Wirklich ein Engel(truly an Angel)
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~*~*~*~*~*~*Author's Note~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I've gotten some more wonderful reviews, thank you all so much! You rule my face off. (yeah. That makes no sense. Oh well.) On the other hand there seems to be a number of people who see the last chapter as the story reverting to OOC PWP. Just keep in mind this is Adult Fan Fiction.net and smut will happen. Have a little faith in me as a writer. I do have plans for this besides what you have read and I do have reasons for what I have written. Also remember that this is fan written. Its for fun. I do it to pass the time. I'm no Claremont. It isn't the be all end all of writing, nor do I want it to be. Its meant to be enjoyed. If you aren't enjoying yourself I wont hold it against you if you go read something else. Thank you.
~~Athlea Kelly
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Kurt watched as the diminutive redhead typed away at a laptop in the kitchen, clad in worn, torn blue jeans and a lime green tee that read 'I less than three geeks'. Shame and guilt was gnawing at his stomach even more than the humiliation of what he had let happen to him. He had taken advantage of her. And he still hadn't contacted the institute. Part of him wondered if they even knew what had transpired. But, no. Christine would have gone to them first and foremost. Christine. More guilt cascaded into his stomach like a bucket of ice. Why had he done that? He had never in all his days carried his harmless flirting so far. ever. He shook his head and tore his gaze away from her, instead studying the living room. A phone. He needed a phone. He would call the institute and they'd come find him. He couldn't stay here any longer. He had done enough damage already.
Ivy paused in her typing and rubbed her eye with one hand. It was hard to focus on the reports she'd need for work tomorrow. But, it was so hard to ignore the way Kurt looked at her, as though disgusted. She had not anticipated his reaction once they had clambered out of her shower and she had gotten dressed. When she emerged from her room he refused to meet her eye, put as much distance between them as possible. He stopped talking. Stopped smiling. She tried not to think too much on it. She had known in the beginning that nothing would come out of it, no miraculous romance or professions of love. But, she found she wished they hadn't, if only to have him smiling and joking again. She scowled at herself and blew her hair from her face, forcing herself to focus on the words on her screen, the papers about vaccination and the like, the sound of the keys clacking as she typed. She hated herself for being so naive. She didn't want to care what he thought of her. It was a one time fling. Why was he so upset? She didn't want to be angry with herself, didn't want to want to go to him and talk about it like some daytime talk show. But, most of all, she didn't want to want him.
Kurt glanced over his shoulder at the little redhead as she wiped her eye and clutched the cordless phone a bit tighter. He wouldn't be surprised if she hated him, was surprised she had not thrown him out yet. He bit back a sigh and moved into the hall and out onto the front step, seating himself on the sun warmed cement. Now that the storm had passed the weather was beautiful. The sky was clear and cloudless, the sun warm on his face. A breeze ruffled his blue-black curls, odd, being so crisp and cool on such a warm day, bringing with it the faint scent of something like moss. He could understand why Ivy and her roommates wanted to live here. It didn't smell like a city, didn't feel like it. Even the city sounds were faint, obscured by birdsong and children playing down the street. He could hear a male voice with an Irish brough singing a few doors down.
With a final sigh he leaned back against the door, staring mutely at the phone in his hands a moment before dialing, completely oblivious to the eyes watching him from just across the street.
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Wolverine grunted and shifted his weight impatiently as he stood waiting for the Muni. He had followed Nightcrawler's trail all over the goddamned city and still couldn't find the elf. But, the scent was strong here, so he must have been in this spot recently. If only he knew what that meant and where it would lead. It would have been impossible for anyone looking at him to tell, but he was deeply worried for his friend. It was like Nurse-Honey had said. There were a lot of people out there who didn't like mutants, and Nightcrawler was as mutant as they came. ALL anyone would see was a gruff stocky man in blue jeans and a leather jacket chomping down on a cigar. A scowl pulled down the corners of his mouth and his narrowed eyes darted ceaselessly around him. They gave him a wide berth, even as they boarded the Muni. Inexplicably, Nightcrawler's scent grew only stronger. Brow furrowed Logan sniffed the air surreptitiously, eyes scanning the crowd. Nightcrawler wasn't here, that much was obvious. He wouldn't have kept Wolverine guessing, worrying for so long before making himself known. It could only mean that someone who had recently been in contact with him was present. It was better than nothing.
The little train shook and clattered along, yellow light illuminating the faces of those around him as they entered a tunnel. Faceless strangers staring straight ahead. Frustration mounting he began to move slowly towards the source of the scent. A few heads turned to watch him, but no one said anything. And then he saw them. Two teenagers , high school seniors most likely, clad in their Hollister clothes and Lettermen's Jackets. Jackets with spatters of blood on the sleeves and front, barely noticeable except to those who were looking for it. Wolverine was looking for it.
"Nice Jacket, Bub." He grunted, the cigar bobbing on his lips. "Shame you got all that blood on it." He added, adjusting his brown cowboy hat with one thumb. The youth, in his arrogance, merely smirked.
"I don't mind." He said, glancing to his chuckling friend. "Gave that Mutie what was comin' to him."
"Fuckin' freak." His friend muttered by way of accord.
"Oh really?" Wolverine asked as mildly as he could manage, subliminating the urge to slash the both of them to ribbons right there. He needed details.
"Beat his ass good. Woulda killed him if the cops hand't come."
"I bet you anything it was that little red haired bitch that called em in the first place."
"You're so full of shit! She was lookin out for us, not him."
"Then why didn't she run too?"
Wolverine had heard enough. So they thought it was fun to beat on mutants, did they? Well they'd see just how fun it was when a mutie fought back. With a low growl he had a hand clamped firmly around each teenager's neck, slamming them roughly against the wall of the car. He paid no heed to the collective gasp as people looked on.
"Where is he?" He demanded in a voice of deadly calm. one of the teens kicked out while the other scrabbled futily at Logan's hand. Both efforts were fruitless, resulting only in getting slammed against the wall of the car again.
"Now I'm gonna give you one more chance, Bub. Where is he?" He growled, his claws extending with an audible *SNIKT* there were screams behind him, but no one seemed brave enough to try and stop him.
"We don't know!" The friend squealed. "We left him in that ally on 21st!" he added. Logan snarled wordlessly and dropped the two youths to the ground, taking at least a small bit of satisfaction in the puddles they left, as well as the loud crunch their noses made when his adamantium laced fist connected with them. Now all he had to do was find this '21st' and hope Kurt's trail was still fresh.
The crowd parted hastily to let him off at the next stop. He was just moving towards one of the diagrams of the city when Emma Frost's voice echoed in his mind.
“We’ve found him, Logan." She imparted smugly. "He's at a house on-"
"21st?" He asked mentally, glad he could steal a little of Emma's fun. "How'd you find out?"
"He finally called the Institute." She replied simply. "And he's alright. Apparently a-"and now she mentally mimicked Kurt with devastating accuracy. "-kind young lady- took him in until he could contact us. He's waiting there for you now."
"And once I'm there, how am I s'posed ta get him back to New York?"
"We'll send the Blackbird."
"And why can't ya just do that now?"
"Because it will be easier with the both of you in one place. We just spent nearly thirty six hours hunting for Nightcrawler, Darling. I don't want to have to scour San Francisco in the Blackbird because you're too lazy to get down to where he is."
Logan was about to reply, but she chose that moment to break the connection. He shrugged. He still preferred her to Cyclops. At least she had a sense of humor.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Emma was smirking now as she continued her psionic conversation with Nightcrawler. Thanks to that phone call she now had a lock on him and was having quite a bit of fun dissecting his current troubles.
"I can tell you why you did it, you know." She imparted, smug as a Cheshire cat.
"Emma, please, not now." Kurt replied mentally, even his psionic voice sounding weary.
"But, Darling, don't you want to know? It would make things so much easier for the both of you, and for Christine. Unless of course you plan on keeping this little tryst a secret from her."
"Is it really that easy for you to walk into my mind and see what I've been up to?" He demanded in exasperation, an uncharacteristic scowl marring his angular features.
"You've always been an open book, more so when you're upset. I can't help myself." He chose not to comment, shaking his head and rubbing a three fingered hand over his face. Emma took this as a signal to continue, and drove her point home with the kind of ruthlessness expected of the Hellfire Club's White Queen.
"Its because she's temporary. Disposable. You didn't even have enough regard for her to use protection. She'll be out of your life for good in just a few hours." She said teasingly. "There's no commitment, no promises, no effort. The daring, dashing, charming Nightcrawler can get the girl and be on his merry way knowing that she wont pursue. And, If she doesn't pursue there's no chance of rejection , is there? She can't leave you if you leave her."
"Stop." He imparted firmly. He had heard enough. He didn't want to listen, didn't want his own thoughts dissected without his consent and especially not by her. But, Mostly, he didn't want to admit she was right.
This time Emma Frost obliged him. She had done him a great service, really. He just didn't know it yet. He'd thank her later when he was done running from himself.
I've gotten some more wonderful reviews, thank you all so much! You rule my face off. (yeah. That makes no sense. Oh well.) On the other hand there seems to be a number of people who see the last chapter as the story reverting to OOC PWP. Just keep in mind this is Adult Fan Fiction.net and smut will happen. Have a little faith in me as a writer. I do have plans for this besides what you have read and I do have reasons for what I have written. Also remember that this is fan written. Its for fun. I do it to pass the time. I'm no Claremont. It isn't the be all end all of writing, nor do I want it to be. Its meant to be enjoyed. If you aren't enjoying yourself I wont hold it against you if you go read something else. Thank you.
~~Athlea Kelly
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Kurt watched as the diminutive redhead typed away at a laptop in the kitchen, clad in worn, torn blue jeans and a lime green tee that read 'I less than three geeks'. Shame and guilt was gnawing at his stomach even more than the humiliation of what he had let happen to him. He had taken advantage of her. And he still hadn't contacted the institute. Part of him wondered if they even knew what had transpired. But, no. Christine would have gone to them first and foremost. Christine. More guilt cascaded into his stomach like a bucket of ice. Why had he done that? He had never in all his days carried his harmless flirting so far. ever. He shook his head and tore his gaze away from her, instead studying the living room. A phone. He needed a phone. He would call the institute and they'd come find him. He couldn't stay here any longer. He had done enough damage already.
Ivy paused in her typing and rubbed her eye with one hand. It was hard to focus on the reports she'd need for work tomorrow. But, it was so hard to ignore the way Kurt looked at her, as though disgusted. She had not anticipated his reaction once they had clambered out of her shower and she had gotten dressed. When she emerged from her room he refused to meet her eye, put as much distance between them as possible. He stopped talking. Stopped smiling. She tried not to think too much on it. She had known in the beginning that nothing would come out of it, no miraculous romance or professions of love. But, she found she wished they hadn't, if only to have him smiling and joking again. She scowled at herself and blew her hair from her face, forcing herself to focus on the words on her screen, the papers about vaccination and the like, the sound of the keys clacking as she typed. She hated herself for being so naive. She didn't want to care what he thought of her. It was a one time fling. Why was he so upset? She didn't want to be angry with herself, didn't want to want to go to him and talk about it like some daytime talk show. But, most of all, she didn't want to want him.
Kurt glanced over his shoulder at the little redhead as she wiped her eye and clutched the cordless phone a bit tighter. He wouldn't be surprised if she hated him, was surprised she had not thrown him out yet. He bit back a sigh and moved into the hall and out onto the front step, seating himself on the sun warmed cement. Now that the storm had passed the weather was beautiful. The sky was clear and cloudless, the sun warm on his face. A breeze ruffled his blue-black curls, odd, being so crisp and cool on such a warm day, bringing with it the faint scent of something like moss. He could understand why Ivy and her roommates wanted to live here. It didn't smell like a city, didn't feel like it. Even the city sounds were faint, obscured by birdsong and children playing down the street. He could hear a male voice with an Irish brough singing a few doors down.
With a final sigh he leaned back against the door, staring mutely at the phone in his hands a moment before dialing, completely oblivious to the eyes watching him from just across the street.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Wolverine grunted and shifted his weight impatiently as he stood waiting for the Muni. He had followed Nightcrawler's trail all over the goddamned city and still couldn't find the elf. But, the scent was strong here, so he must have been in this spot recently. If only he knew what that meant and where it would lead. It would have been impossible for anyone looking at him to tell, but he was deeply worried for his friend. It was like Nurse-Honey had said. There were a lot of people out there who didn't like mutants, and Nightcrawler was as mutant as they came. ALL anyone would see was a gruff stocky man in blue jeans and a leather jacket chomping down on a cigar. A scowl pulled down the corners of his mouth and his narrowed eyes darted ceaselessly around him. They gave him a wide berth, even as they boarded the Muni. Inexplicably, Nightcrawler's scent grew only stronger. Brow furrowed Logan sniffed the air surreptitiously, eyes scanning the crowd. Nightcrawler wasn't here, that much was obvious. He wouldn't have kept Wolverine guessing, worrying for so long before making himself known. It could only mean that someone who had recently been in contact with him was present. It was better than nothing.
The little train shook and clattered along, yellow light illuminating the faces of those around him as they entered a tunnel. Faceless strangers staring straight ahead. Frustration mounting he began to move slowly towards the source of the scent. A few heads turned to watch him, but no one said anything. And then he saw them. Two teenagers , high school seniors most likely, clad in their Hollister clothes and Lettermen's Jackets. Jackets with spatters of blood on the sleeves and front, barely noticeable except to those who were looking for it. Wolverine was looking for it.
"Nice Jacket, Bub." He grunted, the cigar bobbing on his lips. "Shame you got all that blood on it." He added, adjusting his brown cowboy hat with one thumb. The youth, in his arrogance, merely smirked.
"I don't mind." He said, glancing to his chuckling friend. "Gave that Mutie what was comin' to him."
"Fuckin' freak." His friend muttered by way of accord.
"Oh really?" Wolverine asked as mildly as he could manage, subliminating the urge to slash the both of them to ribbons right there. He needed details.
"Beat his ass good. Woulda killed him if the cops hand't come."
"I bet you anything it was that little red haired bitch that called em in the first place."
"You're so full of shit! She was lookin out for us, not him."
"Then why didn't she run too?"
Wolverine had heard enough. So they thought it was fun to beat on mutants, did they? Well they'd see just how fun it was when a mutie fought back. With a low growl he had a hand clamped firmly around each teenager's neck, slamming them roughly against the wall of the car. He paid no heed to the collective gasp as people looked on.
"Where is he?" He demanded in a voice of deadly calm. one of the teens kicked out while the other scrabbled futily at Logan's hand. Both efforts were fruitless, resulting only in getting slammed against the wall of the car again.
"Now I'm gonna give you one more chance, Bub. Where is he?" He growled, his claws extending with an audible *SNIKT* there were screams behind him, but no one seemed brave enough to try and stop him.
"We don't know!" The friend squealed. "We left him in that ally on 21st!" he added. Logan snarled wordlessly and dropped the two youths to the ground, taking at least a small bit of satisfaction in the puddles they left, as well as the loud crunch their noses made when his adamantium laced fist connected with them. Now all he had to do was find this '21st' and hope Kurt's trail was still fresh.
The crowd parted hastily to let him off at the next stop. He was just moving towards one of the diagrams of the city when Emma Frost's voice echoed in his mind.
“We’ve found him, Logan." She imparted smugly. "He's at a house on-"
"21st?" He asked mentally, glad he could steal a little of Emma's fun. "How'd you find out?"
"He finally called the Institute." She replied simply. "And he's alright. Apparently a-"and now she mentally mimicked Kurt with devastating accuracy. "-kind young lady- took him in until he could contact us. He's waiting there for you now."
"And once I'm there, how am I s'posed ta get him back to New York?"
"We'll send the Blackbird."
"And why can't ya just do that now?"
"Because it will be easier with the both of you in one place. We just spent nearly thirty six hours hunting for Nightcrawler, Darling. I don't want to have to scour San Francisco in the Blackbird because you're too lazy to get down to where he is."
Logan was about to reply, but she chose that moment to break the connection. He shrugged. He still preferred her to Cyclops. At least she had a sense of humor.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Emma was smirking now as she continued her psionic conversation with Nightcrawler. Thanks to that phone call she now had a lock on him and was having quite a bit of fun dissecting his current troubles.
"I can tell you why you did it, you know." She imparted, smug as a Cheshire cat.
"Emma, please, not now." Kurt replied mentally, even his psionic voice sounding weary.
"But, Darling, don't you want to know? It would make things so much easier for the both of you, and for Christine. Unless of course you plan on keeping this little tryst a secret from her."
"Is it really that easy for you to walk into my mind and see what I've been up to?" He demanded in exasperation, an uncharacteristic scowl marring his angular features.
"You've always been an open book, more so when you're upset. I can't help myself." He chose not to comment, shaking his head and rubbing a three fingered hand over his face. Emma took this as a signal to continue, and drove her point home with the kind of ruthlessness expected of the Hellfire Club's White Queen.
"Its because she's temporary. Disposable. You didn't even have enough regard for her to use protection. She'll be out of your life for good in just a few hours." She said teasingly. "There's no commitment, no promises, no effort. The daring, dashing, charming Nightcrawler can get the girl and be on his merry way knowing that she wont pursue. And, If she doesn't pursue there's no chance of rejection , is there? She can't leave you if you leave her."
"Stop." He imparted firmly. He had heard enough. He didn't want to listen, didn't want his own thoughts dissected without his consent and especially not by her. But, Mostly, he didn't want to admit she was right.
This time Emma Frost obliged him. She had done him a great service, really. He just didn't know it yet. He'd thank her later when he was done running from himself.