Quixotic

Quixotic Chapter Thirteen (NC-17)

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Jamie was
secretly glad Rahne had gone to town with Storm, Amara and Rogue. She had been pestering him about her
Christmas present since the morning and he was running out of diversions. The snow crunched under his feet as he
tromped around the lake, trying to find where Todd had left the snow
shovel. Why the Hell did he leave it
out here anyway? Who needs to shovel
snow in the woods? He was glad of
the distraction from his previous lif thf thought—what to give Rahne for the
holidays. He had not asked any of the
other guys for ideas yet and was almost afraid to… Kurt, in his right mind, would suggest something impossibly
romantic, Scott something too practical, Remy…probably something illegal or
adult, Lance and Todd…Jamie honestly did not want to consider what those two
would give their girlfriends. He had
just about given up on his search for the snow shovel when he stepped on it,
and, for a moment, had a horrific cartoon notion of himself getting whacked in
the face by the handle and breaking his nose or teeth or both. Instead, he slipped. The metal had frozen to the ground and
become a nice, slick surface perfect for breaking one’s leg on. With a sickening crunch, he landed on the
hard packed snow, knocking the breath out of him as pain shot up his leg to his
brain. “Ow,” he said weakly. His
multiples concurred. All three of
them. “Go get someone from the house!”
he hissed. The pain in his leg was
unlike anything he had ever felt before, throbbing and burning and hideous all
at once. Belatedly, as the multiples high-tailed
it to the mansion, he realized that maybe he should have made one of them stay
with him, just in case. In case
what? Not like I’m going anywhere… He sighed and winced anew as he tried to lay
more comfortably in the snow. Oh…so
that’s what he was doing. A few
feet away, mostly hidden by brush, there was a dugout in the snow. Forts. Must’ve been planning a snowball fight from
Hell later. Damn it. I’m not gonna be able to play. He heard some crunching coming towards him from the direction of
the woods and let out a shaky breath. Must
be Logan. He’s the only one who can
stand being out in this cold for too long…
“Hey!” he called a bit weakly. “Over
here!”

“I see you
just fine,” came the cheery reply. “Though
one does wonder what one is doing on the ground in this weather. You should be inside!”

“Kurt,”
Jamie sighed. Then more loudly, “Kurt,
I broke my leg! I need help…”

Kurt
appeared at his feet, grinning. “I saw
you fall. Save for your leg, it was quite funny.”

Jamie
blinked. “Another one?” he
groaned. “Who are you now, Sybil?”[1] Kurt was dressed in something like a
Halloween costume, to Jamie’s eyes—black pants, white shirt, ornately embroidered
vest and a red kerchief tied around his head.
“You’re not a pirate, are you?”

Kurt made a
face and laughed. “Not likely! We’re
miles from the sea and I can’t sail!
You don’t recognize a Rom when you meet one?”

Jamie
groaned more loudly this time. He knew
why the costume looked familiar. It was
one of Kurt’s old circus outfits, the stereotypical Gypsy garb that the
audiences expected to see in some performances, featured in some of Kurt’s
photos from his performing days. The
entire family would come out dresse sim similar costumes for the introductions and
the final bows, wearing their trapeze costumes in between times[2] “Not a Gypsy…”

“Rom,” Kurt said with a distinct
chill in his voice. “I am Rom[3].”

“Do Rom help people in need?” Jamie
asked through gritted teeth.

“Of course.” Kurt sketched a stiff bow and hastened to
Jamie’s side. “This may hurt a bit…” Gently he began prodding Jamie’s injured
leg, which the younger mutant could now see was bent at an odd angle just below
his knee, like it had a deep dent in the side that kept the shin from laying
straight.

“Fuck!”

Kurt paused, his brows raised. “I take it that hurt. I need to move you…my
camp is not far from here.
Unfortunately, my clan seems to have moved on for the winter. No matter,” he grunted as he slis ais arm
under Jamie’s shoulders and hips. “They
will return for me.”

“Camp? What…Put
me down!” Jamie swam in pain as Kurt
lifted him and lost consciousness for several moments. When he was finally coherent again, they
were a short distance away in the woods.
The clearing was small and bore evidence of paintball wars on the trees. Kurt had set up a lean-to over a dugout in
the ground, not exceedingly warm but very effective in terms of shelter. There was a small fire pit, carefully
covered so that a few prods would produce a fire from the smoldering ashes
again. Other signs of occupation were
few. “Kurt,” he managed, “someone’s
coming from the house to help me…”

Kurt carefully set Jamie down with
his leg stretched before him, frowning in sympathy to the hiss of pain produced
by the actions. “You know the people in
yon manor?”

“Uh…yeah…”

Kurt’s face lit and he smiled
broadly. “Excellent! Then you can help me!”

“Kurt, man, I gotta get help for
myself first…” His leg was now fairly
humming with pain, making his back teeth ache with it and his eyes water.

The older teenager bent and began
packing snow around Jamie’s leg. “This
should help with the pain and swelling, at least for a while. But truly, you know them in the manor?”

“Yes,” Jamie sighed, “truly.”

Kurt paused and became very
serious. “They are holding my intended
prisoner there. A very evil man,” he
paused, making a sign against such wickedness, “keeps her from me. We are to be married as soon as spring thaws
the snow but before that, she was oin oin me and my clan to travel south, to
the mountains…”

Jamie frowned. “South?
Kurt, the mountains are north of here…”

A confused expression crossed Kurt’s
face, then enlightenment. “The fall
must have addled your brains. North of
here is the sea. The mountains rise to
the south.”

Wherever Kurt was in his mind, it
was not Bayville. Jamie almweptwept
with relief when he heard Scott and Jean calling for him. “Here!” he shouted, making Kurt wince. “We’re over here!”

 

Kitty was too tired to be beside
herself. She had barely restrained
herself from lashing out at Beast, Logan and the Professor when they let Kurt
take to the woods an hour or so before; even with their assurances that he
would be fine, they would keep an eye on him, she was sure that something was
wrong. Unlike them, she did not think
this was just a passing fancy of an overtaxed mind. He’s missing something.
Something is wrong in his life that he needs this so much… And another, more upsetting thought: Is
it me? Is something wrong with me to
make him like this?

Kitty, please come to the rec
room.

She sighed.
Jean was growing stronger in her telepathy and it was getting quite
annoying. Be right there.

Better come fast. Kurt’s about to kill Scott.



“Where is she?” Kurt shouted, pinning Scott to the wall.

Scott freed himself with a hard shove. “Calm down!
She’s fine! She’s upstairs in
the study!”

“Liar!” Snarling,
Kurt lunged for his friend again, catching Scott’s shoulder as he dodged. The fell to the ground in a disorganized
heap.

Kitty skidded to a halt in the doorway, panting with exertion. “Why aren’t you stopping them?”

“I tried,” Jean snapped.
“He got me!”

Kitty noticed the red mark on her face and gasped. “Kurt did that to you?”

“Scott. On
accident. I tried to hold Kurt in place
and Scott had too much forward momentum…”

Kurt looked up at the sound of Kitty’s voice and got a
sharp blow across the chin for his trouble.
“Liebes!” he cried, grimacing in pain but ignoring Scott as he struggled
to his feet. “Are you alright?”

“Better than you are,” she replied honestly. She pulled Kurt to one side, making room for
Jean to tend to Scott. “Kurt, why did
you hit him?”

“He was keeping you here!” he said urgently. “Come, we can go now. He’s distracted!”

“No, sweetie, wait,” she said quickly as he tried to pull
her out of the room. “Wait a minute.”

“Aikaterine!
Kitty…” Kurt looked desperate,
his eyes wide with what must have been fear.
“We can’t linger…”

Scott had regained his feet and was looking very
angry. Jean kept her hand on his arm, a
silent reminder to keep his temper, as he approached Kurt. “Look, I know you’re not right in the head
lately, but…”

Kurt stepped between Kitty and Scott. “Stay back!”

Kitty was not sure if he was speaking to her or
Scott. “Kurt, he’s not going to hurt
me. I can leave any time I want.”

Scott opened his hands in a placating manner. “Look, Kurt…”

Kurt tensed as Scott took one step forward. Kitty barely had time to shriek a short,
sharp noise of surprise as Scott took a second step and Kurt leapt. They fell over the back of the sofa, Scott
catching Jean with the toe of his boot to her stomach and making her double
over in surprised pain. Kitty did not
know which way to jump first—to make sure Jean was okay or to try and stop
Scott and Kurt. Her decision was made
for her when a loud, cracking noise shot through the room. “Please tell me that was Scott’s head
hitting something.”

Jean shook her head, straightening. “Scott?”

“He flipped off me and I think he was going to try and
get me in a headlock,” he managed, getting off the floor. “He whacked his head on the coffee table.”

“Damn it!” Kitty cried.
She climbed over the sofa to kneel next to Kurt. “He’s knocked himself out again!”

Scott sighed. “Jean,
can you help get him to the infirmary?
We can put him next to Jamie…”

“Jamie?” Kitty asked in confusion. “What happened to Jamie?”

“Broke his leg.
Found him out there with Zoltar, king of the Gypsies.”

Kitty scowled. “That
wasn’t funny, Scott.”

“Sorry,” he managed sheepishly under twin glares from the
women.

“I have an idea,” Kitty said suddenly. “Don’t take him to the infirmary…”

Jean, who had already begun lifting Kurt using her
powers, frowned. “Why not?”

“Meet me in the Danger Room. I think I know a way to keep him from running off…”

 

A/N I’m sorry… I’m a smut
tease. I thought I could work it into
this chapter but…*sigh * Next up, Kurtty smut and some angst for Lance and
Amara. Or maybe just Lance.

 

 

 



[1] I know I’ve
quoted this before, but… It’s from the
movie Sybil with Sally Field as the title role. Sybil was based on a now widely discredited
psychological study of a woman who allegedly had multiple personality
disorder. “Who are you now, Sybil?”
was the famous line from that movie.

[2] Yeah, making
that up. It’s not anywhere in canon
that I know of and if it is…wow. I’m
more psychic than I thought.

[3] Just so you
know, whatever I know about Rom come from family stories (on my mom’s side, we’re
part Romany), books and witch stuff. I’ll
cite sources where I can and tell you flat out of something is pulled out of
thin air.