A/N Whoo this is a longer part. Wow. I am kinda unsure about its quality though. Also the fic is
starting to include Scott and Lance more. Oh and yes it is definitely gone off in a different path
than the series. And since this is a fan fic, I have taken the liberty of ignoring the Amanda is
Jimaine is Daytripper thingy. Is confusing to me. So being this IS a fan fic, some might not like
the Amanda in this.

Disclaimers: Does anyone else remember watching My Little Pony? I miss that show.

Translations:
Es tut mir leid: I'm sorry
Ach ja, ich sehe: Of course, I see
Sie wissen?: (formal) You know?
Vielen Dank!: Thank you very much!
Ich bin nicht ein Nazi: I am not a Nazi.
Warum hast du es gemacht?: Why did you do that?
Du bist ein Dummkopf: You are an idot! (Literally: You are a dumb head)
Sehr, sehr dumm!: Very, very stupid/dumb
Warum: Why?
Ich weiss nicht was zu machen: I don't know what to do
Ich bin verloren: I am lost.
Bitte, helfe mich, Scott, bitte: Please, help me Scott, please

xxx
Part 6: Fascist Normality
xxx

Kurt teleported directly into the lobby of the Institute. Hank was walking out of one of the doors
and started at the sight of the teleporting mutant. "My stars and garters, Kurt! You gave me a
fright!"

Kurt rubbed the back of his head, embarrassed. "Es tut mir leid, Herr McCoy."

Hank waved off his apology. "So, Mr. Wagner, why are you here and not at school?"

He held up his watch, "It started to go out on me. It's been doing that a lot lately." he looked up
as a thought struck him. "Wait! Why was Scott at school today? He said that you made him stay
home from school today."

It was Hank's turn to look embarrassed. "Well, Scott seemed to want to head to school today. He
was watching TV and suddenly jumped up and demanded that he had to go to school. So against
my better judgment, I let him. I told him to take it easy though."

"Funny, he never said anything. Why did he want to go so badly?"

Hank shrugged. "I am not sure exactly but it may have something to do with what he was
watching on TV."

"What was that?"

"The news."

Kurt nodded in understanding. "Ach ja, ich sehe. You heard about the riots right?" Hank nodded.
"Well, we were worried that it would all spread to Bayville, Sie wissen?"

"Yes, and let me guess, Scott was going to look into it and apparently he saw that it had come to
Bayville?"

Kurt hung his head, "Ja, Herr McCoy. It has come to the high school. In fact a student is holding
a meeting after school to see what we can do 'about the muties', as he puts it. We were all going
to go, because he said that those that didn't show were mutants or mutant lovers."

Hank nodded again. "Well you have a couple of hours before school lets out, hand over your
inducer and I'll fix it up for you."

"Vielen dank! Herr McCoy!" he handed the big blue mutant his image inducer and teleported up
to his room, to finish that now late essay.

xxx

Amanda Sefton sat in her math class, staring at the empty seat next to her. She couldn't believe it.
That Kurt Wagner had disappeared in a puff of smoke right before her eyes. She had always
thought that there was something different about him but tho think that he was a mutant was a
whole new idea. But now it made sense. He would never let anyone except his Institute friends
touch him and he never hung out with any other groups. But now she knew his secret.

Duncan would want to know.

xxx

Scott was worried about the crowd. Duncan Matthews's was large, with an even larger yard. But
the large space seemed very cramped at the moment with the entire high school student body
standing or sitting around, waiting for the meeting to start. Scott looked down next to him where
Kurt sat crouched in his Nightcrawler-style. He was worried that some one was going to feel
some fur soon.

Luckily, members of both the X-Men and the Brotherhood stood around him, and since Todd was
with them, people gave them a wide berth because of the smell.

"Let's get this started!" Duncan's voice rang over the microphone. Scott sighed wearily, at the
fact that Duncan had a microphone.

There was a cheer at his words so he had to wait until it died down. "Okay, we are here to figure
out what to do with mutants! We all saw what they are capable of! Killing kids! They are a
menace!"

The crowd went wild.

"Welcome to the Third Reich," Jean muttered under her breath.

"Does anybody have any idea what we could do?" Duncan called out over the crowd.

"Does anyone know if there are any here in Bayville?" someone asked.

"Good question!" Duncan replied. "We should ask Principal Kelly to make us a list with the names
of any mutants that attend the high schools!"

His plan was met with wild cheering.

"I know a mutant." a quiet voice parted the crowds.

Duncan narrowed his eyes and searched for the owner of the voices as Scott got his breath caught
in his throat. Amanda Sefton pulled herself up to where Duncan stood.

"I know a mutant." she repeated.

"Do tell." Duncan grinned maliciously.

"Kurt Wagner."

xxx

Rogue choked on the gum that she was chewing when she heard the name spoken into the
microphone. Every head turned and looked to where Kurt was sitting. Kurt had a wide-eye look of
shock on his holographic face.

He slowly stood and brought his hands up to his chest. "Was?" he asked in German.

Duncan had been striding over to where the group stood. Jean intercepted him. "Hey, Duncan
leave him alone." she started.

"Out of the way Jean, I don't want you near this piece of shit." he forcefully moved her to the side
and then proceeded to shove Scott to the ground. He had reached Kurt.

He reached down and grabbed Kurt by the lapels of his over shirt and pulled him up to his face. "Is
this true?" he hissed into Kurt face.

Rogue made a move to get close to him, but a bunch of people had come around and separated her
from the group. "Teleport, Kurt, teleport." she whispered.

When Kurt didn't answer, the crows took this as an affirmative. Duncan looked livid as he shook
the smaller boy. "So little Nazi, what are your mutant powers?"

Kurt stared at him with an expression that bordered on anger and pure fear.

"Answer me!" Duncan shook him harder and then tossed him to the ground. The circle tightened
around the two as Rogue got pushed further away.

A swift kick was delivered to Kurt's ribs as he still remained silent.

"Ich bin nicht ein Nazi." Kurt managed to hiss through ragged breaths.

"What are your goddamn freak powers?" Duncan demanded again, reaching for the prone boy.

Kurt rolled out of his reach and did a hand spring to his feet.

"Leave me alone." he whispered fiercely.

Rogue saw a nameless jock sneak up behind Kurt. She made out to call out but it was too late as
the jock impacted the back of Kurt's head with a rock.

xxx

Pain exploded in the back of his head and colors flashed so brightly that he felt dizzy. He didn't
even feel it when he hit the ground. Everything darkened a bit but Kurt managed to lift his head
slowly up again.

'Porting was now definitely not an option at the moment. He couldn't bring himself to concentrate.
He looked at Duncan numbly as he began speaking again.

English was escaping him. When the rock made contact with his head, everything became harder,
especially translating English. At the current moment, Duncan was speaking gibberish to him.

- Kurt just teleport out of here!- Jean's voice ripped through his confused mind.

- I...I can't Jean, help me...- he pleaded to her.

"Duncan stop!" he heard Jean cry out. Kurt looked back up in time to see Duncan holding the rock
this time. Kurt cringed and pulled his body as far way as he could.

"What the fuck?!" Duncan shouted. The rock that he had been preparing to throw was now
floating in the air, controlled by Jean's telekinesis.

"The mutie's doing it!" Some one cried.

The sight of the floating rock infuriated the crowd. Kurt tried to use the distraction to try and
stand up. Everything was still blurry and he could feel wetness seeping down the back of his neck.
Before he had even got to his knees, a rough hand snapped out of the crowd and pulled him
roughly to his feet again.

"Put the rock down!" a burly senior breathed into his face. Kurt cringed at the smell of someone's
too close breath.

- Jean please put the rock down!- he mind called to her desperately.

He vaguely heard the rock fall to the ground as he was spun quickly around to face the seething
Duncan again. Kurt wondered desperately why hadn't Scott jumped in yet? Or Evan or Kitty or
anyone? Why was he thrown to the mob?

Duncan took him away from the senior that was holding him and drug him up to the makeshift
podium where the microphone stood. When he was up there, he could see why no one had
physically helped him yet. The X-Men and the Brotherhood were being contained by what
appeared to be the Bayville High varsity football team, minus Duncan of course. Scott was even
sporting a quickly darkening bruise that covered the lower part of his jaw.

Duncan was speaking but Kurt had stopped listening. How had this happened? That Amanda girl,
was she the one from his math class? How had she known? Why had she told everyone?

Kurt was brought back to what was going on around him as he heard the crowd start to chant
something. He desperately tried to translate it.

"Lynch him! Lynch him! LYNCH HIM!" the mantra was shouted over and over by the majority of
the crowd.

'Lynch?' he thought. He suddenly remembered studying in history the Civil Rights movement and
the horrible stories from the South where families would come home and find family member
hanging in the trees. There was even a song about it by a jazz singer, "Strange Fruit" or something
like that. 'Lynching was something from the past, why would people do this in this day and age?'
he wondered desperately.

But then again, people tried to burn him at the stake too.

Some handed Duncan a rope...

xxx

Scott watched helplessly from behind a muscular arm. He couldn't do anything as he watched his
friend fall into the mob. He HAD to do something!

Lance moved closer to his side and leaned in to whisper in his ear. "Shades, you have to help
Blue."

"I know," he whispered vehemently back to him. "but what can we do, Shake-down?"

They were both distracted by the crowd's surging into the chant of "Lynch him!"

"Oh God, they're, like, gonna kill him!" Kitty cried out softly.

"Not if I can help it, Pretty Kitty." Lance growled and Scott saw his eyes roll back in his head as
tremors started beneath their feet.

The crowd cried out in shock as the tremors turned my violent. They turned their attention away
from Kurt and over to where Lance was standing.

"Oh God! He's a mutant too!" a random girl shrieked.

Scott looked over at Kurt as he tried to maintain his balance through the quakes. Duncan was
holding on to a rope that was looped around the young mutant's neck. Scott knew that Lance was
buying them time to act but he couldn't last much longer holding that quake. Throwing caution to
the wind, he aimed his sight to the middle point of the rope, between Duncan and Kurt, and ripped
off his sunglasses.

The optic blast blasted the rope at the same moment when Lance's earthquake cut off and he
dropped to his knees. Screams rang out over the assembled students as the rope was blasted out of
Duncan's hands and away from Kurt's neck. And finally Kurt did what they were all waiting for.

*Bamf*

Scott heard the tell-tale sound and he smiled as he put his glasses back on. But the sight that
greeted him was far from welcoming. Whispers raced from person to person. Comments like:
"That Lance Alvers and Scott Summers are also mutants!" "My gawd, I have Physics with him!"
Duncan had stumbled to his knees when the rope was blown away. "Get those two!" he screamed.

The football team that had been confining them turned sharply on the two boys. Lance glared and
smirked at the approaching kids. "Get any closer, losers, and I'm gonna rock ya!" he swore.

Before he could make do on his words.

*Bamf*

Kurt reappeared between Lance and Scott. He quickly wrapped his arms around them and 'ported
out of there.

After the initial wave of nausea passed, Scott realized that Kurt had 'ported them to their cars.

Lance growled with fury and slammed his fist down on the hood of his Jeep. Scott just shook his
head and slumped against his car. Kurt, Lance, and himself had all just been outed at the mutant
menace of Bayville High.

Kurt spun angrily on Scott. "Warum hast du es gemacht!" he screamed. "Du bist ein Dummkopf!
Sehr, sehr dumm!" Kurt lashed out and struck his fists against Scott's chest.

Scott didn't stop him, he wasn't hurting him, just taking out general anger on him. "Warum? Ich
weiss nicht was zu machen. Ich bin verloren." suddenly he broke down and began sobbing. "Ich bin
verloren. Bitte, helfe mich, Scott, bitte." his German was simple enough that Scott could translate.
And his heart broke. All he could do was hug the sobbing boy.

Lance was watching them, with a confused look on his face. "What was he saying?" he asked
gently, very unlike Scott had ever heard him.

"'Why did you do that? You are an idiot. Very, very stupid. Why? I don't know what to do. I am
lost. Please, help me Scott, please.'" Scott translated numbly still holding Kurt. "We need to get
back to the mansion."

Lance nodded gravely. "Pietro has a copy of my Jeep keys, telepath-talk with Red tell her we got
home."

Scott nodded and opened his car door and gently rest Kurt in the backseat. He felt lucky that the
street was packed with so many cars that they had to park a couple blocks away. He gestured to
Lance to hop into the front seat.

As he was revving the engine, a wind picked up and Pietro was suddenly standing before them.
"Are you guys leaving?" he asked in a rush.

"No," Scott retorted sarcastically, "we're hanging around until Duncan gets over here. Him and his
Happy Mob."

Pietro snorted and dismissed him. "Lance, the others got out, man, the students are looking for
your head on a platter!"

"I figured."

"Jeanie and Rogue are getting them over here, I just was sent to see what we were doing."

"Going back to the Professor's." Scott cut in. "You all take Lance's Jeep."

Pietro raised an eyebrow. "How are all of us gonna fit in that piece of crap?"

"Manage!" Scott threw the car in reverse and drove off.

Pietro remained by the Jeep until the other caught up with him.