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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
Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men, nor do I own the characters from it. While the original characters and scenerios are my own, I do not own certain X-men related phrases and terms. I do not make money from this.

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Over 100 hits, huh? Not bad for a few days. --Makes me not feel alone in my fandom. I see reviews are not a common phenomenon on this thing, makes me miss fictionpress and fanfiction.net.... if only they allowed MA themes. Perhaps I can convince you to rate the story, or would that be best saved for the end. Hrm? Next chapter will be full of smut -- but these things are a necessary evil, meine freunde.
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She had fallen asleep at some point in the death grip Kurt had locked her into. She remembered this upon waking, mainly because though he had left, she felt stiff from the constrictor's overuse of force. The past few days were filled with skirmishes that were very closed off from life outside of the mansion. Ever since she had appeared there, in Professor Xavier's office, it felt like every effort was to keep her inside. They had said it was because of what she knew, or because of her condition - but what about her condition now? She couldn't help but feel that she was forcefully being turned into -- whatever that thing was. She had heard the term "mutant" thrown around, but it didn't really mean anything to her. The whole idea of people like Kurt running around horrified her. She had wondered about the other people she had passed in the hall while being 'escorted' to a room so she was ' safe'; are they all mutants? What exactly did that mean? How many of these things were there?
Her train of thought had been interrupted by a knock on the door. The door opened briefly after, not leaving time for an answer. It was Xavier - alone surprisingly, and he had a look on his face - that 'I'm going to lecture you' look. She sighed heavily, "Well, I guess you don't have to wait for an answer, it is your house, isn't it?"
"I know you wanted to talk," he smirked and broke eye contact for a moment, "your thoughts are very loud."
"Oh, invading what little left I have of my privacy, I see."
"Perhaps," he returned his focus to her, "but it may be for the best. Your pride isn't going to let you ask necessary questions. You feel strong being silent with ignorance, than asking for help to understand. I am hoping to aid you in the process of breaking this habit."
Time slid by, into whatever time of day it was, but he continued going on about the past, his past, and that of several movements led by others, Magneto or Erik as he referred to him from time to time, and his growing concern for how the world would view mutants once the topic came to light. He expressed his concern for people would act out of fear and possibly start a war, but he had faith in humanity to embrace them if they could see the good that they do.
"Oh and where does Kurt fit into this? I don't really see the 'good' that he does.... just the good he does for himself," bitterness continuing to invade the conversation.
"Kurt?" Professor Xavier laughed heartily, "When he first came to us, he was quite reserved, having been shunned by outsiders all his life and raised in a circus." He adjusted his weight in the chair, "While I am aware of his flirtatious behavior, I can't help but think this is an attempt to get a handle on his new responsibilities."
"Oh, and what would those be?"
He looked at her momentarily, like she had said a really stupid thing and the look washed away when he recognized her sincere oblivion to the matter, "He is all that is keeping you alive, Ms. Leander."
She pulled the end of her tail from under the blanket that had been laid over her prior to her waking and held it for him to see, "Alive? I have a tail and I have been shoved into room after room after room. He’s dragging me down with him, is what he's doing. It's not a selfless act like you are making it out to be."
The expression on his face turned to one of amusement, "I can't say it's all selfless, no, but I do know that he has the best intentions." He hid his smirk behind his interlaced fingers, "but despite his intentions, you do need him in order to survive."
"I was ok with dying the first night I was here, but god forbid someone compromised with me-"
"You can say that to whomever you please, but I know better," he pointed to his temple, "I know that you are scared and I know that's why you’re quite verbal with him."
"I hate you knowing so much, you know that," she let her head drop on the pillow; "you take all the mystery out of life when you do that." Xavier turned in his chair to open the door behind him and turned his head to say something, but shook his head. "Lover's quarrels were never my strong suit." He headed out the door and let it close behind him, "Good night."
Once again she was alone to her thoughts... well, almost alone. Now that she knew Xavier could hear her though he was not in her presence, she had wondered if randomizing her plan would work best. Though able to empathize with the whole mutant suppression bit; hiding, shame, and the deaths in the past, she felt like it had nothing to do with her. She wasn't a mutant. She was a regular person caught up in super-human shenanigans. There was no mystery to it, and until something could be figured out, she was going to be Kurt's bitch, which she would inwardly substitute inwardly anytime he called her "fraulein" or "liebling"... Xavier had been right, she didn't intend on dying, but she didn't intend on living this way, in this place.
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She had wandered out of her room and down the hall flooded by light from the windows up above. The walls were tall and floors were wooden, with red carpet centered down the long stretch of hall to a window at the end. Artwork and pictures were hunt periodically on the wall, it seemed tidy and pt together; not what she had expected. She became quite aware of her appearance when a group of children filtered into the hall. They stopped to look at her for a moment, but then pranced along like she wasn't there. In the doorway from which they came, a red headed woman and a man with red lensed visors stepped out into the hall. At first their attention was on each other, but then the focus shifted uncomfortably to Kate standing barefoot in the hall. She gave a halfhearted wave and stood like a zombie, waiting for some sort of interaction.
"You're Kate, right?" the women spoke first and approached her, "This is Scott and I'm Jean. We met the other night, do you remember?"
She gave it a moment and tried to recall the two, "no----"
"Did you just wake up?" She questioned, putting an arm around her and leading her somewhere else down the hall.
"No, uh, Professor Xavier was talking to me for a while, and now I'm," she looked at her feet, "here."
"Did you get you initiatory history of the X-men?" she laughed as though recalling the conversation herself.
"Something like that..." Kate felt unsure of herself. The situation had become uncomfortable, not having realized that children had lived there, not knowing who this Jean and Scott were. But having them be friendly and warm, it didn't allow for her to defend her uncertainty with sarcasm; there was no need to be defensive. She didn't know how to react.
She was brought to a large kitchen and was instructed to sit on a stool that was placed under the lip of a center island. "You must be hungry-" Jean asked with her attention in the fridge. Scott had sat down next to Kate and said, "Oh yeah, starving," and looked over and gave a smirk to Kate.
"Not you Scott." She jokingly scolded him. "Now, what would you like? I can make you eggs, a sandwich-"
"Just juice or water.... or something along those lines." Kate replied quietly.
Jean turned and looked at her questioningly, "You haven't eaten since you've gotten here; you have to be hungry."
"Actually, I'm feeling a little sick." she took in a deep breath. Was this honesty coming out of her mouth?
She grabbed a container of apple juice, poured it in a tall glass and it clinked upon meeting the granite countertop. "Do you need to see Hank?" she put an elbow on the table. Kate put her hands palms down on the table, and tried to avoid eye contact but found she couldn't.
She closed her eyes and meekly smiled back at Jean, "Nothing like that. I've just got a lot on my mind, you know?" She took a gulp of the juice and went to remove it from her lips but found the insatiable urge to just chug the glass. She placed the glass down empty and found a questioning look from both Jean and Scott.
"Maybe you should try toast, or something -- if you're not feeling well. Not eating will do that to you, you know?" Scott offered in trying to support Jean. It was quite clear that the two were a couple.
Wanting the food solicitation to end, she agreed to toast and nibbled at it. Jean looked at the clock and then looked at Scott. "We've got a class in about five minutes, you should find Kurt; he was asking if you had woken up earlier."
Left alone and aware that the last person she wanted to see was on the prowl, she left the kitchen, peering down the hall before she turned the corner. She clung to the walls and made her way to another room, this room looked like a library with large windows facing out onto the front of the property. She moved over the one large window and stared out at children playing. It all seemed very normal on the surface, until one of the children ran into another child and had split off into five duplicates. She turned away from the oddity and Logan was standing behind her, looking out the window over her shoulder.
"I see you're getting around just fine." It wasn't a question or a statement.... or it was both.
"Uh," she found it hard to address him; he seemed rough, "huh?"
He smiled and rested an unlit cigar in his mouth, "You told me to move the other day, and today I get "huh". You've been broken in already?"
"Broken in?" she asked defensively,
He smiled and lit the cigar, cupping the end of it with his hand and then waving the match until it extinguished. "House trained? I could hear you from upstairs the first few days you were here, not that it's anything I haven't said before." he inhaled and slowly let the smoke out of the other corner of his mouth, "You're quieter. Is this how you normally are?"
"Are you normally this talkative?" she waved the smoke away from her face and he was sure to blow it back there.
"There you are," he moved closer to the window, “you’re not a mutant," he started, his tone unchangingly angry, "or you weren't. But you're not human anymore." He looked her over for a moment a then focused on his cigar. "Kurt seems to like you, so I am going to tolerate you. But if you do something to endanger these kids, or you do something to hurt Kurt, you'll find out how I "normally" am."
Her eyes were unable to blink. Did he just threaten to kill her? Her body stiffened and she became quiet. "Ah, relax." he gave her a light punch in the shoulder which sent her sideways into a nearby chair. He grabbed her arm and helped her up, "I'm only kidding-- just don't fuck with things here, and we'll be alright." He wandered out of the room, leaving her smelling like a cigar and possibly on the verge of pissing her own pants, "scary motherfucker," was all she could mumble in awe.
She moved on and peered around the corner from the doorway, still on the look-out. "Who are we hiding from?" a voiced asked and she shushed it. It took her a moment to realize that she had been found out, but when she did she sent her elbow flying. A Bamf followed and Kurt appeared in the hall with his hands up, signaling surrender.
"How," it was all she could ask.
"Logan told me you were sneaking around. I figured I'd save you the trouble and just find you."
"Oh gosh.... thanks a bunch." she sighed, keeping her distance.
Kurt invaded her space and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her into him. She went to push him away but a look from Logan down the end of the hall convinced her to play nice for the moment. "Hey, Kurt?"
"Ja?"
"You know Logan?"
"Ja?"
"Does he have a history of killing people?"
"Jawohl." he pulled away to look at her face, "Why do you ask?"
"Oh, you know, in case I go missing or something, you'll know who to blame."
Kurt silently chuckled to himself, the deed evident in the rapid rise and fall of his chest, "Ah, meine Liebling, He's just a big teddy bear." He looked down at her, his expression, unbeknownst to her, full of amusement.
"The teddy bear had claws."
"Ja."
She pulled away, "What?"
"Ach, an expression?" He asked humbly.
"I don't know, is it an expression?", worried about the nonchalant yes she had received..
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