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Starting with an accidental encounter	By : BluePixeledRedFox Category: X-men Comics > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 5389 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Much to my depression, I do not own Marvel, X-Men, or the delicious Nightcrawler... Only Lacy and her dysfunctional self. Also, no money is made from this by anyone, since it is not for profit.

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Yay, it's out! Sorry it took so long, guys, as I said before, since this is the next to last chapter, I wanted to make sure that everything was perfect for continutity's sake. And my kitchen flooded again... But it wasn't so bad this time, so yay! Also dealing with a seriously unethical supervisor at work, and trying to get the big boss see how bad he is. Anyway, I know we left at kind of a cliff hanger, so, here you go!

Lacy pulled the car to the side of the road and got out, untwisting the wires and locking the door before closing it.
Logan stood with his motorcycle leaning against one leg and watched her as she finished. “Returning the car?” He asked.
She nodded. “Yeah, I’d leave a note, but… Handwriting comparison…” She turned and headed toward the Senator’s offices, and Logan following her, pushing his bike quietly.
They got to the fence and she slipped through the bars while Logan swiftly climbed over them. Lacy quietly huffed in laughter, and he gave her a look. “Do all of you X-Men climb over a fence instead of going through?” She asked.
He looked away from her, going up the lawn.
She got to the door and peeked in, seeing no one there. She tried the doors, but they were locked. Lacy sighed and went to go to the next doors, but Logan pulled on one of the doors and there was a crack as the lock broke. She looked back at him and he gestured for her to enter.
“After you,” he told her. Lacy bowed her head in appreciation and went in.
They snuck along the hall and to the Senator’s office, opening the door and going in.
No one was there, but the light was still on. The desk wasn’t exactly the same as it had been the first time she’d come, but other than that, you couldn’t tell that there had been a struggle.
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a set of gloves. She pulled them on and went to the wall next to the closet as Logan closed the door and wandered toward the couches. Lacy moved the flag to the side and opened the closet.
The door opened and closed, the Senator stepping in, not looking up until he got halfway into the room.
Lacy’s eyes widened as she stepped a little farther into the closet.
Logan stepped closer to the Senator, and he went after him.
“Dirty mutants!” He cried. “You had to come back, didn’t you?” He advanced on Logan, for some reason.
Lacy would never want to be on the short but muscular man’s wrong side. As Lacy watched, the Senator attacked Logan, but Logan caught his arm, giving him a controlled punch in the stomach.
Her eyes stayed on them as she went to the desk and reached under it. She felt around, pulled out the .45, and stepped closer to the two. “Senator MacAvoy!” She called. He turned back and she lifted the gun. “You might have killed him- the man-”
“He wasn’t a man- he was a monster! They’re monsters! All of them!” The Senator told her sharply.
“You don’t know him!” She cried. “He’s more of a man than you!” She told him, taking a stance.
The Senator put his hands up, stepping closer to her slightly, Logan watching as he tried to calm her down, assessing whether she was a threat.
She certainly looked menacing, her disheveled clothes, fat lip, swollen cheek, a bruise growing around it, and the bruises from the Senator’s hands around her throat, along with the binding marks around her wrists peeking out from her sleeves.
“Miss, calm down-”
“So, this time it’s Miss?” She asked. “Not filthy mutant lover?” She demanded.
“Now, please, just calm down-”
“You’re afraid this time, right? Because you know what this will do.” She aimed towards his middle, to the biggest target. “I know what it’ll do, too.”
“What, feeling a little vengeful after your pet died?” The Senator asked, goading her and stepping closer.
She smiled and glanced behind him. “You do remember that there are two of us here, right?” She asked.
Startled, the Senator spun around to look at Logan, expecting him to attack, but he was still just watching them.
Lacy kicked the back of the Senator’s knees, making him fall to his elbows and knees. He quickly rolled over to defend himself, but Lacy had kicked off her shoe and gave a quick stomp to his stomach.
She straddled his chest, pinning his hands the same way she had Alissa’s as she looked down at him. “I work at the hospital. I’ve seen all the tests you’ve done with this. Written the reports.”
“You wouldn’t- you don’t have the guts-”
“So I know,” Lacy interrupted, aiming the gun at his face, “that first, your blood will start to fill with toxin. It will become thick, cluttered with dead and dying red blood cells, and unable to do it’s job. Then your body will start to dehydrate, losing the moisture in your system, and the nutrients will be unable to be processed. It will be like you starved and thirsted to death at the same time, while dying of toxic shock.”
“Sounds like a nasty way to go,” he said, looking up at the gun uncertainly.
“It is, according to the reports,” she told him.
“Then why aren’t you with him right now? Helping him through his hard time?”
“As you said; I’m feeling a little vengeful,” she told him, putting the barrel of the gun against his head.
Logan shifted, not sure if he needed to step in, but feeling confident since she hadn’t taken the safety off.
“Close your eyes,” Lacy said. The Senator did, expecting a loud bang, then nothing, but Lacy pulled her arm back, turning the gun and hitting him with the grip, knocking him out cold. She stood and kicked him before putting her shoe back on and putting the gun back under the desk. “What an idiot,” she said, going to the closet and digging her fingers in the side of the doorway to open the panel on the wall. “The safety was on the whole time.”
She pushed the buttons on the safe and opened it, pulling the larger papers out, shuffling through until she found the plans. “I think these are the ones, but…” She looked over to the wall behind the desk.
“What is it?” Logan asked.
“Well… Before, when Kurt teleported, I heard an alarm go off,” she told him. “From there,” she pointed at the wall. “And, it’s different than it used to be.” She stared at the wall for a minute, and reached forward touching the items on the newly renovated shelves.
The bottom was still cabinets, but the top part had been taken apart; the large, full shelves that once held books were now deep set and so small that they were only able to hold the few small knick knacks on them. They were also attached to the back wall instead of the side walls.
“Look,” she said as she noticed the crack along the bottom, between the back wall and the bottom of the shelf. She pulled and pushed the few books and knick knacks around, accidentally hitting a shelf and watching it raise, but not fall back down.
She pushed it up and the back wall of the shelf raised, a screen pushing forward. The bottom tilted and a panel was revealed. “Ahhh, I… Found it?” Lacy said in confusion.
Logan stepped up to it, unsheathing his claws. Lacy looked over in surprise at the sound, but her eyes were drawn back to the screen as it beeped an alert. “Looks like it.”
Lacy’s eyes widened as she saw his claws.
Logan pulled his fist back and sank it claw first into the screen. He pulled it down, shattering the glass and scattering circut boards and machine guts. He tore apart the machine, crushing the components into dust and destroying what they could see of it.
Lacy stepped back, getting out of the way as some of the pieces were thrown her direction.
Finally, Logan seemed satisfied that the machine was thoroughly destroyed, and stopped, taking a handful of debris with him as he went back across the room toward the couches.
Lacy watched after him, and turned back to the wall. She brushed what she could back into the wall and poked at what was left of the destroyed panel. Nothing on it was working, though, so she grabbed the letter opener from the desk, holding the dagger like object and wedging it into the panel, wiggling it until the panel started to close. The screen also backed out of the opening and the shelves came back down.
She stepped back and ran into Logan’s chest. Lacy turned around in shock; she hadn’t heard him move.
“What are you doing?” He asked.
“Oh,” she sighed in relief that it was him and not the Senator. “I- I’m cleaning up, so it takes a while for them to figure out that we were here, plus, if they don’t know where the machine is, they won’t know it’s destroyed-”
The Senator mumbled and shifted.
Logan stepped closer, picking him up by the collar and staring into his face as his eyes opened.
“Wha-” The Senator’s body jumped in shock and fear to be so close to Logan’s face.
“Are there any other machines?” Logan asked gruffly.
The Senator was silent, getting up the courage to sneer, but Logan’s sneer made his look like a three year old’s sad attempt to copy a parent. “I- I’ll never tell you! You disgusting, dirty, nasty-” He was cut off as Logan hit him in the head and knocked him out again.
“We’ll take him with us, he could be useful,” Logan gruffly said, tossing the Senator on the couch.
“Won’t they miss him?” Lacy asked. “And won’t he tell them where he was as soon as you-” She stopped, her eyes wide. “You will let him go, won’t you?”
“‘Course,” Logan said gruffly as he looked away and shook his head slightly. “Professor’ll erase his memory and he can go. After we see if there’s any other machines.” He looked at her to see how she would react, thinking most “pure” people would object, thinking that the good guys had to always be completely good. She surprised him by nodding and turning back to righten the rest of the room as though they hadn’t been there. He watched as she poked something on the desk with her gloved finger until she felt it was in the right spot. “What, ‘re you, OCD or somthin’?” He asked.
She glanced back at him. “No, photographic memory.” She turned back and blew a stack of papers so they were slightly apart. “They’ll never know anyone was here.” She arranged the flag in a certain way, and he’d have to believe that it was the same way it looked when they’d gotten there. “Ok, done,” she said. “Now, let’s get out of here. You go out the window.” Logan looked at her in question. She walked to the Senator where he was laying, still out cold on the couch, and reached into his pocket, pulling out his keys. She then went over to the windows, looking for a way to open them.
They opened in the middle, the top going out. Logan picked up the Senator and walked over to the window, grabbing onto the frame and jumping out.
Lacy leaned out, tossing the plans down and calling, “I’ll be out in a second.” She closed the window and fixed the curtain, then turned and started toward the door, taking a last look around and making sure everything still looked perfect.
Lacy shook her head in disbelief. This was almost too easy. She locked the door behind her and stuffed the gloves back into her pocket as she started down the hall, watching for people. She got back to the set of doors they’d come in from and tried to open one, but it was the wrong one, and remained closed.
She tried another, but a security guard came before she could open it. “Hey! What are you doing here so late?” He asked as he go closer. “You know you’re supposed to use the main doors at the front.”
Lacy turned and looked up at him. “Oh, I-”
“What happened?” He suddenly demanded, seeing the state she was in; tear streaked, beaten, clothing torn, the run in her stockings now going far down her leg and showing that it had been attacked. “Oh my God, are you ok?” He asked, putting a hand on her shoulder.
She looked into his concerned face and saw what he was thinking. “Oh- it was awful, the Senator, he-” she said, turning and covering her face with her hands. “Please, I just want to go.”
The guard put his hands on her shoulders. “Are you sure that you’re ok?” He asked. “Do you want to call the police?”
“No- no, I’m fine, I just want to go home,” she said, a sob leaving her mouth as she thought about Kurt laying in a bed at the mansion. He looked hesitant, so she put her hand on his, looking at him with the tears in her eyes. “Please, let me go home,” she asked.
He looked uncertain, but sighed and nodded. “Well, if you- If you’re sure that you don’t want to contact anyone, I guess there’s nothing else I can do for you…” He stepped to the door she had been trying to open and unlocked it.
She paused next to him and briefly held onto his arm. “Thank you,” she told him before turning and hurrying away. She hurried down the sidewalk, looking back until she saw that he wasn’t watching.
Logan met up with her at the fence and she climbed through, holding onto the Senator as Logan pushed him through. He handed her the plans and grabbed the Senator again after he jumped the fence, lazily carrying him over to his motorcycle. “Gonna be a tight fit,” he told her, swinging his leg over and sitting the Senator haphazardly behind him. “You ever ridden on somthin’ like this before?”
Lacy nodded and held the Senator upright as she climbed on the far back, trying to get as close as possible so she didn’t fall off. “Yeah, when I was little,” she told him, thinking of how they’d always made her sit on the very back of the dirt bike at one of the foster homes she’d been at for longer. She stuck the plans down her shirt, making it so they were pressed between her skin and her bra, then wrapped her arms around the Senator so she could hold onto Logan’s waist.
He went slower, so she didn’t fall off, but they still made it back to the mansion at a speedy pace. Lacy took her feet off of the Senator’s, where they had been pushing forward so they didn’t get caught in the wheel, and let go, hastily sliding off the back of the seat, forgetting to hold the Senator’s body, which slipped off sideways. “Ahum, oops…” She murmured.
Logan looked at the limp body on the ground and dismounted, kicking the stand on the bike. He hefted the body up and headed toward the doors.
Lacy followed, closing the door and stepping into the elevator again. She watched the numbers silently as they descended. The elevator stopped, and Logan stepped forward, but held a hand out to her as she made to follow him.
“Good job tonight,” he told her as the doors opened, pushing a button and stepping out.
“Th- thanks,” she said quietly as the doors closed. She waited until the doors opened and stepped off. She recognized the floor as the one Kurt was on and hurried off, following her memory to the room he was in. She opened the door and looked around to see the larger blue man at a table, looking over some readouts, and Kitty standing next to Kurt. She entered the room and made her way to Kurt, pausing next to Kitty.
Kitty turned and looked at her before throwing her arms around her.
“What happened?” Lacy asked, a little nervously.
“He’s doing ok,” she said, giving a strange look to Lacy’s chest. “What’s going on with that?”
“Oh,” Lacy’s hand plunged down her shirt and she pulled out the plans. “I- I got the plans…”
Kitty’s mouth turned up in a knowing smile. “So that’s where you’ve been. I wondered where you and Logan snuck off to.” Lacy nodded sheepishly. “Where is he, now?”
“I don’t know, he got off of the elevator before me, but he had the Senator…”
Kitty’s eyes widened. “The Senator?!”
Lacy nodded again. “Yeah…”
“Wow… What did he say?”
“Nothing he’s unconscious,” she answered.
“No, Logan, what did he say?”
“Nothing, really. When he got off the elevator, he said good job…” Lacy shrugged.
Kitty smiled and reached for the plans. “I’d better get those to the Professor,” she told her.
“Oh, of course,” Lacy handed them over.
Kitty patted her on the shoulder as she turned and started walking. “That’s a whole, huge compliment coming from him. He likes you.”
Lacy watched her leave and glanced at the other man before stepping closer the Kurt and taking his hand in hers. She looked down at his face as her thumbs rubbed over the back of his hand.
A chair was pressed against the back of her knees and she sat, looking up in surprise at the furry, blue man. “Oh-”
“I thought you could use a seat after the night you’ve had,” he told her.
“Thank you,” she said quietly.
He smiled. “You might have saved his life,” he told her, looking up at the monitors. “He is stabilized. That’s something we’ve never been able to do before.” She nodded absently. “Do you mind if I ask how you know?”
“I have a photographic memory, and I work at the hospital, transferring the patient files to digital format,” she told him. “So, it’s not that I know how, just that I’ve had access to people who do, and read the files.”
He smiled. “How handy that must be,” he commented.
“Ah, not really,” she said shyly, looking away.
“I’m sorry,” he said suddenly. “I know that my physique can be intimidating…”
She looked back up at him in confusion. “What? No, I just would rather not talk about my past,” she said, looking away to hide the blush on her cheeks.
He smiled and held out his hand to her. “You can call me Hank,” he told her.
She gave a half smile and looked at Kurt before taking her hand from his and shaking Hank’s. “Lacy.”
“I’m glad that our young Mr. Wagner found someone like you,” he told her. “Someone who could look beyond physical appearance to the real person,” he elaborated in response to her questioning look.
She looked back to Kurt, humming noncommittally as she took his hand again. “Judging books by their covers and all that,” she murmured. “But he’s just as sweet outside as he is in.”
Hank’s smile widened. “Indeed. You should get some rest, Lacy,” he told her, turning to his table and leaving her to stare over Kurt.

Jean and Kitty walked into the med lab, looking over to see Lacy sitting, half on the bed and asleep with her head on Kurt’s hand. Jean put her hand on Lacy’s shoulder, and she jumped, waking suddenly, looking at them with sleepy, tear streaked, mascara haloed eyes. “Good morning,” Jean greeted. “We’ve come to take you home.”
Lacy’s eyes flew open and she shot up. “N-no, I can’t go- he’s still-” She looked back at Kurt, but looked forward when Kitty wrapped her arm around her.
“Just to get some clothes and things,” she explained. “We’d never send you away, unless it was more dangerous for you to be here.”
Lacy let out her panicked breath and nodded. She told them where she lived and they drove to her apartment. She went in, followed by Kitty, and pulled things out of the closet while she waited.
“So, this is where Kurt’s been for the last few days,” she commented.
Lacy blushed as she stuffed her laptop charger and headphones into her bag. It was definitely nothing compared to the mansion they lived in. Kitty sat on the ottoman and watched her push underwear into the bag.
“It’s nice.”
“Yeah,” Lacy said doubtfully.
“Bigger than my room,” Kitty shrugged, knowing she’d made the other woman embarrassed. “Do you want to shower while we’re here?”
Lacy looked to the shower. “Yeah, but… Jean is waiting outside...” She went into the bathroom and washed her face without looking into the mirror, brushing her teeth and taking the toothbrush and the rest of her bathroom things to pack. She almost looked respectable after she pulled the remains of her torn pantyhose off and threw them away, pulling on socks and looking at Kitty.
“Ready to go?” Kitty asked.
Lacy nodded and pushed her feet into some sneakers as they left.
When they got back to the mansion, Kitty opened the door and led her back to the main entry, but instead of going to the elevator, she directed Lacy to the stairs. “You can stay in Kurt’s room, I’m sure he’d insist,” Kitty stopped talking and paused on the stairs before continuing. “And it’s not like you haven’t used his shower before,” she joked, though her voice was a little strained. Lacy put a hand on Kitty’s shoulder awkwardly, and Kitty smiled back at her. “I know he’ll get better,” she whispered, and Lacy nodded.
“He’s strong, and we did everything right… We just have to wait.”
“Did the reports mention any specific length of time that the- that it might take?”
Lacy shook her head. “No, sometimes they didn’t even go unconscious, and sometimes… The early ones…” She looked away, not wanting to say it.
Kitty watched her and let out a breath. “He’ll be ok.”
Lacy nodded again, putting her things into Kurt’s room and turning back. “Let’s check on him.”

The door to the med lab opened and Lacy looked up, blinking, having been staring at the wall until she’d lost track of time. She looked back to Kurt, her hand squeezing his as pain spiked through her chest.
Logan stepped next to her. “Come with me.”
“Why?” She asked.
“We need to see if the Senator recognizes you.”
“Oh… Ok,” she said, looking back to Kurt, squeezing his hand again before standing and following Logan.
They got into the elevator and went to the floor he’d gotten off on the night before, walking down the hall past locker rooms to a main area with a door at the end of it. He opened the door and walked in with her.
It was a large room with sections that looked like they opened all around the walls.
The Senator was sitting on the ground, looking around at the barren walls.
Logan walked up to him and got his attention by kicking his foot. “Hey, you recognize her?”
The Senator looked up, a little dimly. “No…”
“You don’t remember- what happened?” She asked.
“What happened? Are you an Intern?”
“You-” Lacy pushed down her anger, but was unable to stop her glare.
“Your clothes are all messy…” He said.
“Alright,” Logan said, turning back toward the door.
“Why is he so loopy?” Lacy asked.
“The Professor hasn’t quite finished wiping his memory. He wants to get him away from the mansion first so he doesn’t remember us,” Logan answered.
Lacy looked back at the Senator. “He’s… not going to remember shooting Kurt?”
Logan shook his head to the side in a negative.
They got into the elevator and Logan pushed the button for the main floor. “You should get some sleep, clean clothes, maybe a shower,” he told her when they arrived, pushing her out of the elevator and hitting the button to close the doors.
She looked at the elevator for a minute before turning to the stairs.
There was a boy about thirteen, looking like he was hiding by the stairs.
“Ah, hi,” she said, waving slightly. The boy twitched, stepping back. “Ummm… Excuse me, then,” she murmured and started up the stairs. She walked down the hall, noticing that doors seemed to close as she passed. It was a little strange and disconcerting, but she made it to Kurt’s room, hesitating at the door, feeling awkward since he wasn’t here to let her in.
Her knuckles tapped against the door once and stayed there. She stared at them for a moment before she opened the door and walked into the room. She went into the bathroom and looked into the mirror for the first time since she’d left her apartment before this had all began.
No wonder the kids here were afraid of her; she looked like she’d gone three rounds in a boxing ring without the sense to block. Her bottom lip was still fat and sore, she didn’t know how she hadn’t been able to tell that her right eye was black and swollen now that she looked at it, and her left cheek was puffy enough that she might have had her teeth worked on, except for the large bruise. Her eyes slipped down her reflection in the mirror to the sink.
‘Kurt...’ His name ran through her mind. She stared at the floor as she shed her clothes, letting them stay where they fell as she walked to the shower, closing the curtain and turning on the water. She stood under the water for a minute, feeling numb.
Kurt was hurt. Badly. The man who had done it didn’t remember what he’d done, and would never be punished for it…
Lacy opened the body wash and smelled it. It smelled almost like Kurt…
She opened the shampoo and poured some on her hand, smelling her hair as it fell over her shoulder. It smelled a little like Kurt, too.
She felt a tear well in her eye and she looked up into the shower head, letting the water wash over her face.
‘Kurt,’ her brain called out, pain filling her chest. She turned and pressed against the wall, sobs starting to bubble up.
Lacy’s knees folded and she slowly sank to the floor, kneeling and starting to gasp as she tightly wrapped her arms around herself. “Kurt,” she sobbed, crying for him, her heart aching.
She stayed there for a good amount of time, turning pruny before she stood and turned off the water after making sure her hair was clear of bubbles. She dried off and walked into the bedroom, pulling her bag onto the bed and opening it. She pulled out some things and a wrinkled, dark tshirt fell onto the bed.
Lacy looked down at it, realizing that she’d accidentally packed the shirt that Kurt had worn three days before when he'd punched Peter in the face for coming near her. She bit her lip and picked up the shirt, holding it close and staring at it. Without a second thought, she pulled the shirt on and followed it with a clean pair of panties before putting her bag on the floor and pushing it under the bed with her foot. She climbed onto the bed and laid down, looking to the spot where Kurt slept.
Her hand clenched around the shirt collar and pulled it to her nose, breathing in his scent. She closed her eyes, remembering the last time she’d laid on Kurt’s bed, pretending he was still there. He kissed her and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close against his strong chest, her imagined form of him protecting her from reality for a while.
He kissed her again, her lips, neck, then his lips started to trail over her, giving her goosebumps. Lacy looked up at Kurt as he moved back to her mouth. He kissed her, his hands starting to move over her. She ran her hands over his chest, smiling up at him as he ran a thumb over her lips between kisses.
His hands wrapped around her wrists, pulling them up above her head and holding them there as he nibbled at her neck.
Lacy arched and felt Kurt’s tail wrapping around her wrists, tightening so she couldn’t move them, and his hands slid up her ribs, pushing his shirt up her body and starting to kiss and nibble on the tender spots on her ribs.
Lacy sighed and tried to reach for him, but her hands were still unable to move, held by Kurt’s tail.
He started kissing down her stomach, nipping at the tender spots along the way, but pressed against her as he moved back up, making his fur spark electric jolts through her skin as it slid against her. Lacy gasped and arched against him, knowing that her cheeks were heating as he stopped at her chest, his tongue and hands becoming occupied with her breasts.
He took a nipple into his mouth, sucking on it, then flicking his tongue over it while it was still in his mouth. Lacy’s heavy breathing filled the air as Kurt pulled back, gently squeezing her breast as he kissed it, leaving invisible lip prints all over it, then kissing a trail to the other breast.
With his lips busy, his hand squeezed behind her shoulder, continuing down her side to her hip, then over her thigh to where her panties covered her. His hand moved up and down, exciting the skin under the cloth and making her moan as his fingers squeezed a little.
After torturing her with the frustration of near touch, he finally grabbed her panties and pulled them down, leaning up to watch as his tail took them from his hand and pulled them down her, ending in flicking them away.
Kurt smiled and kissed her, taking her mouth, his tongue telling her what his body wanted to do to her.
Lacy wanted to touch him, run her fingers through his hair, over his shoulders, but she still couldn’t move them. She looked up at him when he pulled back, her lids only half open with desire as he looked down her body.
He watched his hand as his fingers slipped between her thighs and cupped her heat, making her inhale deeply. They spread her and stroked over her, brushing against her clit and making it ache for more contact. “Lacy,” he whispered, kissing her neck and jaw when he saw that she’d closed her eyes. “You’ve watched me before, why not now?” He asked.
She turned her head to find his lips, but he pulled away, and she opened her eyes to see the teasing smile on his lips. His finger moved down, teasing her entrance for a moment before sliding into her. Lacy let out a short cry, arching up to his hand as it filled her. “Kurt,” she sighed.
“Yeah?” He asked, his finger now moving easily in and out, his thumb rubbing across the begging nub of nerves a little higher. She sighed again, closing her eyes as her body pressed against him, begging on its own for his touch. He kissed her collarbone, moving down a little, but not reaching her breasts.
He was always so restrained, using his superhuman self control to torment her until she was begging. His head leaned down, his hot breath clouding around her nipple, but he didn’t touch her, only teased.
His hand quickened its motions and Lacy cried out, her body tingling as it got closer to ograsm. “Lacy, have I told you how much I love to hear you moan?” He asked, his lips just brushing her nipple as he spoke, making more tingles spread through her.
“Y-yes,” she told him, her back arching, but she was unable to get her breast to his mouth.
Kurt smiled and kissed her breast, pulling back to kiss her neck as well. His hand stopped moving, his finger still buried deep in her and stroking, as though telling someone to “come here.”
“Lacy, are you close?”
She nodded, gasping and panting, unable to speak.
His smile widened. “I love the sounds you make,” he told her. “They’re so beautiful. Come on, Lacy, moan for me,” he coaxed.
She opened her eyes to look up at him, gasping for breath at his sexiness.
“Lacy, don’t make me stop,” he threatened, pausing his hand before starting to stroke her again.
“Kurt, please don’t stop,” she told him breathily, hardly keeping her head.
“Moan,” he ordered, his thumb starting to move from side to side over her clit.
Her eyes shut and she obeyed, moaning and arching.
“I’m going to make you come without doing more than wiggling two fingers,” he told her, making her moan louder. “That’s it,” he whispered. “Tell me how you feel.”
Lacy gasped, panting as little half moans left her lips. She was close- so close- and- “Ah- Ahhhh!” She cried out, arching and continuing to cry out as his fingers started thrusting again.
He didn’t let her rest, kissing her and nuzzling against her lips. “Now, say my name,” he told her.
She looked up at him, breathing, “Kurt…”
“Not like that,” he told her, taking his hand from her and turning her over onto her stomach. “Say it.”
“Kurt?” She asked, not sure what he meant.
His hand, still covered in her slick juices, came down on her, making a sound smack against her ass.
“Oh,” she jumped.
“On your knees, Lacy,” he told her. She tried to comply, but her hands were still trapped above her head. He smacked her again. “Now.”
She managed to kneel in a bowed position, her hands and forehead against the mattress.
“Good. Now say it,” he told her. Lacy took a breath and said his name, as normally as she could. “No, not like that,” he said, his hand landing on the pinkening spot on her ass. She gasped, feeling her insides shift pleasantly against each other. “Keep saying it, until you get it right,” he demanded.
“Kurt,” she said again, but his hand connected with her ass.
“No.”
“Kurt,” she repeated at the end of her gasp.
“No,” he said as his hand left another mark, then another as she paused. “You’re not saying it fast enough,” he told her.
Lacy had barely gotten her gasp out when she said it again, “Kurt.” His hand slapped her, and this time she moaned. “Kurt,” she said, but his hand still came down. “Kurt,” she said, her lip starting to tremble.
“Lacy, you’d better try harder,” he told her, spanking her again.
“Kurt,” she moaned.
“Closer,” he told her, his hand hitting over the same impression.
“Kurt,” she gasped, feeling herself get wetter.
“No,” he told her, his hand landing and making her body jump forward again.
“Kurt!” She cried out.
“Yes,” he said, finally. “That’s it. Again.”
“Kurt,” she cried again as his hand struck her. His hand smoothed down her tender, pink behind, going lower to the moist heat and pausing before suddenly plunging a finger into her. “Ah!” She cried.
“Wrong,” he told her, his finger leaving her to leave a wet mark as he slapped her ass again.
“Kurt,” she moaned.
“Right,” he told her, burying his finger in her again.
“Kurt,” she gasped.
“You better start saying it correctly, or I’ll have to start spanking you again,” he told her, thrusting his finger into her.
“Kurt!” She cried out.
“Yes,” he told her again. His hand moved, hitting her deeply, fast and hard, until he was jackhammering her with his finger.
Lacy cried his name, keeping him happy as he drove her over the edge. She started tightening, and he pulled his finger from her and licked it.
“Have I ever told you how delicious you taste?” He asked. She nodded, feeling him shift around. He put one hand on her pinkened cheek, but instead of soothing, he used it to steady himself and thrust into her.
Lacy cried out, her hands clenching on the sheets under them.
Kurt’s hand moved, but came back to where it had left, making another smacking noise, and making her clench around him. “Have I ever told you how good that feels?” She nodded, unable to speak through her gasping. “Lacy,” he moaned.
“Kurt,” she cried back as he thrust again.
He gripped her hips and thrust hard, making tears build in her eyes at the feeling of extreme pleasure. Lacy cried out again and again as he smacked her ass while thrusting. Finally, she came again, feeling herself pulsing as Kurt pulled away.
He turned her over, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her leg over his hip with his tail. “Lacy,” he murmured to her, kissing her tenderly as he pushed in. She kissed him back hungrily as he lavished attention on her body with his hands. “Lacy, you feel so good,” he managed to get out between their lips.
“You’re wrong,” she told him. “You’re the one that feels so good…”
He looked down into her eyes, emotion filling them before he leaned back down to her lips. “Lacy, I- I love you,” he told her, kissing her as he continued to softly thrust into her.
“Yes,” she sighed.
Kurt’s lips trailed down to her throat. “Lacy, I love you,” he told her again.
“Say it again,” she asked, feeling her heart tightening. She thought she'd never hear him say that again.
He kissed across her collarbone, telling her, “Lacy, I love you.”
Lacy opened her eyes, arching and gasping as she came again. Her hands moved down, taking his cheeks and turning his lips back to hers. “I love you, too,” she told him, kissing him as his hold tightened on her.
“Kurt, I lov-”
The words quietly left Lacy’s lips as she woke, blinking her tear swollen eyes and looking around. She was still in Kurt’s bed, wearing his shirt, and it was still dark. “Kurt…” She murmured, turning back to the pillows as tears filled her eyes again.
It was only a few hours later that Lacy woke again, and it still looked dark outside. She tried to roll over and sleep again, but found that she couldn’t. She tiredly climbed from the bed and stood in front of the window, looking outside at the world.
How could it keep turning when Kurt was hurt and unconscious? She dropped the curtain and stepped back into the room. She pulled off Kurt’s shirt and got dressed from her bag on the floor. She looked around the room, then headed out and down the stairs to the main floor where the elevator was.
There was a group of students getting into the elevator, and she paused to see if there would be room for her.
One of them looked up and jumped, then all of them were looking at her, and an air of nervousness seemed to fill the elevator.
Lacy blinked and stepped back, not sure what to do, but Kitty looked out and saw her.
“Lacy! Don’t tell me, you couldn’t sleep,” she said, leaning out to grab her arm and pull her into the elevator.
“No, not very much,” she answered.
Kitty wrapped an arm around Lacy and hit a button. “We’re dropping her off first,” she told the kids.
The door opened and Kitty let Lacy go. She got off, turning to wave before heading down the hall. She made it to the med lab and opened the door to see Hank leaning over Kurt.
“Ah, good morning,” Hank greeted, taking the stethoscope from his ears.
“Good morning,” she answered.
“He’s doing well, but no sign of waking up, yet,” he told her. Lacy nodded, stepping to Kurt’s side. Hank wheeled a chair over for her and let her be, going back to whatever he was doing on the other side of the room.
She sat and stared at Kurt, clutching his hand, glancing at Hank to make sure he wasn’t paying attention. “No wonder you always get up so early; it’s barely the crack of dawn and everyone’s awake and doing things here…”
“I take it you’re a night person?” The Professor asked, surprising her as he rolled up to her with Jean.
“Ah, yeah,” she said.
Jean smiled as she handed a tray of food to Lacy. “We didn’t see you in the dining room, so we brought you some breakfast.”
“Thanks,” she said, taking the tray and putting it on the bedside table behind her.
The Professor smiled to Jean, who smiled and turned, going to Hank. “Lacy, how are you feeling?”
She shook her head, looking at Kurt. “I want him to wake up.”
“We do, too,” he assured her.
“I know,” she answered. “But it’s different… Familial feelings and…” She couldn’t continue, but her dream filled her head. She’d said she loved him then, but couldn’t now. “Professor, if he doesn’t wake up… If he doesn’t wake up, what will you do with him?” She asked as she turned to him.
His eyebrows contracted in surprise at her question. “He’ll stay here, until he wakes up, or doesn’t need the machines anymore,” he told her quietly.
She clenched her jaw and nodded. “And how long until I’m asked to leave?”
“Lacy, after a time, wouldn’t you want to move on? Have the chance to fall in love with someone else?”
Lacy shook her head. “I will never feel the same way about anyone else. I have never felt the same way about anyone else,” she told him, unsure of why she felt so certain. “Ever.”
“Lacy,” he paused as though picking his words. “We appreciate what you did for the mutant community-”
“What did I do, Professor? You mean destroy things, get Kurt into danger and hurt, get you all into trouble with the Senator so you had to kidnap him, probably bring attention to you because of it?” She asked, her hand tightening on Kurt’s. “It’s all my fault-”
“No, Lacy, it’s not,” the Professor told her. “You saved Kurt with your knowledge, and got him back here quickly enough that he could be treated. You saved his life.”
Lacy shook her head. “I’m sorry, I don’t know you all, but I’m sure that you’re all wonderful people, and I know that it was the right thing to do, I still hope it helps you, but if we were back in your office, debating about who was going and how it would work, I’d be the one begging Kurt not to go, not the other way around,” she told him.
“I wouldn’t expect it any other way,” he told her putting his hand on hers. “That’s the way that love grows.” Lacy blushed, her eyebrows bunching as her body language tried to deny his words, but she did love him, and couldn’t speak to the contrary. “Lacy, what you did when you went on the mission, it didn’t make a difference one way or the other, except that you saved Kurt’s life. But when you went back, without question, without anyone asking or telling, you showed a courage that most people can’t even fathom; going back into the very place that you had been attacked and seen someone nearly die.”
“You make it sound heroic, but I’m just foolish, doing stupid things because I want to help… I’m not a hero.” She told him.
“You did all of that, just to help people you don’t even know. That is what a hero does, Lacy.”
She shook her head. “Kurt is the one who saved me… I just-” Tears started prickling at her eyes and she looked away, hating to cry infront of anyone.
“Lacy, because you went back, we have the plans for the machine that has been making life dangerous for us. Not only that, but you found the machine itself and Logan destroyed it. Also, since the Senator joined you on the return trip, we know that there are no other machines, or copies of the plans to make them. Effectively, you have made it safe for us to exist again, and not just in a comfortable way; by getting the Senator here, into a place where I could search his mind and erase his beliefs in mutants, we have less chance of dying because he was testing out ways to kill us, capturing mutants and torturing them to find the easiest ways to cause death. Lacy, we owe you an inordinate amount of gratitude,” he told her.
Her eyes were wide. “Wh- Ho- I knew he was sick when I found out that he was the one making and testing the poison, but… Torturing and killing a race of people because they’re different- like Hitler... Professor,” she shook her head in wonder as she spoke. “How- he must not be right in the head to do things like that- how can you be sure it’s safe to let him out into the world again?”
“Lacy, you may call me Charles,” he told her with a smile. “You were told that I am a psychic?” He asked.
She shrugged. “Kind of figured with everyone talking about you being able to get into other people’s heads,” she told him.
He chuckled. “I have taken everything to do with mutants, hurting people, and you, out of his mind. He will never think about us again, and if he does, his opinion will have to be made from scratch.”
Lacy shifted her face away, looking at Kurt. “I just wish he would get his comeuppance for everything he’s done.”
Charles nodded silently. After a moment he spoke. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to look into Kurt’s mind, since he was unable to report, I need to know what happened, in more detail.”
“Do you need me to leave?” She asked hesitantly, not wanting to go.
“No, just don’t touch him while I’m looking, it may cross-contaminate the link, so to speak,” he told her.
“Ok,” she said, taking her hand from Kurt’s.
Charles moved up the other side of the bed and put his hand on Kurt’s forehead.

Kurt stared at Lacy from the bed as she finished her makeup in her bathroom mirror. She turned and looked at him, making huge eyes after putting on all the layers. “Do they look big enough?” She asked teasingly.
He laughed at her funny face, but the worry in his stomach twisted again. “Lacy, bitte, don’t go. You can still call it off,” he told her.
“After I got dressed up all pretty?” She asked, gesturing at her tight, but not form fitting pencil skirt and loose, but flattering, slightly shiny shirt. “I even put on pantyhose. I stopped wearing pantyhose to work, like, forever ago,” she told him.
Kurt sighed. “I just vant you to be safe. I have to try to keep zhe voman I love safe…” Lacy froze in place, gasping a single breath, and Kurt stood, taking her in his arms. “I’m sorry, Lacy…”
The scene where she’d started gasping for breath in his office made more sense to Charles, now.
They left and got into a cab, the driver giving them weird looks due to her being dressed up and Kurt wearing his uniform. They were dropped of a few blocks away and walked the rest of the way to the building, Charles speeding a little through the unnecessary part of the memory.
Kurt showed off, and Lacy giggled, then they went to the wall, having a conversation where they made each other promise something, then climbed into the vent. Kurt felt excited, watching Lacy’s behind as they trekked through the air ducts, and they got to their destination. Lacy said it was safe, and they got the cover open, she slid out with Kurt’s help, and slipped on what she was standing on, her hand flying out and letting the vent cover fall back down audibly. Charles recognized the thunk that followed as some sort of security system, especially after Kurt was unable to get it open again. Lacy looked troubled, but told him not to worry, she’d get the papers and they’d leave, that’s why she’d dressed up, to blend in. Kurt laid in the duct, waiting for her to get the papers, but stiffened when he heard the door opening. He twisted to look around the room, but couldn’t really see anything. He heard a scuffle, and tried to find them, but they were out of his view, until the Senator pushed Lacy down and tied her to the door in his view.
Charles paused, letting this part play out.
The Senator questioned her, hit her, threatened her, demanded to know where her partner was- where Kurt was- but she just kept telling him that she was alone, and sending shots at his ego.
Charles had assumed that she’d been attacked and hit during a scuffle to escape, or when they’d been found, but she was sitting calmly against the door her head was repeatedly bounced off of as she was hit.
Not only that, she was not crying out for Kurt’s help, but telling him to stay away so he wasn’t in danger.
His respect for her grew as he watched her yanked from the ground and thrown against the desk, threatened as Kurt shifted nervously, hating the position that he was in, wanting to give the Senator what he deserved, not wanting to break his promise, wanting to break his promise...
He looked out and was able to see them again. The Senator was almost completely on top of her, and he couldn’t stand it. He teleported and was suddenly in the middle of the room, then, it was confusion.
There was a beeping, the Senator was yelling at him, there was a gun, a bang, Lacy yelling, grabbing a statue and hitting the Senator in the head, kicking him and freeing her wrists as she ran to him, assuring him that it was ok.
She turned, still intent on finishing the mission, but the Senator was getting up from where she’d knocked him, the gun still in his hand, and Kurt teleported them from the room, back to outside.
Lacy carried Kurt across the lawn, through the fence and down the street, until she couldn’t hold him up, then found a car and put him in it.
It started fading in and out, she was talking, but he couldn’t make out what she was saying. He told her he loved her, but he couldn’t hear her response, so he told her again. He knew he shouldn’t; she’d have a panic attack, and he thought they might be in a car or something, but he had to tell her, as many times as he could before he died.
He was aware of stopping, being picked up and moved, floating, then, Charles realized that that was the point where Kurt had fallen unconscious.
He pulled his hand from Kurt’s forehead and leaned back in his chair, turning to look at Lacy where she was poking at the tray of food. “I was wrong,” he told her after a moment, and she looked up to him in confusion. “What you did when you went on the mission, it did make a difference. You could have told him- everything, but you didn’t. You kept us safe, even while,” he stopped, the image of her being held down on the desk entering his mind.
He knew that she’d had the gun that had shot Kurt pointed at her head, knowing what the ammunition did.
And she still said nothing to expose them.
He closed his eyes and bowed his head in thought, amazed that this woman, who had come out of nowhere, could have so much courage when students he’d been teaching how to be leaders for years, were still not as brave.
“You are a great ally to mutants everywhere. I’d like to hold a ceremony in your honor, thanking you, and, if you’d like, make you an honorary X-Man.”
“Ah, no, no… I’m not…”
He smiled as she reached to Kurt’s hand for comfort, wondering if she knew how easy to read she was. “It’s alright, I don’t want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable,” he told her.
He watched her holding Kurt's hand tightly as her eyes started to water and wondered if she realized that refusing acknowledgement for her acts of bravery just made her more of the hero she claimed not to be.
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