Kurt held her close to him. He kissed her forehead.
This was the first thing about her past she had told him.
"Emery," he cooed. "It's okay. You're here now, with me, und I'm not going anywhere."
She wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his neck.
"Is he the only one that's ever called you Em?"
She nodded.
"I'm nothing like him Emery. I'm not going anywhere. I think your tail und ears are niedlich. I like them. It's as if you are made for me."
Kurt wrapped his tail gently around hers, and one hand strayed from her back to the top of her head, where he massaged the base of her ears with his fingers. She melted beneath his hands, relaxing and purring.
Kurt woke up the next morning, still on the couch, to a pillow being thrown against his head.
"Would the two of ya'll get up. Remy sent me to get Emery; she's late for Target Practice," Rogue yelled at the two of them.
Kurt shook Emery. "Wake up Em."
'I'm awake,' she shot mentally.
"Up, up, let's go," Rogue said pulling Panther to her feet. "You're late for Remy's target practice."
Kurt caught the look in Emery's eye as Rogue dragged her outside to the range. He sighed in exasperation, "Oh boy."
He teleported out to the range, in time to see Rogue dragging Emery across the yard. Well, Rogue was still getting her way, still alive. That meant that Emery was reeling in her temper. Granted, she had started to lay off Rogue more so than the others one she learned that he and Rogue were practically siblings. The Professor, Rogue, and he were the only people she was opening up to. He needed to think of a way to get her to trust the rest of the x-men. Maybe the Professor was right, and getting her into classes would push her to do so.
"Get out of my head suga'," Rogue told Emery.
Emery pulled her mind out of Rogue's. Oh, this no mental communication situation was going to be annoying.
"I can get there myself Rogue."
"Do you know where it is?"
"...No."
"Then I'm bringing you there."
"Whatchu doin' here?" Remy asked. "You're not scheduled for my class," he said in his thick Cajun accent.
"I don't have class for a few more minutes. I vanted to make sure Emery vasn't going to freak out on mein sister."
"Cherie can handle herself."
"No she can't."
"You're saying my cherie can't fight?"
"No, I'm just saying Emery is destructive if angered."
"Cherie can take her."
"You're wrong."
"We'll see about that, 'ere dey come."
Rogue let go of Emery's arm as Emery stumbled forward.
"Sorry for being late. What are we doing in class?"
"Well actually, we thought we'd see how your fightin' is."
"What?"
"He vants you to fight him," Kurt explained.
"No no, I want you to fight her." Gambit pointed to Rogue.
'I don't want to fight her,' Emery said in Kurt's head.
"Gambit..." Kurt started.
"Oh no, I've got a class to teach in ten minutes, you can fight her," Rogue said.
'I don't want to fight him either,' Emery told Kurt mentally.
"Gambit," Kurt tried again.
"Aw come on cherie," Gambit said stepping closer to her. "What harm can a little friendly fight do?"
'A lot of harm, to your sister.'
"I don't think," Kurt was ignored.
"Alright! Alright, we'll spare a little."
'This is a bad idea.'
"Guys!" Kurt yelled.
"What?" Rogue and Gambit asked simultaneously.
"This is a bad idea."
"He's just afraid that my cherie will beat his katchzen," Gambit said, mocking the way Kurt said katchzen.
'She'll get hurt.'
'Put her down on the ground; keep her there until she surrenders. It won't hurt her, and they'll stop.'
"Fine, go," Kurt said.
Emery turned to face Rogue as Rogue reached for her, and flipped her onto the ground. Emery gasped in pain as she hit the ground hard. Kurt took a step forward to help her. Gambit snatched his arm.
"Give 'er a minute."
Emery sent a mental siren out from her mind. Rogue backed off, clutching at her head, but so did Gambit and Kurt.
"Emery!" Kurt yelled over the sirens in his brain. "Selective brain waves!"
The sirens didn't stop. The three of them sunk to the ground, slowly losing control of their motor functions as the pitch reached higher frequencies.
"Em, stop! Emery! You need to calm down!"
Emery tried to take a deep breath, but it hurt too much. She was in so much pain; she didn't think she could move. When she tried, her body erupted in lightning bolts. It hurt so much. She cried out mentally, a loud screeching siren cast out of her mind. She could hear Kurt yelling at her, but she didn't know what he saying. Emery stilled her body, and after a few seconds the pain began to recede. And as the pain began to recede, so did the sirens.
The moment Kurt could move, he was by Emery's side.
"Em, what's wrong?"
'It hurts.'
"What hurts?"
'I can't tell. I can't move. It just hurts...'
"I'm going to teleport us to Beast's infirmary. Do you think you can handle that?"
'Just do it.'
"I need to check something. I'll be right back."
Kurt teleported down to Beast's lab. Beast was busy at work.
"Why hello Kurt," he greeted.
"I need your help. Emery's hurt. I'm going to teleport her onto one of the beds in the infirmary."
"What is the nature of her injuries?"
"I don't know. She hit the ground pretty hard."
"Perhaps it is a broken bone."
"I hope not," Kurt said as he teleported back to Emery. He took her hand in his and teleported down to the infirmary. She landed with a soft thud on the bed. She groaned in pain.
"Verzihung Katzchen," Kurt apologized. He brushed her hair off her face with his free hand.
"Let me take a look," Beast's voice came from behind him.
After several minutes of questions, random poking, and Emery sharing her pain mentally with Beast, he concluded that she had broken a rib, perhaps two. The x-ray machine was hooked up and the results showed that she did indeed break a rib on her left side, and fracture two, one on each side.
"Most rib injuries heal on their own," Beast told Kurt.
"But, she has a broken one."
"They will heal, but she will need to stay in bed until things take a turn for the better."