"Debut" (1/1) - G - Kurt - X2
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SUMMARY: Kind of a sequel to "And Life Goes
On". Kurt teaches his first class at the school.
* * -- emphasis
_ _ -- thoughts/German
Kurt spent a long time preparing for his first class. It
wasn't a new class, as the Professor had half
suggested. The students had to finish those that had
been interrupted before new courses could be added
to the curriculum. Which meant that Kurt was going
to be teaching the last two months of Jean's
He didn't need to prepare a lesson plan. Jean had been
well ahead. But that didn't mean he took any less time
getting ready. These students had lost a teacher, a
mentor. Many of them would still be grieving now,
more than a week later. He had to be sensitive to that.
They might resent him for replacing her. They might
resent him for other reasons, as well.
Perhaps it was best that there was little about him to
remind them of Jean. Still, he stood for a long time in
front of his closet, deciding whether or play up his
differences or conceal them. It was Professor Xavier's
suggestion that he might help teach the children
tolerance that decided him.
So he chose two of the newer garments instead of the
uniformly worn and over-large clothes that
constituted his old wardrobe. A white dress shirt and
cinnamon brown pants, both fetched from an ordinary
mall, thanks to Ororo. He'd had to sew a hole into the
seat of the pants, but otherwise they fit quite well.
For a moment Kurt debated rolling up the sleeves of
the shirt, but eventually ruled against it. He went
barefoot, of course. There wasn't a pair of shoes in
existence that would accommodate his feet, though at
one time he'd gone through dozens of styles,
Glancing in the mirror, Kurt had to grin at himself.
Shoes! That would be the last thing they'd notice.
Running a hand briefly through his hair, Kurt
gathered up a sheaf of papers and a box of chalk. The
halls of the mansion were quiet at the moment.
Everyone was still in the previous class. The room
Kurt would be using was empty, so he laid out the
papers on the desk at the front. _Should I write my
name on the board?_ he wondered for a moment, and
then snorted at himself in amusement.
There was no bell, but as the hour ticked over
students began filing into the room. One by one they
would turn and catch sight of him, their mouths
falling open in little O's of surprise or amazement. To
their credit, there was no horror there, though Kurt
did catch a moment or two of fear. Two of the
students recognized him from the rescue and smiled.
He smiled and nodded back.
And then, of course, there were the whispers. Most of
them too quiet to hear, but one or two rose
"Who *is* that?"
"Never mind who, *what* is that?"
"Geez, the professor's really digging up all the
Kurt ignored the comments. He'd been expecting
them. They'd been following him for most of his life,
but they always died down eventually. It just took
time. _Or distance,_ Kurt couldn't help reminding
himself, but he wasn't planning on running. Yet.
When the last desk was filled, Kurt spoke. "My name
is Kurt Wagner. I will be teaching you mathematics
for the remainder of the course." The oblique
reminder that Jean would not be there subdued most
of them, though it had been unintentional. "I
understand you were just beginning trigonometry."
He lifted a piece of chalk and turned to write on the
board. A hushed gasp told him that the students had
just caught sight of his tail. "Cool..." one boy
breathed. Kurt grinned to himself and raised the
chalk, only to realize he hadn't brought the paper he'd
need to copy from. Not bothering to turn, he lifted it
with his tail and brought it around in front of him.
"Oh, neat," another student murmured. Kurt's smile
widened even as he began writing.
Of course, it was a given what would happen the first
time he asked for questions. Every hand in the class
shot up. Still, he folded his arms and shook his head
sadly. "Either I am not a very good teacher," he said,
mock mournfully, "or you are not asking about
trigonometry." A few students actually chuckled.
None of the hands went down. Kurt pointed to a boy
near the front of the class.
The student didn't even make an attempt at tact.
"Were you born like that, or did it just kinda...happen
"I was born as you see," Kurt said calmly.
"And your parents didn't, like, wig out?" a girl asked,
Kurt had to work at his smile for that one. "_Ja_, I
suppose they did," he said. "My adoptive parents
found me floating down the river, so it is not likely
that my birth parents reacted well."
"Oh." The girl looked really sorry and kind of shrank
back into her seat.
"It is okay," Kurt waved dismissivly. "My adoptive
parents are good people. I love them very much, and
they took very good care of me. I cannot regret
Most of the hands had gone down, but one girl was
still hanging on. Kurt nodded to her. "So," she asked,
"what did you do before Professor Xavier found
Kurt brightened. "I was in the Munich circus."
Everyone laughed, apparently thinking he was joking.
Kurt shook his head. "I was! They called me the
incredible Nightcrawler," he said, and swept a bow,
"and I was their best trapeze artist." A few new hands
went up, but Kurt shook his head. "I am thinking you
are not asking about trigonometry," he said, smiling.
"We must get back to the lesson."
All but one of the hands went down, but when Kurt
warily nodded to the boy in the back, the question
really was about trig. Kurt answered as best he could,
and the lesson went on.
_I don't think teaching is going to be as hard as I