Synopsis; When Kurt comes across another mutant with his distinctive powers
and appearance there are a few subtle differences.
Disclaimer; I don't own any of the characters you recognise but I do own those you don't; I hope that those I've borrowed seem ok because I was a little unsure of them.
Note; I'm a fan of X-men Evolution and the movies but that's as far as my obsession (Of sorts) can afford to go! *Slouch* so if I screw up something which is ascertained in the comics then I'm very sorry! Not a lot happens in this fic, to be fair, so if you wanted a lot of action uh you may want to read something else.
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"A teleporter?" Kurt's voice rang with surprise as he turned his yellow eyes to Xavier, the Professor nodded slightly. "Where is he?" It was mid- afternoon; Professor X had called Kurt away from his silent musings to inform him of the teleporter.
"She was almost as difficult to track down as you were,"
Kurt's lips curved into a slight smile as he thought of how hard he was to track down after the assassination attempt on the president, "Where was she last?" He questioned softly, "And do you know where she started?" Xavier drew out a map and motioned a radius. Kurt studied it for a long moment before tracing a line with one of his fingers.
"I am sending Storm with you,"
"Are we leaving now?"
"Yes,"
Kurt transported into the X jet, landing on the deck just behind the Pilot's chair that Storm was seated in. She turned as she heard the noise of his teleportation. "This isn't going to be easy," She told him, "I had Jean's help before," Kurt nodded, sorrow washed over him about Jean's passing and a fond memory of the initial meeting. "What can you do?"
"I am not sure,"
Storm turned to him and smiled ever so slightly, "We'll just have to appeal to her," she insisted. Kurt nodded ever so slightly and felt the pull as the jet lifted off. He rested his head forward into his three fingered hands; his tail touched his ear for a moment. "According to the Professor the location is an old abandoned school,"
He looked across to her with a thoughtful look on his face, "Maybe we feel better amongst the ruins of life," he suggested softly. She smiled across at him but the look of thought did not leave his face. The trip took a while, in which time he constructed an argument to use against the other teleporter, he had never met another one like him before and he hoped that she was not cursed with his demonic looks.
When the jet landed Kurt emerged first, looking thoughtfully about him, as silly as it sounded he had been so used to the inside of buildings and the dark that being out in the sun startled him ever so slightly. They made a room-by-room sweep until one caught his attention, the tables were all pushed together and books lay stacked around the room. He told Storm of his suspicions and she entered first as he stood in the corridor listening for the sounds of a teleport; nothing reached his elf-like ears and he entered the room. A more in-depth look at it showed him that room was, indeed, where the girl had been staying, under the tables there was a tatty blanket, a pillow and a pile of clothes. "You do not have to stay; I can call you when she appears."
She turned to where he stood by the tables and smiled slightly, "It took two people to even keep you still, I'm just a backup." She sat in a chair and leant back, Kurt crouched himself on one of the desks but remained fully alert, if the girl was as quick as he was then she could come and go in seconds.
Something inside of him tingled as the girl appeared, the smoke dissipated from her teleport, as it cleared he caught sight of the lithe girl. She wore a plain grey coloured aertex shirt and sports trousers, a tail twitched from the back of them. She spent a few moments with her back to them, panting for a while. "Please, don't be startled;" He attempted; she whirled around to face him and disappeared.
"What are you doing here?" The harsh female voice demanded from above, he visualised the rafter above himself and landed on it, still in a crouch before her. She had a British accent that bordered towards a more rural area. "This is my home," She insisted in a hard voice. She did look as he did, her eyes were yellow, she was blue; pointed ears, and teeth were visible.
She did not go, clearly not as quick as he was yet, "I know," He told her softly. "The Professor wants to meet you," She looked considerably confused and he tried to explain to her. "He runs a school for mutants, he found you." He surveyed her for a few moments; she was so young and looked so small in comparison to the rafters she perched on.
She teleported to the teachers desk at the rooms front, she crouched there looking up to where he stayed, she was playing with him. He did not choose to follow her and stayed on the rafter. "What do I call you?" He questioned of her, he motioned himself with a hand, "I am Kurt Wagner, and this is Ororo," He motioned Storm with a sweeping gesture and the woman on the desk dropped backwards from her crouch, she had only seen him before and knowing Storm was there shocked her.
"My name's Ghost," his eyes locked with hers for a long moment as he willed her to answer with her other name, she dropped her gaze. "I was given the name Ciara by my family and I chose Ghost after a bunch of kids were scared by me when they were trying to break into my home."
Kurt jumped from the rafters using his tail to bring him closer to the ground before dropping to it loosely; he landed gently but did not move any closer to her. "You live alone?" She nodded; her eyes went to her things under the table, a bag lay by her things and it was clear that she was considering making a grab for them and leaving. "How old are you Ciara?"
"Like that's your business,"
Storm stood, she had so far only been a quiet watcher, her cape made the dust on the ground swirl up about her. "The Professor only wants to meet you, nothing more," She assured, given her closer position to Ciara Kurt moved to her side. "He can teach you things, give you a home and Kurt may help you to teleport quicker."
"15,"
Glad to have her age Kurt nodded, she was very young and his own abilities had been less developed then they were currently at that age; he could teleport but nothing near as quickly as now, "You've lived alone for a while?" He questioned, the room looked well organised despite its layers of dust.
"Since I could teleport,"
"Which was?"
"At 10,"
"You needn't live alone any more," Storm offered when the two finished their brief conversation, unable to draw his eyes away Kurt stood there just looking at Ciara; she was not 15 for a start, a lie he would question later, now he just wanted her to be in the institute so she was not alone any more. "In the institute there will be people who understand you, people who will be your friends, and people who can teach and guide you." Ciara shifted forward her legs now hanging over the table's edge she looked directly at Storm.
"I can't afford some flashy institute,"
"You won't need to,"
She lowered her head into thought for a few moments, "Are there others like me?" She did not raise her head from her ponderings; her voice was no longer harsh but soft and easy. Kurt knew what she was going through, he had never thought that there could be other mutants, especially ones who looked like he did; the girl had a lot to take in.
"Currently only Kurt and we thought him to be one of a kind, the Professor works to find new mutants all of the time."
"How quick are you?"
It took Kurt a while to realise that she was addressing him, the only real answer he could give was to show her, he teleported around the room without much effort before landing in the room with a flower he had picked from outside in his hand. With a beaming smile, he presented the flower to an awe struck Ciara. "What about you?"
"Very slowly compared to you,"
Kurt did not move close to her but kept slightly back from her perch, it was her personal space and he was only little more then a stranger. "It just takes a little time and patience, you will get faster if you are like me," She looked down to her hands, the three fingers separated and then drew back together, she looked to his hand for a moment.
"I'll come with you but only because I've got nothing better to do,"
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Note; well that's chapter one, I do hope that Ciara isn't a Mary Sue, I don't think she is as she's only a little like me occasionally. Please leave a review in the little box provided and if there's something wrong then I can try and . uh . well I can't do a lot about this chapter but the next chapter can be altered.
Disclaimer; I don't own any of the characters you recognise but I do own those you don't; I hope that those I've borrowed seem ok because I was a little unsure of them.
Note; I'm a fan of X-men Evolution and the movies but that's as far as my obsession (Of sorts) can afford to go! *Slouch* so if I screw up something which is ascertained in the comics then I'm very sorry! Not a lot happens in this fic, to be fair, so if you wanted a lot of action uh you may want to read something else.
~*~*~
"A teleporter?" Kurt's voice rang with surprise as he turned his yellow eyes to Xavier, the Professor nodded slightly. "Where is he?" It was mid- afternoon; Professor X had called Kurt away from his silent musings to inform him of the teleporter.
"She was almost as difficult to track down as you were,"
Kurt's lips curved into a slight smile as he thought of how hard he was to track down after the assassination attempt on the president, "Where was she last?" He questioned softly, "And do you know where she started?" Xavier drew out a map and motioned a radius. Kurt studied it for a long moment before tracing a line with one of his fingers.
"I am sending Storm with you,"
"Are we leaving now?"
"Yes,"
Kurt transported into the X jet, landing on the deck just behind the Pilot's chair that Storm was seated in. She turned as she heard the noise of his teleportation. "This isn't going to be easy," She told him, "I had Jean's help before," Kurt nodded, sorrow washed over him about Jean's passing and a fond memory of the initial meeting. "What can you do?"
"I am not sure,"
Storm turned to him and smiled ever so slightly, "We'll just have to appeal to her," she insisted. Kurt nodded ever so slightly and felt the pull as the jet lifted off. He rested his head forward into his three fingered hands; his tail touched his ear for a moment. "According to the Professor the location is an old abandoned school,"
He looked across to her with a thoughtful look on his face, "Maybe we feel better amongst the ruins of life," he suggested softly. She smiled across at him but the look of thought did not leave his face. The trip took a while, in which time he constructed an argument to use against the other teleporter, he had never met another one like him before and he hoped that she was not cursed with his demonic looks.
When the jet landed Kurt emerged first, looking thoughtfully about him, as silly as it sounded he had been so used to the inside of buildings and the dark that being out in the sun startled him ever so slightly. They made a room-by-room sweep until one caught his attention, the tables were all pushed together and books lay stacked around the room. He told Storm of his suspicions and she entered first as he stood in the corridor listening for the sounds of a teleport; nothing reached his elf-like ears and he entered the room. A more in-depth look at it showed him that room was, indeed, where the girl had been staying, under the tables there was a tatty blanket, a pillow and a pile of clothes. "You do not have to stay; I can call you when she appears."
She turned to where he stood by the tables and smiled slightly, "It took two people to even keep you still, I'm just a backup." She sat in a chair and leant back, Kurt crouched himself on one of the desks but remained fully alert, if the girl was as quick as he was then she could come and go in seconds.
Something inside of him tingled as the girl appeared, the smoke dissipated from her teleport, as it cleared he caught sight of the lithe girl. She wore a plain grey coloured aertex shirt and sports trousers, a tail twitched from the back of them. She spent a few moments with her back to them, panting for a while. "Please, don't be startled;" He attempted; she whirled around to face him and disappeared.
"What are you doing here?" The harsh female voice demanded from above, he visualised the rafter above himself and landed on it, still in a crouch before her. She had a British accent that bordered towards a more rural area. "This is my home," She insisted in a hard voice. She did look as he did, her eyes were yellow, she was blue; pointed ears, and teeth were visible.
She did not go, clearly not as quick as he was yet, "I know," He told her softly. "The Professor wants to meet you," She looked considerably confused and he tried to explain to her. "He runs a school for mutants, he found you." He surveyed her for a few moments; she was so young and looked so small in comparison to the rafters she perched on.
She teleported to the teachers desk at the rooms front, she crouched there looking up to where he stayed, she was playing with him. He did not choose to follow her and stayed on the rafter. "What do I call you?" He questioned of her, he motioned himself with a hand, "I am Kurt Wagner, and this is Ororo," He motioned Storm with a sweeping gesture and the woman on the desk dropped backwards from her crouch, she had only seen him before and knowing Storm was there shocked her.
"My name's Ghost," his eyes locked with hers for a long moment as he willed her to answer with her other name, she dropped her gaze. "I was given the name Ciara by my family and I chose Ghost after a bunch of kids were scared by me when they were trying to break into my home."
Kurt jumped from the rafters using his tail to bring him closer to the ground before dropping to it loosely; he landed gently but did not move any closer to her. "You live alone?" She nodded; her eyes went to her things under the table, a bag lay by her things and it was clear that she was considering making a grab for them and leaving. "How old are you Ciara?"
"Like that's your business,"
Storm stood, she had so far only been a quiet watcher, her cape made the dust on the ground swirl up about her. "The Professor only wants to meet you, nothing more," She assured, given her closer position to Ciara Kurt moved to her side. "He can teach you things, give you a home and Kurt may help you to teleport quicker."
"15,"
Glad to have her age Kurt nodded, she was very young and his own abilities had been less developed then they were currently at that age; he could teleport but nothing near as quickly as now, "You've lived alone for a while?" He questioned, the room looked well organised despite its layers of dust.
"Since I could teleport,"
"Which was?"
"At 10,"
"You needn't live alone any more," Storm offered when the two finished their brief conversation, unable to draw his eyes away Kurt stood there just looking at Ciara; she was not 15 for a start, a lie he would question later, now he just wanted her to be in the institute so she was not alone any more. "In the institute there will be people who understand you, people who will be your friends, and people who can teach and guide you." Ciara shifted forward her legs now hanging over the table's edge she looked directly at Storm.
"I can't afford some flashy institute,"
"You won't need to,"
She lowered her head into thought for a few moments, "Are there others like me?" She did not raise her head from her ponderings; her voice was no longer harsh but soft and easy. Kurt knew what she was going through, he had never thought that there could be other mutants, especially ones who looked like he did; the girl had a lot to take in.
"Currently only Kurt and we thought him to be one of a kind, the Professor works to find new mutants all of the time."
"How quick are you?"
It took Kurt a while to realise that she was addressing him, the only real answer he could give was to show her, he teleported around the room without much effort before landing in the room with a flower he had picked from outside in his hand. With a beaming smile, he presented the flower to an awe struck Ciara. "What about you?"
"Very slowly compared to you,"
Kurt did not move close to her but kept slightly back from her perch, it was her personal space and he was only little more then a stranger. "It just takes a little time and patience, you will get faster if you are like me," She looked down to her hands, the three fingers separated and then drew back together, she looked to his hand for a moment.
"I'll come with you but only because I've got nothing better to do,"
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Note; well that's chapter one, I do hope that Ciara isn't a Mary Sue, I don't think she is as she's only a little like me occasionally. Please leave a review in the little box provided and if there's something wrong then I can try and . uh . well I can't do a lot about this chapter but the next chapter can be altered.