"And Life Goes On" (1/1) - G - Kurt - X2
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attempt at Nightcrawler, written just hours after the first
and without the benefit of community criticism of the first.
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SUMMARY: Set after the movie is over. What happens to
* * -- emphasis
_ _ -- German
And Life Goes On
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
"Kurt," Charles said gently, "you're not responsible for that
attack. You were used. You were a weapon in Stryker's
"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
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
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!"