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Forever Yours: Whether I Like It or Not...	By : Tristatt Category: X-men Comics > Het - Male/Female Views: 3825 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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People are actually reading this stuff, huh? I guess I should continue to update it. LOL. No, it is not a pregnant fiction - that would ruin alot of my plans- you'll see why. Been struggling to get back on track, but reviews have kept me going. Actually, they serve as little reminders in my inbox that I have started this and should follow through. I suppose we should work on some plot development stuff? next chapter.

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Kate had for the first time comprehended what embarrassment was and it had only made it worse when Kurt had left her in that predicament to turn a bright red all on her own. No amount of yanking the blankets over her was going to serve as a thick-enough shield between Beast and Logan and her pride. The two had quietly gawked before Beast’s inability to cease to be amazed was overridden by his need for damage control; thusly spawning a polite conversation.
“I see you’re feeling better.” He had started.
Logan either wasn’t aware of the cue or didn’t care to follow it because he stared a moment longer and a smug grin coyly spread over his face; “You’re lucky it was Kurt and not me,” he left a pause for her mind to come to its own conclusion, “I wouldn’t have stopped.” He seemed rather proud of that fact and of the reaction he’d gotten from her – somewhere between disgust and horror.
            “I’m sure she’d teleport pieces of you all over the mansion, Logan.” Beast had jested, but it made Kate feel like she wasn’t completely left alone with lecherous men. Logan shrugged, not caring enough to have a come-back; he was too busy closing the gap between himself and Kate.
            “Uh,” She pulled the blanket tighter around herself, bracing for the worse, “what are you doing?”
            He placed his hands on both of her shoulders and leaned in uncomfortably close; inhaling the air, “Something isn’t right-“
“Subject bpm exceeding 140, stand-by.” The device announced. Logan held his distance a moment longer and then pulled away, giving her a foot of space and watched her tremble. Beast had closed the gap at the other side of her, “You need to try and calm your body, deep breaths.” He demonstrated by inhaling audibly, hoping she’d follow suit.
            She looked at him like he was her only lifeline. Logan’s presence worried her; from what she knew of him, he was unpredictable and extremely intimidating, and now with the random updates from the portable PA system, nothing good would come of her growing anxiety. She nervously drew in a breath and tried to follow suit.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Logan was as equally uneasy about haphazard announcement.
“Her heart rate is up – if it continues we’ll be back at square one-“ Beast explained.
“Square one?” Kate questioned; unaware she’d been part of any squares previously.
“Square one; the part when you get electrocuted.”
“Oh…” she hazily remembered Kurt mentioning it, “I’m calm.”
“Subject BMP exceeding 160, stand-by.”
Beast gave her a look which called ‘bullshit’ on her prior claim, “What’s making you feel uneasy?” Beast interjected, trying to work quickly.
She didn’t make eye contact, but pointed upward to Logan who took a step back and raised the palms of his hands to show he surrendered. “Subject BPM Exceeding 170, administering Adrenaline.”
Kate didn’t have enough time to ask what was happening. Before she could form ‘what’ with her mouth, the surge of energy and panic pulsed through her. Her thoughts became hard to sort out – all she could focus on was how scared she was and that she felt Logan was a threat.
“Kate?” Beast waited, watching her as she seemingly disappeared into her own mind. “Kate, are you alright?” Her body was shaking and her breathing picked up.
“Hey, kid.” Logan moved to go tap her and in one fell swoop she grabbed his arm and pulled him over the bed; crashing to the floor on the other side. He recovered quickly and eased himself up off the floor, “What the hell was that?”
“Heart Rate increasing --Threat is not neutralized, administering adrenaline- shutting down non-vital functions.” Some of those non-vital functions were useless things like digestion and judgment- without any ability to assess when she was or wasn’t in danger, she could only count on the cut and dry morals of her device. Her device, responding to chemical signals, comprehended that there was a threat; Logan, and in an attempt to maintain its host, had basically shut her brain off and diverted all efforts to eliminating him.
Kate came at him and knocked him in the chest with her shoulder. It didn’t faze him one bit. He, instead decided to put an end to this once and for all and gripped her tightly into him in the hopes if she had no space, she couldn’t move. She smashed her head into his face, breaking his nose and drove her elbow into his side. He released her, “Hank, what the hell is going on?” She came at him with the chair Beast had sat on earlier in the day.
“It would seem that it does more than just monitor.” Beast replied nonchalantly, trying to sift through the chaos to find a safe spot.
She swung the chair a final time and let it fall. It was proving to be ineffective; he was healing too quickly. She ran at him, knocking things down from the long table that hugged a wall- glass mostly, and sent the items crashing to the ground. She swung her fists at him and he either dodged or caught them – unsure of what else to do. He could easily win, but decorating the room with her entrails wasn’t exactly what he was going for. “Figure something out before I fix it myself.” He continued evading her.
Beast used the intercom on the door panel, called for help, then promptly attempted to intervene. Unable to appeal to her reasonable side, had grabbed a flailing arm and found himself on the glass covered floor struggling to breath with her hands around his neck. “Ka-“ He tried to squeeze out; perhaps she’d have enough self-control to stop, but upon Beast reaching up to push her off of him she’d let go only to break two of his fingers. Logan had thrown her off and she slid on her back across the glass; leaving a wide streak of blood in her wake. It took less than a minute from when Beast had requested back-up before the doors opened, but it was enough time for the room to be trashed and all parties involved to be injured.
“She’s not herself-“ Hank warned Scott, Ororo, and Kurt, as Logan helped him up. He touched his neck and was surprised by the damage she’d inflicted.
“What the hell happened?” Scott watched as she stood lifelessly and focused on the group by the door.
“What does it look like pretty boy? She’s fucking crazy.” Logan continued to heal and came forward of the group.
“Perhaps it’d be best if you left, you’re the reason this all started.” Beast had reminded him that he was, in fact, intimidating.
Logan relaxed his hands, which had been tight fists seconds ago, and casually walked out, “Good luck ladies.” he gave a half-assed wave and left them to their demise.
“Kate?” Scott tried to get her attention. Unfortunately he succeeded in this. She looked at him for a moment, quietly, than grabbed a stapler which had fallen and whipped it at his face, breaking his visor. “Shit!” He closed his eyes and moved to find the wall.
“Kate, no one here wishes to hurt you. You are safe-“ Ororo tried to plead her case. Kate sluggishly grabbed a piece of broken glass and stood eerily and off center. “I don’t want to hurt-“
It was Kurt’s hand on Ororo’s arm that had ended her threat of bodily harm. He moved ahead of her, one arm outstretched – as if he were reaching over a gap. “Kate, you don’t want to do this. These people care about you.” The ‘th’ sounds swam in his accent and came out as a hard s/z.
“Subject’s BP dropping; increasing clot factors.” The PA more concerned about keeping her physically mobile and not at all aware of the consequences its influence had had on her. She twisted her torso sideways- readying herself to strike.
“Kate-“ It was the only warning he gave before he BAMFed behind her and hyper extended her wrist; forcing her to drop the glass. She struggled against him and whacked his chin with her face. He hadn’t expected her aggression to continue, but it had- and fiercely. She ran backwards, trying to drive him, barefoot, into the glass.
“Pheromone signature recognized, stand-by.”
While Kurt had little understanding of the first bit, he understood by now that ‘recognized’ and ‘stand-by’ together had meant that the device was open to direction, “Subject, stop trying to obliterate everything!” He spoke directly and coldly- like she were a machine to be turned on and off.
“Acknowledged.” A moment passed, “All non-vital functions restored, albuterol .87ml delivered subcu.” Another moment passed and Kate’s body language had become noticeably less tense and she had all but fallen on her face. Kurt had guided her into his arms and carried her out of the minefield of glass, blood, and 214 pages of whatever Beast had been reading; now scattered about.
They had breathed a collective sigh of relief and took a moment to gawk at the damage. While it wasn’t uncommon, nor the worst to have been seen, it was unexpected from her. The aggression and inability to be reasoned with was highly uncharacteristic for her- she was loud-mouthed, sharp tongued, and constantly deceptive – but now she was a loose cannon.
“We should go across the hall and get ourselves cleaned up.” Beast began, vainly attempting to clean his now broken glasses.
“What about her?” Ororo had asked motioning to her.
“She needs to stay sedated.” Scott had intervened. It had taken a lot for him to stand by and keep out of harm’s way – but the risk was too great. Ororo touched his shoulder, her way of saying she’d see him upstairs when the time came.
“I’d have to agree with Scott,” Beast started, abandoning the idea of fixing his glasses, “this device of hers is too unpredictable, she’s too unpredictable.”
Kurt had remained quiet up until this point, a sense of anxiety slowly starting to rise to the surface, “How long are we leaving her like this?” His grip tightened around her.
There was hesitation between the small group, but it was Scott who felt like he needed to come up with an answer, “Indefinately, Who knows what Sinister actually did to her. This could be some way to gain a foothold,-“
“She’s a victim, Scott, not our enemy.” Kurt, soft spokenly, tried to defend her.
“Think about it Kurt, she wasn’t strong – she wasn’t aggressive – she started out… normal,” he found it hard to keep his eyes closed while he felt adamant that he was right, “whatever is happening to her- it’s progressing. Who knows how far it will go.”
“Kurt,” Beast interrupted, “I don’t necessarily agree with indefinitely-“
Scott faced him, honing in on his voice, “It’s too dangerous to not-“
Beast had remembered how much he disliked being interrupted and pressed on through Scott’s soap-box moment, “perhaps we could utilize sedatives to keep her calm but awake?”
The door to the room opened again and Logan had appeared behind Professor Xavier, “I think a lot of decisions are being made for the only one who should be making them.” He moved himself further in and had come beside Kurt and Kate. He put a hand on her head and found himself unable to hear her thoughts through her newly found interference.
“She threw Logan around like a ragdoll,” Scott began to state his case.
“I’m not going to fight her, she got stronger, not invincible,” Logan defended.
“Keeping her sedated would be as selfish as turning her away.”
“She’s not a mutant,” Scott argued.
“She’s enough of one that Sinister seems interested- and besides, at what point did we start turning our backs on others Scott? Mutant or not?” Xavier had paused for a counter argument, but Scott didn’t offer one. Instead, he remained silence and faced away from him. “We assumed that the purpose of Sinister’s device was to solely monitor her physiological activity- and it still is.” he continued to draw on the collective memories of the ordeal from all those involved, “responding to fear, it enabled her to protect herself. She isn’t any more or less dangerous than any of us- she just needs to learn control.”
“Learn control? That thing is in control of her. At the drop of a hat she destroys the lab, kick’s wolverine’s ass, and break’s Hank’s fingers for no reason-“
“I touched her while she was already in a panic, Scott,” he squeezed a finger lightly and the pain that shot up his arm, though manageable, reminded him of how strong she had been for that moment, “it’s classic redirected aggression-“
Kurt had loosened his grip on Kate, having felt the threat of keeping her in a vegetative state had long passed, “I wouldn’t worry about it happening again.”
“And why is that, Kurt?” Xavier’s interest peeked by the suggestion.
“I told her to ‘stop’ and she did- she dropped everything and,” he looked down at her to signify that her slumped up against him was the result, “The professor is right. She needs to learn control- but until that happens, as long as I stay with her she can be stopped.”
“This is a mistake, you don’t have control over her, Sinister does.” Scott reminded them.
“Ja, I’ve had enough of this for one day, Abschied, Damen and Herren.” Kurt had BAMFed taking himself and Kate up into the mansion where by the time anyone had come to find them, commonsense would have had time to sink in.
“Meine liebling?” he questioned once the two had been nestled up together on his bed.
“Yeah?” she questioned, not fully with it.
“Könntest du mich je lieben?” He remained silent after having asked, waiting to hear a response but not expecting one.
“Vielleicht.” She had said it quietly upon exhaling and said nothing more for the night.

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It had been Kurt to awake this time to find things not as he had left them. She was in bed, on top of the covers and Kate, whom had rested against him- was gone. “Kate?” he asked, but received no response from anyone. He scanned the room and checked the bathroom next. Little by little he had combed the mansion trying to not be conspicuous. If anyone had found him to have lost Kate after the spiel about staying with her, he was sure drastic measures would be taken on his misunderstood guest. Unease rushed over him and he had wondered if commonsense had not been so common and Scott had done something.
He had found Scott outside in the front of the mansion playing basketball with some of the younger children, “Where is she?”
Scott ignored the question and threw the ball, “Nice to see you to.”
“I wont ask again, where is she?” Anger was creeping into Kurt’s demeanor.
Scott had caught this and signaled a T with his hands and called time out. “You should know. Don’t you have ‘ control ‘ of her?”
“If you did anything-“
“Save it, Kurt. I didn’t do anything to her. Believe it or not, I thought keeping her out would have been safer for her- I’m not the bad guy, here.”
“I just- I don’t know where to find her.” Kurt started to feel slightly bad about outwardly accusing Scott.
Scott sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, “I’d check with hank- she was loaded with glass and he had planned on getting to it sooner rather than later.”
“Ach” it had skipped his mind completely- “Time in!” he yelled out and BAMFed back into the lower levels of the mansion.
It wasn’t hard to find her once he had known where to go- she was quite vocal, “I’m going to make you into a coat!”
Kurt leisurely turned the corner and opened the door into the smaller room to see hank sitting beside Kate. A light overhead craned to shine on her bare back and a tray reached over her legs with a smaller collection tray that was quickly filling with glass. “I’m not even halfway done and you’ve designed your wardrobe around me- won’t be anything left for a rug.”
“Fuck, just stop!” She cried out; unable to move against the restraints as she laid facedown on the narrow bed.
“I suppose I’m good for that.” Kurt approached the bed. Her back, feet, and parts of her legs were riddled with glass- both large and small. It was going to take a lot of time and patience removing it all- something only Hank would have; especially concerning Kate’s crude words.
“Get out of here!” She yelled once aware Kurt was around.
“You first.” He teased.
“Kurt, though opportune, is not the best time.” Hank had found himself to be rather serious at the moment. While there was no way for her to get free, he had felt bad about the pain it would cause her and worried that her device had not sought to ease it.
“Why isn’t she out?” Kurt innocently asked.
“She’s lost too much blood- using drugs on her would only lessen her chances of survival- apparently her device agrees.” He plucked out another shard of glass and dropped in into the tray.
“I can’t take it anymore- can’t we take a break?” She pleaded, somewhere between whining and crying.
“Are you able to stop bleeding out?” Hank questioned in an even mannered tone.
“No.”
“Ok then, shall we?” He grabbed another piece with the long tweezers he held and plucked it out of her.
“Shit!” she squimed against the pain “I just want to pass it, why can’t I?”
Kurt had, meanwhile, lost the humor he often fronted with, and found himself on the other side of her, not sure of what he could do. It must have been obvious that he felt helpless because Beast had taken a moment to look up at him, “Why don’t you let her squeeze your hand?” To have been given instruction at this time was a godsend- it was something he could focus on and he was more than glad to do it. He slid his hand into hers and as every shard had been pulled from her flesh, her fingers had tried to crush his. As the time went on, her ability to grip his hand faded and towards the end, the two had simply held hands and she quietly watched him worry. Three hours of the ordeal and it was over. Kate had been stitched, covered in antibiotic, bandaged, and finally covered with a sheet.
“Can these come off now?” She struggled against the restraints to make a point.
“They will once you’re asleep. We can’t risk you moving and opening up anything.” Beast informed her, much to her dismay. Kurt had stood up and stretched himself out after being hunched over for nearly two of the three hours.
“You’re leaving?” She asked, thinking that he would have wanted to stay.
“Ja, unless-“ he didn’t need to say anything else, the pause itself was enough of a suggestion. Did she want him to stay? Did she feel safer or better with him around? She had clung onto his hand through the worst of it- perhaps she required more from the blue demon.
“No, definitely not.” Her tone was rude and served as to clear up any misgivings- she was in no way in desire of spending time with Kurt.
“As you wish.” He spoke quietly, making a light reference to a movie where the phrase had meant something more, and with that, he left with Beast; leaving her to herself.
She had regretted rather quickly her decision to be left alone. She was cold, tired, and worried. What had happened to her? What had happened to the other room? With her head, turned sideways away from the door, her eyes began to fill up and it was not long before she had to blink and a teardrop fell. The sensation of it rolling down her cheek had only driven her to make more and before she could rein it in she was sobbing. The whole thing had been one giant cluster fuck and she couldn’t make heads or tails of it. She had wanted to be grateful for all the good that had been done, but she was so angry with everyone for what had happened she found it impossible to be decent. Her mind still hadn’t absorbed everything and the longer she held it in, the harder it became to deal with. Her vocalizations became louder until something had touched her cheek. Trying desperately to clear her eyes of the blur her vision had succumbed to, it was easy enough to make out that the eyes that nearly glowed against the dark were Kurt’s.
“Weine nicht, mein Kleiner” He spoke out softly in the dark, “Alles wird gut.”
Though she felt like she didn’t understand a word of it, she had known it was meant to be comforting. He could have told her she was going to be gunned down in the morning, but the softness of his voice and the warmth of his hand made it feel hopeful.
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