Authoress's notes: this chapter is dedicated to all the Hugh-Hugglers and the Wolverine-Worshippers out there... (as well as anyone who likes Kurt!! Kurt-Carers?) Have fun!

I had a blast writing this chapter, really. The bit with Logan and Amanda came to me and wouldn't let go. I hope you find it as funny as I did writing it; you've got to imagine it just the right way… it played itself across my mind like a movie scene until I gave in and wrote it, you see. So, enjoy!

Reviewers' Response:

Pyro Lady – so you're not disappointed? :D I hope you enjoy the rest of the story!

OrLiRoXmYsOx55 - phew! do you have any idea how long it takes to type out your name...?? Anyway, gah, bad Halle Berry, bad! I think she was very good in the role of Storm, but we can't have the whole story revolving around her, can we? :::shakes finger::: No, no no.

Lea – ah, finally someone who realizes how wonderfully they'd get along! :::shakes hand::: Welcome to the insanity that is my X-Men fic. I hope you'll be entertained ;D

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RC – thank you! Glad it's not boring :) I'm afraid I have the tendency to write Mary-Sues every once-in-a-while; I'm trying with all my might not to let Amanda go MS.

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Chapter 5: "Logan, Kurt ... meet Amanda."

"So," said Rogue, as she and Storm lead Amanda down the halls, pointing out various rooms and showing her their uses, "what do you do?"

"I – my powers, you mean?"

Rogue nodded.

"Well… Professor Xavier says I have some telekinetic skills, and some telepathic as well."

"Just like Jean," said Storm, frowning slightly.

Amanda nodded. "Like her, yes, but definitely not that powerful. Hell, I wasn't ever sure I was a mutant until this morning." Had it really been just that morning? "I understand Jean was very special to you all."

Rogue nodded. "We all loved her. We miss her a lot..."

"Three years is a long time," Amanda said. Storm looked at her strangely.

"How do you know it's been three years?" she said, her eyes narrowing slightly in suspicion.

"Scott's not the only one who lost a loved one to the events of three years ago," Amanda replied, her eyes hardening.

Storm seemed to understand, and nodded sympathetically. "I don't think Scott's been the same ever since..."

"Neither has Logan," added Rogue.

Amanda threw her hands up in exasperation. "Who is this Logan person everybody keeps talking about?! Wherever I go, all I hear is Logan, Logan, Logan!"

"Someone called?" said a gruff voice from behind them. Amanda spun around to find a tall, muscular, solidly-built man in faded blue jeans and a white T-shirt standing behind them.

"Are you Logan?" she asked, eyeing the sideburns and windswept-looking hair approvingly.

"Yeah," he answered slowly, one eyebrow raised. "Who're you?"

"I'm Amanda," she stuck out her hand, which he shook slowly, one eyebrow still raised. "So, tell me... Who are you, exactly?"

The other eyebrow joined the first on its way to Logan's hairline. "I'm Logan," he said blankly. "Who is this?" he demanded, glaring at Storm and Rogue, both of whom were giggling hysterically.

"I'm Amanda." She raised an eyebrow at the giggling pair before turning back to Logan. "I just came in today. Apparently, I'm a telekinetic and a telepath. What do you do?"

Logan clenched a fist in front of her face and pushed. Sniktsnapped out the adamantium claws. "This."

Amanda blinked. Then a grin made its way across her face. "Cool. Anything else?"

"Yeah." Logan withdrew his claws from her face. "I've got heightened hearing, plus a hypersensitive sense of smell." He looked her over. "And at the moment I sense an empty stomach. I'm going down to the kitchen to grab a bite. You interested?"

Amanda's grin widened. "Sure," she looped an arm through his, and the pair of them walked off, Logan unwinding her arm from his with a barely disguised growl. Storm and Rogue had by now stopped giggling and now stood staring at the backs of their retreating figures in awe.

"What did we just witness?" said Rogue.

"I'm not exactly sure," answered Storm, and the pair of them promptly started giggling again.

-X-

Amanda gawked as she entered the kitchen with Logan. "Wow," she said, standing in the center and turning slowly on the spot. It was an enormous room: black counters all around, with exceptions for where the refrigerator, stove and dishwasher stood. Wooden cabinets lined the walls, elegant and simple. An island-counter stood in the middle of the large room. (A/N: I decided to alter the kitchen a bit; hope you forgive me ;D) "Wow," she said again, sitting on a stool at the island. "I think I need to sit down."

"What's up?" said Logan's voice from the depths of the refrigerator. "Never been in a kitchen before?" He came up with a carton of orange juice, for lack of anything better, and took a swig straight from the carton.

"Oh, sure," replied Amanda, swiping the juice from him and looking around for a glass. "It's just that – my whole apartment back home could fit in this kitchen. I'm not used to such standards."

"Yeah," Logan said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Took me a while to get used to it too."

"So, what is your story?" said Amanda. "I mean – hello. Who's this?" Amanda grinned at the blue demon-like figure that had appeared on the countertop, accompanied by a bamphand a small cloud of dark-blue smoke.

Logan groaned. "If he doesn't tell you himself, I'll eat my pants."

The blue demon smiled, revealing pointed white fangs. "And we wouldn't want to see that, I'm sure." He turned to Amanda. "Guten Tag. My name is Kurt Wagner," he said, and jumped off the counter, landing on the floor with surprising agility and grace, a long, spade-tipped blue tail following him. "But in the Munich Circus they called me The Incredible Nightcrawler!" he took a seat on one of the tall stools around the counter. "What is your name?"

Amanda grinned at his heavy German accent. She adored Europeans. "I'm Amanda. Professor Xavier brought me over just today. He says I'm a telekinetic and a telepath. That's some power you've got there," she added, indicating the still-disappearing, brimstone-scented blue smoke. "How do you do it?"

Kurt shrugged. "I do no know. I simply think about where I want to go, and then – bamph – I disappear." He clutched the rosary that hung looped at his belt. "Or at least that is what they tell me. Guten Morgen, Logan."

"Mornin', blue. Juice?"

Kurt shook his head politely. "Nein, danke. You know I always prefer water." He turned back to Amanda. "Can you use your powers yet?" he inquired.

Amanda shook her head. "No, not yet. I don't even know how to –"

"Ask the Professor," suggested Logan, taking another swig of orange juice.

"Mm," said Amanda, fiddling with the necklace that hung around her throat. "I suppose I could, yeah... Do you know how?" she turned to Kurt.

Kurt's golden eyes widened. "Me?"

"Mm-hm." Amanda nodded. "You teleport yourself, don't you? That's using your mind to transport yourself, in a way, isn't it? You move yourself; I need to move other things. Kind of similar, don't you think?"

"Mm, I suppose so... When I teleport myself, I think of moving, I think of the place I want to be ... and I move. Perhaps I can help... See that glass over there?" he pointed his tail at a glass sitting next to the sink. Amanda nodded. "Try and move it into the sink."

"Into the sink... how?"

Kurt shrugged. "I would not know. Think it. Think about moving it. Make it move. Bit by bit. Close your eyes, if you think it will help." He stood behind her and placed both three-fingered hands over her temples. "First of all, relax. Calm your mind. Now, visualize the glass moving. Will it to move."

Will it to move? Thought Amanda. How do I do that?

As though reading her mind, Kurt lifted his hands and said, "Slowly. Carefully. Ask it to move."

"Ask it to move?" said Amanda, eyes still closed. All right then... please move...? Amanda concentrated hard. In her mind she imagined the glass moving – just a bit – a bit to the right – a bit more –

THUNK.

Amanda opened her eyes. The glass had landed at the bottom of the sink with a dull thud. Amanda narrowed her eyes and concentrated on the tap. She took in a breath, and the tap turned on. The water streamed down into the glass directly below. When the glass was full, she exhaled, and the tap turned off. Amanda concentrated again. Bit by bit, the glass lifted, and hovered in the air, just a few inches off the countertop. It dropped gently in front of Kurt.

He looked at her, and she winked. "You said you preferred water..."

"Danke," he smiled. Logan rolled his eyes and hoisted himself off the chair, abandoning the juice carton on the countertop as he said, "Well, I'm off. Show her around, would'ja, Nightcrawler? You don't wanna get lost in this place, kid, trust me."

"I will," promised Kurt, and Amanda grinned at the though of being led around a mansion of such proportions by a blue-skinned, fanged, golden-eyed, pointy-eared, tailed man. What was more, she could now move things with her thoughts alone! Granted – only a glass of water so far, but it was something, right?

Amanda looked around for another glass. She concentrated hard on it, and gradually it rose off the countertop and floated over to her outstretched hand. She filled it up with juice and took a sip. "So," she said idly, letting her eyes run over Kurt's face, admiring the strange scar-tattoos that ran down it. She would ask another time. "Does everybody here have code-names?"

Kurt nodded. "Usually they come with the gifts we each possess. Herr Logan, for example, is known as Wolverine, for his claws and his hypersensitive senses. Herr Scott is Cyclops – he sometimes wears a visor instead of the glasses. It allows him to release controlled beams of energy. Fräulein Ororo can manipulate the weather; therefore she is known as Storm."

"And Rogue?" said Amanda. "She seems to have had a hard life."

Kurt nodded. "She has indeed. She cannot touch anybody with her bare skin, for she absorbs their life force. With mutants, she usually absorbs their gifts." He chuckled slightly. "She and Logan have nearly killed each other three or four times already – by accident, no!" he added quickly at her horrified look. "It was by accident. She somehow managed to get herself stabbed by his claws. But she absorbed his powers – among other things, Logan has the ability to heal himself almost instinctively – even bullet wounds."

"So she absorbed his healing powers... what happened to him?"

"He recovered; we all do. Merely a feeling of nausea for the first while – but should she hold on for too long, Rogue could very easily kill you."

Amanda shuddered. "That's awful. How does she – I mean, does she...?"

"She has a boyfriend, yes. Bobby. Iceman – he has the ability to create ice and is very comfortable in cool places. He is, however, rather sensitive to heat."

Amanda grinned. "Bobby... point him out to me when I see him, okay?"

Kurt nodded. "I shall do my best. In the meantime, would you care for that tour Logan mentioned earlier?" He held out an arm.

"Sure, why not?" Amanda grinned and took the offered hand. "Lead the way, Mister Wagner."

"Please, Fräulein, call me Kurt," he said as he lead her on one of the most amazing tours she had ever had the pleasure of experiencing – the White House included. The place was absolutely enormous. It had three levels, the first consisting of the Professor's office and the common rooms – which were quite nicely equipped with TVs, computers, jukeboxes, foozball and even a pinball machine; the second containing the cafeteria and the classrooms. The third level was the students' dormitories, and the teachers' quarters. Kurt showed Amanda the spare rooms which were available.

"So," he Kurt once the tour had been complete, "which room do you choose for your own?"

Amanda bit her lip, thinking back on the different rooms he had shown her. "Well... I liked the one with the blue quilt on the bed... And the second room, the one with the white curtains. And the one next to Logan's room was nice..." She disentangled the two striped chopsticks from the mess of brown fuzziness that was her hair. "I think I'll take the one with the curtains, yes. It's reasonably big, but not too large, and it's got the shower..."

"Wunderbar," said Kurt, smiling. "It's quite close to my room. Come. " He took her hand and led her to room with the white curtains hanging in the windows. "Settle in. Make this your home."

Amanda sat on the bed located under the window. "But I don't have any ... my stuff. It's all at home..."

"That's what we're here for, to take you shopping," said Storm as she and Rogue stepped in. "Nice choice, by the way."

Amanda grinned. "Thanks. We're going shopping?"

"Yep," said Rogue, securing her gloves in place. "We're taking you on a girls' day out."

Amanda raised an eyebrow. "Define 'girls' day out.'"

Storm sat down on the bed next to her. "You don't have any of your stuff here, do you?" Amanda shook her head. "Well then, you'll need something to wear in this next week, no? That's what we're going to do. I know a good spot for shopping. Reasonable prices, and good clothes."

"Sounds good," said Amanda, nodding. "I do need a few new pairs of jeans, even with the ones I've got at home... I haven't gone shopping in forever."

"Good, then," said Rogue. "This is an opportunity for you."

"Have fun," said Kurt, excusing himself with a banph and his cloud of sulfurous blue smoke. Amanda twisted her hair back up into a knot and secured it in place with the chopsticks.

"All right then," she said. "What are we waiting for?"

"The right opportunity to steal Scott's car keys," said Rogue, a sly smile on her lips. "It's the coolest in the garage. Usually it's Logan that goes around hijacking Scott's rides, but today we wanna to go shopping with style."

"With Scott's style, you mean," grinned Amanda.

"Yeah," agreed Rogue. "C'mon. I'm driving."

Authoress's notes: well then. The girls are off to have some fun. Did ya'll like the bit with Amanda and Logan, and Kurt? I just love those two. :::drools::: (Special thanks to Rowena Zahnrei for letting me copy all those German words :P)