Reformed Sinner or Expecting the unexpected

Justanothergyrl - tease? Me? As if ;) lol yes, I've already written the final chapter for this story, it's just getting there. Thanx so much ^^



Hotsexttoy - I stopped because I'm cruel and heartless of course ;)



A/N: - ok, bare with me peeps, there will be smut soon I swear :s



Chapter two



"-ll have to be watched at all times" Scott was saying firmly, "we can take it in shifts-"



"Great. Day one: Sabretooth massacred the entire school" Logan snorted, taking the cigar out of his mouth and holding it between two fingers as he pointed to Cyclops in blatant challenge, "you let that thing loose in this school and -"



"I said nothing about loose, Logan" Scott cut across him in a dangerously low tone, "he'll be confined at all times" He looked around the little gathering, "we just need to make sure he *stays* that way" Logan snorted, shaking his head in disbelief as he headed towards the door,



"You're gonna try to keep an animal like that caged? Good luck tryin bub" Cyclops started forward as Logan disappeared, only Ororo's hand on his arm stopped him from going after the insubordinate. Kurts eyes narrowed thoughtfully as he noticed the look Scott and Ororo shared, the Nightcrawler smiled a little,



"For those of us with more than one brain cell -" Scott turned to the group with a sigh, "- considering you found him, Kurt you're on first watch" He said seriously, his usual slight frown of authority settling over his face. Kurt nodded, one hand over his heart, the other raised,



"I promise to clean out his cage if he makes a mess" He grinned as the others laughed, seeing Hank attempting to hide a smile and shake his head. He caught the doctors eye and winked, making Hank grin just a little before the Doctor rose quietly and made his way out of the room,



"I'd hardly call a whole suite to himself a cage" Scott snorted, not voicing the opinion that sometimes the proffesor was a little...too generous in his opinion, "Kitty, you're after Kurt -"



"A fact ve all know"



"Enough Kurt. Ororo, you're on watch Wednesday, then me and if I can talk him around, Logan on Thursday" Scott sighed tiredly and a ripple of concern went around the group, "alright guys and girls I think that's it for today" He nodded a dismissal, turning away, pretending to read the papers on his desk. The others filed out silently, exchanging glances. Kurt saw Ororo drop back and loitered by the doorway. Pressed against the wall he peeked into the room,



"Scott..." Ororo said softly, reaching out to him. Cyclops' shoulders stiffened almost instantly, even before she touched him, "Scott you can't -"



"She'll be back in a couple of days Ororo, she's just...out of town" He said stiffly, shuffling the papers on his desk. Kurt bit back a grin at the expression on Storms face, that was the face that said someone's butt -



"Now you listen to me Scott Summers" - was about to get kicked. Ororo turned Scott around by his shoulders, staring up at him with fierce eyes, "we all miss Jean, we all know she's 'out of town'" She mimicked his voice, "but it isn't like Jean not to get in contact with us..." One elegant white eyebrow rose, "did you two fight again?" Scott huffed a laugh despite himself and a tension that Kurt hadn't realised he was holding in evaporated, if Scott could laugh, it would be alright,



"No, we didn't fight...sort of..." The fearless leader of the X-men cringed at the look on Ororo's face, Kurt put a hand over his mouth to hide a giggle,



"Sort of? Scott Summers -" Scott held up his hands in self defence,



"I know, I know" He half grinned,



"Hopeless" She sighed, shaking her head with a smile,



"It's not nice to eavesdrop" Kurt teleported five foot to the left in suprise before turning to face the Wolverine. Logan smirked a little, blowing blue smoke from the cigar, "or so I'm told" Kurt scowled, trying to rid himself of feeling like a naughty child caught with his hand in the cookie jar,



"I vasn't eavesdropping...I vas loitering" He said, walking past with his nose in the air, only to have his arm caught. Kurt looked into suprisingly warm chocolate brown eyes and tried to remember how to breathe...this close to Logan he could pick up the faint scent of wildness,



"Hear anythin useful? Or is boy scout just havin a sulk?" Logan growled, his voice low. Nightcrawler barely heard the words,



"Vhat? Concern for our fearless leader?" He half grinned, his heart racing and pounding so loud that he was sure Logan could hear it...they were so *close*, "Who are you and vhat have you done vis zer real Logan?" The Wolverine pulled a face,



"Har har" He said dryly, "a simple no -"



"What are you two up too?" Ororo asked from the doorway. They both looked over to see Scott and Storm staring at them questioningly. Kurt felt his face start to warm up as he realised how they must look, all but pressed together, Logans hand still on his wrist. Wolverine released him as if Kurts skin was suddenly afire,



"Nothin" Logan growled softly, "comin to the danger room, one eye?" Behind the visor Scott rolled his eyes,



"With manners like that, who could resist?" He said flatly, following Wolverine down the corridor,



"We'll talk later Summers" Ororo called. Kurt snorted with laughter as Cyclops winced and waved over the shoulder, "so what was all that about?" Ororo's eyes were filled with amusement as she looked at Nightcrawler,



"Nothing" Kurt said, just a little too quickly, Ororo raised an eyebrow and folded her arms, leaning against the doorframe, "really!"



"Mmhmm..." The weather goddess sighed, "when are you going to tell him, Kurt?" The blue man looked at his shoes, hands in his pockets,



"How? Excuse me Logan, did you know I've had zer biggest crush on you for ever?" Kurt wrinkled his nose and shrugged, adopting his usual carefree attitude, "he'd probably gut me and hang me out to dry in zer playground as an example to zer children" Ororo shook her head,



"He would not" She said firmly, "...he'd probably hang you off the roof to dry, not the playground...you'd make a mess of the baseball pitch" Kurt laughed and she saw the tell tale twinkle in his eye that let her know he was alright,



"Thanks 'Ro" He grinned, chucking her on the shoulder. She shoved him playfully,



"You've got to go and relieve Hank, it's your turn to watch Sabretooth" She saw Kurts face fall,



"But -"



"But nothing, it's your turn" Ororo smiled, "besides you did promise to clean out his cage" Kurt teleported the length of the corridor with a disgusted sigh,



"Ach, Ich und meine Grosse Öffnung"





~*~



Kurt tapped softly on the door, glancing at the sterile clock fixed on the wall behind him...3.33 am...this was no godly hour to be awa-



"Come in" Hanks voice, soft and muffled by the wood, reached his sensative ears. Kurt pushed the door open and paused a moment whilst his eyes re-adjusted to the darkness beyond. Hank was sat beside the bed that contained Victor Creed, a thick textbook open across his knees. Kurt wondered briefly if the Doctor actually *read* all of the thick books he seemed to constantly carry around or if they were just for show. Hank blinked, eyes flashing in the light from the corridor before Kurt shut the door, "ah, relief" Hank smiled in the dark, carefully closing the book,



"Have you been here all night?" Kurt whispered, moving closer as the Doctor stretched,



"Mmm" He groaned as he stood, one hand on his lower back, the other cradling his book close, "I wanted to keep an eye on our unusual patient and it was my turn to watch" He yawned massivly, jaw popping and Kurt barely resisted the urge to start scolding...the worried little voice in his mind sounding suspisiously like Ororo,



"How is he?" He gestured to the recumberant figure, sitting in the recently vacated chair and luxuriating in the warmth and the scent of Hank...as welcoming and warm as Christmas. The Doctor bit back a smile and twinge of jelousy as he watched Kurt squirm and settle into the seat, legs crossed, knees resting on the arms and his tail curling sensuously over the back - Hank swallowed, inwardly frowning at himself and looking away - not a proffesional attitude McCoy...



"Little improvement since yesterday" He looked at the barely breathing form, glancing up at the fluid bag that seeped slowly into Creeds arm via a plastic tube, "I'll be suprised if he revives in the next few days" He frowned and Kurts eyes narrowed,



"Vhat are you thinking?" He asked softly, knowing there was something on the gentle doctors mind from the tiny frown that marred his face,



"Just procrastinating as to who...or what did this to Victor Creed or if he did it to himself" Hank sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair...Kurts fingers itched to do the same, "he's sick, Kurt, extraordinarily sick for someone with a healing capability..." He trailed off thoughtfully before heading towards the door, "I'll be in the lab if I'm needed" Oh Hank, Kurt sighed inwardly, you're *alvays* needed,



"Thanks for varming zer chair" He said outloud, grinning as Hank looked at him over his shoulder,



"It's nice to know I'm useful for something" The doctor smiled as he spoke. Kurt grinned in reply, wondering if the heated flash he'd seen in the Doctors eyes had anything to with him,



"Oh, you have your uses" Even Kurt was suprised at the sensuous purr that was his voice. Hanks eyebrows shot up and even in the dark Kurt could see the blush on the doctors kind face,



"I...I'll be in the lab"