(A/N: Hi everyone! Workin' super hard to kick up the gears and get this chapter done!)

John was blind. That is to say, he couldn't see anything after Kurt had flipped out and pulled him into the darkness. "I've put up with your jack shit for too long, you half-witted idiot!" A fist caught his shoulder, and his shoulder jerked forwards, and another blow- he couldn't tell if it was his elbow or his knee- caught him in the stomach. "All of you! I take all the crap you spew at me, and vhat do I get? NICHT!" He doubled over, trying to get away from Kurt. "Vhere are you going, John? Don't you vant to play vith me anymore?" A hand gripped his collar and yanked him backwards. John made a strangled choking noise and staggered back, then caught a hard fist in the face as his head rocked back. His hed was forced downwards, and his legs flipped into the air. He rolled over with a groan. "Kurt what the hell is wrong with you?" He pushed himself onto his hands and received a kick in the side. "No John, vhat zhe hell is right vizh me. I've never felt better." His voice was somewhere ahead of him and he saw the attack coming before Kurt could land the kick. His arm snapped out lightning fast and caught his shin. With the vicious snarl of a cornered animal he yanked Kurt to him and began to lash out. A loud BAMF split the air and John couldn't feel the ground. His head spun dizzyingly and he plummeted to the ground. They must have been nearly to the ceiling, because he fell along way and landed in a puddle with a loud crack, muffled by a splash as he landed in a puddle. Lightning flashed outside, illuminating Kurt for a moment. He was standing up straight, not hunched over like he usually was. His head was thrown back and his teeth were bared in a sneer of contempt. But what really disturbed John was what seemed to leer over his shoulder. A red face, complete with two curled horns and bright gold eyes and sharp teeth just like Kurts. John took a ragged inhale and rolled over. His chest was killing him. The lightning faded and Kurt was lost from sight.

Kitty frowned. As the lightning flashed, An image of John sprawled on the floor, Kurt leering over him burned into her eyes, the afterimage lingering in her eyes. Loud, sickening cracks, thuds, and the occasional 'ungh!' echoed through the sewer drain. Kitty flinched every time a sound echoed through the tunnel. Another flash of lightning illuminating Kurt punching John hard in the stomach. Kitty's eyes teared up. This wasn't her Kurt. Something was wrong with him. "What the hell is the matter with him!?" Laura cried, pushing past Jean, trying to get to the fight. Scott put his arm out. "Laura, wait. Kurt's gone nuts. If you go out there you could be worse off then John." Another loud crack followed by a cry of pain rang out. "But if we don't stop him Kurt'll KILL him!" Laura cried. Kitty pushed her sideways. "HE WILL NOT!" She cried angrily. Laura looked at her friend surprisedly. Kitty calmed down slowly, and another crack echoed though the dark, and another grunt of pain. Scott frowned slightly. "No, Laura's right. This has gone on far enough." He called into the dark. "KURT! Enough. You can stop now." The brutal sounds of combat continued, and another flash of light illuminated John punching Kurt in the face. Then darkness consumed the arena again. "Kurt! Stop! John! Enough! Fight's over!" No reply, just more sounds of combat. Scott powered up his visor. "Guys, that's enough. Stand down." The vizor cast a low glow over the five or so feet ahead of them. "damn it…" He grumbled. "Come on guys." He stepped out into the midst of the arena and was knocked back. He fired an optic blast into the air. It illuminated the arena for a moment, revealing the two still locked in combat. Bobby ran up next to Scott. "I got it." He froze a pillar to the ceiling in the middle of the room. Scott shot an optic blast at it, and the refraction of the ice caused a low red glow to fill the room. They watched Kurt deliver a series of vicious blows to a wavering John. He staggered back, coughed. Scott and the others rushed forwards, some grabbing Kurt, the others supporting John, who was beaten to a bloody pulp. Kurt growled, straining against his friends. "GET OFF ME! LET ME GO DAMN YOU!!" He snarled and lashed about, trying to break away from his friends. The light began to fade, and Kitty stepped up to her boyfriend. As the final light faded, she pulled her hand back. Darkness shrouded the X-Men and a loud 'SLAP!' rang out. Silence enveloped them.

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Kurt didn't leave John's side in the three days it took him to recover. He felt horrible. He could barely remember that night, other than the fact that he had enjoyed himself thoroughly. And that sickened him. He shivered again, looking at the awful bruises and cuts that covered John's face. He had woken up plenty, but Beast was confining him to the infirmary untill he was fully healed. Kurt knew John harbored no hard feelings. Kitty, on the other hand, wasn't talking to him. When he asked John about it (John was, after all, in a relationship with Laura. They did tend to have their fights) all he could tell Kurt was to 'try to do one of two things. Talk it out or wait it out. If you're gonna wait it out don't even put the tip of your tail outta line, otherwise you'll just be right back into it'. John was still weak, though. Kurt could see it when he talked, when he moved, even when he just sat there. Kurt broke the silence when John had woken up for the fourth time. "Vhy didn't you armor up?" He asked softly. John looked at him wearily, his abalone shell colored eyes glittering in the light. "Because… I can't." He murmured. Kurt was shocked. "I'm trusting you not to tell anyone, ESPECIALLY not Laura. Beast already knows…" Kurt realized something. "It was vhen Laura kicked you in the head, vasn't it? Zhat's vhy you don't vant her to know?" John looked at the ceiling. Kurt grasped John's hand in a brotherly way, smiling a bit. "Your secret is safe vizh zhe fuzzy dude." John laughed. Kurt could tell already, his friend would make a speedy recovery.

The only other incident came when Kurt, John and Scott went shopping. The mall was crowded, and so much bigger than their home mall in bayville. They split up, looking for food, essential accessories, and for a few people, some extra shwag. As John and Kurt were in the tools and appliance section looking for screwdrivers (So that Logan could fix his bike) a low static hum filled the air. John and Kurt both looked at each other with the same thought. Unfortunately, the TVs to the left of them exploded, and the radio section at the other end of the outlet went haywire. An electric current ran through the store, and a man with a green jumpsuit complete with a goggled mask with a face guard stood up on a shelf. "ALL RIGHT EVERYBODY HIT THE FLOOR!" His facemask peeled back, and Kurt groaned. "Electro!" Kurt had heard about him on the news every time his biggest idol Spider-Man fought him. John looked at him with a blank expression, not realizing they were the only two NOT on the floor.

"Who?"

"Dude, it's Electro!"

"Who's electro?"

"Only vone of Spider-Man's most dastardly fillains."

"One of his what?"

"His fillains. A fillain. An enemy."

"Ah." Electro was tapping his arm, looking slightly peeved. "Um, are you two brain dead or something? I said get on the floor."

"Oh man! Mr. Electro, I just vanted to say zhat I zhink you are SO COOL! Can I get your autograph?"

"Uh? My… my autograph? Um y-yeah, sure kid." John snickered quietly as Electro pulled his gloves back on and signed a piece of paper for Kurt. "There. Now get on the ground!"

"I was about to suggest the same thing, sparky!" A red blur flew into the room and into electro, slamming him across the room with a 'OOF!' and into a TV, which promptly exploded. Kurt's jaw fell open. "NO VAY!!" He took a half-step towards the man, standing confidently where Electro had been just moments before. "Eet's Spiderman!"

John squinted at him. "He's a lot shorter in person."

"Vell zhe camera adds a few feet."

"That's a few pounds, Kurt."

"Vhatever."

Spiderman was watching them curiously. "'Scuse me, but he is a big time super villain, and I am a big time super hero, you really should be running. No offense." John chuckled a bit. "I'm not the running type." Kurt was staring dumbfounded at Spiderman. "Hey, remember last monzh vhen everyone zhought you vere Peter Parker?" Spiderman turned towards him. "You really are a diehard fan, huh buddy?" Kurt nodded vigorously. "Can I have your autograph before you beat up your fillain?"

"My what?" A bolt of lightning slammed into him, sending him flying out the window. John raised his eyebrows and gave a low whistle. Kurt blinked. "Oops." John sighed. Electro leapt out the window after Spidey, and John and Kurt walked to the window after them. "Should we help?" John blinked, watching Spiderman nimbly leap over a bolt of lightning and kick Electro in the face. "Vhas?" Kurt said almost dreamily. "I said," John picked up a baseball that had been rolling down the hall. "Do we help him?" Kurt shook his head a bit. "Oh. Ja, of course." With a slight smirk John wound his arm back and pitched the ball as hard as he could at Electro. The ball hit his head with a dull thunk that made his head rock back. He snarled. "That. Hurt." He shot a bolt of lightning at John and Kurt. Kurt 'ported as John leapt over the side to the ground floor. "Eyes on the prize, Lightnin' legs." Spider-Man kicked him in the face. He leapt back. "Do you EVER shut up!" A bolt of lightning flew by the costumed hero as he nimbly leapt onto a pillar. "Not really. Ya just learn to deal with it." Electro snarled, but before he could launch another lightning bolt Kurt drove into him with a mall kart, teleporting just before it hit the villain. He reappeared next to Spiderman, his holowatch turned off. The hero coughed, waving the smoke out of his face. "Trippy. You must be a mutant?" Kurt nodded, surprised at his subdued reaction. "You're not freaking out?"

"I've dealt with a lot of things. Dudes with extra arms, super fat dudes with super strength, alien symbiotes that take over other people…"

"Vhat vas zhat?"

"Dudes with extra arms?"

"No, zhe ozher vone."

"… Super fat?"

"No, zhe last vone. Zhe… alien symbiote or vhatever."

Electro growled and blew the mall cart to pieces. Kurt blinked. "Vell, zhis should be fun." Spiderman nodded. "Hey, where'd your friend go?" Kurt dodged a lightning bolt and looked around. "Oh, John? Probably waiting for zhe right opportunity to strike." Electro growled angrily and ran at them. "I'm gonna FRY you!!" Suddenly, John dropped from the ceiling and slammed electro's head into the floor with a mammoth tomahawk punch, armor rippling and shining. The electricity died down. Electro groaned slightly as John armored down. "Well. That was easy enough." Kurt laughed. "So much for zhat fillain." Spiderman shook his head. "Y'know what? Forget about it." Kurt handed him the pen and paper. "Heeey, Xavier institute? You guys are X-Men!" Kurt blinked. "You know of us?"

"Yeah, I know the old baldy. And Shades, and Wolvie. Oh, and Storm." Kurt was in awe. "Do you vant to come back to zhe makeshift mansion?" Spidey cocked his head a bit. "Umm… sorry, but I've got someplace to be."

"Oh, Kurt understands. Thanks, Spiderman, but ah… we'll be going now." He glared slightly at Kurt and pulled him away. "Come on dude, let's get back to the mansion." Kurt shook his head to clear it. "Sorry John. Ja, let's go." He BAMFed and they were gone, just as the police arrived to carry Electro away.

(A/N: Well there you go! Worked my arsch off to get this done! Four pages XD. Well, enjoy.)