Germans couldn't dance," Kurt teased her.
"I wasn't implying anything," she answered, fussing up his blue hair. They leaned against the wall and watched as Scott and Jean were dancing to "Through the Night." They looked at each other and laughed at the scene before them. Evan was still trying to get Kitty to dance with him, but she kept refusing his advances.
During the song, Kurt looked at her while Melanie was singing another song that had started to play only a few seconds ago. It was from Garbage, one of Rogue's favorite groups. He couldn't believe it; Melanie even liked Garbage. She's one strange girl, he thought to himself. Trying to break the silence, he asked her, "So, vhat are you planning to do vight now?"
Melanie shrugged. "I don't know," she answered. She felt someone grab her shoulder; she turned her head and saw him. "You know, I should have brought a camcorder; seeing them dance was priceless."
"Yeah, but them taping us vould be even more priceless," he countered.
She smiled at him slightly. Her ears perked up, hearing a very familiar song that she hadn't heard in a long time. "Can you believe it?" she asked him. "I'm getting homesick after a day."
"Vhat's normal," Kurt answered. He looked at her; he didn't need Jean's powers to look into her mind. "You miss your home?"
She shook her head slightly. "Not much," she answered, looking at the floor at her sandals. After a few seconds, she added, "Okay, maybe a lot." She squinted her eyes shut, trying to bottle up her emotions. "It just hurts a lot."
"You know vhat?" he asked her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Maybe you need to lie down vhen ve get back home."
"I'm fine," she answered, although when she opened her eyes, she didn't look fine at all. "It's just been a long trip from London." She heard another song play, this time the one from The Bodyguard. "I just need to loosen up, that's all."
"How about vhen a vast song starts playing, ve veally get jiggy wit it?" He asked her, trying his hardest to bring that smile on her face again.
She smiled a little. "I think ve can do that," she answered in her horrible Kurt imitation.
He laughed at her attempt. "Melanie, you need a vittle more work," he answered her. He listened for a fast song; it was an oldie, evidently one that Melanie knew all too well. He laughed as she began to sing a little of the song "Build Me Up Buttercup."
She ended up tickled, to the point that she couldn't sing it. Since they had both drank three Vanilla Cokes apiece, they were going to dance it off. Kurt grabbed her hand and led an embarrassed Melanie to where Scott and Jean were. Jean saw that both were so full of Vanilla Cokes that they were singing it off-key.
"I see Melanie's made a new friend already," Scott said, laughing at the bizarre way Kurt was dancing with her.
Melanie didn't hear over the music, but she knew they sounded whack after that episode. "I guess I know firsthand that Germans can dance," she teased him.
"Yeah, and I know zat a certain British girl likes vis song," Kurt teased back at her. "I think ve're going to get blackmailed for a long time if vis gets out."
Melanie couldn't help but laugh. "Who would even think of doing that?" she asked.
After the song was over, they left to the wall again. "I told you veeded to get out of ze mansion," Kurt told her. "You're getting better alveady."
"Thanks for the idea," she answered him, smiling. "This is the first party I've been to where I don't have to dress up."
"Vell, get used to it," he answered her. "You still digging the fuzzy?"
"Whom else would I dig?" she answered just as soon as the rest of the group started to leave.
As soon as everyone got in his or her rides, Melanie almost fell asleep on Kurt's shoulder. Scott looked in the backseat at the sight and muttered an "Aww…" from his mouth. "That's so cute."
Kitty couldn't help it. "Like, Kurt, did you wear her out?" she teased.
"Vhat can I say? She digs the fuzzy dude," he answered, shrugging his free shoulder since Melanie had made herself comfy on the other one.
They got home, and after Kurt 'ported himself into Melanie's room, wrapped the blankets up to her shoulders, and 'ported back out to his room, he went to sleep. The next morning, Kurt woke up to a fit of laughter from downstairs. He looked at his clock. "Ah, man," he grumbled. "Eet's only six in ze morning." Sleepily, he 'ported into Melanie's room close to her bed. "Hey, Melanie," he said, shaking her shoulder. "Vake up, sleepyhead."
Melanie yawned and turned around, opening her eyes. Seeing Kurt, blue fur and yellow eyes, in her room made her almost fall off from shock. "Kurt, what's going on?" she asked him, finally catching her breath. She also heard the laughing from downstairs. Before she had a chance to wake up, Kurt had grabbed her hand and 'ported them to the common room.
A series of "Aww's" and "Look at them's" came from the couch, where they saw a tape of a guy and a girl dancing together. By now, Melanie was wide-awake; the two looked very familiar. "Kurt, that's us," she whispered to him.
He was now wide-awake as well. "Vhat?" he asked. "How did they tape us?" He looked at Evan, who had just turned around.
The others heard two people shout, "Let's get him!" They laughed when Melanie tripped him up and Kurt 'ported on top of him, pulling him to the floor.
Melanie smiled; maybe staying at the Institute wasn't going to be so bad.
"Okay, everyone, get suited up for the Danger Room!"
Or maybe not, she thought. She walked back to her room. If the Danger Room would help her powers, she was going to try her hardest to fight with them. As expected, Kurt was her partner. She smiled again. Staying here was going to be a pleasure, even if she did have to fight.
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((Well, that's the end of my first one with Melanie. Send me a review, please? I crave for those things about as much as I love chocolate.))