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ladydraceHoly shit! I can't believe it's actually done!! My never ending fic has finally ended!! It's the end of an era, and finally a plot bunny less to eat my wallpaper. Enjoy!
Title: Through the Fog.
Codes: X-men Evolution, Nightcrawler/Toad.
Part 19/19
Rating: This chapter I think is PG-13.
Warnings: Erm... schmoooooop.
Beta: None. Probably loads of weird errors and typos, but at least it's only myself who's to blame.
Feedback: Yes please. Even 'it sucks' would be appreciated.
Disclaimer: I don't own any green prehensile delights or fluffy goodness elfs. Or even the concepts thereof. *sigh* Not mine. At all. Oh I only wish.
Summary: Todd gets an unexpected visit from his past after 10 years, and the war moves in again.
Chapter 19
The trip back to the mansion took no time at all, and Todd wasn't really all that surprised when the first thing that happened when he exited the jet, was that the Professor's voice popped up in his head.
“Welcome back, Todd. I dare say you proved even me wrong. And I'm glad. Go see Kurt first. We'll talk in the morning.”
Todd didn't try for a reply. This telepathy crap still weirded him out, but he got the distinct impression that ol' Baldie was smiling up there in his office. Well. At least the big boss was glad to have him. Always a plus.
A bit of confusion followed, since he'd never physically taken the trip through the mansion down to the hangar, but Kitty was a good sport and showed him the way to the corridor where Kurt's room was. She was entirely too chipper and kept smiling at him all the way, and Todd was very tempted to pull a face, when she winked and phased through the floor to where ever she was going.
Reminding himself that she was probably just way too overexcited from the huge gossip potential of his return, and not purposely out to embarrass him, helped a lot keeping his desire for mockery in check. Besides, if he was going to be living here with her, there would be plenty of time to prank the hell out of her, if she proved too much to take. The thought made him smirk and he already had a half formed plan in his head on how to go about pranking someone who could phase through things, when he suddenly realized he had arrived at Kurt's door.
And just like that, his shoes turned to led. At least, that's how it felt. The last step bringing him within knocking distance of the door certainly felt like he was dragging his feet through glue. He could hear music coming from the inside. Something sad that sounded vaguely familiar.
The music made him realize something else. Kurt was most likely heartbroken. What if he decided that he was just too hurt to patch things up? What if he wouldn't accept whatever lousy excuse Todd came up with for just showing up and expecting things to be peachy? What if? Todd felt almost nauseas at the thought of all the ways his brilliant plan could go wrong. Because he most certainly wouldn't be staying if Kurt thought he was a total asshole. Which he probably already thought.
These dark thoughts put a serious peg in the wheel of Todd's courage, and he spent at least a full minute outside Kurt's door, cursing his sorry ass brain, for not being able to find a solution for this mess. He leaned his forehead gently against the smooth wood of the door, naïvely willing his thoughts to find Kurt on the other side, and explain everything without all these fucking awkward words. A few of the words of the sad song made it through the door, as Todd was hating himself outside.
“Crazy... I'm crazy for feeling... so lonely-y-y.”
Smiling bitterly, Todd thought to himself that Fuzzy really knew how to hit the nail on the head, musically. He found himself wondering what Blue Boy would listen to when he was happy. Probably some weird German pop music. And oddly enough, Todd found that he was dying to know. To know everything. What music Kurt listened to. What his favorite food was, where he grew up, if he could wriggle his pointed ears. Every bit of information about his elf, he wanted to know it all. About 'his' elf. And he would make sure Fuzzy knew that in short order.
That thought decided it for him, and he straightened up, mentally calling his balls out for being such damn cowards and simply swung open the door without knocking.
Kurt was sitting at his desk with his back to the door. A book was open on the table in front of him, but it was clear he wasn't reading it. He was just sitting at the desk, hunched over, looking out of the window. Todd was about to say something, when Kurt beat him to it.
“I could hear you standing out there, trying to hear if I vas crying. Vell, I'm not, so you can tell the others that I'm ok, and please leave me alone. Thank you.”
Todd blinked and frowned. What was Fuzzy talking about? Confused, he stayed where he was and just looked at the back of Kurt's head. As the song ended and restarted on the CD player, Kurt sighed and continued:
“Sascha, I'm asking you nicely to leave me alone. At least have the courtesy to do as I ask.”
Oh. Now it made sense. Kurt apparently didn't realize it was Todd behind him. Although how that was possible, he was very curious about, since Kurt's sense of smell was brilliant and Todd certainly didn't smell anything like the perfumed Sascha chick. But deciding that that was a matter to be pondered at a later time, he simply shut the door quietly behind him and slowly approached his elf.
Without further ado, he carefully wrapped his arms around Kurt, in a display of tenderness he mentally patted himself on the back for, and simply held tight, when the furry mutant squirmed in surprise.
“Yo, Furball. Missed me?”
Kurt whirled around in his seat, fixing shocked golden eyes on Todd, still keeping his arms locked tight, not giving his elf a chance to bolt. Not that he seemed ether willing or able, as he simply sat there silently, staring at Todd's face an inch away from his own. So Todd decided that since Fuzzy was quiet for once, he might as well get on with it.
“Look, Fuzzy. I'm... not good at all this feelin's crap. Not at all. But... I'm here. And I'm stayin. “
Kurt was still just staring at Todd, so he considered it for a few seconds and decided that that was a pretty half-assed declaration, and tried again.
“I... uh... I wanna know what music you like. Ok? I wanna meet your folks, and groom your monkey fur, and mess up your stuff, and eat all your food, and borrow your shirts and all those other stupid couples things that normal people do. Ok?
“I wanna know all your bad habits, and your secrets and dreams, and your kinky sex fantasies. I wanna know everything.”
Todd was just congratulating himself on this much better delivery of the message, when Kurt quirked an eyebrow and simply asked:
“You... vant to know my... sex fantasies?”
Thrown off for a second, Todd cleared his throat and stammered:
“Well... uhm... that too... I mean... err. You're kinda missin' the point here, Fuzzy!”
Kurt smirked and inched just a little closer until their noses were touching.
“Oh? And vhat is the point, then?”
Encouraged by the smirk, Todd swallowed another load of those pesky cotton balls and got down to it. If ever there was a time to say it like it was, now was the time.
“The point... Fuzzball... is that you're MY fuzzball! And I ain't ever leavin' you again.”
Kurt smiled and dropped something on the floor he had been cradling to his chest, to throw his arms around Todd instead.
“Vell... vhen you put it like that...”
And with a bamf and a blink, they were gone, Todd's sweat shirt forgotten on the floor, where it had fallen from Kurt's arms.
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Epilogue.
It was war. The world was harshly divided in mutants and non-mutants. Heavy casualties on both sides. The streets shone wetly with blood, not all of it the human red.
Nightcrawler was perched on a wall, lips tight and face bitter, while watching the destruction still taking place. He would be joining the battle any second now. He just needed that one last thing.
The Toad landed on the wall next to him and nodded grimly. It was time.
Reaching out his webbed hand, The Toad squeezed the three, furry fingers hard enough to bruise, but it still brought exactly the comfort and strength that Nightcrawler needed. With a last nod exchanged, they lept into battle, leading the way as the X-men took up the offence against Magneto's hordes.
But that is another story to tell.
The End.
Story Notes!
This story came to life when I saw this wonderful piece of fanart.
That gave birth to the fight scene in the first chapter. And then the fic just kinda developed from there. Little did I know that it would evolve into this 19 chapter, 68 page, 34.574 word monster. I liked the look of Todd's long hair enough to use it in my future image of him, but my future Kurt was actually more inspired by some of the old X-men comic books.
Another part that came into my mind early on, was Kurt and Scott's fight. This was finished long before I even started the chapter it belonged in. I also had the scene with Kitty and Todd in the jet in my mind for the longest time. I'm kinda sad I never got around to using Bane any more than I did, but maybe he'll return in future fics. I really do like him a lot. :o)
This fic represents a year and a half (plus change) long journey of writing, as will probably be very evident when comparing the early chapters to later ones. Especially taking into account that this fic is completely un-beta'd. Eeek. I plan on going back over it at some point in the future, to correct grammar and a few weird mistakes I've spotted. But I'll always keep this first version of the fic, just to remind myself how far I've come.
I hope you've enjoyed taking this journey with me. :o) I certainly had a blast!
Title: Through the Fog.
Codes: X-men Evolution, Nightcrawler/Toad.
Part 19/19
Rating: This chapter I think is PG-13.
Warnings: Erm... schmoooooop.
Beta: None. Probably loads of weird errors and typos, but at least it's only myself who's to blame.
Feedback: Yes please. Even 'it sucks' would be appreciated.
Disclaimer: I don't own any green prehensile delights or fluffy goodness elfs. Or even the concepts thereof. *sigh* Not mine. At all. Oh I only wish.
Summary: Todd gets an unexpected visit from his past after 10 years, and the war moves in again.
Chapter 19
The trip back to the mansion took no time at all, and Todd wasn't really all that surprised when the first thing that happened when he exited the jet, was that the Professor's voice popped up in his head.
“Welcome back, Todd. I dare say you proved even me wrong. And I'm glad. Go see Kurt first. We'll talk in the morning.”
Todd didn't try for a reply. This telepathy crap still weirded him out, but he got the distinct impression that ol' Baldie was smiling up there in his office. Well. At least the big boss was glad to have him. Always a plus.
A bit of confusion followed, since he'd never physically taken the trip through the mansion down to the hangar, but Kitty was a good sport and showed him the way to the corridor where Kurt's room was. She was entirely too chipper and kept smiling at him all the way, and Todd was very tempted to pull a face, when she winked and phased through the floor to where ever she was going.
Reminding himself that she was probably just way too overexcited from the huge gossip potential of his return, and not purposely out to embarrass him, helped a lot keeping his desire for mockery in check. Besides, if he was going to be living here with her, there would be plenty of time to prank the hell out of her, if she proved too much to take. The thought made him smirk and he already had a half formed plan in his head on how to go about pranking someone who could phase through things, when he suddenly realized he had arrived at Kurt's door.
And just like that, his shoes turned to led. At least, that's how it felt. The last step bringing him within knocking distance of the door certainly felt like he was dragging his feet through glue. He could hear music coming from the inside. Something sad that sounded vaguely familiar.
The music made him realize something else. Kurt was most likely heartbroken. What if he decided that he was just too hurt to patch things up? What if he wouldn't accept whatever lousy excuse Todd came up with for just showing up and expecting things to be peachy? What if? Todd felt almost nauseas at the thought of all the ways his brilliant plan could go wrong. Because he most certainly wouldn't be staying if Kurt thought he was a total asshole. Which he probably already thought.
These dark thoughts put a serious peg in the wheel of Todd's courage, and he spent at least a full minute outside Kurt's door, cursing his sorry ass brain, for not being able to find a solution for this mess. He leaned his forehead gently against the smooth wood of the door, naïvely willing his thoughts to find Kurt on the other side, and explain everything without all these fucking awkward words. A few of the words of the sad song made it through the door, as Todd was hating himself outside.
“Crazy... I'm crazy for feeling... so lonely-y-y.”
Smiling bitterly, Todd thought to himself that Fuzzy really knew how to hit the nail on the head, musically. He found himself wondering what Blue Boy would listen to when he was happy. Probably some weird German pop music. And oddly enough, Todd found that he was dying to know. To know everything. What music Kurt listened to. What his favorite food was, where he grew up, if he could wriggle his pointed ears. Every bit of information about his elf, he wanted to know it all. About 'his' elf. And he would make sure Fuzzy knew that in short order.
That thought decided it for him, and he straightened up, mentally calling his balls out for being such damn cowards and simply swung open the door without knocking.
Kurt was sitting at his desk with his back to the door. A book was open on the table in front of him, but it was clear he wasn't reading it. He was just sitting at the desk, hunched over, looking out of the window. Todd was about to say something, when Kurt beat him to it.
“I could hear you standing out there, trying to hear if I vas crying. Vell, I'm not, so you can tell the others that I'm ok, and please leave me alone. Thank you.”
Todd blinked and frowned. What was Fuzzy talking about? Confused, he stayed where he was and just looked at the back of Kurt's head. As the song ended and restarted on the CD player, Kurt sighed and continued:
“Sascha, I'm asking you nicely to leave me alone. At least have the courtesy to do as I ask.”
Oh. Now it made sense. Kurt apparently didn't realize it was Todd behind him. Although how that was possible, he was very curious about, since Kurt's sense of smell was brilliant and Todd certainly didn't smell anything like the perfumed Sascha chick. But deciding that that was a matter to be pondered at a later time, he simply shut the door quietly behind him and slowly approached his elf.
Without further ado, he carefully wrapped his arms around Kurt, in a display of tenderness he mentally patted himself on the back for, and simply held tight, when the furry mutant squirmed in surprise.
“Yo, Furball. Missed me?”
Kurt whirled around in his seat, fixing shocked golden eyes on Todd, still keeping his arms locked tight, not giving his elf a chance to bolt. Not that he seemed ether willing or able, as he simply sat there silently, staring at Todd's face an inch away from his own. So Todd decided that since Fuzzy was quiet for once, he might as well get on with it.
“Look, Fuzzy. I'm... not good at all this feelin's crap. Not at all. But... I'm here. And I'm stayin. “
Kurt was still just staring at Todd, so he considered it for a few seconds and decided that that was a pretty half-assed declaration, and tried again.
“I... uh... I wanna know what music you like. Ok? I wanna meet your folks, and groom your monkey fur, and mess up your stuff, and eat all your food, and borrow your shirts and all those other stupid couples things that normal people do. Ok?
“I wanna know all your bad habits, and your secrets and dreams, and your kinky sex fantasies. I wanna know everything.”
Todd was just congratulating himself on this much better delivery of the message, when Kurt quirked an eyebrow and simply asked:
“You... vant to know my... sex fantasies?”
Thrown off for a second, Todd cleared his throat and stammered:
“Well... uhm... that too... I mean... err. You're kinda missin' the point here, Fuzzy!”
Kurt smirked and inched just a little closer until their noses were touching.
“Oh? And vhat is the point, then?”
Encouraged by the smirk, Todd swallowed another load of those pesky cotton balls and got down to it. If ever there was a time to say it like it was, now was the time.
“The point... Fuzzball... is that you're MY fuzzball! And I ain't ever leavin' you again.”
Kurt smiled and dropped something on the floor he had been cradling to his chest, to throw his arms around Todd instead.
“Vell... vhen you put it like that...”
And with a bamf and a blink, they were gone, Todd's sweat shirt forgotten on the floor, where it had fallen from Kurt's arms.
<<<<<<<<<<<<
Epilogue.
It was war. The world was harshly divided in mutants and non-mutants. Heavy casualties on both sides. The streets shone wetly with blood, not all of it the human red.
Nightcrawler was perched on a wall, lips tight and face bitter, while watching the destruction still taking place. He would be joining the battle any second now. He just needed that one last thing.
The Toad landed on the wall next to him and nodded grimly. It was time.
Reaching out his webbed hand, The Toad squeezed the three, furry fingers hard enough to bruise, but it still brought exactly the comfort and strength that Nightcrawler needed. With a last nod exchanged, they lept into battle, leading the way as the X-men took up the offence against Magneto's hordes.
But that is another story to tell.
The End.
Story Notes!
This story came to life when I saw this wonderful piece of fanart.
That gave birth to the fight scene in the first chapter. And then the fic just kinda developed from there. Little did I know that it would evolve into this 19 chapter, 68 page, 34.574 word monster. I liked the look of Todd's long hair enough to use it in my future image of him, but my future Kurt was actually more inspired by some of the old X-men comic books.
Another part that came into my mind early on, was Kurt and Scott's fight. This was finished long before I even started the chapter it belonged in. I also had the scene with Kitty and Todd in the jet in my mind for the longest time. I'm kinda sad I never got around to using Bane any more than I did, but maybe he'll return in future fics. I really do like him a lot. :o)
This fic represents a year and a half (plus change) long journey of writing, as will probably be very evident when comparing the early chapters to later ones. Especially taking into account that this fic is completely un-beta'd. Eeek. I plan on going back over it at some point in the future, to correct grammar and a few weird mistakes I've spotted. But I'll always keep this first version of the fic, just to remind myself how far I've come.
I hope you've enjoyed taking this journey with me. :o) I certainly had a blast!
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Date: 2010-02-10 03:17 am (UTC)Anyway, thanks so much for writing this great fic!! It's amazing <3
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