Author's Note: If you go to Bamf Central, there's a link to Comics
Continuum's preview of the next issue of UXM 445. I read it, and I regret
it because... a plot bunny was lying in wait! Yes, right after I clicked on
the last page, BAM! Plot bunnies on my face biting at me without mercy! I
tried to hold them off, I swear I did but those bastards wouldn't get off!
I tried and I tried, but they finally got to me!
Damn plot bunnies... So this little thing is their entire fault! Evil little
Anyway, the idea that Kurt is upset that something went wrong is from the
preview of 445... I don't want to give away too much really. But the premise
that something goes wrong and Kurt is upset is Chris Claremont and Alan
Davis' idea. The thing that ACTUALLY goes wrong for them is different from
what goes wrong in this story.
If you want to know what THEY have to upset Kurt with, look at the preview
and then when it comes out Wednesday; buy it. But watch out for those
damned plot bunnies when you look at the preview! They can be sneaky little
Oh and one more thing, some of the dialogue between Kurt and the Reverend
will be from issue 75 of Excalibur, when Kurt goes to make confession!
And I used SheCat's argument about the Emma/Scott debate!
On with the Plot Bunny induced story!
It wasn't supposed to happen that way.
Tilting his head back, Kurt let bitter tears fall as he stared up at
the ceiling of the local chapel, the rosary in his hands twisting in his
He'd been in there for a good five hours now, having come after the
incident had occurred. He had prayed fervently for the first three hours,
trying to make sense out of the events that had transpired and yet, he
still did not feel any better about what had happened out there with his
team and the crisis they were trying to solve.
"Kurt?" Looking to his left, Kurt saw Reverend Whedon looking at him
with concern written all over his kindly old face. Sighing, he flopped his
tail on the pew beside him, going back to staring at the ceiling. Reverend
Whedon sat down beside him, letting silence hang in the air for a few
minutes before he decided to break it and get to the heart of the
"Something is troubling you, Kurt." He said. "What's wrong?"
"We had a mission today." Kurt said, his voice starting to crack. "I...
A child is dead, Reverend Whedon. Dead because of what she was born as."
"A mutant." Reverend Whedon said in a tone that was not quite a
question. Kurt nodded, fresh tears burning his eyes and falling down the
sides of his eyes. He kept his head tilted up, staring at the ceiling the
"She was starting to grow a horn in the center of her brow like a
Unicorn's." he said softly. "Her parents had driven her out of the house,
and she was forced to steal for her meals...
"These people, they had her surrounded and were pelting her with
stones. They were shouting such hateful things, Reverend. This caused
Mutants around the area to turn on them and attack, causing a mob scene of
Human and Mutant hatred alike exploding into violence.
"We came in just as the police's riot forces were running through the
crowd and arresting people from both sides. We offered to help them, saying
that we could deal with the Mutants, but they refused claiming that we
would most likely just arrest the Humans and let the Mutants go. They held
us off for so long..."
Then he fell silent, his face becoming blank, despite the tears that
continued to fall. Only his tail expressed his feelings, twisting and
turning in agony.
"What happened next, Kurt?" Reverend Whedon asked gently.
"Someone drew a gun." Kurt whispered softly. "We heard a shot, and
that's when everyone turned and ran for it. The child... She was dead when I
got to her... The bullet had gone through her right eye and out the back of
her head... There was so much blood...
"The police blamed us for this, saying that we had distracted them
from doing their duty... We were forced to run before they could clap us in
irons and haul us away.
"I've been here ever since, Reverend." He ended finally. Slowly, Kurt
sat up, bowing his head and looking down at his rosary. It was made from
red cherry wood beads with a silver cross on the end. Moira had given it to
him when he was six, despite the fact that she didn't believe in it
"I'm so sorry, Kurt..." Reverend Whedon said softly, unable to think of
what else to say.
"I know, I... know. But why must we go through this Hell to get to
Heaven? When will it end?" he asked, looking ahead at the giant Crucifix
hanging over the altar. Reverend Whedon sighed softly, shaking his head a
"If you mean Man's fear of what's different, his hatred for what's
hard to understand- - Soon, I pray. On that day, our faith promises there
will be no more crying. No more hate. And no more fear. I'm afraid I have
no immediate answers, my son. Until that day, we can only stay strong and
not tire of doing good." He said finally. Slowly, Kurt narrowed his eyes,
his hands becoming fists.
"That's not good enough!" he hissed softly, surprising Reverend
Whedon by standing up and turning on him with such rage in his eyes. "Why
must we suffer now just God is too damn lazy to get off His fat ass and do
something NOW about the evils going on in the world?"
"Why didn't He do something when Genosha and all sixteen million
inhabitants were slaughtered? Why didn't He step in when this innocent
child was slain! What about 9/11? He's had plenty of chances to do
something about these evils, and yet He sits back and watches from a
distance like that horrible Beth Midler song!" Kurt shouted, his voice
echoing all around.
"Kurt, you must calm yourself and understand..." Reverend Whedon tried.
With a snort, Kurt walked past him and stalked up the aisle to the front
doors that led outside.
"I'm through with this, Reverend!" he said, turning back to him. "I'm
through with fighting for this bastards who don't try to change, I'm
through with seeing people suffer, and I'm through with this if He doesn't
even do anything when people are slaughtered in HIS OWN DAMN HOUSE!" He
screamed, remembering Father Whitley and the Church of Humanity.
Looking at the rosary in his hand, Kurt narrowed his eyes, clenching
them in a tight fist before he turned and hurled them to the ground,
slamming the doors behind him as he left.
Reverend Whedon watched him leave helplessly, shaking his head sadly.
Walking up, he saw that the old rosary had shattered from the force at
which Kurt had thrown them. Bending down, he carefully picked up the pieces
and went into his office to give the mansion a call.
Logan was on the phone with the Reverend when Kurt walked by, a look
of determination on his face.
"Kurt, we need to talk." He said, hanging up the phone. Kurt ignored
him, brushing past Scott harshly as he climbed up the stairs to his room.
"What's wrong with Kurt?" Scott asked, cocking an eyebrow. Logan
shook his head a bit.
"That was the Reverend on the phone before." He said. "He says that
Kurt's really upset over the girl that was killed at that riot this
"Oh dear." Scott sighed softly, placing his hands on his hips. "I
wish the professor still lived here. He could always talk to Kurt when he
didn't want to talk to any of us about his problems." Logan nodded sadly.
"I can't argue with you there, One-Eye." He said. "Sometimes I wonder
if Chuck did the right thing by leaving the mansion."
When Kurt came back down, he had a large bag slung over his one
shoulder and his three uniforms in his other hand. He had his old one from
when he first joined the X-men, the leather one they had taken to wearing
for a while, and the new spandex ones they had started to wear.
Without a word, he threw them in Scott's lap.
"Kurt, what is this?" Scott asked, standing up and looking at the
uniforms in confusion.
"My resignation papers." Kurt said blankly, heading for the front
"You're leaving? But..."
"Oh let the little half-demon go." Emma said silkily, her hand taking
Scott's hands firmly. "We can do just as well without him." Kurt ignored
the stab, continuing on his way in silence.
"He's not half-demon." Scott said angrily. "His father's a Mutant
like his mother." Emma shrugged, putting on his ultimate slutty best for
"I forget that sometimes." She said. "But whatever he is, we don't
need him. We have so many others that can help..." She used her powers to
tilt Scott in her favor, and he soon was sitting back on the couch with
her, accepting the fact that they didn't really need Kurt after all.
She could twist Scott to her way, but she couldn't twist Logan to her
Narrowing his eyes, Logan ran after Kurt and caught him by the elbow,
just as he was getting ready to get into one of the cars.
"Let go of me." Kurt said without looking at him. "I'm through with
protecting a bunch of savages!"
"I think there's some kind of role reversal going on here, Elf."
Logan said. "I'm usually the one trying to leave and you're the one who
gets me to stay instead."
"My mistake." Kurt said. "Are you going to let me go or do I have to
teleport away from you?"
"You can try." Logan said. "But I'll hunt you down if I have to. Why
don't you stay and talk about this?" Kurt shook his head.
"There's nothing to talk about." He said. "I'm leaving and that's
final." With that, he teleported into the car and slammed on the gas,
charging through the gates before Logan could do anything to stop him.
Sighing, Logan placed his hands on his hips, shaking his head a bit.
He had to do something to try and change Kurt's mind.
He had to try, but what could he do?
Three Months Later
Nothing had changed; Kurt hadn't expected it to either. He lived in
an apartment, taking care of himself as far as he was concerned. He had
given up on prayer; prayer was for the foolish who honestly believed that
God cared what they asked for.
Kurt received letters and phone messages from his worried friends and
former students from the mansion, but he ignored them, deleting the
messages and burning the letters without opening them.
So many years of his life... wasted in protecting those who would never
appreciate or care about his and the other's sacrifices.
He was thinking about this when he heard someone knocking on his
door. When he opened it, he tried to slam it shut again, but Logan stopped
it with one strong hand and entered the room easily.
"You're not getting rid of me that easily." He said.
"What do you want?" Kurt snapped, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I want you to come back to the school with me."
"Get out before I teleport your head from your shoulders." Logan
snorted softly, shaking his head.
"You wouldn't do that to me, Kurt." He said simply. "You wouldn't
hurt a flea if it was sucking your blood right from your tail!"
"Tell me about it." Logan sighed softly. Shaking his head, he
shrugged a bit. "I can see that you're not going back are you?"
"You see right." Kurt said. "Can you see that I want you out of here
too?" he asked, raising his eyebrows slightly.
"Yeah, I do." Logan snorted softly. Kurt turned around swiftly, his
tail swishing in agitation.
"Then get out." He said. He heard Logan put something down on his
table, and then he left his apartment. Turning around, Kurt's hard eyes
His broken rosary lay on the table, looking forlorn and so very old
He remembered the day that he got it, and he remembered how happy he
was too. Slowly, he walked up and sat at the table, turning the broken
beads in his fingers slowly.
In a way, the rosary represented his life now; shattered and cracked,
unable to be fixed.
Or was it?
Slowly, Kurt slid a bead back onto the chain into place. Chains could
always be mended, and beads could always be glued gently back together into
near perfection once more.
Maybe, just maybe, lives could be mended this way too...
Scott was looking over a few records when someone gently knocked on
"Come in." he called, without looking up from his work. Slowly, Kurt
slipped into the room, looking quite sheepish as he did so.
"Kurt?" Scott looked up in surprise, and he smiled faintly as he got
up. "How the hell have you been? Where have you been?" he asked. Kurt
shrugged, waving his questions away with one hand.
"Scott, I was wondering," he said softly. "Do you... Have my uniforms
still?" When Scott nodded, he let out a soft sigh of relief. "I was
wondering... I don't want to go back on missions though but... Can I..."
"Go back to teaching?" Scott offered gently. When Kurt nodded, he
smiled and clapped him on the back lightly. "Of course you can! We were all
hoping that you would!" Kurt smiled faintly.
"I'm glad about that." He said softly. "And about the missions?"
"You don't have to start taking them until you're ready to." Scott
assured him gently. "I understand what you're going through."
But did he? Kurt didn't think he did, but he appreciated Scott's
understanding about him not wanting to do nay missions for a while.
Smiling, he took Scott's hand before he headed back to his old room.
Emma had turned it into her make-up and accessory room, but with help
from Warren, Logan, and Kitty; Kurt turned it back to his old room.
Beside a wooden cross that hung over his bed, Kurt's rosary hung on a
small nail. It had small chips in it, and the chain had small knots in it,
but it was intact, and that was all anyone could ask for.