Disclaimer: I do not own X-men Evolution, Star Trek, Star Wars, 10 Things I hate about you, or Mutant X
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Chapter 12: We are Family
Kurt paced in his room for a while until someone knocked his door "Kid?"
"I'm in" Kurt practically leapt off his new bed and watched the door open.
"I've seen you before" he warily watched the man carrying a box across the floor, "but I don't know your name".
"Its Wolverine, the students use 'Mr' Logan for some reason" came a response with a grunt.
"Mr Logan, what do you actually do here?" Kurt approached him, wondering what was in the box.
"Missions, work, eat, sleep, leave" he dropped the box onto the bed with a, "Its my way".
"Ok..Cool" Kurt scratched the back of his head.
"Kid?"
"Yeah?"
"Chuck wants you to phone your parents," he grumbled over being a messenger boy, "Phones down the hall and your stuff from that rat-hole of a place you called home is in the box" and Mr Logan stalked out of the room.
Kurt raked through the box, rummaging around, for a photo in a frame-he pulled it out. He smiled at the memory of his parents trying to get him to sit still for a family photo. He ran his fingers over the glass protecting the picture, his 'new' fingers instantly drawing his attention.
The photo showed his mom and dad, without their current grey hair, and him- a normal child. He had his old dark brown hair and eyes, a cheeky smile on his face and both his loving parents were holding him.
He sighed, left his room and walked down the corridor.
The photo now lay on top of his chest of draws- looking vaguely abandoned.
He carefully watched for any other people who might be around, he was ready to 'port right back into his room.
On a small table, about halfway down the hall was a blue phone- Kurt was beginning to hate the colour.
He picked it up and mournfully dialled the long-distance number.
The phone rung once, Kurt wondered what on earth he could say to them and then someone picked up.
"Hello?" came the familiar voice of his adopted mother.
"That was fast- phone barely have time to finish its first ring" Kurt nervously quipped.
"Thank god- he's alright!" his mom instantly called his dad, "its Kurt!"
"Yeah its me" he felt like he was admitting the fact in a court of law because in fact he was waiting to be judged.
"Where have you been?! You haven't called in three days! - You're meant to call everyday!" she sounded beyond worried and stressed.
"I'm sorry" Kurt sniffed, his voice getting suddenly weak, "I've been going through some…." he rummaged his mind for a word, "…stuff"
"Are you ok?" his dad had lifted up another phone, probably borrowed from a neighbour.
They'd been waiting for him to call, he guiltily sighed.
"Not really" Kurt admitted.
"What's wrong?" his dad didn't sound angry, just concerned.
"I'm a mutant" it was blunt, direct, spoken coldly with the fear of rejection.
"Oh" was the plural reply he received- not exactly shock horror either.
"And its changed the way I look" his voice was very emotionless, detached- waiting for the worse to come -in regards to their replies.
"In what way?" his father was always the curious one.
"I'm blue" Kurt shortly replied.
He could almost feel his mother's kind smile as she spoke, "Honey, its ok to be depressed- you're going through a lot of things for a boy your age…."
"Literally" he interrupted, "with pointy ears, tri-digit fingers- meaning that I only have three fingers on each hand, different toes, blue fur and a tail with a demonic spade at the end"
There was a long pause and Kurt fidgeted with the phone line.
"Are you ok Kurt?" his dad finally spoke.
"Am I ok?" Kurt sounded surprised at the question, "Does this mean that you still care- even though I look like a demon?"
"Oh sweetie…" his mom had finally clicked onto why he was acting so timid and detached.
"You don't care that I look like", Kurt slightly gulped, "a demon?"
"Kurt- we don't care what you look like! You're our son, we know you - our sweet, polite, humorous, smart child. We're just so relieved that you're all right. We were worried"
"I thought that you'd…" Kurt's relief was suddenly over-ridden, "…you haven't even seen me! - You'll scream!!"
Abruptly, Kurt slammed down the phone. He couldn't handle it if his own parents screamed.
On the other end- the phone went dead.
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He stared in hatred at that phone for a few seconds, he wasn't sure what was bothering him more; his parents, himself or what had happened to him.
His mind was playing over a scenario of his own parents looking at him- terrified.
He shook the dark thought away and went back to his room to pick out some clothes for dinner.
Most of his clothes clashed with his new blue format so he chose a pair of faded blue jeans, a black jumper and he couldn't wear his old shoes so he was going foot-commando.
Kitty phased straight through his door as he was wearing his boxer shorts and jumper- using a pair of scissors to hack a hole in the back of the jeans for his tail.
He fumbled the scissors in embarrassment and they clattered to the floor.
"Omygosh!" Kitty instantly went bright red, "I'm sorry- I forgot to knock. Dinner…dinner is down stairs- being served. People there" she fought for a coherent sentence and managed a, "I'll wait for you out there" she pointed to the door and fled straight through it.
Kurt nervously laughed a few minutes later and, with minimum difficulty, put his jeans on.
His swayed his tail a little, making sure it felt ok- it was incredibly sensitive. He'd have to get used to making sure it wasn't somewhere dangerous- like under someone's foot.
Meeting Kitty, she was playing with a pink flashing yoyo, outside of his room, there wasn't that much awkwardness. They both blushed and walked in near silence down to the dining room.
He walked in, tail subconsciously wrapping round his waist
"Hi" he actually waved to them, mimicking a Kitty gesture, and then he saw Evan.
"Yo K-man!" Evan shot out of his seat and cheerfully grinned, "Gimme five!" he made a hand gesture.
Kurt looked down at his hand; Evan looked too and amended, "Gimme three!"
Kurt obliged the familiar friend, "Welcome to Mutant Central!" Evan showed Kurt to an empty seat, conveniently located between Evan and Kitty's seat,
Opposite him was 'that girl'- "Jean?!"
"Hello Kurt, how are you?" the long red-haired, previous tour-guide, girl enquired.
"You two are also mutants?" he was taken aback.
Then Scott and Hank (in full furred form) strolled into the room. Mr Logan wasn't around.
The dinner was interesting, Kurt found out the different powers that made each person a mutant, about the X-men, Professor Xavier's dream for bringing humans and mutant's together- the food was good as well.
He was tired, gradually his new 'family' (they'd actually welcomed him into their 'family'-he was mildly surprised at their hospitality) retired to their rooms.
Kurt was left finishing his third dessert with only the Professor and Evans Aunt, Ororo, for company.
"So Kurt, did you phone your parents?" the Professor casually enquired.
"Yeah, sort of" he guzzled down some orange juice.
"Sort of?" Ororo repeated with her voice pitching at the end to indicate the question.
"I phoned them" Kurt re-iterated and placed down his drink, "and then I hung up," he quietly added.
"Why?" the Professor was so much like a therapist it was disturbing.
"I just…."
"Freaked?" Ororo suggested.
"Don't use that word" Kurt requested/ordered, "Yeah- I just kept thinking- what if they scream when they see me?"
He took another drink, feeling ill at the thought.
"How did they take the news?" the Proffesor asked.
"Very well- they were more worried about why I hadn't called than anything else" Kurt acknowledged.
"I'd like them to visit" the Professor said, "We have to sort out official forms and informed them fully of the new changes".
"I didn't get around to telling them where I was!" Kurt groaned, "Crap!*"
"No point in getting upset- I'll call them this evening" Ororo's voice was comforting.
"I'd like to go to my room" Kurt felt exhausted, physically and emotionally, "That ok?"
"Of course" the Professor merely nodded.
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Mr and Mrs Wagner were on a flight to see their son. A phone call from a polite and decent seeming person had mildly eased their worries but they wanted to be there for their son and the man- Charles Xavier had invited them over to his Institute for Gifted Children.
He'd been comforting to a fault, offering to pay flight tickets- first class no less, letting them stay at the institute, providing food and everything else.
Xavier's goal- to unify mutants and humans, comforted the Wagner's- this Xavier was obviously a good man or as Kurt would say- "One of the good guys".
It would take one day of travelling by plane and two to drive to Bayville. They'd stay at a hotel in between- just for a day after the plane trip.
On the way to Bayville they were going to take a day round-trip to pick up a package for Xavier- apparently a gift for Kurt. They were to meet a guy oddly named - Forge* and collect it.
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Whilst the other students went to school, Kurt stayed home for the obvious reasons.
Kitty had told him that he could rake through her CDs and videos if he wanted- she had a good collection.
Watching "10 things I hate about you" wasn't that bad, the Stargate first episode- he had to wonder about and then there was the Star Wars, Star Trek and various others that had peaked his interest. Most things he watched seemed to have the word- Star.
He wondered if he'd be doomed to spend the rest of his life watching the entire collection of a video store.
His tail limply hung off the couch, his feet snugly covered by a pillow, his head lying on another- he was sprawled out and totally bored.
The others would be back soon but that wasn't really a big thing.
They'd come back, say 'hi Kurt' and then disappear- Kitty staying the longest. It was like a family all right- a family coming to check that the 'family' dog is still around.
Trapped, bored, isolated- he wasn't surprised.
The Professor hadn't mentioned anything further about his parents and to be honest it was rather depressing.
He 'lightened up'; smiled, shared jokes (a few from the awful movies that he'd been watching, most from the good movies) and he'd laughed.
He'd also brooded and secretly taken little night strolls to get a feel for the entire Institute grounds, once watching Logan/Wolverine dicing up a tree.
This all took place over a period of three days- 'not long if you actually have a life'; Kurt mused and changed the channel. He was not watching Mutant X*.
The doorbell rang, "Door!" he called out, he was not answering the door- all furry, fangy and taily. He really liked his tail.
He'd worked out that his tail was actually a very strong limb- it could support his entire body and it was fun.
The bell continued to ring and it was totally against his nature to be rude but "Will someone answer the door?
Kitty, Scott, Jean, Ororo, Evan, Logan and co. all stood crouching, hiding at the top of the stairs.
"You get it Kurt!" Kitty yelled.
He wandered out from the 'Family' room and called up the stairs (although he couldn't see anyone), "Looking like this?! Why can't you get it?" he shouted back.
"I'm not dressed!" was Kitty's instant reply to which Kurt got all flustered.
"Hurry up Kurt!" she deliberately pressured.
"Fine" he cautiously crept up to the door and opened it very slightly, hiding himself, "Can I help you?" he asked.
"Kurt!" his mom almost shrieked, "I'd recognise that voice any day"
Kurt cussed quietly and then spoke, "Well you wouldn't recognise me!" he practically whined back.
"Kurt Wagner open this door immediately!" his mom demanded.
"Um" his answer came as he slowly opened the door.
They looked at him and he looked nervously back. No screaming involved.
His father approached him and placed a hand on Kurt's shoulder, lightly squeezing it, "This is what you were worried about?" his father looked him right in his yellow eyes.
His mother just approached with the same smile she always wore when looking at her little boy.
Kurt was going to cry, "What did I do to deserve such great parents?" he hugged his father and mother.
"Oh Kurt" his mom hugged his even tighter.
The others, hiding at the top of the stairs, came down.
The Professor exited his study from the side.
A touching reunion.
After some tears, some kind words, some words that Kurt had been desperate to hear his -father produced a small box.
"Professor Xavier, sir, we got that package you wanted" he handed it over to the Professor who handed it straight back with a, "its for Kurt".
"For me?" Kurt was still looking rather teary eyed and was reluctant to leave his moms side, "What is it?"
His father handed him the smallish box.
Kurt carefully opened the box, "Um thanks- it's a watch". An incredibly ugly watch, he silently added with a smile.
The lady, Ororo, approached and helped him put it on. "It's a rather unique one though".
"Yeah" Kurt completely agreed.
"If you switch it on" she showed him the button and he pressed it.
His hands were suddenly normal, skin and five fingers- no fur! He couldn't really see the rest of himself but he got the idea, "I'm normal!"
"Of course you are, you always were" Ororo smiled.
"It's a holographic projector" the Professor supplied.
"You're no different now than you were a few minutes ago" his father smiled.
"This will enable you to go to school and be more easily accepted but Kurt- You always were a person, as normal as a teenager can get- even after you took on your bluish appearance".
"People won't scream though" Kurt beamed and hugged everyone. Except Logan- things were starting to improve, there was no point being made a human kebab now that things were starting to improve.
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The End.
* I know that 'crap' isn't a word that Kurt would use but he had/has been around Evan far too much and he is stressed.
* Its AU (Alternative Universe) so Forge is the one to make the holo-projector. No Middleverse. Forge can still be young though- I love this whole AU thing. ;)
* Um I actually like Mutant X- but only Season 2 and Season 1 episode- Russian Roulette
Author (me): Its the end. Whoo -hoo?
I know that there's probably/definately a lot more material that could be added to this but to be honest i just don't have the confidence to do so. I don't want to massacre an 'all right' story.
Now that its ended i don't mind other writers doing something with the same idea- have fun!
Spelling mistakes/grammer mistakes- i apologise! I'm sorry!
I'm taking a break from the fan fiction world for a while but i'll still review other peoples work ;)
Thankyou to all who have reviewed so far! and well i guess since this is the last chapter-
plz review !!!!
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Chapter 12: We are Family
Kurt paced in his room for a while until someone knocked his door "Kid?"
"I'm in" Kurt practically leapt off his new bed and watched the door open.
"I've seen you before" he warily watched the man carrying a box across the floor, "but I don't know your name".
"Its Wolverine, the students use 'Mr' Logan for some reason" came a response with a grunt.
"Mr Logan, what do you actually do here?" Kurt approached him, wondering what was in the box.
"Missions, work, eat, sleep, leave" he dropped the box onto the bed with a, "Its my way".
"Ok..Cool" Kurt scratched the back of his head.
"Kid?"
"Yeah?"
"Chuck wants you to phone your parents," he grumbled over being a messenger boy, "Phones down the hall and your stuff from that rat-hole of a place you called home is in the box" and Mr Logan stalked out of the room.
Kurt raked through the box, rummaging around, for a photo in a frame-he pulled it out. He smiled at the memory of his parents trying to get him to sit still for a family photo. He ran his fingers over the glass protecting the picture, his 'new' fingers instantly drawing his attention.
The photo showed his mom and dad, without their current grey hair, and him- a normal child. He had his old dark brown hair and eyes, a cheeky smile on his face and both his loving parents were holding him.
He sighed, left his room and walked down the corridor.
The photo now lay on top of his chest of draws- looking vaguely abandoned.
He carefully watched for any other people who might be around, he was ready to 'port right back into his room.
On a small table, about halfway down the hall was a blue phone- Kurt was beginning to hate the colour.
He picked it up and mournfully dialled the long-distance number.
The phone rung once, Kurt wondered what on earth he could say to them and then someone picked up.
"Hello?" came the familiar voice of his adopted mother.
"That was fast- phone barely have time to finish its first ring" Kurt nervously quipped.
"Thank god- he's alright!" his mom instantly called his dad, "its Kurt!"
"Yeah its me" he felt like he was admitting the fact in a court of law because in fact he was waiting to be judged.
"Where have you been?! You haven't called in three days! - You're meant to call everyday!" she sounded beyond worried and stressed.
"I'm sorry" Kurt sniffed, his voice getting suddenly weak, "I've been going through some…." he rummaged his mind for a word, "…stuff"
"Are you ok?" his dad had lifted up another phone, probably borrowed from a neighbour.
They'd been waiting for him to call, he guiltily sighed.
"Not really" Kurt admitted.
"What's wrong?" his dad didn't sound angry, just concerned.
"I'm a mutant" it was blunt, direct, spoken coldly with the fear of rejection.
"Oh" was the plural reply he received- not exactly shock horror either.
"And its changed the way I look" his voice was very emotionless, detached- waiting for the worse to come -in regards to their replies.
"In what way?" his father was always the curious one.
"I'm blue" Kurt shortly replied.
He could almost feel his mother's kind smile as she spoke, "Honey, its ok to be depressed- you're going through a lot of things for a boy your age…."
"Literally" he interrupted, "with pointy ears, tri-digit fingers- meaning that I only have three fingers on each hand, different toes, blue fur and a tail with a demonic spade at the end"
There was a long pause and Kurt fidgeted with the phone line.
"Are you ok Kurt?" his dad finally spoke.
"Am I ok?" Kurt sounded surprised at the question, "Does this mean that you still care- even though I look like a demon?"
"Oh sweetie…" his mom had finally clicked onto why he was acting so timid and detached.
"You don't care that I look like", Kurt slightly gulped, "a demon?"
"Kurt- we don't care what you look like! You're our son, we know you - our sweet, polite, humorous, smart child. We're just so relieved that you're all right. We were worried"
"I thought that you'd…" Kurt's relief was suddenly over-ridden, "…you haven't even seen me! - You'll scream!!"
Abruptly, Kurt slammed down the phone. He couldn't handle it if his own parents screamed.
On the other end- the phone went dead.
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He stared in hatred at that phone for a few seconds, he wasn't sure what was bothering him more; his parents, himself or what had happened to him.
His mind was playing over a scenario of his own parents looking at him- terrified.
He shook the dark thought away and went back to his room to pick out some clothes for dinner.
Most of his clothes clashed with his new blue format so he chose a pair of faded blue jeans, a black jumper and he couldn't wear his old shoes so he was going foot-commando.
Kitty phased straight through his door as he was wearing his boxer shorts and jumper- using a pair of scissors to hack a hole in the back of the jeans for his tail.
He fumbled the scissors in embarrassment and they clattered to the floor.
"Omygosh!" Kitty instantly went bright red, "I'm sorry- I forgot to knock. Dinner…dinner is down stairs- being served. People there" she fought for a coherent sentence and managed a, "I'll wait for you out there" she pointed to the door and fled straight through it.
Kurt nervously laughed a few minutes later and, with minimum difficulty, put his jeans on.
His swayed his tail a little, making sure it felt ok- it was incredibly sensitive. He'd have to get used to making sure it wasn't somewhere dangerous- like under someone's foot.
Meeting Kitty, she was playing with a pink flashing yoyo, outside of his room, there wasn't that much awkwardness. They both blushed and walked in near silence down to the dining room.
He walked in, tail subconsciously wrapping round his waist
"Hi" he actually waved to them, mimicking a Kitty gesture, and then he saw Evan.
"Yo K-man!" Evan shot out of his seat and cheerfully grinned, "Gimme five!" he made a hand gesture.
Kurt looked down at his hand; Evan looked too and amended, "Gimme three!"
Kurt obliged the familiar friend, "Welcome to Mutant Central!" Evan showed Kurt to an empty seat, conveniently located between Evan and Kitty's seat,
Opposite him was 'that girl'- "Jean?!"
"Hello Kurt, how are you?" the long red-haired, previous tour-guide, girl enquired.
"You two are also mutants?" he was taken aback.
Then Scott and Hank (in full furred form) strolled into the room. Mr Logan wasn't around.
The dinner was interesting, Kurt found out the different powers that made each person a mutant, about the X-men, Professor Xavier's dream for bringing humans and mutant's together- the food was good as well.
He was tired, gradually his new 'family' (they'd actually welcomed him into their 'family'-he was mildly surprised at their hospitality) retired to their rooms.
Kurt was left finishing his third dessert with only the Professor and Evans Aunt, Ororo, for company.
"So Kurt, did you phone your parents?" the Professor casually enquired.
"Yeah, sort of" he guzzled down some orange juice.
"Sort of?" Ororo repeated with her voice pitching at the end to indicate the question.
"I phoned them" Kurt re-iterated and placed down his drink, "and then I hung up," he quietly added.
"Why?" the Professor was so much like a therapist it was disturbing.
"I just…."
"Freaked?" Ororo suggested.
"Don't use that word" Kurt requested/ordered, "Yeah- I just kept thinking- what if they scream when they see me?"
He took another drink, feeling ill at the thought.
"How did they take the news?" the Proffesor asked.
"Very well- they were more worried about why I hadn't called than anything else" Kurt acknowledged.
"I'd like them to visit" the Professor said, "We have to sort out official forms and informed them fully of the new changes".
"I didn't get around to telling them where I was!" Kurt groaned, "Crap!*"
"No point in getting upset- I'll call them this evening" Ororo's voice was comforting.
"I'd like to go to my room" Kurt felt exhausted, physically and emotionally, "That ok?"
"Of course" the Professor merely nodded.
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Mr and Mrs Wagner were on a flight to see their son. A phone call from a polite and decent seeming person had mildly eased their worries but they wanted to be there for their son and the man- Charles Xavier had invited them over to his Institute for Gifted Children.
He'd been comforting to a fault, offering to pay flight tickets- first class no less, letting them stay at the institute, providing food and everything else.
Xavier's goal- to unify mutants and humans, comforted the Wagner's- this Xavier was obviously a good man or as Kurt would say- "One of the good guys".
It would take one day of travelling by plane and two to drive to Bayville. They'd stay at a hotel in between- just for a day after the plane trip.
On the way to Bayville they were going to take a day round-trip to pick up a package for Xavier- apparently a gift for Kurt. They were to meet a guy oddly named - Forge* and collect it.
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Whilst the other students went to school, Kurt stayed home for the obvious reasons.
Kitty had told him that he could rake through her CDs and videos if he wanted- she had a good collection.
Watching "10 things I hate about you" wasn't that bad, the Stargate first episode- he had to wonder about and then there was the Star Wars, Star Trek and various others that had peaked his interest. Most things he watched seemed to have the word- Star.
He wondered if he'd be doomed to spend the rest of his life watching the entire collection of a video store.
His tail limply hung off the couch, his feet snugly covered by a pillow, his head lying on another- he was sprawled out and totally bored.
The others would be back soon but that wasn't really a big thing.
They'd come back, say 'hi Kurt' and then disappear- Kitty staying the longest. It was like a family all right- a family coming to check that the 'family' dog is still around.
Trapped, bored, isolated- he wasn't surprised.
The Professor hadn't mentioned anything further about his parents and to be honest it was rather depressing.
He 'lightened up'; smiled, shared jokes (a few from the awful movies that he'd been watching, most from the good movies) and he'd laughed.
He'd also brooded and secretly taken little night strolls to get a feel for the entire Institute grounds, once watching Logan/Wolverine dicing up a tree.
This all took place over a period of three days- 'not long if you actually have a life'; Kurt mused and changed the channel. He was not watching Mutant X*.
The doorbell rang, "Door!" he called out, he was not answering the door- all furry, fangy and taily. He really liked his tail.
He'd worked out that his tail was actually a very strong limb- it could support his entire body and it was fun.
The bell continued to ring and it was totally against his nature to be rude but "Will someone answer the door?
Kitty, Scott, Jean, Ororo, Evan, Logan and co. all stood crouching, hiding at the top of the stairs.
"You get it Kurt!" Kitty yelled.
He wandered out from the 'Family' room and called up the stairs (although he couldn't see anyone), "Looking like this?! Why can't you get it?" he shouted back.
"I'm not dressed!" was Kitty's instant reply to which Kurt got all flustered.
"Hurry up Kurt!" she deliberately pressured.
"Fine" he cautiously crept up to the door and opened it very slightly, hiding himself, "Can I help you?" he asked.
"Kurt!" his mom almost shrieked, "I'd recognise that voice any day"
Kurt cussed quietly and then spoke, "Well you wouldn't recognise me!" he practically whined back.
"Kurt Wagner open this door immediately!" his mom demanded.
"Um" his answer came as he slowly opened the door.
They looked at him and he looked nervously back. No screaming involved.
His father approached him and placed a hand on Kurt's shoulder, lightly squeezing it, "This is what you were worried about?" his father looked him right in his yellow eyes.
His mother just approached with the same smile she always wore when looking at her little boy.
Kurt was going to cry, "What did I do to deserve such great parents?" he hugged his father and mother.
"Oh Kurt" his mom hugged his even tighter.
The others, hiding at the top of the stairs, came down.
The Professor exited his study from the side.
A touching reunion.
After some tears, some kind words, some words that Kurt had been desperate to hear his -father produced a small box.
"Professor Xavier, sir, we got that package you wanted" he handed it over to the Professor who handed it straight back with a, "its for Kurt".
"For me?" Kurt was still looking rather teary eyed and was reluctant to leave his moms side, "What is it?"
His father handed him the smallish box.
Kurt carefully opened the box, "Um thanks- it's a watch". An incredibly ugly watch, he silently added with a smile.
The lady, Ororo, approached and helped him put it on. "It's a rather unique one though".
"Yeah" Kurt completely agreed.
"If you switch it on" she showed him the button and he pressed it.
His hands were suddenly normal, skin and five fingers- no fur! He couldn't really see the rest of himself but he got the idea, "I'm normal!"
"Of course you are, you always were" Ororo smiled.
"It's a holographic projector" the Professor supplied.
"You're no different now than you were a few minutes ago" his father smiled.
"This will enable you to go to school and be more easily accepted but Kurt- You always were a person, as normal as a teenager can get- even after you took on your bluish appearance".
"People won't scream though" Kurt beamed and hugged everyone. Except Logan- things were starting to improve, there was no point being made a human kebab now that things were starting to improve.
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The End.
* I know that 'crap' isn't a word that Kurt would use but he had/has been around Evan far too much and he is stressed.
* Its AU (Alternative Universe) so Forge is the one to make the holo-projector. No Middleverse. Forge can still be young though- I love this whole AU thing. ;)
* Um I actually like Mutant X- but only Season 2 and Season 1 episode- Russian Roulette
Author (me): Its the end. Whoo -hoo?
I know that there's probably/definately a lot more material that could be added to this but to be honest i just don't have the confidence to do so. I don't want to massacre an 'all right' story.
Now that its ended i don't mind other writers doing something with the same idea- have fun!
Spelling mistakes/grammer mistakes- i apologise! I'm sorry!
I'm taking a break from the fan fiction world for a while but i'll still review other peoples work ;)
Thankyou to all who have reviewed so far! and well i guess since this is the last chapter-
plz review !!!!