Hell Hath No Fury | By : Nemain Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Het - Male/Female Views: 4992 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Hell Hath No Fury
Disclaimers: This is a work of fan fiction. I own no characters found herein unless
otherwise noted. I own no brand names,
situations or places (again, unless otherwise noted) and make no profit from this work of fan fiction. It contains potentially icky imagery and
some bad words. If this bothers you, go
away please thank you.
A/N Foxfeather is Uberbeta extraordinaire AND a
Goddess! Readers/Reviewers: This is my
first attempt at a crossover, really.
Shkspr1048 gave me the basic idea and Weirdlet suggested it on the BBS
so…it seems to be fate. I’ll write as
often as possible but be patient with me as RL is being evil right now…
“Move
it!”
Logan’s snarl made Kitty yelp and
leap literally through the infirmary wall.
When she slipped back into the medicinally scented room, she sucked in a
sharp breath. Logan was carrying
someone, someone wrapped in a heavy coat that covered them head to toe. Water
dripped on the floor from a shock of dark blue hair that hung from the neck of
the coat, which was pulled up over their face.
“Who is it?” she asked as soon as she could form words. “What happened?”
“What’re you doing up?” Logan
asked, distracted. He carefully laid
his bundle down on the examination table and sighed. “Where’s Beast?” He glanced
up at her and frowned. “What happened
to your forehead?”
She touched
the butterfly stitches there self consciously. “I got distracted in the Danger
Room,” she admitted with a slight flush.
“Bobby whacked me on accident.
Or on purpose. Not sure which yet.”
She shook herself slightly and edged forward. “Beast just went to write this down in my file… Who is that?” she asked again, stopping just
short of the table.
Logan
raised a brow at her. “This is none of
your business, Half Pint. Get to bed.
It’s late.”
“But…” She felt her expression become a pout and
winced inwardly. “Logan!”
“But Logan
nothing,” he said tersely. “Bed.
Now. You can meet him
tomorrow. Ish.” He took her by the elbow and led her to the
door. “Good night, Kitty.”
“Night,”
she sighed, glancing back at the slight form on the table. One blue hand fell over the side, hanging
limply. Her eyes widened and she barely
stifled a gasp of startlement as she counted three fingers. “Logan…”
“Bye,” he
snapped, shutting the door between them before turning back to face the
room. “Hank, I got him in here…”
Beast
appeared in the doorway leading to his office.
“Is he asleep or…” He raised a
shaggy brow. “Did he become unconscious
with assistance?”
/spa/span>“He fainted
on me,” Logan replied tartly. “I wouldn’t
hit a kid.” Gently, he peeled back the
coat to reveal the teenager within. He
was thin to the point of emaciation, shivering even in his unconscious state. “I had to chase after him—he wouldn’t listen
to me. He speaks German, though. Not too sure about English…”
Beast
murmured acknowledgement as he straightened the new patient’s legs as best he
could. “Digigrade, he muttered. “Three digits each foot and hand…is that a
tail?” he asked unnecessarily. His eyes
met Logan’s. “Where did you find him?”
“Heading
northwest.” He shook his head and
sighed. “Damnedest thing, no matter
what was in the way, he’d keep turning to the northwest… Like he was on some mission or
something. Oh…better watch out when he
wakes up. Kid can climb like anything
and teleports, too.”
Beast
blinked rapidly. “Teleport? That’s a new one on me…” He turned away from
the patient for a moment and rummaged through a cabinet, returning with a
collar-like device. “I hate to do this
to him but until we make sure he’s okay…”
He winced as he clasped the mutant restraint device around his
neck. “He’s going to hate me for this,
I’m sure.”
“Hank, he’s
not even awake. He’ll never know.”
Kurt tried
to keep his breathing deep and even. He
had been awake since the car had come to a halt in the garage, Logan’s muttered
cursing and complaints about his size and weight had not fallen on deaf
ears. For a horrible moment, he had
been sure the man was going to suffocate him when he pulled the garment over
his face, but soon realized that he was merely shielding him from
misunderstanding eyes. Kurt inhaled
slowly and felt a pang of envy for the people who lived there. It smelled…nice, he thought. Homey.
Comfortable. Safe. He was just starting to get warm after days
in the cold and rain and he knew he was going to regret leaving there as soon
as he could. The smell of the medical
lab had been like a sharp pain, making fear and panic roil in his gut. He nearly lost it then, too, but the voice of
the girl had made him stay still. She had sounded unafraid, totally at odds with
what he knew of medical labs. She had
smelled nice, like…like cookies, he thought.
Like cookies and milk. He wanted
to smile but did not. The men were
touching him again, gently, not like the others had. He did not feel the pain in his legs and back like before. He did, he sighed to himself, still feel
hungry. That running and teleporting
had drained him to the end of his reserves.
He was lucky he even woke up, he knew.
His sigh of
relief as they moved out of the room was audible. He could still hear them talking about him but he did not
care. They were far enough away to not
see him. Kurt opened his eyes with a
twinge of pain at the bright lights and sat up slowly. He felt dizzy, to say the least, and
sick The slide to the floor was almost
too much to bear, as was the swaying, wobbling walk to the door. He rested his forehead against it for a
moment and took a long, deep breath. He
could do this, he scolded himself. He
could make it. He had to.
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