A/N: So this is the last chapter in Kurt's POV because it was so long. Hope y'all like it! Sorry for any repetition. And thank you to Marmite Jones, Dragoncat, x men big fan, Guest, and littleb98 for your reviews! I apologize if this chapter doesn't live up to your expectations, but I really hadn't planned on writing it so…yeah. On with the story!
Also, I apologize for this taking so insanely long. I do my best, guys. I also apologize to anyone whose lost interest in this story. :/
Kurt POV (**This starts right where Kurt was walking Alissa to the Professor's office!)
I guided Alissa down the seemingly endless hallways of the mansion toward Professor Xavier's office. Once we reached his office, I raised my hand to knock. But before my knuckles came in contact with the thick, dark wood, his voice rang in my mind again. "Ah, yes. Please come in." I pushed the heavy doors open and crossed the room before plopping down in one of the chairs in front of his desk.
"Good morning. I guess you're both wondering why I've called you in here?" Xavier asked us. His eyes passed back and forth between Alissa and me.
I nodded, expecting something about how we should find different sleeping arrangements in the future or setting an alarm on school mornings or something like that.
"Well, originally I had planned on only keeping Alissa home from school today, but after this morning's…situation, and some further thought into the matter, I decided it'd be best for you both to have a day off." As he looked back and forth between us, I caught an amused gleam in his eye.
I blushed and hoped my face didn't turn some obvious shade of purple. But before things got too weird and they started noticing, I asked, "So why don't you want us to go to school today, Professor?"
He cleared his throat before he began. "After the events of yesterday, I decided that Alissa needed some time off. The other students will fill you in on any assignments you may have missed, and have called in an excused absence for both of you." His eyes flickered between us for a moment. "I decided it was best to keep you home as well, Kurt, so that Alissa might have a familiar face around today." I nodded. Then he turned towards her, "Alissa, if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to speak to you alone for a few minutes."
"Sure," she responded, her voice lower than usual. Maybe it was just the morning grogginess still getting to me, but I thought I heard a hint of suspicion in her tone.
"Please excuse us, Kurt." He asked with a nod.
I quietly stood up and exited the room, the door clicking behind me. I didn't really have anywhere to go, so I just slumped back against the opposite wall and disappeared into my thoughts. I could have gotten up to go get dressed or something and changed out of the simple light grey t-shirt and dark blue shorts I'd worn the night before, but to be honest, I didn't want to get up.
I wasn't sure how long they were in there, but it couldn't have been more than fifteen or twenty minutes. I heard the creak of the large wooden doors as Alissa stepped out. I couldn't quite describe the expression on her face; there were so many emotions intermingling across it. The one that was most prominent, though, was the unease. Her pointed ears were twitching back and forth rapidly, even though there was no sound in the halls.
"Everything okay?" I asked. Even if it wasn't, she probably wouldn't tell me anyway. But she should know that I care.
Her anxious eyes locked onto mine, and I couldn't help but be awestruck. "They're so beautiful. The way they catch the light; it's like the gleam of the sun off the wings of a falcon." It was an oddly specific description, but that really was the best way to describe her. A falcon is a mighty, lone, solitary bird, with powerful wings and the gaze of a hunter. But for all its power and strength, nothing is more graceful and majestic. The same eyes that can strike fear also hone beauty.
"Yeah. He said he'd like to talk to you, though."
I had almost forgotten what was happening, I was so lost in my thoughts. After realizing it I blushed. "Oh, ok. Thanks."
I wanted to comfort her, to let her know that she's not alone in the world, even though that's what she seems to think. I wanted to hug her or something, but I knew she wouldn't go for it, especially after this morning. So as I passed her on my into the office, I opted for a more subtle approach. I brushed my tail along her arm, hoping she would understand what I meant. I closed the door behind me and pulled a chair up to me.
"Kurt, I'd like to talk to you about Alissa," Xavier began before I could ask.
"Okay. What's up?" Was she alright? Maybe there was something wrong with her. It would surely explain all her uneasiness. "Mein Gott, I'm going crazy."
"Alissa is completely fine, Kurt." He answered, probably after hearing my thoughts. "But I would like to talk to you about her."
I nodded and leaned back in the seat a little more. My heart started to speed up a little, nervous for what was to come. There were so many different ways this conversation could go, especially with a mind reader.
"As you already know, Alissa has been through an awful lot recently." I nodded my head. "Even though I did not pry into her mind, it is very clear that she is immensely stressed. The girl has been away from her family and everything she finds dear to her for close to a year now because she feels it is the only way to protect them from the dangers she put them in."
Even though I already knew most of that, it was still hard to hear. Everything she'd been through has been so hard for her, physically and especially psychologically. She truly did feel that she was putting her family in danger. And seeing how much her family had done for her, I can only imagine how that made her feel.
"Needless to say, she is very alone and scared, even though she'll try very hard not to show that." His eyes were boring into mine now, like he was trying very hard to make sure I was paying attention. "She needs a friend, Kurt. Someone who will be there for her, to support her, and to comfort her. Even though you two haven't known each other very long, it is clear you share a very special bond. It's quite amazing, really. It's something much deeper than a normal friendship." He smiled. "I think you are already aware of this, aren't you?"
"Shoot." He'd seen my blush. Well, to be honest, it was pretty obvious. What did you expect me to do when he said that? I mean, come on! "But he's right," I admitted to myself. "I've known from the beginning there was something…different about her." The whole time I'd known her, there was something special about her, and I'm not just talking about her being a mutant. I'd just shared a different connection with her that I'd never felt with anyone before. I did know, though, that if any of the others girls here, especially Kitty, heard me say that they'd blow it out of proportion and start going on and on about "love" and whatever. But c'mon, I wasn't in love with her. I'd barely known her a month! You can't fall in love with someone that fast, right? Besides, that probably wasn't the kind of connection the Professor was talking about. She's my best friend. I can't say that I don't care about her. Okay, I do love her, but maybe just not that way.
"Kurt?" Professor X asked, getting my attention. I hadn't even realized how I'd spaced out. Oh and guess what? Still blushing.
"Huh? Oh, sorry Professor. I've just got a lot on my mind." My tail curled itself around my leg. It always does that when I'm anxious.
"Don't worry, Kurt. Everything is fine. There is nothing wrong. However, there is something I'd like to ask of you." I nodded for him to go on. "I do need you to keep an eye on Alissa. I'm a bit nervous that she might try to run again. I can't let that happen. It's too dangerous. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if something happened to the poor girl."
"I would never let anything happen to her." I thought before I even realized I was thinking.
"What I mean is: I just want you to make sure she doesn't run off. She needs some stability right now. Hopefully it will help her relax and relieve some of the stress burdens she has acquired recently. Do you think you would be able to do that?"
"Thank you Kurt. I don't think she trusts me, or else I would talk to her more myself. This means—" He was cut off by a soft knocking at the door. A muffled "Chuck?" came through the thick wood.
The door slowly creaked open and Logan poked his head through the doorway. "Hey, I was just wondering if I could talk to you about something." He caught sight of me. "Oh, sorry, I didn't know you were talking to a student. I guess I'll come back later." He started to leave when the Professor held up his hand.
"No, that's alright, Logan. We were just wrapping up." He turned back to me. "Do you understand, Kurt?"
"Yes, Professor. No problem." I got up and left the room, brushing past Wolverine through the doorway on his way to the chair I had just been occupying.
Just as the door was slipping closed behind me, I heard Logan say "It's about that new kid, Chuck. There's something funny 'bout her." Then the door clicked shut. I froze dead in my tracks.
"WHAT?!" Oh, that had gotten my attention. Silent as a shadow, a turned around on my toes, not moving my feet at all. I then slipped into a crouch, leaning forward ever so slightly and putting my arm out for stability. Given Wolverine's sharp senses, I had to be absolutely soundless so that he couldn't hear me eavesdropping. And on top of that, even with my own advanced hearing, the door was thick, so I had to be quiet so I could hear through it.
It took a lot of concentration, but I could subtly make out the dampened voices. "…not sure how to describe it, Prof." Logan's gruff voice began. "I can just sense it; there's something special about that kid. I'm not sure what it is, just…power. Does that make any sense?"
"Yes, Logan, it makes a lot of sense, actually." The Professor replied. "In fact, I think there's something I need to share with you. I ask that you don't share this with the students, or anybody, for that matter. Especially Alissa. Can you do that?"
"Of course. But not even the Elf?"
"Oh, definitely not Kurt. For the exact same reason you shouldn't tell Alissa."
"Ok, fine. So what's going on?"
"Well…" His voice faded with the sound of footsteps emerging down the hall.
I spun my head in the direction of the footfalls. At first, I thought it was Alissa coming down the hall, but after a moment I realized that the figure was too tall, blonde, and male to be her. Really, the only resemblance was the wings, which weren't even a similar color, or size. But that aside, Warren was coming down the hall towards me, and I was eavesdropping on the Professor and Logan. Not good.
Very carefully, as silently as I could, I slid into a corner and into the shadows, hopefully unseen. I frantically searched my mind for a place to teleport to, but I still wanted to hear their conversation. Then an idea popped into my head. It probably wasn't the smartest thing I'd come up with, but I saw no other option at the time. I pictured the location in my mind and felt a familiar tugging at my gut. The next moment I was on the wall outside the Professor's office with purple smoke and the smell of sulfur dissipating around me. I slowly crawled down the side until I was just above the window, and then placed my ear against the stone.
"Jeez, that's crazy. And Alissa doesn't know anything about this?" Logan asked.
"As far as I know, no, she doesn't. And I'd like to keep it that way. She doesn't need this added burden in her life." I could imagine the Professor shaking his head sadly as he said that.
"Yeah, but she has a right to know. How long do you think it'll be before she realizes she's…not alone?"
"'Not alone'? What is he talking about?" I thought.
"Honestly, I have no idea. It may not ever manifest. There's no way to be sure until it does."
There was silence for a moment. "That's too bad. If it does, though, do you think she'll have control over it?"
"Again, there's no way to tell until it happens, if it ever does. But, from what I can tell, I don't think she will. At least not at the beginning."
Logan sighed. "Poor kid." They were quiet again, and I was silently begging for them to talk again, so maybe I could make sense of what I just heard. I was completely lost, and this sounded like a big deal.
I head the door click closed again and assumed Logan had left. Realizing there was nothing left for me to hear, I teleported up to my room. I stepped out onto my balcony and into the cool, gentle breeze. Leaning against the rail, I took a deep breath in, trying to clear my thoughts. "What the heck were they talking about?" My tail began twitching behind me, but I barely took any notice. "I mean, 'she's not alone'? And what's this about 'no control'? And the scariest thing is that even she doesn't know about this yet. What the hell is going on?"
I was trying to figure it out, when I noticed a figure coming towards the balcony, flying. At first, I thought Warren was sneaking up on me again, but as they came more into view, I realized it was Alissa. "My God, she's beautiful". You wouldn't believe how incredible she looked, though. These huge golden-brown wings just descend from the sky, her hair whipping behind her as she moves. It's simply breathtaking. I can't stress that enough.
I couldn't help but smile. "Well, fancy meeting you here."
"Sorry," she apologized. "I just wanted some time alone—ya know, to think—and I couldn't find a window or door or anything." She began to shift uncomfortably.
It took me a moment to realize what she was talking about. "Is she apologizing for flying?" I then realized that she had been in my room to get out here. "Oh, she's apologizing for sneaking into my room." I just shook my head. "Nein, don't worry about it. I completely understand." The silence that came after that was too awkward for me, so I tried to fill it. "So, do you want to go watch TV or something?" I offered.
She put her hand on her hip and shifted her weight to the other foot. "Hmm, well, I don't know…" Her mock indecisiveness made me grin.
But why not play along? "Oh, are you sure?" I raised my eyebrow. "I'll make popcorn! And I'll even let you pick the show!" My tail was waving back and forth excitedly behind me.
"Oh, well if you insist!" She winked. Then she put her arm around my shoulder as we walked out of the room. It took all my willpower to suppress the shiver, but I couldn't do anything about the butterflies that were causing a tornado in my stomach. "You are so gonna regret this, man."
I took a second for her words to hit me. "You just told a girl you'd let her pick the show. It'll probably be some cheesy romance chick flick. What have you gotten yourself into, Wagner?" I chuckled under my breath and shook my head.
Once we were back downstairs, I shouted to Alissa that I'd go get the popcorn and headed into the kitchen. I tossed the bag of popcorn in the microwave and pressed the button for popcorn. I leaned against the counter as the popping slowly began.
As I just started thinking, my mind brought me back to the night before; Alissa's head resting against me, the rhythmic inhaling and exhaling of her breath, watching her fluffy green tail twitch as she dreams, and the incredible amount of warmth she gave off. It took me awhile to notice it, but she really is abnormally warm. I wasn't quite sure what it meant, but I was pretty sure it was important. "Perhaps I could ask her if she's sick or something?" I was pondering this when the timer beeped on the microwave, signaling that the popcorn was done.
I pulled the bag out and poured it into a large bowl from the cabinet. "Hey, Alissa, do you want butter on your popcorn?" I called to her before I poured the butter over the bowl.
After a pause, she answered. "Um…yeah! Yes please!"
I drizzled the liquid butter over the popcorn and gently shook the bowl, letting it mix in. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something fuzzy on my arm-er, well, something unusually fuzzy on my arm. I plucked the tan, downy feather off my arm and smiled. "I can't get rid of her can I?"
And that was completely ok with me.
A/N: Again, I apologize for the wait. I'll try to update faster. Please drop a review!