Frostbitten

Chains...

The coppery sanguine taste of his own blood mixing with the saline taste of his sweat, and tears.

Pleading.

The shackles bit into the flesh of his wrists, raw...a fresh pain.

Eyes like a wolf...

Kurt blinked away the sudden memory of his dream, “Your soul?” He echoed, incredulously, refusing to accept the fact that it made sense. Why the he seemed to suffer from Jamais vu – the opposite of Deja vu -- where the familiar seems unfamiliar and strange, instead of that 'I've done this before' feeling.

He cleared his throat, “Was I carrying your Ka? How very Search for Spock of me.”

Bobby – who hadn't moved his hand from Kurt's cheek – snorted and leaned even closer, “Such a shame you don't remember, but you do, don't you? In dreams, maybe? When you're touching water?”

Before Kurt could answer, Bobby went on, “I'd been here for decades when you showed up, and I had no idea who I was. I had the memories and powers of a dozen archmages, but none of my own...until you.”

This is insane.

Kurt tried to focus, tried to push away all the confusion and fixed his pupiless stare on Bobby, “When I'm recovered, I can try and teleport to Limbo, my sister can--”

“Do nothing.” Bobby snapped, “Limbo doesn't touch here.”

“If I can concentrate...I can sometimes teleport dimensionally by smell.” Kurt winced as Bobby grip on his cheek grew nearly painful. “Bobby, I can try and take you home.”

Bobby let go of him and leaned back, laughing, “Home? I remember what I was there.” The he moved, pushing Kurt onto his back and leaning over him, “I didn't remember until you came. I did such terrible things to you. Do you remember?”

Kurt shook his head, eyes widening as Robert Drake – nothing like the Bobby Drake he'd heard so much about – hovered over him, lowered himself down and whispered, “You made me remember...and I punished you for it. Look, you're not even fighting me now...the 'mighty' Nightcrawler.”

Kurt's lips moved, but no sound escaped his mouth. Bobby moved and pinned his arms above his head, and Kurt tried to tell himself it was because he was still weak from his teleportation accident.

“You want me to do it again, don't you?”

“Bobby, you're...not well.” Kurt's voice sounded breathless even to himself, “Please...”

“I like it when you beg.” Bobby said softly, “And you have something of mine.” He stared down at Kurt, eyes flaring, “How should I extract it? The same way I hid it inside you? Or something a bit more...creative.”