Wirklich ein Engel(truly an Angel)

Nightcrawler opened his chrome yellow eyes blearily, rubbing his head. It felt as though he'd been thrown through a brick wall. (And he DID know what that felt like) With a soft groan he propped himself up onto his elbows, and a damp cloth tumbled into his lap. He eyed it curiously a moment, turning it over in his hands as though that would somehow present him with an explanation of his whereabouts. He ran his fingers over the gauze on his chest and glanced about the room, wondering what had happened to his clothes. The bedroom had oil paintings of dragons and fearies on the walls, a few swords and bookshelves filled to overflowing, but there was no sign of anything of his. A photograph on the nightstand next to him caught his eye and he picked it up for a closer look, absently running his fingers along the frame. It was like a memory from a dream.

There were three young women in this one, all with their arms around each other and smiling as though they had just finished laughing at a wonderful joke. It was the kind of picture that made one smile without realizing it. They were pretty too. An Asian girl with bright pink hair, a girl in hippy clothes, her auburn hair falling to her shoulders, and another smaller young lady with short rust colored hair and expressive green eyes. She looked somehow...familiar. There were other photos as well of the same three girls and a number of other friends, some obviously taken at their high school, others from concerts or holidays. They seemed a very unique group of individuals.

He glanced up from the photos with a sigh and clambered out of the bed, casting about for his pants or shirt or some shred of cloth to cover himself so he didn't have to drag the comforter around to get his answers. How did he get in that bed anyway? he wondered. He sighed, checking under the bed, though he straightened quickly when he heard the surprised squeak from the doorway and turned to regard the small, slim girl standing in the doorframe, scrabbling about the floor for her discarded towel.

"Unglaublich!" He muttered, his face flooding with heat. He glanced around frantically a moment before disappearing in a puff of smoke, a soft BAMF of imploding air marking his disappearance. Ivy froze, eyes wide as she held her towel over herself, scanning the room for some sign of the blue mutant. And then the lump of blankets on her bed moved, a pair of gleaming yellow eyes peering at her from beneath the folds of cloth.

Ivy buried her face in her hands, feeling the red flush in her cheeks and certain she was glowing in the dark. It took her several moments to pluck up the nerve to try and talk to him. Straightening her shoulders and making certain her towel was secure she padded over to her bed. The eyes promptly vanished as he pulled the covers back down. She tried tugging them away, but they were pulled sharply from her grasp, the mutant beneath them giving a protesting grunt. She sighed and tried again, but to no avail. He was determined to remain hidden under her bedcovers.

"look…umm...I just.." She stammered, trying to think of something to say as she tugged fruitlessly at the covers. She could see his tail poking out from under the folds on the other side of the bed, lashing back and forth in agitation. She couldn't help herself. Her fingers closed around it and she gave a gentle tug. It jerked from her grasp and disappeared under the covers as well, but she had managed to get his attention, his head popping out from beneath the folds of blankets to glare at her.

"I'm sore enough without you yanking on my tail, danke." He muttered irritably, his mellow voice tinged with a Munich accent. Ivy flushed and looked away, rising to her feet.

"I'm sorry." She murmured, glancing over her shoulder at him. "But it was either that or tear the covers off the bed. I need to check your temperature. You were burning up when I brought you here."

He cocked his head to one side. "That's why I'm here? Then where are my clothes? I'm feeling a bit modest here, Fraulein." He said with a half grin to take the sting from his words.

"In the wash." She replied quietly. "They were soaked from the rain anyway." She added, avoiding mention of the blood on them. Just thinking about what happened in that ally made her shudder. Apparently it had the same effect on him, because his expression clouded slightly and he rubbed the back of his head.

"I...remember what happened, but I do not recall coming here." He admitted, moving into a sitting position, studying her intently. "

"You really should rest." she said suddenly, changing the subject as she moved back towards him, placing her hand against his forehead before she could stop herself. He reached up, his fingers encircling her wrist again, eyes locked on hers.

"Are you afraid of me, Liebchen?" He asked, his voice barely audible. She tensed slightly and watched, enthralled as he slid his fingers from her wrist to her hand, running his thumb gently over her knuckles.

"I don't know you." She managed, tearing her eyes from their hands and raising them to his angular blue face. His full lips twitched in what may have been a smile.

"And yet, Fraulein, you take me in, clean my clothes and tend my wounds.” He raised one eyebrow. "And I am assuming you cleaned me as well." Ivy's face flooded with heat and she nodded mutely, running one hand through her short red gold hair. He brushed his lips across her hand in a furtive kiss, as if asking permission. "Danke."

She blinked as she regarded him, a startled giggle slipping past her lips.

"Now...tell me, Fraulein…how many other people have seen me naked?" He asked, releasing her hand and casting her a sideways glance, embarrassment clear on his face.