Note from teh G-girl:

Kurt (next to Logan, of course) is my absolute favorite x-man. I've always felt a bit bad for him that he was alone in that he has such an extreme physical appearance that he cannot hide (except for image inducer; and no, Mystic doesn't count, she can change her appearance at the push of a button), and I wondered what it would be like for him to meet another mutant who shares the same problem and experiences. So, I created my own mutant.

This is not a Mary Sue, by legal definition. It's more what I would call a "self-insertion" into a story. A lot of her personality is similar to mine, but a large amount of it is also taken from Kurt himself. She's just what the title sugests: a friend for Kurt.

Anyway, I know this first chapter is short, but read and review if you want to. More coming soon.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Sadly.

And now, on with the story:

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X-Gene Detected

Name: Unknown Mutant, unspecified

Age: Unspecified

Current Location: South of Paris, France

'Scott, prepare the blackbird. And find the other X-Men. A new mutant just revealed itself, and I have a feeling we might be needing more than luck on this one.'

Pain. It is all that I can feel, all that I can concentrate on. My focus is turned. She knows that now is the time to attack. And so she does. Again and again and again. I cannot fight back. I cannot keep up. The pain subsides for a moment. She stops, possibly to gloat over me, me and my destruction. The one thing keeping her from ultimate power shall soon be obliviated.

She does not know how wrong she is.

I look around at the decimated clearing. Everything burns from the heat of her flame. My very skin is on fire. My mind is consumed in an unrelenting inferno. My younger sister, Water, lies to my right. Her beautiful white feathers have been burnt to ash. Her gorgeous brown hair is no longer fine and straight, it is crimped and sooty. Her black, black eyes are closed forever. My brother, the only boy, Earth, lies to my left. His skin was once covered in brown plates of caked mud. They are now black and volcanic. His ruby red hair is vanished in the blaze. His bat like wings are broken; they will never touch the sky again.

And here I kneel, bent double with pain and exhaustion. My emerald green scales are dull and glinting. My dragon wings are torn asunder. My round, silver eyes see nothing but death and tears. My fangs grimace. My tail lies limp at my side. Blood runs down my hands and arms and back. The blood of the siblings I swore to protect. The blood I have failed. My blood.

I raise my head to see her laugh, a cruel and bitter laugh that makes me want to kill her here and now. Her hard, jagged scales of blood red death are glowing in the light of the fire. Her wings unfold in joyous torment. Her tail is striking the air, a victory dance, the diamond shaped opals in her eyes are leering, begging me to try to defend myself, taunting me, driving me into the pit of insanity even as my mind lingers . . .

I find the strength to stand. I clench my jaws and feel my fangs pierce my lips, the taste of blood upon my tongue. I will not die. I will not give up. I will not let her win. I will not give her the satisfaction. I run at her, swinging.

She is unprepared, and the force of my body as I hurl it at her, tackling her to the ground is sharp and jolting. I swing, ripping into her flesh with all my might. For a minute, I believe she is truly afraid; I believe she realizes that she cannot defeat me, the most powerful of the elements.

And then she reacts. And I am pain once more.

I hear the sound of man made engines, above my head and descending. Surely I must be hallucinating? There is a rush of wind, a cool and refreshing wind that seeps into my bones and lessens the pain. I pry my eyelids apart.

A few feet away, there is a plane. A large, black plane. Figures emerge from it, wearing funny costumes and shouting at each other. One runs and ice sprouts from his hands, distilling the flame that surrounds me. Another runs towards my siblings, feeling for a pulse they will not find. My brother is taken onto the plane. My sister quickly follows. I am approached by a bald man in a wheelchair. Beside him walks . . . an angel? He walks on tridactle feet, with blue skin and a long tail. He kneels before me.

I see two golden orbs. And nothing else.

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"Is she alive, Kurt?" Professor X asked with a little hesitation. Had they been too late?

"Yes, she is breathing. But, look at her, Professor. She –"

"Needs urgent medical attention. Quickly, bring her and we must be off, before the smoke attracts the local towns people," the Professor interrupted, and turned back towards the plane.

Kurt peered down at the young girl. She could not be older than 15, wearing dark blue jeans and a white t-shirt with brown boots on her feet. She looked like a dragon.

What would have been her flesh was emerald green, smooth fine scales covering every inch that Kurt could see. Her fingers had sharp little points on them, like claws, and there were monstrous wings that looked to be ten feet wide and five feet long, as shredded and tattered as they were. Her mouth was hanging open, bright white fangs contrasting enormously with her brilliant green scales.

You must have beautiful eyes, Kurt thought, lifting her gently from the ground. She did not stir, but Kurt saw the greet tail with it's three points and curved edges dragging along the ground, and he placed it in her lap beneath her hands.

He carried her to the Black Bird and allowed Storm to take her from him. He watched in utter fascination as she strapped her to a medical bed and put her on an IV and started wrapping her cuts.

He knew that the X-Genecould cause alterations of physicalappearances in mutants, but never had he seen one so exceedingly visible.

Except, of course, in the mirror.