Kurt stood there for a second and thought about running after her.
Nein, he thought, she probably vouldn't vant me to.
--*--*--
Tegan flung herself on her bed.
"WHY?!" She yelled. "Why did it happen AGAIN?!" She rolled over on her side. She felt like crying.
NO! She ordered herself. You will not cry! She hated it when she cried. It made her feel little again and feeling little again only brought back memories of–
No! Don't think about it. Tegan buried her head into her pillow. Get a grip, Tegan! So you can always control you're powers, that's why you're here. So you embarrassed yourself in front of the cutest blue guy in the world. No big deal.
Tegan groaned. She hated the fact that she had to be saved. She should have been able to take care of herself. She was mortified.
--*--*--
"And she just ran off?" Jean asked, a little surprised.
Kurt, Kitty, and Jean were sitting in the library. Kurt had come in looking depressed, so they asked what was wrong and he told them.
"Vell, you can't really blame her. I guess my blueness freaks her out,"
"Kurt," said Kitty, "You're, like, being so over dramatic! Remember when I first came here? I just needed a little time and now we're best buds. She was just embarrassed!"
Kurt shrugged. "Okay, but vhat should I do next time I see her? Vhat if she avoids me?"
"Well," said Jean, "I suggest you just be nice to her. Smile, wave, say hello, and when you guys know each other well enough ask her to hang out sometime. I bet she'll say yes."
Kurt sighed. "I hope so,"
Kurt teleported to his room.
He thought about when he saved Tegan. When he saw her fall, when he heard her scream, when he saved her. She seemed so scared, clinging to him and shaking like that. Kurt hadn't known what to do then, so he held her.
He tried to convince himself that she was probably okay, now that she had the time to calm herself.
He was still worried about her.
--*--*--
Tegan peeked out of her door.
It was late, and she couldn't sleep, so she decided to take a walk.
It was nice being alone again. Just her and the air. She smiled as she made a mini hurricane in her hand. That was one thing she could control. She could it as big or as small as she wanted, but she often wondered what would happen if she made it too big. Would she lose control of it? Could she gain back her control if that happened?
Tegan closed her hand, sending the wind of the little hurricane in other directions. She didn't want to think about her losing control again.
Tegan still blushed at the memory.
She froze as she heard something.
It sounded like….typing….
She fallowed the sound until saw a man in a wheelchair, and she knew in her gut that it was Professor Xaveir. He was typing on a simple laptop.
That doesn't look like Cerebro….Tegan thought to herself as she remembered how the professor said he found her. It looks like a laptop, or maybe that's what he wants you to think!
"No, this is not Cerebro," said the professor, looking up. "I'm simply looking up some plants I would like to plant around the mansion."
Tegan gasped and tripped over her baggy night pants. "H-H-How did you?"
"I can hear peoples' thought," he smiled at her, and Tegan thought it was a smile she could trust.
"And I know almost everything that's going on in this household, so don't think you can get away with anything." He said with a wink.
"Does that mean you know about me losing control," Tegan said, even more embarrassed and ashamed.
He nodded. "Yes, but don't feel ashamed. Everyone loses control now and then, if you didn't you wouldn't have to be here. Just remember, you can't let it get to you or else you'll never be able to learn from your mistakes."
Tegan nodded. "Okay….Professor, its late so…."
"Yes, yes, go to bed if you'd like." He returned his attention to his laptop.
Tegan turned to go, but the Professor said, "Oh and one more thing. Kurt's very worried about you. Maybe you should tell him you're okay tomorrow, hmm?"
Tegan blushed and nodded.