Tempest in a Teapot

Tempest in a Teapot Chapter Three
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Kurt rocked happily back and forth on his toes, his tail coiled around his waist and his arms tucked to resemble wings, albeit only vaguely. He was making a cooing noise, his eyes closed and his fur fluffed as if he were cold.
“What’s he doing?” Bobby whispered loudly, peering into the rec room where Kurt was currently ‘roosting’.
“I hope to god he’s not laying an egg,” St John muttered in response. “This is one of the more fucked up things I’ve ever seen in my life, including Liza Minelli’s wedding to David Gest.”
“Dial down the stereotype, okay?” Bobby shot back, edging past his boyfriend and into the dimly lit rec room. “Hey, Kurt? Hi, it’s Bobby…”
“He’s crazy, not an answering machine.”
“Shut up a sec, kay sweetie?” Bobby replied with more than a hint of snark in his voice, ignoring St John’s laughter. “Kurt, over here.” He snapped his fingers and Kurt opened his eyes. The blue teenager jerked his head towards Bobby in a definite bird-like motion, making the mutant known occasionally as Ice Man stop in his tracks. “Hey, man, just worried about you is all… Can you try maybe talking to me a minute?” When Kurt did not move but rather made an odd rumbly-cooing sound, Bobby took this as a sign of encouragement. “Yeah, you know me, don’t you, man?” Edging closer, Bobby instinctively held out a hand towards Kurt.
“Um, honey, I wouldn’t do that. Beast said just to stay away from him until they know how he’ll react. He went batshit when they tried to restrain him in the infirmary earlier… he nearly knocked Logan on his ass!” St John bounced nervously on his toes, watching Kurt carefully. There was no outward sign that his friend was going to be aggressive but St John did not trust appearances, especially right now.
“It’s Kurt… And I’m not going to try and tie him down!” Bobby paused and quirked a brow. “I don’t think he’s into that.”
Kurt hopped forward on his toes, balancing carefully on the coffee table. He made another cooing noise and cocked his head to the left.
“There we are… We’re friendly, right? Kurt, it’s just me, good ol’ Bobby. Want to tell me what’s going on? Did someone poison you? Is this an experiment gone D’WAH!”

“What’s that noise?” Rogue clapped her hands over her ears and grimaced.
“Sounds like someone screaming,” Lance replied, sitting up straight. The library was nearly soundproofed but some things, like shrieks of terror, made it through the walls, albeit muffled.
“Think Amara saw a roach?” the Southerner asked, returning to her book with a frown. “She shrieks like a friggin’ banshee when she sees anything with more than four legs.”
“No…that’s a guy screaming,” Todd said slowly, shutting his comic-book-hidden-in-his-science-text. “Dude, someone’s in pain!”

“GET OFF HIM!” St John was pulling frantically at Kurt’s hair, double handfuls of the blue strands wrapped around his knuckles as he tried to remove the affected teenager from Bobby’s person. “HE CAN’T BREATHE!”
“If he can scream, he can breathe,” Logan snapped over the near-constant shrieking. “KURT!” He grabbed said mutant and lifted him bodily into the air. Kurt was flailing his arms and legs, making whooping and chirping noises like an angry bird. “SNAP OUT OF IT!”
Miraculously, Kurt fell silent. The Professor’s voice cut through the thick quiet that settled over the room like a pall. “Aggression therapy. Somehow, I don’t think it will catch on in psychiatric circles. Bring him to the med lab. Storm is sedated and you can see her once we get Kurt secured. Beast has figured out a way to inject him with the sedative without being noticed and…er… pecked.” His eyes flickered to Logan’s arm where Kurt had bitten him earlier, hard enough to draw blood and a yowl from the afflicted man.
Lance and Todd stepped aside as Logan carried the fluttering, murmuring Kurt past them. Todd, his eyes wide, shook his head and glanced at Lance. “Dude… birds are fucking crazy.”

“The tea and teapot are both en route to the university,” Beast murmured to the Professor. “We won’t have results for several hours yet but I called in several favors to ensure this is not shoved to the bottom of the list behind a slew of graduate thesis projects.”
Storm, sedated, shifted on the bed nearby, her arms moving slowly like wings at her side. Logan sighed and looked sullenly at the good doctor. “Any chance this is permanent?”
“I won’t lie to you and say no, Logan. The fact it has lasted for over twelve hours does not bode well.” Beast frowned and flipped through several pages of Kurt’s chart. “Kurt is showing the most overt effects. I would have suspected that he would have burned off the offending substance quickly, given his metabolism…” He turned and wandered back into his office, muttering under his breath about tests.
“Chuck…”
“I know, Logan…It is frightening.” A clatter at the door made both men look up sharply. Jubilee was pushing Todd ahead of her, her face a mask of pain.
“Someone take him!” she shouted. “He’s fucking nuts!”
Todd twisted away from her and executed a series of spins to end up in front of Logan, flinging himself into the older man’s arms and draping theatrically backwards. “You’ve saved me!”
“What the…” Logan dropped the teenager, backing away hastily.
“Numbnuts drank some of the cold tea from Storm’s pot…” Jubilee shook her head, looking maternally angry. “Thinks he’s a fairy tale princess.”