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"And Life Goes On" (1/1) - G - Kurt - X2

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  • lifefromfire
    DISCLAIMER: Don t own em. Look to Marvel for that. I m just writing little extra thoughts that no one will understand if they don t see the flick, so I m not
    Message 1 of 2 , May 12, 2003
      DISCLAIMER: Don't own 'em. Look to Marvel for that.
      I'm just writing little extra thoughts that no one will
      understand if they don't see the flick, so I'm not really
      taking anything from you. And there's not much you could
      get from me...

      RATING: G

      SPOILERS: Not really.

      FEEDBACK: I wouldn't mind...<grins> This is my second
      attempt at Nightcrawler, written just hours after the first
      and without the benefit of community criticism of the first.

      DISTRIBUTION: Want it? Take it, just remember to give
      me credit and include my e-mail addy. Also available at my
      site, Obsidian Quills:
      http://www.angelfire.com/realm/obsidianquills/index.html

      SUMMARY: Set after the movie is over. What happens to
      Kurt now?

      * * -- emphasis
      _ _ -- German

      ---------------
      And Life Goes On
      by Nix
      keparker@...
      ---------------

      Kurt Wager crouched in a chair in Charles Xavier's office.
      It was high backed and made of wood. Not at all a
      comfortable chair for a man with a tail and a habit of sitting
      on his haunches. Kurt's tail curved around, over his thigh
      and hooked around his ankle. It was the most comfortable
      position he could find for it.

      "Well," Xavier said thoughtfully. "Circumstances have
      made my original purpose for sending Storm and...Jean to
      find you superfluous. If you wish, I will have Ororo fly you
      back to Boston. It's the least we can do, after all you've
      done to help us."

      "_Nein_," Kurt gestured. "You owe me nothing. If
      anything, you gave me the chance to make up for my
      actions against the President. The damage I might have
      done," he shook his head slowly. "It does not bear
      imagining."

      "Kurt," Charles said gently, "you're not responsible for that
      attack. You were used. You were a weapon in Stryker's
      hand."

      "I might be a weapon to Stryker," Kurt said, "but *I* know
      that I am more than that. I may not have been in control
      then, but I was *there*, and I must bear responsibility the
      same as any who stood by. I choose to take this as a
      lesson."

      Charles leaned forward a little. "A lesson?" he inquired.

      Kurt smiled, his teeth startlingly white against his midnight
      blue skin. "It is dangerous to give up control of your own
      life. Someone might step up to fill the gap. We are meant to
      make our own way. I needed to be reminded of that."

      Xavier smiled and leaned back into his chair. "As I said,
      you are free to return home, but...I hope you will stay. At
      least for awhile."

      "Why?" Kurt asked, startled. "I am not one of your 'X-
      Men', and I am too old to be a student."

      "If you wish to take classes," Charles said, eyes twinkling,
      "there is no reason age should be a barrier. But I was rather
      hoping you'd be interested in teaching."

      "Teaching? What would I teach?"

      "Philosophy, perhaps," Xavier suggested. "German, if
      you're interested. Physical education. Control, for those
      students with similar abilities." He hesitated. "Mostly, I
      was hoping you'd be willing to help the children learn
      tolerance. How to see with more than just their eyes."
      Charles tilted his head and his gaze suddenly seemed
      sharper to Kurt. Deeper. "You have remarkably bright
      thoughts, Mr. Wagner. If I had had time to think about it,
      I'd have expected them to be more weighed down. More
      bitter."

      Kurt waved a three-fingered hand. "The world is a fantastic
      place, Professor Xavier," he said. "Things are changing so
      fast. Dreams are coming true every day. New possibilities
      are opening up every moment. How could I not wish to see
      where they lead?"

      Charles smiled. "*That's* why I want you to stay. That
      kind of excitement is all too rare these days."

      "Ahh, excitement." Kurt's eyes twinkled. "*That* is
      something I know how to share. You know, in the Munich
      circus I was known as the incredible Nightcrawler!"

      --End--
    • lifefromfire
      DISCLAIMER: Don t own em. Look to Marvel for that. I m just writing little extra thoughts that no one will understand if they don t see the flick, so I m not
      Message 2 of 2 , May 12, 2003
        DISCLAIMER: Don't own 'em. Look to Marvel for that.
        I'm just writing little extra thoughts that no one will
        understand if they don't see the flick, so I'm not really
        taking anything from you. And there's not much you could
        get from me...

        RATING: G

        SPOILERS: Not really.

        FEEDBACK: I wouldn't mind...<grins> This is my second
        attempt at Nightcrawler, written just hours after the first
        and without the benefit of community criticism of the first.

        DISTRIBUTION: Want it? Take it, just remember to give
        me credit and include my e-mail addy. Also available at my
        site, Obsidian Quills:
        http://www.angelfire.com/realm/obsidianquills/index.html

        SUMMARY: Set after the movie is over. What happens to
        Kurt now?

        * * -- emphasis
        _ _ -- German

        ---------------
        And Life Goes On
        by Nix
        keparker@...
        ---------------

        Kurt Wager crouched in a chair in Charles Xavier's office.
        It was high backed and made of wood. Not at all a
        comfortable chair for a man with a tail and a habit of sitting
        on his haunches. Kurt's tail curved around, over his thigh
        and hooked around his ankle. It was the most comfortable
        position he could find for it.

        "Well," Xavier said thoughtfully. "Circumstances have
        made my original purpose for sending Storm and...Jean to
        find you superfluous. If you wish, I will have Ororo fly you
        back to Boston. It's the least we can do, after all you've
        done to help us."

        "_Nein_," Kurt gestured. "You owe me nothing. If
        anything, you gave me the chance to make up for my
        actions against the President. The damage I might have
        done," he shook his head slowly. "It does not bear
        imagining."

        "Kurt," Charles said gently, "you're not responsible for that
        attack. You were used. You were a weapon in Stryker's
        hand."

        "I might be a weapon to Stryker," Kurt said, "but *I* know
        that I am more than that. I may not have been in control
        then, but I was *there*, and I must bear responsibility the
        same as any who stood by. I choose to take this as a
        lesson."

        Charles leaned forward a little. "A lesson?" he inquired.

        Kurt smiled, his teeth startlingly white against his midnight
        blue skin. "It is dangerous to give up control of your own
        life. Someone might step up to fill the gap. We are meant to
        make our own way. I needed to be reminded of that."

        Xavier smiled and leaned back into his chair. "As I said,
        you are free to return home, but...I hope you will stay. At
        least for awhile."

        "Why?" Kurt asked, startled. "I am not one of your 'X-
        Men', and I am too old to be a student."

        "If you wish to take classes," Charles said, eyes twinkling,
        "there is no reason age should be a barrier. But I was rather
        hoping you'd be interested in teaching."

        "Teaching? What would I teach?"

        "Philosophy, perhaps," Xavier suggested. "German, if
        you're interested. Physical education. Control, for those
        students with similar abilities." He hesitated. "Mostly, I
        was hoping you'd be willing to help the children learn
        tolerance. How to see with more than just their eyes."
        Charles tilted his head and his gaze suddenly seemed
        sharper to Kurt. Deeper. "You have remarkably bright
        thoughts, Mr. Wagner. If I had had time to think about it,
        I'd have expected them to be more weighed down. More
        bitter."

        Kurt waved a three-fingered hand. "The world is a fantastic
        place, Professor Xavier," he said. "Things are changing so
        fast. Dreams are coming true every day. New possibilities
        are opening up every moment. How could I not wish to see
        where they lead?"

        Charles smiled. "*That's* why I want you to stay. That
        kind of excitement is all too rare these days."

        "Ahh, excitement." Kurt's eyes twinkled. "*That* is
        something I know how to share. You know, in the Munich
        circus I was known as the incredible Nightcrawler!"

        --End--
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