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Truths Can Hurt

�Help! I need
somebody. Help! Not just anybody. Help, you know I need someone.
Help!�

Kurt couldn�t believe what he was hearing� why was Jerrin
singing? Oh, what the heck� he joined
in to sing along. �When I was
younger so much younger than today, I never needed anybody�s help in any way.� Their duet continued to the end of the first
chorus. ��Help me get my feet back
on the ground. Won�t you please,
please, help me��

�Shut up your noise, you freaks,� a
guard snapped. �It�s time for your
nightly cocktail.�

Kurt came up the bars and presented
his arm, and he could see Jerrin doing the same. It wasn�t worth fighting it.
The man would just summon more guards and they would administer it
anyway, along with a nice compliment of bruises.

�I�ll have you know that I expect
tips after a performance of that caliber,� Jerrin said as Kurt was given his
injection.

�My bosses want some info from you,
fag-boy.�

He jabbed the needle into Jerrin�s
arm, who winced audibly. �Is that so?�

�You�re not the average mutant,
there�s a lot about you that�s unprecedented.
We want to know why.�

�I�m not a mutant. Everything that you have discovered about me
is one hundred percent inherited. With individual
variations, my powers, my characteristics, were passed down the same from my
parents, my grandparents, and so on going back six generations, at least. Now, does that sound like I�m a mutant to
you? Just because someone doesn�t look
like you do, �mutation� isn�t the only answer.�

The guard gaped at him, and Jerrin
continued conversationally. �Not that I
have any problems with mutants. My
buddy Kurt here is a far better person that you will ever be, of that I have no
doubt.�

�So where are they, fag? Where is your kind?�

�Shades of Dr. Zaius� They sure
aren�t from around here, and I promise that you�ll never find them.�

�We will get it out of you, faggot,
eventually.�

�Not tonight, I think.� Jerrin�s hand made a dismissing
gesture. The guard snarled, but took
his tray and left.

When he was gone, Kurt spoke. �Why did you tell him all that?�

�Because it�s true, and they can�t
cause any harm with it. Confusion to
the enemy is a good tactic, sometimes.�

�Why did he call you a�� Kurt couldn�t bring himself to say it. It was as bad as the other �f� word, in his
opinion.

�I suppose because they imagine they
can divine my orientation from peering at my innards. Like with most forms of divination, the results are likely to be
skewed.�

�You didn�t deny it. Are you?�
Jerrin didn�t answer. �Um� just
asking, sorry if I offended you.�

�You didn�t offend me. Would denying it have mattered to them? And as for your question, it depends on
whether you think bi-sexual counts.�

�Are you sure?� Kurt winced at the stupidity of the question.

�Sure that I�m bi-sexual? Just as certain that I have twelve fingers.�

* * *

The kid sounded spooked. It was understandable, though. The guard had broached the second biggest
taboo in their culture. This experience
was going to suck if Kurt stopped talking to him because of it.

�I�m sure God loves you anyway,�
Kurt told him, sincerity evident in his tone.

What? He started laughing, he couldn�t help
it. �I�m sure that�s very generous of
Him to forgive me for the way He made me.�

Kurt�s confusion was audible. �Do you think that� orientation is genetic?�

That was a good question. After a pause he answered. �I think� that your question has a lot more
connotations than you realize, or that I am willing to discuss at this
time. Someday, when we get out of here,
Kurt, ask me that again, and I will answer you.�

�I may hold you to that,� Kurt
said. �Do you believe in God?�

�Oh, yes, I do. Like you, I have prayed for help to get out
of here� but I know that the Lord works in His own time, and that sometimes the
answer is �no�.�

�I prefer not to think like that,�
Kurt said.

�Me, either.� After a while the silence became deafening
for Jerrin. �So, what are your favorite
foods?�

�Um, my very favorite? German bratwurst. Not those bland things you get in store packages, but real hand
made and packed ones, in sauerkraut.
Mmm.�

�Doing your Homer Simpson
impression, I see.� Kurt laughed, and a
weight was lifted from Jerrin�s chest at the happy sound. �I like beef,� Jerrin said, �most any kind,
preferably rare. My own very favorite
though, is Rabbit Tartare.�

�Raw rabbit? Ewwww.�

�Hey, don�t knock it �til you�ve
tried it. Freshly killed, rubbed in
herbs��

�Pass, thanks.�

* * *

�We�re nearly there, Dr.
McTaggert. After three attempts, under
three different encryption algorithms, failed to deliver these research files
to you, Kitty figured something was wrong.
I really wanted you to see this information, and I didn�t want to risk
the post, so here we are to see you, Moira.�

�I�ll be pleased for the visit, and
so will Rahne, I�m sure. Are yuh
staying for dinner, and maybe overnight?�

�If you don�t mind. I�d like to get your input on this��

* * *

A cramp woke Jerrin.
A dull ache bloomed in his lower torso, and then faded. No.
Damn it all. This was NOT a good
time for this. He pried himself up to a
cross-legged position and threw himself into meditation. Sometimes it could be delayed� put off, for
a while. The Change made him so
vulnerable� The pain returned,
sharper. He sighed. It had been too long, almost a month. There was no way he could influence it this
time. It was coming, ready or not.

He made himself as comfortable as he could. This end always seemed harder than the
reciprocal Change, he didn�t know why.
A quiet moan escaped him, and he heard Kurt get up. �Are you all right?� his friend said.

Such a sweet kid.
Those bastards better not hurt him, or Jerrin would make some of his
mother�s confrontations look like tea parties.
�Just�� the word turned into a hiss.
��a bellyache. It will pass,
they always do.�

�Is there anything I can do to help?�

He was not going to cry.
That he could control, just barely.
�You already are, just by caring.
Thank you.�

�Can you talk?� Kurt said.
�Get your mind off it?�

�I�d� rather not. I
need to just lay here quietly.� He
heard a shoe squeak done the hallway, and he sighed in resignation. Far be it for their captors not to exploit a
moment of weakness.

�Get up, homo, before we drag you up.�

He levered himself to a sitting position, and with a groan
got to his feet. Between the
disorientating drugs they were both being given, and the Change, he could
barely stand.

�Come on, snap it up,� the guard was smiling in cruel
amusement.

�Trying�� he said through gritted teeth. He managed a few steps towards the door
before they grabbed him by the arms and dragged him away.

* * *

Kurt was sleeping again when Jerrin�s cell door clanged shut
again. He waited for the guards to
leave. �Jerrin?�

�Hey, Kurt.�
Jerrin�s voice sounded tired, and softer somehow.

He could feel himself fuming. �Did they hurt you?�

�Not really. The�
belly ache came and went, and they poked and prodded me while it happened, but
they didn�t do anything to make it physically any worse.�

�I don�t understand what you�re implying.� This was getting frustrating. There were times it seemed they weren�t even
speaking the same language.

�It�s just embarrassing to be stared at when I was in
pain. It could have been a lot worse.�

�So how could it have been worse?� What was he talking about?

��How� he says�� He
heard Jerrin grunt as he changed positions.
�Let�s put that in the �Ask me later� column, ok?�

�If you say so, dude, but I gotta tell you, you�re running a
deficit here.� He knew they were being
listened to, but Jerrin kept doing this obscure routine over the strangest of
topics.

�I can always inquire about your parents again.�

�Let�s not, shall we?�
Now that was just playing dirty.
�Which of your parents do you resemble?�

�Do you have to ask?
My mom, of course. I�m the
bloody spitting image of her. Lately
people have to do a double take to tell us apart� from a distance, of
course. She may have a few white hairs,
but she�s pretty well preserved. My
sister, now, she looks like Dad.�

Kurt was fascinated.
�How well do they get along?�
Jerrin didn�t open up about his family much, except for his complaints
about his mother.

�Swimmingly. It�s
rather annoying. I chalk it up to him
not having anything to prove. Some
folks say he�s dumber than a box of rocks because nothing ever scares him. I always kind of admired that, though.�

�Is your sister older than you, or younger?�

�Older, by less than a year. We were raised to be pretty close. Still, I was the one who left home first. Had to get some distance from the maternal
unit.�

�I prefer mine to keep her distance, too.� Kurt thought for a moment, and then said, �I
have a sister.�

�Seriously? What is
she like?� Jerrin even sounded
interested.

�Well, she�s a foster-sister, but she�s all that I have�
that I can trust.�

�You get to see her much?
I haven�t seen Jolie in a while.�

�All the time, she lives at the� my home.� He probably didn�t need to shield the
mansion, but why risk it?

�Ah, so she�s the one,� Jerrin said. �Used to work for the other side?�

�How do you know about that?� Kurt demanded.

�You guys are in the news a lot, dude. I�ve studied the X-Men, and she was first
reported working for the other team.�

�We got her away from them.
I didn�t know she was my sister then, but we�re a family now.�

�Family is important, Kurt.
But friends are the family you chose.�

�I so agree.�

* * *

�There�s a computer worm out there,
Professor. Its job seems to be to seek
out any compromise to MacLean�s information, and kill it. The programmer must be a master hacker� I�ve
never seen anything like it.�

�Is this why the Internet searches
have proven less than effective?�

�I doubt anyone else could do better
against it. I saw a page of credit
purchases vanish before my eyes. It�s a
deliberate effect all right.�

�Any thoughts, Kitty?�

�Maybe I can go about it backwards,
working on the assumption of its presence.
I�ll let you know, Professor.�

A/N� �Shades of Dr. Zaius.� Refers to the original Planet of the Apes,
when the good orangutan wanted to know where Taylor�s people could be found.
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