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AU-

Summary:

What-if the mutant known as Nightcrawler was in fact a normal looking teenager, living without the need of an image inducer completely unaware of how important his new power is to many different parties. The ability to teleport had recently been claimed as his newest "gift" upon arriving in America on a scholarship but being completely ignorant of the X-men and the evils of Magneto- how long can one kid survive at Bayville High?


Chapter 1: Freaks, Appetites and a change

A relatively nice day played in the air, with breezes dancing in the heat and birds dancing in the air.

Wearing a pair of baggy jeans and a nice plain white shirt, he looked at himself in the mirror. It wasn't that he was particularly vain it was just that he had to check that he looked (for lack of better words)- fine. Running a vague comb through dark brown hair and checking his watch one last time, he realised that he was running late- typical

A few years ago he'd have got stressed at the prospect of being late and therefore receiving another detention slip, however recently he'd been gifted.

"Gifted" was a loose term for the development of a mutation and oddly enough, after a few random accidents and tests, he'd calmly accepted and learned how to use his power. To him-the power had no real purpose; it was a mere teleporter, a way to speed without getting a ticket, just an extension of his legs- a way to hurry without them.
He checked himself one last time and left, making sure he'd locked his apartment and switched off the commonly ignored television.

BAMF

Kurt Wagner had earned a scholarship to attend a school in America.
At home he'd not really been near a high school but leaving the country had never really crossed his mind- until he was offered it.
It had seemed almost too good to be true- he'd get to experience the land of hot-dogs and fries!
Kurt now had plans to visit Disneyland before he left, in the mean time he'd attend Bayville High.

Ever since he'd gotten to America -things had been relatively easy; they'd offered him a modest apartment near the school, his adopted parents sent him money every month and although making friends was still his major problem- Kurt Wagner was relatively happy.

Ever since he'd gained his powers a rapid increase in his appetite had appeared, not to mention the fact that he'd been feeling a little more hyper than usual- first thing in the morning.

But although he was calm in the new development- it had also made him cautious. He had wanted too but decided against telling his parents about his mutatation and he had also decided that as much as his increasing appetite was beginning to irritate/worry him- going to the doctors was out of the question.

Perhaps the side effect of his powers was a minor increase in paranoia.

Bayville had the typical normal seeming teenager population but this hadn't stopped Kurt from noticing a few people occasionally slipping up with some secrets of their own.


A boy, a little older than him, had caused quite a disturbance at a rugby match one evening.
To Kurt, who'd been watching the beginnings of the fight underneath the seating (after discovering his wallet had vanished)-all that had happened was the boy had lost his glasses and then BOOM! - There was a big ray of red light.
Todd (creepy little kid- in Kurt's opinion) had been nabbed stealing wallets. Somehow Duncan (a popular jock- and not much else) and his goons had discovered this nice little piece of information.

Duncan had wanted, a little bit too eagerly, to 'teach Todd a lesson' which was all well and good if it wasn't for the violence.

Kurt had started to creep down the side of the bench seats to come to the rescue but hid in the shadows as the boy, nicknamed Shades, came strolling up trying to diffuse the situation.

'An idiot' Kurt had mumbled at the time.

During a little scuffle between Shades and Duncan…. the ever famous shades had been knocked off!

The ray of red had, inadvertently, been aimed at Duncan and it seemed to hurt that jackass, though not fatally.

There was fire everywhere and for some reason Kurt couldn't stand fire- it made his skin crawl.

He'd 'ported out.

What really bothered Kurt was that no one, not even Duncan, remembered what had happened the next day.
Kurt did remember, although he had to idea why- he did have a vague headache later on.


Later on a touch of curiousity made sure the cat did some homework, Kurt found out that- the boy was called Scott Summers. He was one of the kids that lived in that mansion on the outskirts. That was all Kurt managed to find out.

BAMF

School, another day with another pile of homework. Kurt sighed, ran a hand through his hair and headed towards the main entrance.

"Watch it!" a girl with a ponytail shoved past him, knocking his backpack strap off his shoulders, and disappearing into the flood of people.

"Charming!" Kurt muttered and pulled the strap back up.

"Out of my way!" another dude knocked him out of the way.

Kurt stopped dead as the swarm of people simply made their way around him or attempted to go through him.

"HELLO! I STILL EXIST HERE!!" he yelled at the ignorant crowd.

"Shut it, wimp"- Duncan's voice was followed by action and Kurt was shoved off his feet. He hit the floor -hard.

A bell rung through the halls and the people thinned out, dropping off the main herd into classes and leaving Kurt to get up and fix his trodden backpack.

"Want some help with that?" came a softly spoken voice.

It was the girl who helped him round and gave him the tour on his first day at this horrid hellhole.

Jean Grey smiled at the unusually shy (but to date), humorous boy.

"Bad day?"

"Oh nothing out of the ordinary… ignorant people trample over weak foreign exchange student" he dusted himself off, "and here was me thinking that life couldn't get much more fun"

"Ok, bad week?" she corrected herself.

He readjusted his backpack, "it will be if I'm late again, seeya!" and he disappeared round the corner.

Jean just watched him go, hands on hips, "He's one weird kid".


Class wasn't particularly interesting though Evan Daniels did manage to liven it up about thirty minutes into the class by skateboarding in late. In his defence- Evan did try to high-five the teach an apology.

He got a nice identical detention slip to Kurt's- lateness/tardiness.

He smiled at Kurt and muttered to him, "looks like we'll be playing some more noughts and crosses after school! - What's the score?"

Kurt looked up from intensely reading his textbook, he paused and then, "Its 30-29 to me"

"Nice- a chance to even the score!"

This Evan boy really did confuse Kurt. How could someone be so enthusiastic about detention when he could be eating! At that thought and a quiet grumble/warning from his stomach, Kurt frowned- he really was going to have to start eating more, if that was even possible.




The Xavier Institute always seemed to be an area for freak weather conditions. While the rest of Bayville was basked in sun, the Xavier Institute was enjoying a light drizzle of rain. It seemed to do the gardens some good.

Professor Xavier concentrated in the room that harnessed the powerful invention known as cerebro.

With its impressive abilities cerebro had recently detected a new mutant power signature but every time it managed to lock onto the source- it disappeared.

Xavier lifted off the device from his head and sighed in frustration.

This power had been around for quite a while now and he could only imagine how the person who was being affected by it was coping. The only place the power was regularly detected was Bayville High and Xavier dreaded to think how a young person would be handling a sudden mutation.

Night swept up the day but this didn't necessarily mean that the function-sleep followed the night.

The biggest burger place in Bayville was currently being challenged by the awesome power of Kurt Wagner. He gripped his fifth burger in one hand with five fingers and grabbed a handful of fries with the other.

After another 10 games of noughts and crosses and an hour of detention- he had decided to use up his monthly cheque from his parents on a pig-out. He literally felt like he was starving to death.

Lance and a larger guy called Fred entered the quiet restaurant (if it could be called that) and after lazily looking around- they headed towards Kurt like moths to a flame.

They approached Kurt's table, Lance seating himself opposite the desperately munching boy and leaning on the table. Fred just stood over them with his arms crossed.

Kurt didn't feel too scared, they were just normal kids and he could teleport at the blink of an eye.


Although he would like to avoid a public display he was sure he could make up a story to cover him- training to be a magician!

This was Kurt being cautious- but the teenager side often made the word cautious turn into reckless.

"Can I help you?" he glowered at Lance and placed his burger down.

He received a smile that could only be described as evil, "Yeah. We're looking for a freak"

Kurt winced, that's what the newspapers had been calling a couple of mutants recently discovered (although it was believed to be a mere chemical spill or infected water that had caused it- not evolution) - it was the newspapers that had made him too scared to go to the doctors.

"This is a Burger Place, not a zoo" Kurt hated the words coming from his mouth, he really did but there was a risk that he'd be discovered and as much as he hated to admit it- he'd say anything to avoid being called a freak.

Teleporting was no longer an option. The cautious-side took over and the teenager side internally panicked.

"We prefer the name 'gifted,'" Fred growled.

"Or 'worthy'" Lance grinned.

Kurt forced his poker face on, "So why are you here again? ……I must have a short term memory or something".

Lance leaned forward to grab a hamburger but Kurt instantly reacted by grabbing the other side of it.

Lance let go, "So how on earth can one guy eat so much food and still look as twiggy as you, Kurt?"

Nobody at school had bothered asking his name, Lance wasn't even in any of his classes and yet…

"Whoa you know my name, want a gold star?" he sarcastically snarled out.

A waitress, the label saying- Emma, came over with a worried expression, "Is there any trouble…Kurt?"

During the course of three hours Kurt had introduced himself to the 'fair lady with the never ending supply of food'.

If this Lance and Fred were in fact mutants- it would be safer to move this little discussion away from a place packed with teenagers and families.

"No everything's fine, I was just leaving- that's all" Kurt responded.

He'd come in and paid in advance, he'd done this last month too. Emma had kept a record; Kurt still had seven more sets of hamburgers and fries left to collect.

"I'll put the food you've eaten so far on the receipt and you can get the rest later,
I'll just mark a number on it to remember" she smiled uneasily at the tension at the table as she marked the receipt and handed it to Kurt.

"You keep it Emily?" Kurt placed the receipt back into her hands, he looked at Lance and Fred, "Just in case I lose it".

"Ok" and she retreated over to another table.

Tossing his jacket over his shoulder and his backpack over the other he walked out of the restaurant followed by his "escorts".


Author: The plots ok, i think….maybe I should just write plot bunnies for other people.
Anyways- I know, I know- bad grammar…spelling- the usual. I will improve, I will improve.

And the fact that Kurt's main attraction is indeed his cute tail with its spade, cute little pointed ears, blue fur, and fangs. Feet and hands- I know….however this is only the beginning and for all you guys know- those little features could develop. How would a teenager cope? ~~~

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