My nose twitched as an icy drop of rain landed heavily on my skin. My eyelids flickered in confusion. My new found consciousness threatened to again fall away, but even just the small breathing movements of my torso caused darts of pain to shoot through my body, forcing my eyes open.

Evelyn.

My head suddenly shot up, causing me to bare my teeth in a silent show of pain. As soon as the shock subsided, the memories came back.

Falling. Screaming. Darkness.

I teleported back to the mansion, bamfing only 3 separate times, falling numbly at the bottom of a stairwell on the first level, blacking out.

***

When I awoke the house was alive with action. The sun had yet to rise as I quickly stood up from the couch I had been lying on, the sound of panicked conversation in distant rooms jumpstarting my senses. I took a single step, my muscles heavy but my body seemingly free of pain.

"Kurt," I turned to see Hank rising in surprise from a chair in the corner of the room. He must have been watching me, in charge of monitoring my health.

I opened my mouth for a moment before closing it again, the swarms of panicked thoughts in my mind blocking the connection from my brain to my mouth.

He seemed to understand though, his surprised expression turning to concern as he continued, "You're heavily medicated at the moment. You're on a mixture of pain killers, adrenaline, a bit of cordyceps sinensis..." he trailed of in thought before he turned back to me. "They told me to make sure you stayed here and rested but... The jet should be leaving in 5 minutes. For the sake of Evelyn, you should be on it."

I gave him a quick thankful nod before teleporting to my room, darting to the sink to splash my face with cold water. I stared closely at myself in the mirror, watching as my pupils rapidly constricted as a reaction to the sudden icy splash.

My airways felt thin, almost nonexistent, my head throbbed and my stomach felt tight and uneasy.

Before my body could somehow fail me I braced to teleport to the jet. But something stopped me. A small thought in the back of my mind, growing larger and larger by the second. I glanced to my closet, my feet slowly following my eyes. I reached out my hand and carefully pushed open the door to be met be the almost blinding glow of a cherry red leather jacket.

I pulled it free from its coat hanger and slid my arms down the sleeves feeling a sense of comfort as it moulded around my torso. I remember the day she bought this for me.

A smile that I hadn't realised had crept onto my face instantly fell away as I thought of the danger Evelyn could be in. Pushing the collar up around my neck I bamfed to the jet.

***

My arms tightened around my knees as the jet jolted to the left against the harsh wind. I had wedged myself into a small gap towards the back of the main cabin not wanting to risk any disagreements as to wether or not I would be coming on the mission. It was a tight squeeze; my tail now numb from being squashed between my back and the shallow wall.

I was half expecting the Professor to enter my head at any moment but he stayed silent. I wondered if he was preoccupied with what was going on.

I was able to make out some chatter here and there; Scott muttering words of encouragement to a nervous Jean and Jubilee running off questions to Storm who I assumed was flying the jet. Her mind must've been too pre-occupied with Evelyn, manoeuvring the jet, and trying to pay attention to Jubilee to worry about the weather this high in the clouds, cause it felt as though we were being knocked about a whole lot.

The more experienced mutants had left a few days ago on a pressing mission we weren't told much about, so I was thankful that there were still some of us, inexperienced, but brave enough to find Evelyn.

For almost the entirety of the ride I could hear the soft whisper of Peter's voice, repeating something unclear over and over under his breath. He must feel a bit responsible for this, though he shouldn't. I decided to join him, as for once in a long time I began to move my lips to the rhythm of prayers.

***

I wriggled a bit, freeing the blood flow to three of my numb limbs as I felt the jet touchdown. I was almost certain that Jean had sensed my presence not too long ago, but she hadn't said anything.

I shuffled forward a bit, listening intently as Storm stated everyones roles.

Storm and Jean were going to remain in the jet, to maintain communications with the group and to stay outside incase a large amount of havoc needed to be brought about.

Peter would scout out the compound. He would attempt to provide information about everyone and everything's whereabouts without raising alarm.

Scott and Jubilee were going to gain close proximity to the compound, and when Peter had provided Storm with enough information, they'd be in charge of rescuing Evelyn and taking the kidnappers down.

There was no time for scouting and reviewing though, I had to find Evelyn fast. I decided I'd go with Peter, since he'd be the first to get anywhere near the kidnappers, which is where I needed to be.

When they left I followed quietly behind, trying to blend into the shadows as a soft sunlight began to illuminate the earth. I saw them all stop for a moment then Scott and Jubilee walked off to the left into the darkness of a large crate and Peter took off towards a giant warehouse in a slightly crouched jog.

I bamfed after him, thankful he wasn't using his mutation at this point as we made our way along one side of the warehouse till he found a door. Before he could attempt to open it, I decided now would be a good time to let him know I was here.

I checked around me to make sure no one was watching us and then teleported directly behind him. He jumped slightly at the sound, quickly turning and coming face to face with me.

"Kurt?" He asked in a surprised hoarse whisper.

"Ja," I whispered back with a small smile, surprised at the fact I was actually happy to see a familiar face. If someone had told me I'd be happy to see Peter a little while ago, there was no way I would've believed them but I guess I've really become someone different since then.

His expression quickly turned to guilt as he muttered, "Look, Kurt... I'm so sorry I didn't know- "

"Don't vorry." I cut him off, speaking the words both to him and myself. "Ve vill find her." I finished, reaching my hand over to the door and slowly pulling back the latch.

We entered a small room that looked to be for tool storage. The wrenches, screwdrivers, and drills were all brown with rust and a thick layer of dust hung in the air hinting that this room hasn't been accessed in years.

"An abandoned warehouse," I heard Peter mutter from behind, "Kinda cliché don't you think?"

I nodded a reply but I wasn't really paying attention as I pushed down the handle of another door that would hopefully lead to what had been the main storage floor. Unfortunately, the door opened to reveal a maze of corridors lined with doors, a few overhead lamps flickering with a weak light.

Peter looked at the corridors with a small scowl on his face. "You want to split up?" he suggested.

I suppose it might find Evelyn faster, but I couldn't remember any situation in movies or in real life when splitting up had achieved anything but trouble.

"Nien," I replied, looking over at him, "Together."

We made our way through the old dusty building, thankfully not running into any of the kidnappers, but also without any sign of Evelyn. That was until we rounded a sharp corner to be met with the sight of two bulky men standing guard outside a much more new looking door. I felt Peter grab me and rush us back behind the wall before they could notice us.

"Zat must be vhere zhey are keeping Evelyn," I stated quietly, my breathing heavy as I felt a flutter of hope run through my body.

Peter looked thoughtful for a moment before nodding in agreement, "I'll get rid of those two, wait here."

I poked my head around the corner watching as Peter sauntered over to the two guards. When they saw him their hands when for their pistols that sat on their belts, hanging at their side. "Woooow!" Peter said bringing his hands up in a defensive stance, "I was just hoping you guys could direct me to the little boys room, you know, the toilet." They looked confused for a moment as their grip on their pistols wavered slightly. In a split second they were on the floor unconscious.

I emerged with a hopeful expression, making my way over to the door and peeking in a small glass window at the top. My heart fell as I saw the room held not Evelyn, but an older woman. She looked exhausted and dirty, her head was hung towards the ground blocking her face from my view. I squinted my eyes a bit, examining her hair. It looked brown, but I could tell it was the accumulation of dirt that gave it such a dark colour and if I looked close enough I could see her hair was... Icy blond.

"Vait here," I told Peter who has attempting to haul the two men into a nearby storage room.

I bamfed into the room that resembled more of a cell, the sudden sound causing the woman to lift her head. When she saw me she let out a small gasp, her tired eyes growing wide as she pushed her back against the wall. "What ..." She whispered in fear.

I glanced down at my hands, disappointment swelling inside of me. I had almost forgotten I looked like this. I turned back to her though, realising this was no time for self pitying, and asked, "Vould you happen to know somevone called Evelyn?"

The woman's eyes grew even wider at the mention of her name but she didn't say anything, instead she looked at me with caution.

"I'm not here to hurt you or her, I svear." I stated pleadingly.

The woman looked at me for a bit longer before relaxing a bit, "Of course you're not, a mutant would never side with someone like him." A deep look of sadness washed over her, before she continued, "Evelyn is my daughter."

Daughter.

I heard a tap on the door and turned to see Peter stretching to peer quizzically through the glass. I motioned that I'd be a minute before turning back to the Evelyn's mother.

"Vie are you here?" I asked her. She proceeded to explain to me about her husband and Warren Worthington and the 'cure'. I was more shocked and horrified every time another word left her mouth. When she was done, it was my turn to explain how I knew Evelyn, it was the best way to earn her full trust. I did well to leave out the parts about me falling for her daughter. She listened intently, leaning in closer and closer at every mention of Evelyn's name. By the time I was done she was on her feet with her hand extended.

"My name's Clarisse," she stated.

I shook her hand nervously, "Kurt."

We got out of the cell and continued our mission to find Evelyn. With help from the Professor who had begun to offer Peter directions to Evelyn, we began to pass more and more people. Some looked like the thugs that had been guarding the cell but others wore white coats and overalls. They wore masks and gloves and wheeled around trolleys packed with test tubes filled with mixtures of substances. There was a lot more going on here then I had previously thought, but after what Clarisse had told me it made some sense.

"There," Peter whispered, stopping us and pointing to a door on the other side of the room. This time there were four men standing guard.

I turned to Peter, saying, "I can handle zis, take her back to ze jet and I'll meet you zhere vith Evelyn soon."

Peter nodded but Clarisse stood her ground. "I want to help save her," she stated.

Worry and fear were etched on her face, I knew how she felt. "Vonce I get in zhere I will have to teleport back to ze jet. Zat distance will be much easier vith von person instead of three." I told her softly.

She understood then, and with a small smile they were gone.

I glanced over to the men taking a deep breath, getting ready. I'm coming Evelyn.

Bamf. Crack. Whack. Bamf. Thwack.

I hope they stayed unconscious for a while. I searched the door for a crack or anything I could look through but it was useless. I'd have to find another way in. I turned to look around when I heard a voice scream 'no' from behind the door. Evelyn!

I turned and ran back to the door rapidly running my hands over it, trying to pry it open but it was no use. I had to get in there, now. I closed my eyes. All I had to do was teleport directly onto the other side of the door. I could do this, for her.

I took in a deep breath and suddenly felt my all muscles tighten as I travelled through space. I felt my feet hit pavement and my eyes shot open to reveal a grey room. I heard a small whimper and looked towards the ground were Evelyn lay, tied to a chair. Rage filled me and I looked over to the two other people in the room. One, a scientist holding a now empty syringe, and the other, a man with an angered face.

"Who the hell are yo-" I cut him off by slamming my foot into his face causing his head to hit the ground hard. I turned in time to see the scientist bolt through the door. I didn't have time for him.

Instead I went straight to Evelyn and struggled with her constraints till the rope fell away limply. I wrapped my arms around her, cradling her head as I whispered her name. She was unconscious but she seemed unharmed. That was until my eyes drifted to her arm, where a small drop of blood was rising from an even smaller hole in her skin. My mind drifted back to what her mother had said, and to the empty syringe. Mein Gott, they had given her the cure.

I teleported back to the jet, tears brimming in my eyes.

"Evelyn? Evelyn!" I pleaded as I lay her on the floor of the jet's main cabin. Peter, Jean, Storm, and Clarisse all came to see what was going on.

"What's wrong with her?" Clarisse asked, as she nimbly touched her daughters cheek.

"Ze cure..." was all I could get out. "Vill she be okay?" I asked as I became numb with worry. The cure wasn't fully developed yet, it could have bad side effects, it could kill her.

I looked up but Clarisse seemed to be in shock. Peter and Storm stood above us, looking helpless. I looked at Jean pleadingly.

"I'm sorry Kurt, I... I can't. I don't know how to control it yet." Jean said guiltily.

I looked back down at her. She looked... peaceful.

I brought her head to my neck, "Come on Evelyn. You can fight zis." I whispered in her ear.

I stayed like that for I don't know how long. Peter sat with Clarisse on the floor in the corner while Storm and Jean went to help Scott and Jubilee finish the mission.

I wasn't thinking, or feeling. I was just holding her.

I suddenly felt a warm hand on my cheek. I took a moment to respond, lowering Evelyn's head from my neck so I could see her face. Her dark chocolate eyes gazed back at me, brows knitted in confusion. I felt my jaw slowly fall in shock as she tilted her head to the side with a thoughtful expression, running her fingers across the scars dotting my face.

"Kurt?" she asked, her voice sweet as honey flowed through my veins, slowly releasing the tension from my muscles. I heard shuffling and talking as everybody gathered around us but it was all white noise to me. The way her eyes were darting back and forth, without any contact lenses... The cure had worked. She could see me.

"You look-" Evelyn started, but I already knew what she was going to say.

"Like a demon? A freak? A monster." I finished her sentence, knowing the phrases all too well.

Her tired eyes stared back at mine as her lips formed a smile and she let out a small giggle.

"No silly," she laughed. "You're beautiful, like the night sky."

When I woke, the world around me felt dead. I couldn't feel it's emotion and the air no longer whispered stories to me of where it had explored. My clothes didn't feel happy against my skin, everything felt empty. But I felt warm, sheltered against someones chest I could hear the soft hum of them breathing.

Slowly I fluttered my eyelids open and reached my hand up to touch whoever was holding me. I then felt myself being lowered and I stared up, my eyes meeting the sight I had been longing to see ever since I had become blind;

A deep blue midnight with piercing caramel stars.

I marvelled for a moment at the colours that met my disoriented eyes, colours I'd been deprived of for so long. But as my blurred vision began to focus I realised what I was staring at was not in fact a midnight sky, but rather something a lot better.

The curving scars on his skin stood out like the shadow of the milky way, and his eyes looked down at me like two amber suns. His skin was a dark blue, yet it glistened as a few stray rays of sun hit it. He was unlike anything I'd seen before, yet I knew the face too well.

"Kurt?" I heard myself ask.

He didn't answer, instead he just stared back in shock.

"You look-" I tried but he cut me off, finishing my sentence himself with gross insults fit for no one. This explained everything, yet at the same time nothing. He was gorgeous but I know now why he felt as though he was different from everyone else. I felt a small smile appear on my face as I realised the sight I had been looking so desperately and long to the sky to see had been in front of me the entire time.

"No silly," I giggled. "You're beautiful, like the night sky."

Kurt stared back, his eyes wider now and voids of emotion. I glanced down slightly from his face to his chest to see a bright cherry red jacket sitting loosely on his frame. I let out a louder chuckle, tears brimming in my eyes as I fondly replayed the memory of when I had given it to him.

He had hated it, I could tell he had, yet here he was moments after saving my life with it's collar popped up around his neck.

I gave it a light poke, playfully adding, "I told you it suited you."