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Cold.

Bitter cold that chilled the marrow in his
bones and set his teeth aching. He could taste the agony of it in the
back of his throat, choking back the groan that wanted to escape him. Images,
sensations, violet violent fear, snippets of memory�sound and smell ...but chaotic and
blurred.

Ow. Finally, the fog cleared a bit
and Kurt was able to actually feel his body rather than just assume it was
still there and mostly in one piece. He drew an aching breath and opened his
eyes. His cheek was pressed to the�sensation suddenly flooded back�coldomgcoldCOLD floor. Struggling to drag himself to his knees
and away from the frost dusted tile, Kurt sucked in his breath as every tendon,
muscle and joint protested in dull throbbing pain. Good Gott,
what the devil happened? His back felt as if it was on fire. Kurt idly rubbed his wrists and carefully tried to stand. Wavering
slightly, Kurt pivoted on his heel and took in the room, his hand creeping up
to cover his mouth�his golden eyes widening in horror.

<Kurt! Kurt, are
you okay?> Jean thoughts invaded the pain hazed tangle of his mind. <What happened? Did you teleport? Where the hell
did you go?> She sounded frantic and her mental voice thundered inside
his skull like a freight train. White fire�Gott, the
universe as burning�

Endlessly.

Kurt reflexively grabbed his head and doubled over, teeth gritted
in new agony. <Jean�Jean, stop!>

<God! Sorry�sorry�>
Her �voice� dropped to whisper quiet. Misery tinted
her thoughts. Kurt�s heart went out to her. There was little she hated more
than struggling to control the Phoenix
within. Power spikes echoed strong emotion for her and he could here her
frustration, feeling the shadow of the empathetic �link� that went along with
being telepathically connected with her.

<I�m okay.> Kurt soothed, bending to gather up his
sword harness and computer bag. He buckled the harness to his back and winced
as the leather bit through his uniform and into what felt like raw superficial
wounds across his back. <How long was I out?>

<Twenty-two
minutes. Logan�s looking for you�where are you? Did
you find any sign of Bobby?>

<I�m not exactly sure where I am.� Kurt rubbed his arms
in the chill of the room. <And�jah, you could say
that.> He looked back up at the room, shuddering�whether it was from the
chill or the hooded figures that stood around him, their faces frozen,
literally, in their last moments of life. <Jean, can you see this?> He
asked, brushing his fingers along the earpiece that contained both the audio
com link and the camera. He should be able to playback whatever had happened in
those twenty-two minutes of oblivion�maybe find out why everything hurt so
much. Perhaps he�d teleported on impulse and somehow managed to end up several
feet off the floor and fell, knocking himself out. His shattered memory flared�ice
tendrils winding around his thighs�tightening. Icy shock
hitting his system. Gott, something had happened to him. Something had happened to them.

<Your visual link
is down. You just disappeared.>

Damn. <Look through my eyes. You have to see this�>
Kurt�s mental voice trailed off as his flashlight, laying
on the floor next to his foot, suddenly flared to life. He knelt and picked it
up, the light settling on the face of a woman�her features contorted in terror�or
agony. Maybe both. The cowl of her robe was thrown back, her hands raised�fingers clawing at whatever doom she
faced. Her dead eyes seemed illuminated from within. A flash of blue light�Kurt
stumbled back---and the frost became dust. Like ash in rain, she melted away.
They all did. Disintegrating before his astonished eyes.
And then they were gone. Kurt stood in an empty room and not so much as a
droplet of melted ice to bear testimony to what he had seen.

<I don�t see
anything, Kurt. What happened?>

What the hell?

<There were�> The scream of metal on metal sent Kurt
whipping around, his swords free from their scabbards and his body dropping
into a defensive stance before he even consciously acknowledged the shudder of
the�barred?�steel door. Part of Kurt�s mind suddenly noted the series of square
lockers that made up an entire wall of the room. Long metal tables with �drains?

The
morgue.

The door was torn from its hinges and Kurt sprang forward�stopping
short of bring his sword arm in a downward arc�and kicked off Wolverine�s
chest, flipping backward to land and sheath his swords in one fluid motion.

Logan
hadn�t even grunted from the aborted blow. �You ok, Elf?�

�Jah.� Somehow
Wolverine�s appearance sucked the sinister out of the room. Kurt rubbed his
wrist. Why did it hurt like that? �I�m fine.�

�You don�t look fine.� Logan
flicked his light closed, peering at Kurt through a circling plume of cherry
scented smoke. �You look like shit.� He reached out and grabbed Kurt�s arm,
shoving up the sleeve of his jacket. �What the fuck is that?�

Kurt glanced down. His wrist was raw and angry looking.
Ligature marks? Kurt blinked. �I was only unconscious for��

�Twenty minutes. Come on,� Logan looked around warily. �We�re getting
out of here. This place smells�wrong.�

�Wait.� Kurt laid his hand on Wolverine�s shoulder. �There
were people here. Frozen. I saw them.�

�Elf,� Logan
shrugged off Kurt�s hand and gestured toward the room. �There ain�t been anyone in here. Not frozen, not anything else. Just you.�

Kurt frowned and shook his head, �No�they were here just a
few minutes ago. They melted.�

Logan
sucked thoughtfully on the cigar, �Well, where are they then? Listen, someone
sucker punched ya�tied you up and dragged you here and
dumped you, then split. You dreamed the frozen people�your mind�s fucking with
you. Trust me, I wrote the fucking book on it.�

There was no point in arguing with him or pointing out that
he hadn�t smelled the his �assailant� . Kurt ground
his teeth in frustration. �Ok, let�s go.�

Three hours later, Kurt was still in the Med-Lab, dressed in
a paper gown as Hank dabbed at his back. The doctor clucked his tongue in
concern but didn�t say anything and the silence was only broken by Kurt�s
occasional hiss from the sting of Beast�s ministrations and the rustle of paper
as Scott sat nearby, flipping through the mission report. Logan lurked near-by, arms crossed and cowboy
hat pulled low over his forehead.

�This timeline makes no damned sense.� Scott finally said. �How
could that much damage be done in twenty-two minutes?

�Well, our resident Bavarian Lothario is a teleporter and him accidentally
shuffling off this particular plane of existence and into another for any
manner of extra-dimensional hijinks is nigh on
mundane for the recently displaced denizens of the Good Team Excalibur.� Hank
stood back and pulled his special-made latex glove from his enormous hands. �Unless
he had a sudden and ill-timed involuntary nap on the floor of the asylum�s
morgue and was besieged by Pietro Maximoff
in the middle of psychotic break and armed with�by the look of these lash marks�a
bullwhip. Someone should probably ring the Avenger�s and tell them to up
Quicksilver�s pharmaceuticals.�

�You�re saying he teleported to another dimension, got his
ass kicked, forgot about it and teleported home?�
Scott tossed the report on an empty gurney.

�It�s been known to happen.�

�Welcome to my world.� Logan
muttered from across the room.

Kurt gingerly slid from exam table, trying to ignore the
throb from his mandatory tetanus shot. �Am I cleared to go?�

�Not yet.� Hank made shooing motions at Scott and Logan. �Out, you two. I�ve doctorly
machinations to do and you�re under my considerable feet.�

�All right. Get some rest, Kurt.�
Scott turned, grabbed up the report and headed out. Logan clamped his hand down Kurt�s shoulder
and nodded at him before heading out.

Once they were gone, Henry patted the table. �Back in the
saddle, if you please. I need to check you from impish ear to elfin ankle�and
the interesting bits in between.�

Kurt heaved a melodramatic sigh and hopped back onto the
table.

This was going to be a long night.
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