A/N: So, it's a typical weekend for me. I'm sleeping in then going downstairs and watching some TV to wake up. Well, as usual I find an episode of Wolverine and the X Men and something occurred to me...Scott needs to stop being an ass! (it was a rerun of one of the earlier episodes)
Well, if you've read my other stuff then you know I'm a lover of the ass kicking Kurt.
Exhibit A: Crossroads
Anyway, this was born and I put it as a second chapter to Coming Home because it's in the same universe/time frame. Kay?
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Whip, whip, tap...whip, whip, tap...whip, whip, tap...
Kurt's tail continued to flip, hitting the wall occasionally as he stared blankly out the window. The grounds that had become so familiar a year ago looked the same, but were still different. Somehow remaining scarred even after rain and thorough gardening courtesy of Ororo.
He let out a sigh; he needed to stop falling into these depressing silences. They'd seemed to follow him wherever he went for the past year. Only when he finally found something to actually do, had they slowed. Only after he had found out that the X Men were being recreated had they nearly given up. And only after he had finally come to be with Kitty had they finally given up hope.
Yet somehow, amongst the X Men, amongst his family, had they found him again. Now, he was only trying to figure out why.
The sound of heavy footfalls made him turn just in time to see Scott stumble by the doorway, a bottle of beer clutched in his hand.
Kurt frowned, why had this become increasingly familiar?
The answer made him growl quietly, this was why those dark thoughts kept coming back. His family was nearly complete again, but parts were still missing, not physically but mentally as well.
Jumping nimbly from his position lying on the window seat he silently followed after Cyclops.
He shook his head when he smelt the alcohol on the former X Men leader. It made his nose burn.
Grimacing but shaking his head in an attempt to focus he trailed after Scott who eventually made it to a small sitting room, far from the occupied rooms of the mansion.
The broken hearted man dropped onto the couch and took a long swig of his drink.
Kurt shook his head yet again and jumped to land on the back of the couch, apparently Scott didn't even notice his presence.
"You know zat stuff isn't very good for you."
Cyclops choked on his drink and coughed a few times to clear his windpipe.
"Lord Kurt, don't do that!"
Nightcrawler shrugged and moved to crouch on the armrest.
Scott didn't look to him, giving Kurt the opportunity to swing his tail around to grab the bottle of beer.
"Hey!" Scott grabbed for the drink but Kurt kept it away from him, his expression showing no signs of worry or anything else that might reveal he was having a hard time playing keep away from his friend.
"Vhy do you drink zis stuff anyvay?" he questioned, holding the three quarters full bottle to the light, a contemplative expression on his face.
Scott sighed in an annoyed way, "Does it matter?! Just give it to me!" he grabbed for the bottle again only to have it pulled from his reach.
It was Kurt's turn to sigh as he stood on the armrest to walk along the back of the couch. "You could easily die from alcohol poisoning Scott."
"Again, does it look like I really care?"
"Jean vould care." Kurt said flippantly.
Scott's next move wasn't completely unexpected as he tackled Kurt from the couch and slammed him up against the wall. Nightcrawler didn't even blink as Cyclops got in his face and whispered harshly.
"Don't talk about Jean."
Kurt sighed before using his tail to grab Scott's wrist tightly. The former leader was stunned as the smaller man reversed their positions so Kurt had Scott slammed up against the wall.
His chest throbbed from where it made contact with the wall and he grunted in pain while Kurt positioned his hand on the back of his neck, holding him in place. If he struggled, Kurt would be able to cut off his oxygen supply without even trying.
"How'd you?"
"Vhat, you think I spend a year traveling and don't learn a few tricks?" there was an almost teasing lit underneath the seriousness that was held in Kurt's voice.
"Vhen are you going to vake up?"
Scott replied in a confused tone, "What are you talking about?"
"Scott, really? Since vhen do you drink, no since vhen do you act like zis? Like some kind of ass who just sits around feeling sorry for himself." There was now an angry edge to the elf's voice.
"Vhy the hell do you keep everyone else vorrying for you?"
"What do you mean?" there was genuine curiosity in Scott's voice.
"Are you really asking me zat question?" When Scott didn't reply Kurt continued. "Ve're all vorried for you. You vere never like zis before. Ve know zat it hurts to not know vhere Jean is, ve know eet's hard for you, but you need to snap out of it!"
He took a quick breath in an attempt to steady himself, "You need to get a grip on yourself! Stop vith the pity party, it's ridiculous! Stop crying poor me, poor me, my life is over! If you miss her so much, stop vhining and start vorking vith us so ve can find her!" his voice had risen to a yell and it felt like a slap to the face for Scott.
Kurt sighed and let him go, stepping back.
"Stop acting like your ze only vone in the vorld who cares about vhat happened to her. Or better yet, start helping us so ve can stop vhat might as vell be ze end of ze vorld!" Kurt teleported away, leaving Scott staring at a quickly dissipating cloud of smoke.
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Nightcrawler reappeared in the gardens. He growled to himself and started stalking through the bushes and flowers.
"Kurt?" Kitty's voice floated over the flowers and he looked to see her sitting on a stone bench with a book on her lap.
He gave her a small smile, "Hey Katze."
She stood, leaving her book on the bench, "What's up?"
He sighed, running a frustrated hand through his hair, "Nozing."
She cocked an eyebrow and leaned up, placing a lasting kiss on his lips.
She pulled away slowly and he caved, "Scott's just being irritating."
She gave him a sad smile, "I know, but what can we do?"
He gave her a warm smile in return and wrapped an arm around her, guiding her back to the bench where they sat side-by-side, "I guess you're right."
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"Is everyone ready?" Hank questioned as he adjusted a few settings in the control room. The team was going to run a training simulation, and as always everyone but Cyclops was accounted for.
"You know it Hank!" Bobby called up.
Just as Hank was about to start the sim, the doors to the Danger Room opened, letting a fully uniformed Scott inside.
Everyone stared at him in shock, but Kurt just smirked.
"Am I late?" he questioned, taking his position.
Bobby shook his head slowly, trying to actually make sense of the situation.
Emma appeared next to Kurt, a small smile playing on her lips.
"Remind me not to make you angry." She said softly before walking back to her place.
Kitty looked at him, a question written on her expression but he just shrugged, grinning.
Hank shook himself, "Uh, alright...begin."
And the X Men were off.
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A/N: Yeah, the ending sucked a bit, but oh well, I'm happy with it.