Synopsis: Kurt becomes friends with a strange, young woman. But how long can he hide his true appearance from her? Jean and Scott prepare for their wedding.

Rating: PG-13. Language.

Disclaimer: Kurt, Professor Xavier and all things X-Men belong to Marvel Comics. The movie was made by 20th Century Fox, so they deserve some credit to. Basically, I don't own 'em, never claimed to either.

Author's Notes: Thanks to the many people who helped me on this story. First of all, Pablo, the most wonderful beta-reader ever (who also speaks German). Secondly, Lenni and Fre who helped with Shauna. Third, everyone in #subcafe who put up with my ramblings.

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"This is IMPORTANT, Scott!" Dr. Jean Grey snapped, throwing down her pen. Green eyes flashed with anger. If it wasn't for the diamond ring on her finger, Scott Summers would have thought she would really kill him. "Our wedding is a week away and you seem more interested in ambushing Logan!"

Scott sighed, slumping down in his chair. "Well, he didn't steal your motorcycle AGAIN."

Shaking her head, Jean returned to her list. Though the wedding was not going to be big, they wanted it to be perfect. The whole school was buzzing about it. Jean and Scott had been dating since they were students. Now, as teachers, they were ready to commit to each other legally.

"Ororo's dress should be done on Monday, I'll go pick it up when I go for my final fitting," Jean scanned the list. "Kaela is going to give a list of the proceedings to Father Riley when she goes to Mass."

"Did we ever find a DJ?" Leaning over, Scott glanced at Jean's scribblings.

Jean pulled the pages away. "Father Riley's niece does it professionally. She also has no problems with...."

"The best man being a huge blue guy?" Scott wrapped his arms around Jean's neck, pulling her close. "When is Hank coming in?"

"Monday."

There was a knock on the door. It opened and Dr. Michaela St Matthews poked her head in. "I'm going over to the church. You wanted me to give that list to Father Riley?"

Smiling broadly, Jean searched her pile of papers. "That would be great. Let me just find it..... A HA!" she held it aloft. "I don't think there will be a problem with this."

Michaela took the paper. She then looked at Scott. "I noticed Logan 'borrowed' your bike again. Should I light a candle for him?"

Glaring at the laughing women, Scott grit his teeth. "Yes."

***

Kurt Wagner stared into his mirror, his yellow eyes showing no emotion.

He had been at Xavier's school about a month now, but still, he felt no rest in his heart.

Being around others of his kind-- other mutants-- *did* make him feel a bit better. However, this did no change his obvious difference.

Most of Xavier's students could walk the streets without anyone knowing they were mutants. Kurt didn't have that luxury. His body was covered in fine indigo fur. Where he should have had five fingers, he had three blunt digits. His feet were elongated, bearing but two toes. His ears came to a point. To top it off, he had a three-foot-long tail.

He looked like elf; no, a demon. Unlike all the other mutants here, he had never known "normal". He had been born with this appearance.

In his days with the circus, he was accepted. He was only accepted since most thought his appearance was a costume. If they had known the truth, he would have been hunted.

If Kurt ever wished to venture outside, he wore of hood. If anyone saw his hands or glowing eyes, he heard the cries of, "My God, what is that thing?".

Why couldn't people get passed his appearance? Could they not see his soul?

Of course they couldn't. Eyes are the windows to the soul. All Kurt had were unfocused yellow pools where pupils should have been.

Running his hand over his wristwatch, Kurt remembered the gift Professor Xavier had given him. It was an image inducer. With this on, he could walk the streets and appear normal.

Normal.... Such a subjective term.

Thousands of miles from his homeland, his appearance wasn't all that made Kurt feel lost. When Americans heard his accent, thoughts of Nazis sprang to mind.

Kurt needed some rest, not physical, but spiritual. Closing his eyes, he envisioned the foyer of the school. In a puff of smoke, Kurt disappeared, leaving the faint smell of brimstone behind.

He reappeared near the doorway of the school. Teleportation was such a handy power. Dr. St Matthews was just putting her cape on when she caught the foul odor. She turned around, jumping slightly as Kurt was right behind her. "I really hate it when you do that, Kurt."

"I am sorry, Doctor." He bowed his head slightly. "Are you going to church?"

Smiling, the winged mutant nodded. "As usual. Would you like to come with me?"

"I would like that very much."

***

Logan grunted as he kicked back another beer; his sixth of the night. His senses had not dulled at all, thanks to his healing factor. Or maybe it was because he already felt numb.

The bar was almost empty, only a few random drunks still hung around. Logan was glad. He didn't want to socialize. The few people who were in there knew better than to bother him. An air of contempt surrounded Logan, much like his cigar smoke. To approach him tonight was to dance with the death.

Logan pushed the disk which laid next to his empty glass. Anger boiled within him. For seven long month he had been working to decode this damn disk. It held secrets about his past. However, it was coded; locked away from him. Everything he had forgotten about his life-- Everything that was taken-- was trapped within it.

His visit to Northwest Canada had brought nothing but pain: pain and that damned disk. The information inside probably contained nothing but more pain.

No, something good had come from his trip. He had met Dr. Mika. While she could be a spoiled, pretentious bitch, Logan did enjoy her company. She was the only staff member at Xavier's who enjoyed a good drink with him.... though she usually stuck to sherry or brandy.

He would have asked her to come drinking with him, but Saturday nights she always went to church. She had asked him to go with her. For the span of their friendship, every Saturday Mika asked him to go to church. Every Saturday he turned her down. He did not belong in a church. If the God Mika spoke of existed, Logan would not have so much pain.

Logan did not want to be at the school right now. Everyone was talking about Scott and Jean's wedding. "What are you wearing to the wedding?" "Don't Scott and Jean make the cutest couple?". It was all bullshit. Logan wasn't even sure he was going to attend the ceremony.

Jealousy was petty. But who said petty was a bad thing?

Logan glanced up at the bartender. "Get me another beer."

***

Kurt kept his eyes shut as he listened to Father Riley. The priest's voice was full of authority, accented with a light Irish accent. He didn't really listen to what the priest was saying. Instead, he repeated his daily prayer silently.

God, make me normal. God, make me normal.

"Michaela, it is good to see you," Father Riley said. Kurt's eyes opened. The service had ended. "Who is your young friend?"

"You have met Kurt Wagner before, Father." Michaela replied.

"I did not recognize Herr Wagner. Guten Tag." That was the only German Father Riley knew.

Kurt nodded. "Guten Tag, Father Riley. It is good to see you."

"I would say the same if I could see you."

Kurt touched his skin; no, fur. It only looked like skin. "The last time I was here, I had an uncomfortable experience with a fairly conservative woman."

Glancing around, Father Riley nodded. "I believe you are safe right now. Not many attend church on Saturdays."

Kurt eyed the few people in the church. Many he recognized. It was not like the presence of mutants at Xavier's was a complete secret. Most of the people at the church were fully aware.

He then laid eyes on a young woman kneeling on the altar. At first, he thought she was praying. Her coal black hair was swayed as she scraped wax off the altar.

"She's not one to judge," Michaela whispered.

"She's not?"

Father Riley smiled as Kurt's eyes lit up. "You haven't met my niece?"

"Excuse me." Getting up, Kurt slowly walked to the altar. Father Riley's niece turned, looking at Kurt. Her eyes were sparkling green.

"Hard work, gnaedige Frau?" Kurt asked.

Her lips parted in a smile. "If you didn't do it for God, who would you do it for?"

Huh? That wasn't the response Kurt had expect.

"It's a line from a movie."

"Ah. I am not familiar with that quote." He crouched on the floor. "I am Kurt Wagner."

She held out her hand. "Shauna Riley. Nice to meet you."

Staring at the hand, Kurt was very tempted to take it. But then she would feel his fur... And lack of fingers.

Yes, Father Riley said she would understand. Did he want to take the chance? Kurt shoved his hands in his pockets. "Do you help your uncle a lot?"

Shauna went back to scraping. "Only when I'm in trouble."

"What did you do?"

She laughed. "I played 'Hey Jude' on the organ. Got the people waiting for confession to join in on the chorus."

Kurt cracked a smile. "Why 'Hey Jude'?"

Shrugging, Shauna laughed. "It's the only song I know on the organ. I play bass."

"Bass players are nice."

Shauna shook her head. "Naw, I'm not a bass player. That would be implying that I'm good. Paul McCartney, John Entwistle.... Those are bass players. I fool around and pretend I'm good."

"You are a Beatles fan?"

"I'm a fan of a lot of music. I have a passion for the entertainment industry. But The Beatles are one of my favourite groups."

"My foster mother had several tapes of the Beatles. I would listen to them at night, with Jimaine." Kurt felt a pang in his heart. He had tried not to think of Jimaine since leaving the circus.

"Jimaine?"

What was Jimaine to him? Margali's daughter, technically his foster sister. Yet, Kurt only thought of her as the love of his life. Now she was thousands of miles away. Kurt got up. "I should go. I need to confess."

"Come on," Shauna jumped up. "How about we sing 'Hey Jude' first?"

"I don't think that's a good idea." He saw her lips part in a grin, showing off pearly, white teeth. "You have the sweetest smile." Did he say that outloud?

"Danke sehr, Herr Wagner."

At first, Kurt was surprised. "Sprechen sie Deutsch?"

"Ja, ein bisschen."

"Where did you learn German?"

"School. And 'Cabaret'."

Kurt smiled. "It is nice to know I will not have to abandon my mother tongue completely."

"I'm quite interested in your tongue."

Kurt blinked. He blinked again.

"Your mother tongue! German!" Shauna's cheeks turned beet red. "The language. I love foreign languages."

Trying to regain his composure, Kurt asked, "is German the only the language you know?"

"Naw. I also know Gaelic. I'm learning French."

"I'm impressed."

Shauna twirled a lock of hair around her finger. "It's not much. I'm going to learn as many languages as I can. Figured I can be an interpreter.... Or an international spy."

"You would make the prettiest international spy I've ever seen." Kurt replied.

"Well thank you. I'll keep that in mind in case I need to seduce you for information." she made a 'Charlie's Angels' pose.

"Shea!" Father Riley interrupted. "Your punishment was to clean the altar, not to make time with Kurt."

"Can't I do both?" Shauna turned to Kurt. "Guess I should get back to work."

"It was nice meeting you, Miss Riley."

"My friends call me Shea." Shauna reached into her pocket, holding out a card. "Call me. We can talk."

Accepting the card, Kurt scanned it. She was a disc jockey. "Maybe we can get together sometime."

"I'd like that." She winked, returning to her work.

Slipping the card into his pocket, Kurt walked back over to Michaela. Shauna was beautiful, and funny. He was going to have fun getting to know her.

But why did he had this sinking feeling in his stomach?

****

"You like her," It was a statement, pure and simple. Michaela and Kurt had just left the church when she spoke.

"Like who, Dr. St Matthews?"

Rolling her eyes, Michaela let out a laugh. "The Virgin Mary. Who do you think? Shauna Riley, elf."

Kurt felt the blush in his cheeks. For once he was thankful for the coat of blue fur which hid his skin. "She's nice and pretty."

"And horribly single," Michaela added.

"I just met her, Dr. St Matthews."

Michaela was about to respond when a motorcycle whirled past them. Mud splattered on her cape and the force whirled her into Kurt's arms.

"Are you okay, Doctor?"

She was seething. "If that was who I think it was..... He's dead."

******

Putting down her scrapper, Shauna sighed in relief. "All done, Uncle Frank."

Francis turned to his niece. "You did a wonderful job, Shea. Now, what did you learn?"

"That if I don't want to get into trouble, I should learn 'Whiter Shade of Pale'?"

Shaking his head, Francis laughed. "Sometimes I don't know what to do with you."

"Laugh and send me on my way." she replied with authority.

Francis ruffled Shauna's hair. "You're a great kid, Shauna Lynn."

"So I can go home? I need to get my albums ready for the Thorkelson party."

"Go ahead. Just don't forget to take your medication when you get home."

Shauna grabbed her jacket. "Yeah, yeah... I won't forget."

"Oh? Shea?"

She turned back, Francis folded his hands. "You seemed rather interested in Kurt Wagner today."

"He seems nice."

"Well, as long as that's it...."

Shauna furrowed her brow. "What does that mean?"

"It means that getting involved with Kurt could be dangerous."

Smiling, Shauna sauntered to the door. "Better be careful, Uncle Frank. You might make me want to date him."

****

Kurt collapsed on his bed, sighing deeply. The sinking feeling hadn't gone away yet.

His roommates were sitting on opposite sides of the room. Remy LeBeau was grinning, almost leering. He was acting smug. Bobby Drake was scowling, almost pouting.

"Is something wrong?" Kurt asked.

With a wink, Remy replied, "Not a t'ing."

A growl escaped Bobby's lips. "Damn Cajun sonofa..."

"Jealous, jealous. Eh Rober'?"

Kurt let out another deep sigh. His roommates were always fighting. They both had crushes on the beautiful, completely unattainable, Rogue. While Rogue and Bobby were good friends, she had no interest in him romantically. On the other hand, Rogue was totally interested in Remy. Other than Logan, Remy was the most sought after man at the school.

It was a moot point. Rogue wasn't able to make physical contact with anyone. Remy kissed her once and gone into a short coma. The handicap did nothing to dull the rivalry. To soothe the fires of contempt, Xavier had Remy and Bobby room together. This arrangement made them fight more and frustrated the hell out of Kurt.

"What happened?" Kurt asked.

"Rogue and I went to a concert." Remy's grin grew larger.

"I could've asked her!" Bobby insisted.

"And she would've said no!" Remy retorted.

Putting his hands on his ears, Kurt tried to block out the squabbling. "Meine freunde! Bitte! Neither of you have a chance with Rogue!"

Remy and Bobby went silent. After a long moment, they demanded, "And why not?!?!?"

"One, she can't touch anyone. Two, she still has a crush on Logan! Now be quiet. Some of us have REAL problems."

Rolling his eyes, Bobby seemed uninterested. "And what problems could our elf have that are SOOOO important?"

"A girl gave me her phone number."

Remy stared at his fuzzy roommate. "Dis be a problem?"

"Do you think she would accept THIS?" Lowering his head, Kurt held out his hands.

"C'mon Kurt," Bobby sat on the bed next to Kurt. His argument with Remy was all but forgotten. "You gotta give the chick more credit. If she likes you, maybe she won't care. If she does, she wasn't worth it in the first place."

"That's not all," Kurt whispered. "Jimaine...."

"Oh." Many nights Remy and Bobby had heard of Kurt's great love in Germany.

"We were not together, but how can I see another woman, feeling the way I do about her?"

"Just be friends with her," Bobby said. "No one says you have to jump a girl as soon as she gives you her number."

"Non!" Remy cried. "You be single, she be single! Go for it!"

"You insensitive...." Bobby started.

"If he's friends with her, she'll find someone she likes more!" Remy taunted. Bobby launched into a tirade about how Rogue had not been ready for romance.

Kurt groaned, covering his face. "Forget I even mentioned it."

****

Logan pushed open the door to the kitchen. He could hear scratching. It was the sound of pen to paper. To a normal ear, it would have been unnoticeable, but with his enhanced hearing, Logan could hear the noise down the hall.

The light was on, a glow bathing the room. Michaela was sitting at the table, writing in her notebook. A pile of files laid next to her.

"Workin' on yer book?"

A yawn escaped Michaela's lips. "Yeah."

"Who's case ya workin' on?"

Without halting her pen, Michaela held up the file. In her meticulous handwriting it bore the name 'Rogue'.

"The kid interestin' psychological fodder fer ya, eh?"

Michaela snapped the file shut before Logan could read it. "She's the most fascinating case I have." Finally, she lifted her head. "Other than you."

"I told ya, I ain't no case. And I don't wanna be in yer book."

Capping her pen, Michaela let out an exasperated sigh. "Why not? A book on mutant psychology could make us look more human to society."

Logan pulled out a chair, casually sprawling. "Nothin' is ever gonna make us look human to them, Darlin'."

"That's a pretty cynical way to look at things."

"No. it's honest. Fear is always gonna turn inta hate. And no matter how much they know 'bout us, humans are gonna fear us."

"Humans? We *are* humans. Why do you feel we're not?"

The corners of Logan's mouth quirked up. "Yer off the clock, Mika. Don't bother analyzin' me."

"It's my job," Michaela protested. "I can't help it."

"I'll make ya a deal." Logan said. "I'll let ya use me in yer book if...."

Chewing on her lip, Michaela searched Logan's eyes. "If what?"

His voice was low and husky. "If ya kiss me."

"Kiss you?" A laugh escaped her. "You can't be serious!"

"I'm dead serious. Kiss me, and ya can use my 'case'."

"But.... why?"

"'Cause I don't think you'll do it." Logan licked his lips. "And yer a hot little number."

Michaela went back to her writing. "You've been drinking tonight."

"Yeah. I drink most nights." Taking her hand, Logan moved closer to Michaela. "C'mon. I thought ya wanted to use me in your book."

"Fine." Wetting her suddenly dry lips, Michaela leaned forward. Her lips pressed to Logan's.

The floodgates of emotions opened. The empathic mutant could feel everything within Logan. His love, hate, the animalistic fire.

After a long moment, Michaela pulled back. "No one's ever...."

"I know," Logan huskily whispered. "Not many guys kiss like me."

Michaela pulled away, going right back to her writing. "I'll have you sign the forms tomorrow."

"Oh, c'mon Mika..." Logan teased, stroking her wings casually. "Don't ya wanna screw me now?"

"WHAT?!"

"I know ya want it." He could feel Michaela tense. Getting a rise out of her was too easy. He almost felt guilty. Almost.

"Get out!" Michaela cried, pushing Logan away from her.

"Oh, ya so want to jump me."

Picking up a file, Michaela threw it at Logan. Papers fluttered everywhere.

Logan opened the door. "If ya ever want ta use me again, ya know where I am." He smiled wolfishly. "For research, I mean."

Michaela narrowed her gaze. "I will never 'use' you. Being used as a replacement for Jean is not my idea of a good time."

"That ain't funny, Michaela."

"It wasn't supposed to be."

****

A day is long enough to wait, isn't it? Kurt thought. I don't want to seem desperate. Because I'm not. Shauna is just a girl I want to get to know. I mean, she's nice. But... Well, she's not Jimaine.

Monday, after class, Kurt stared at the card Shauna had handed him. He wanted to call her. Just to talk, maybe see if she wanted to hang out.

Turning his attention to the phone, he stared at the phone.

Okay, now time to put them together.

His hand trembled as he picked up the receiver. He stared at the keypad.

"Ya know, ya have to press the buttons to make it work, Elf."

Kurt turned, Logan was behind him, a look of amusement on his face. "I'm trying to talk myself into calling."

Logan glanced at the business card. "Ya need a DJ?"

"No. Just this one."

Logan chuckled. "Whaddaya know? Our little blue boy is in heat."

"Ha ha. Can I make my phone call?"

"It's a free country." Logan sauntered away.

Taking a deep breathing, Kurt began to dial. Panic filled him as the phone started ringing.

"Yeah?" It was her!

"Hello Shauna. I don't know if you remember me...."

"Of course I remember you. You're Fritz."

Kurt's heart sank. "No. I'm--"

"Kurt Wagner. I was kidding. What? You think I give my number to every cute German guy I meet?"

There was silence on Kurt's end.

"Hey Wagner, you still there?"

"Cute?"

"You sound surprised."

"I am."

"You have the nicest brown eyes I've ever seen." Kurt's heart sank at that comment. Those eyes were compliments of Stark Industries.

"Do you.... Ummm.... Want to do something tonight?"

"I can't tonight. I'm DJing a party."

"That's okay. I didn't think you would want to go out anyway."

"Hey, I do. You wanna come with me?"

"Oh.... I would love to."

"Okay. I'll pick you up at six thirty. You live at Xavier's, right?"

"Yes."

"It's a date then."

Kurt hung up. "It's a date...."

****

Picking up his luggage, a lone traveler made his way around JFK airport. He wore a trenchcoat and hat, masking his face. His name was Dr. Henry McCoy.

Ah, to be back in America. He had been in Scotland, doing genetic research with Dr. Moira MacTaggart. Now, he was returning to his Alma Matter to witness the wedding of two of his best friends.

As he was walking, Henry heard a sniffling behind one of the potted plants. His curiosity piqued, he glanced behind it.

There was a little girl, her hair in pigtails. She was crying softly.

"May I help you?" Henry asked softly.

The little girl looked up, unfazed by his frightening appearance. "Mommy."

"Are you lost?"

Large tears ran down her cheeks as she nodded.

Henry held out his hand to her. "I will help you find your mother. What is your name?"

Hesitantly, she took Henry's hand. "Ruby Abigail Smith."

Smiling down at her, Henry felt a wash of joy as she took his hand. This child was so innocent, not afraid of his odd appearance. "My name is Henry McCoy."

Henry took Ruby to the ticket counter. The woman manning the counter froze as Henry approach. "May... may I help you?"

"Yes, Madame. This is Ruby Abigail Smith. She is lost. Would you assist me in finding her mother?"

The woman looked at Ruby. "What is your mom's name?"

Tugging on Henry's sleeve, Ruby beckoned him down to her level. He knelt down beside her. Ruby whispered into his ear.

"Ruby has told me her mommy's name is Karen."

The ticket woman took the PA. "Will Karen Smith come to the ticket counter immediately. Karen Smith."

Henry stayed down at Ruby's level. "Your mommy will be here in a few minutes, Ruby. Are you going on a trip with her?"

Ruby nodded.

"Where are you going?"

"Gramma's house."

"Where is Gramma's house?"

"Mommy said it's 'cross the pond."

Henry was about to reply when a frazzled young woman ran up to the counter. "What is it?" The woman snapped. "I have a lost child to find!"

"Someone has already found her," Henry calmly replied.

Ruby's eyes brightened. "Mommy!" she embraced her mother.

Hugging her child tightly, Karen scooped Ruby up. "Thank--" she looked up at Henry and was stopped cold.

"Dr. Henry McCoy." he said, holding out his hand.

Karen stared. "Uhh...."

"You have a charming little girl."

Finally Karen spoke. "Thank you, Dr. McCoy. I hope Ruby wasn't too much trouble."

"None at all."

Henry smiled at Ruby. "Now don't wander away from your mommy again, Ruby."

"'kay, Henry!" she giggled. "Bye!"

As Ruby and Karen left, Henry hoped that little girl stayed that sweet, remembering that furry blue man helped her at the airport.

******

A blue van idled outside of Xavier's School. Ororo, who had been tending to her garden, noticed. She went to the door of the van. Inside was a young woman, her head on the steering wheel. She was muttering to herself.

"Be cool.... It's not a date.... He's just helping with...."

"Are you all right?" Ororo asked.

The woman raised her head. "Fine. Just trying to work up the courage to go up to the door."

"Are you looking for someone?"

She girl nodded, a slight blush creeping into her pale cheeks. "I'm Shauna Riley. Kurt Wagner and I have a da... We're hanging out tonight."

Ororo smiled. She was quite fond of Nightcrawler. She had recruited him. "It is nice to meet you. I will show you inside."

Shauna stepped out of the van. "I didn't catch you name."

"I'm Ororo Munroe. I am one of Kurt's teachers."

Shaking Ororo's hand, Shauna leaned against the van. "Listen, can you tell me about Kurt?"

"That depends on what you want to know."

Shauna shrugged. "Just the basics.... What is he like? What are his interests? Is he a psychopath?"

Ororo laughed. "Kurt is definitely not a psychopath. He's one of the kindest souls I have ever met. He's loyal to a fault. He loves movies. There have been many times when we have had to drag him to bed when he's having an all-night movie marathon."

The young woman's lips parted in a grin. Obviously, Ororo had piqued her interest in Kurt a little. "I should get him."

Ororo nodded. "There's an idea."

Walking towards the mansion, Shauna called back. "It was nice meeting you, Ms Munroe."

****

Kurt stared in the mirror. With his image inducer on, he almost looked normal. His ears were a little pointed, but his hair covered that up.

Would I have been a brunet had I been born normal? Kurt asked himself.

He turned when he heard a low whistle. Remy was standing in the doorway. "Gambit t'inks your femme be here. If dat be her..... You be a lucky man."

"Shauna's here?"

"If she be de brunette with de legs up to her neck. Oui."

Jumping up, Kurt smoothed his shirt. "Do I look all right?"

Remy gave him the once over. "Considering what you had to work with."

Shooting Remy a dirty look, Kurt headed for the door.

****

Kurt ran down the hall, nearly barreling down Kitty.

"Hey! Watch it, Fuzzy!" she said, picking her books off the floor. Jubilee assisted her.

"Sorry Kaetzchen!" he called back.

"Just let it go, Kitty," Jubilee said. "He's a man possessed."

"Possessed by what?"

Jubilee placed the books in Kitty's arms. "Hormones. Rogue said Remy said that he overheard Kurt making a date with Shauna Riley."

"Shauna from the youth group?" Kitty looked shocked. "Completely HUMAN Shauna?"

Jubilee laughed. "Completely human is going a little far. I mean, she's bizarre."

"Still. She's not a mutant."

Shrugging, Jubilee sighed. "It's up to him whether he wants to chase the norms. Wanna go to the rec room?"

Kitty shook her head. "Sorry. I promised Logan I'd help him with that disk of his."

"You still haven't decoded it? Kitty, I'm disappointed."

"Give me a break, Jubes! It's government issue! I'll get it eventually."

Smirking, Jubilee giggled. "I think you're taking so long just so you can be around Logan."

"Yeah right," Kitty snorted.

"The man is a babe!"

"And a psycho." Blushing, Kitty added. "And completely in love with Dr. Grey."

"I hear he's moved on to Dr. St Matthews."

Kitty shrugged. "I think it depends on the time of day. Listen, I'll see you later."

Jubilee sighed as Kitty left. What was she supposed to do now? She spotted Bobby leaning over the bannister.

"What's up, Bobby?"

He glanced over. "Hey Jubes." Immediately, he turned back to the foyer.

Kurt was below, idly chatting with Shauna Riley. "Bobby Drake, you're SPYING!"

"I'm observing. Gotta give the Elf credit, Shauna is hot. Not my type, mind you...."

"She turned you down?"

Bobby shook his head. "Her response was colder than..."

"You?"

"Be quiet, kid." Sighing deeply, he leaned against the bannister. "Is there something completely undateable about me?"

"I wouldn't say that," Jubilee said. "Annoying, maybe. Not undateable."

"It's true. What do Remy, Piotr and Kurt have that I don't?"

"Cajun accent, steely muscles and... Ummmm... A three-foot, prehensile tail?"

Bobby rolled his eyes. "Thanks, Jubes. You're a lot of help."

****

Kurt got into the passenger's seat of Shauna's van. "What kind of party is this?"

Shauna pulled out of the driveway. "Roger and Jessica Thorkelson's 30th wedding anniversary."

"What kind of music are you playing?"

Reaching over, Shauna opened the glove compartment. She handed Kurt a list. "They asked me to play the same lineup as they had at their wedding."

"That's romantic." Kurt glanced at the list. "These aren't bad songs. What do you do when people want you to play boring songs?"

"I play boring songs and try not to fall asleep." Shauna laughed. "I'm glad you came with."

"Well, I'm very glad you asked."

There was an uncomfortable pause. Both Kurt and Shauna shifted awkwardly in their seats. "So.... Ummm.... What are you doing going to school in America? Are you a foreign exchange student?"

"Something like that."

"What did you do before coming to school at Xavier's?"

"I was in the circus."

Shauna looked over at him, eyes sparkling. "You mean like Ringling Brothers?"

"On a smaller scale, but yes."

"Cool." Reaching into the glove compartment, Shauna pulled out a package of licorice. "Want a piece?"

Kurt accepted one of the long red candies. Instead of eating it, he twisted it in his hands. He watched Shauna, who held a licorice between her lips, most of it hanging out of her mouth. "Attractive, Fraulein."

Shauna looked at him, wrinkling her nose. Her tongue darted out, pulling the licorice into her mouth. "Did I ever say I was trying to attract you?"

Her mouth was full and Kurt could barely understand her. "You're incredibly bizarre, Shea."

Shauna preened. "It's part of my charm. So, ummm.... What did you do in the circus? Let me guess.... Strongman. No, you're not beefy enough. Fire-eater? No, I don't think you're that crazy. I've got it! You were one of the clowns who fell out of that little, tiny car."

"I was an acrobat." Kurt chewed on his licorice. "You know, on the trapeze."

Shauna hitting the steering wheel, shrieking. "I KNEW there was a reason I liked you!" she laughed. "I think acrobats are really hot."

"R-R-Really?" Kurt couldn't seem to find a breath. "Any reason for that?"

"Do I really need one?"

"I guess it doesn't matter. As long as--"

"--As long as I'm hot for you?"

Kurt smiled. "It's a trait I like in a woman."

Shauna pulled into a parking lot. She grinned as she got out. "I hate to break it to you....." They met at the back of the van. She folded her arms over her chest. "It's gonna take more than some fancy flips to get me to throw myself at you."

Kurt's lips parted in a wicked grin. "I'm also a contortionist."

Letting out a shriek, Shauna threw her arms around his shoulders. "Be my love monkey, Wagner."

"It takes more than throwing yourself at me to turn my head," Kurt teased. His heart was racing. If Shauna got any closer, she would feel his fuzz. "We should bring in the equipment, Ja?"

Shauna pulled away. "You're right. Help me?"

"It would be an honour, dear lady."

Picking up a crate, she let out an unladylike grunt. "And they say chivalry is dead."

****

"C'min Pryde," Logan grunted. He stared helplessly at the computer screen.

Kitty set her books down. "Hey. Any luck?"

"Naw. It's still just a bunch of binary bullshit."

Gently, Kitty took the computer away. "Let me try."

"Ya think I can't do it?"

"No, I think the Professor can't afford to buy any more new computers."

Shrugging, Logan grunted again. "So I get a little frustrated."

Kitty started typing away. "I'm going to try a backdoor decryption code. You can take off. I'll call you went I get it."

Logan stayed put. "If ya get it, I wanna be right here."

Biting her lip, Kitty stared at the screen. She glanced up every once and while. Logan just sat there, staring at her. She nearly jumped when he spoke.

"I scare ya, don't I?"

"Scare is a strong word." Kitty hunched over. "You make me nervous."

"I don't see why...."

"You DID stab one of my best friends through the chest."

Logan rolled his eyes. "I'm never going to live that down, am I? What the hell was Rogue doin' in my room anyway?"

"You were having a nightmare and she was worried." Kitty shrugged. "Not to mention Rogue's completely in love with you."

"That's another thing I'm sick of. Yeah, the kid used to have a crush on me. If you haven't noticed, for the past month she's been hangin' off Gumbo."

"You're kind of testy." Kitty muttered. "Almost jealous."

Logan jumped up. He unsheathed his claws. "What the hell did you say?"

Kitty phased through the bed, hiding under the bed. "NOTHING!"

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?"

"Maybe you're a little jealous."

"Get out!"

Kitty crawled out from under the bed. "But the disk."

"OUT!"

"I'm sorry, Logan." Kitty ran out the door, phasing through the solid oak.

Logan hurled the computer at the door as she left.

****

Gentle music wafted into the ballroom. Roger and Jessica Thorkelson danced closely, engrossed in their own little world.

On the stage, Shauna was pulling another vinyl album from it cardboard case. Kurt lifted the needle on the turn table. "Give me the album, I'll put it on."

Narrowing her gaze, Shauna gave him the evil eye. "No."

"But Shea--"

"I'm the DJ."

"It's not that hard!" Kurt exclaimed, gesturing at the turn table. "You put the record on the second turntable, wait for the first one to end then flip the switch!"

Shauna tried to contain her annoyance. "Thank you, Wagner. Now I don't need to go to my mother to hear my work belittled."

"I'm sorry...."

She shook her head. "I know you didn't mean anything by it."

If it was any other person, Shauna probably would have scratched his number from her memory banks. But there was something about Kurt.... His deep brown eyes made her heart race. Man, she was falling HARD.

Of course, there was that pit in her stomach that gnawed at her. Kurt seemed distant. Well, they had just met. Maybe he was intimated by her overbearing personality.

Or it could be that Jimaine he mentioned. It stuck out in Shauna's mind. The way he had said her name. Probably an ex-girlfriend. Or maybe, a current girlfriend.

Maybe it was the common thread all of Xavier's students had that made him so uneasy.

****

"Well, well, well... If it isn't Dr. McCoy!" Scott hugged his furry friend. "How are you doing?"

"Very well, Scott. It is so good to see you." Hank clapped his friend on the back. "You must tell me everything that has been going on. I would especially like a detailed account on your adventure against the Brotherhood."

"We'll have plenty of time for that, Hank."

"Moira sends her congratulations."

Henry and Scott went into the kitchen. Scott pulled two beers from the refrigerator. Henry took a long swig of his. "Oh, someone else send their best regards."

"Who?"

"Warren."

His head jerking up, Scott looked surprised. "Worthington?"

"He stopped by on his way to Paris. He had the most delightful woman with him. Betsy something."

"Filling the role of millionaire playboy, eh?"

"Definitely. She was gorgeous." Henry smiled. "I got a letter from Jean. She says you have a new angel around here.... Someone a bit more pleasing to look at then Warren."

"Ah, Michaela. Beautiful blonde." Scott laughed. "Don't even think about it, Hank. I think she and Wolverine...."

"Wolverine? Jean mentioned him as well."

"What did she say?" Jealousy ran rampant through Scott's question.

Henry sighed. "If you believe he's with Michaela, why are you worried?"

"Who says I'm worried?"

"You did."

Scott rolled his eyes. "Oh, it was in my voice, right?"

"Damn right it was! Why are you worried, Scott? You and Jean are getting married in less than a week. And you said it yourself you think Wolverine is involved with your new therapist."

"He bothers me, Hank. He has no regard for authority. He's a complete rebel...."

"No wonder Jean is attracted to him."

"HANK!"

Henry laughed. "She may flirt with him, Scott, but she comes home to you. I don't know much about this war that has been going on between you and Wolverine.... But it's pointless."

"Oh, five minutes back in the States and you have all the answers, right?"

"Scott, listen to me.... In four days, Jean is marrying you. Forgive my crass analogy, but you won."

Scott laughed. "I'm sure Jean would love to hear she's a prize."

"Never tell her I said that."

****

"Okay Logan, what the hell is wrong with you?!?!" Michaela demanded, slamming the door shut.

Logan jumped off his bed, unsheathing his claws. "Dammit, Mika! Don't you know how to knock?!?!"

"I know you wouldn't have let me in!"

"Yeah. Exactly. You're lucky you don't have my claws embedded in your stomach right now, Darlin'!"

"I'll take my chances. What the hell did you say to Kitty? She's scared out of her mind!"

Logan sat back down on the bed, eyes averted. "She said I'm jealous of the Cajun.'

Michaela sat next to him. "Well, I don't know what possessed her to do that."

"It came out of nowhere!" Logan exclaimed.

Shaking her head, Michaela sighed, "Why would you ever be jealous of Remy?"

"I have no idea!"

"She's right, you know."

Logan snarled. "You have five seconds to explain before I make Shrink-Kabobs."

"You think I mean you want Rogue, don't you?" Letting out a laugh, Michaela shook her head. "No, it's not that easy. Rogue's just your little sister. But you were starting to like Rogue lusting after you. It made you feel good. You were DESIRED. Now, she's too busy being chased by Remy and Bobby to notice you."

"I'm glad the kid has moved on." Logan huffed, his claws sliding back into his hands.

"You want someone to want you." Michaela gently stroked Logan's hand. "Jean's getting married, Rogue's got two guys after her. Hell, even Ororo has been seeing someone. There's no one left who wants you."

Letting out a small groan at the delicate feel of her fingertips, Logan turned to Michaela. "What about you, Darlin'?"

"What about me?"

"Yer a woman, and yer here. Maybe you can...." he snaked an arm around her waist. "Help me feel wanted."

Michaela pulled away. "I'm afraid that's impossible, Logan."

He took in her scent, gently stroking her wings. "And why is that?"

Laughing softly, Michaela brushed her lips against Logan. "I don't think of you that way."

"Why not?"

"Because I *don't* want you!"

He growled as she got up. Michaela sauntered to the door. "That's bullshit!" he snarled.

Michaela turned back. "Excuse me?"

Getting up, Logan pulling her close again. "I can feel the race of yer heartbeat... The change in yer scent.... You want me bad, Michaela."

"We'll work on this during your next session." Michaela whispered, pulling away.

Logan arched an eyebrow. "During a session? Isn't that unprofessional?"

She shook her head, opening the door. "I see nothing wrong with working on how you've become delusional."

******

"That was fun," Kurt commented, shivering slightly in the cool night air. He and Shauna were walking through the park, her van left about half a mile back. "The Thorkelsons seem really in love."

"That reminds me," Shauna reached into her pocket. She pulled out the money she had been paid for the party. She handed Kurt half the wad. "Take it."

Holding up his hands, Kurt refused. "I would never dream of taking that money, Shea."

"Come on, you did half the work. You should get half of the pay."

"Your company was pay enough."

Shauna blushed. "Wagner...."

"Yes, *Riley*?" he teased. "Why do you keep calling me by my last name, anyway?"

"I dunno.... I figured everyone calls you Kurt. You have a nickname?"

"Well...." Kurt looked down. "It's not really a nickname.... But some people call me Nightcrawler."

Shauna clapped a hand over her mouth. Kurt watched as her body shook with contained laughter. "Like the worm?" she managed to gasp between giggles.

Thank God for image inducers. His blush was hidden under fuzz and a computer generated image! "I never thought of it like that. I guess so."

"Nightcrawler, huh?" She thought about it a moment. "I'm gonna keep calling you Wagner."

"I can live with that."

Shauna bounced down the walkway. "So, why did you leave the circus?"

"I was offered a scholarship to Xavier's."

Shaking her head violently, Shauna skipped backwards. "Nope. That's not the reason you left! Obviously a transparent ruse! What happened?"

"Nothing," Kurt whispered.

"Oh, come on...." Shauna stopped. "Let me guess.... You fell off the trapeze, and quit because you're afraid now."

"No."

"That chick Jimaine dumped you and you were so hear--" Shauna trailed off, seeing Kurt's look. "That's it, isn't it? Your girlfriend dumped you."

"No. Jimaine was not really my girlfriend."

"Well, who is she to you?"

"My sister."

"EW!"

"Well, my FOSTER sister!"

"Still, EW!"

"I was in love with her. I never told her...." Kurt sighed.

Shauna tried to grasp this whole concept: she was falling in love with a guy who was in love with his sister. PERFECT! Okay, not BLOOD related. That at least meant he wasn't a sicko.

"Do you still love her?" Shauna asked quietly.

He shrugged. "I have not seen her for a while."

"You either you do or you don't.... It's that simple."

"I guess I do."

It's happy fun time for you, Shauna Lynn Mary Riley, she thought. Just wait. The words 'I want to be friends' is not far behind.

"I don't think a lot about dating," Kurt said. "It has never been one of my top priorities."

"Why not?"

"No one's been interested."

"A cute guy like you? Trouble finding girls?" Shauna smiled. "With those big brown eyes I don't know how."

"It all has to do with the reason I left the circus...." Kurt whispered.

"Not enough cute girls in Germany?"

Coming up to a park bench, Kurt sat down. Shauna sat down next to him. "The circus was bought out. The new owner thought my talents would be put to better use away from the trapeze."

"He wanted you to be one of the clowns in the little car and you rebelled?"

"Be serious for once, Shauna."

Shauna shrugged. "I defuse tense situations by making jokes."

"He wanted me in the freak show."

"Ah...." Shauna nodded. "Because you're a mutant."

"How did you--"

Getting up, Shauna tried to contain laughter. "I don't think there is a person in Salem Center who DOESN'T know Xavier's is a school for mutants."

Kurt tried to comprehend what Shauna had just told him. "Everyone knows? But then-- Why-- Why are we still there?"

"No one CARES!" Shauna fell back onto the park bench. "It's a 'don't say anything and it doesn't exist' thing."

"How long have you known?"

"I dunno," Shauna leaned against Kurt, smiling. "Probably since Dr. St Matthews showed up at the church with her wings out. Uncle Frank told me."

"Why didn't you mention it before?" Kurt was amazed. Shauna KNEW he was a mutant, and she didn't care. Of course, she didn't know of his demonic appearance.

"Well, I thought you might get weird about it. So, what is your power?"

"I teleport."

"Like in Star Trek?"

"Not quite, but close." He stood up. "Want to see?"

Shauna nodded eagerly. Grinning, Kurt took in a deep breath. "Ready?"

"Ready."

In a puff of smoke, Kurt disappeared. Shauna looked around for him. She then felt something tickle her ear. Kurt was behind her.

She found it odd. Kurt put his hand inside his sleeve to tickle her. "Is there something with your hand?"

"That is something I will tell you on another day, Shauna. It's time we got home."

****

Kurt teleported into his room, praying that Xavier hadn't been monitoring him telepathically.

"Have a fun date?"

Jumping slightly, Kurt twisted around to look at Bobby. "Mein Freund, you startled me."

"Well, you startled me first. Don't 'port in here in the middle of the night! Geez! Have a little respect." Bobby sighed. "So how was your date?"

"It wasn't a date."

"Suuuuuure.... You and a good-looking woman stay out until two in the morning and it's not a date."

Shrugging, Kurt got into his pajamas. "She's a friend."

"Oh, come on! She wants to jump you! Don't ask me why, but she does."

"Where did you hear that?"

Bobby grinned. "Rogue and Shauna email each other, and I saw the message from her today."

Kurt's jaw dropped. "Bobby! Why did you break into Rogue's email account?"

"I didn't! She left the email open when I took over the computer terminal!"

"So.... Uh.... What did it say?"

"Something to the effect of: 'Kurt is coming with me on my job. Boy, where were you hiding him? That guy is so fine.' blah blah blah blah.... Basically, Shauna is hooked on you."

The heat started to rise in Kurt's cheeks. "Can we talk about something else?"

"No. I'm tired! I'm going to bed!" Bobby flopped back on his bed, pulling the covers over his face. "Go to sleep, Elf."

Getting under the covers, Kurt snuggled into bed. With a sigh, he fell asleep.

****

Rogue rubbed her eyes, trying to wake herself up. It was still very early. She was having trouble sleeping. In the beds across from her, Kitty and Jubilee still slept blissfully.

After a long, hot shower, Rogue got dressed. She selected a pretty green sweater Jean had helped her pick out. That with jeans, and her long, black gloves made the perfect outfit.

Not many people were up this early. She walked down the halls, trying to keep quiet. Logan was in the weight room. He looked pretty into his exercises, so she decided not to bother him.

Having nothing better to do, Rogue headed to the computer room. Rogue liked the Internet. It was a place where one wasn't judged. Most of the people she had met on the Internet were in support of mutant rights. She had not told any one she herself was a mutant. She was able to create her own identity.

Logging on to her account, Rogue scanned her emails. She got several pieces of spam. Remy and Bobby had sent her six emails a piece. Each one of them had written sappy love letters, subtly bashing the other man. Sighing, she trashed those. She then saw one that caught her eye: 'More news for the gossip mill'. It was from Shauna. She opened it.

//Hey Rogue,

So, I hear that the school is talking about me throwing myself at Wagner. I know, I'm such a slut.

To get the record straight, I didn't throw myself at him. I gently tossed myself at him *g*.

We had fun on our pseudo-date last night. I don't know what it was. It didn't seem like a real date. You were right, he is still hung up on Jimaine. Just my luck, I fall for a guy who is in love with someone else.... His foster sister no less!

Yes, you heard right. I'm falling for him. Like a ton of bricks. I don't even care that he smells like rotten eggs. He was surprised when I knew he was a (I'm not going to use the word, just in case these emails are monitored by the government).

So how are things going with the Cajun and the Ice Cube? Did they send you a million love poems yet? I bet Remy writes good poetry. Probably does it in French. You're a lucky gal, Rogue. Those two boys are crazy about you.

BTW, I'm DJing the Grey/Summers reception. Any idea what I should wear? Will I finally get to meet the mysterious Logan you keep talking about?

See you later,

--Shauna

PS Ask Wagner if he'd like to go out again tonight.//

Rogue immediately wrote back.

//Shauna,

I'm glad you and Kurt had fun last night. He's a great guy. Hopefully, he'll realize that Jimaine is a million miles away and he has a great girl right here. But then, you two only just started going out. Maybe after one or two pseudo-dates he'll start to warm up a little more.

Yes, Bobby and Remy have been annoying the heck out of me. Remy writes HORRIBLE poetry, in both French and English. Both of them try to tell me how they are better than the other one. I really like Remy, but I don't want to hurt Bobby's feelings. Bobby is one of my best friends. Of course, it's a moot point 'cause I can't touch either of them.

You should wear your dark blue dress to Jean and Scott's reception. I am sure Kurt will love it. Dark blue is his favourite colour. I don't know if you'll meet Logan. He seems pretty distant about this whole wedding. Probably because he still has a thing for Jean.

I'll give Kurt the message.

--Rogue//

An idea then struck her. Setting up an email to both Remy and Bobby, she wrote:

//Dear Boys,

You two are annoying the hell out of me. Can you PLEASE stop your petty squabbling. It's bothering me and everyone else within a five mile radius.

Neither of you are EVER going to get anywhere with me. My special gifts have made sure of that. So just BUG OFF.

I'm going to Scott and Jean's wedding alone, so stop asking.//

****

Francis puffed and panted as he ran up the court, dribbling his basketball. When he could get away from the church, he loved to play basketball. He shot for the basket, missing by a quarter of an inch. He sighed, slumping back down.

"You were close," Charles Xavier said.

Francis turned, wiping his sweaty forehead. "Not quite close enough, Charles."

Rolling his wheelchair closer, Charles smiled. "It's been a while since we talked, Francis."

"I've been so busy with the church lately. More people join the parish every day." He twirled the basketball on his finger. "And you never want to shoot hoops with me."

Charles chuckled. "I have never been very good at basketball. You might be able to persuade some of the boys at school to play. Though I cannot guarantee they will not use their powers."

"More's the challenge." With a groan, Francis sat on the ground. "So what's with this visit?"

"Shauna."

Francis nodded. "Ah. And Kurt Wagner, right? You're concerned."

"Did you know they went out on a date last night?"

"I did not know that. But I figured it was coming. Shauna had a look in her eyes when she met him. Like he was the only guy in the world."

Charles folded his hands in his lap. "I am concerned. Kurt is in a precarious stage right now. He is in a new country, away from his family. He is unsure of how normal people will react to his appearance."

"Well, I can tell you now Shauna won't have a problem with it. If anything, she'll find it attractive." Francis sighed. "She's always been into the strange and unusual."

"I also know of Shauna's problems...."

Francis rolled the basketball across the ground. "You think I haven't thought about that? She's just got her life together finally. Now she's head over heels for a guy most of the world wants dead. Both of them are keeping things from each other, and it's not a good way to start a relationship. But maybe they'll tell each other. It's been only one date. It's not like I can stop her from seeing him. She's 19. She lives on her own. She's not my daughter. Can you stop Kurt from seeing her?"

"No. But I believe we should keep an eye on their friendship."

"Well, you know more about this than I do. I'm no good with relationships." Francis grinned. "Why do you think I went into the priesthood?"

Laughing, Charles shook Francis' hand. "It was good to see you again, my friend."

"Stop by any time."

****

Teleporting under the bed, Kurt tried to stay out of the line of fire.

"It's YOUR fault!" Bobby cried, flinging iceballs at Remy. "If it wasn't for you, Rogue would be putty in my hands!"

Remy caught the iceballs, charging them and flinging back. "Before I came, she was in love with LOGAN!"

"You two are insane!" Kurt yelled from under the bed. "So she doesn't want to go to the wedding with either of you.... You two are acting like idiots!"

There was a knock on the door. Rogue came in. Remy and Bobby immediately went on their best behavior. Chunks of ice melted on the floor. Rogue eyed them suspiciously.

"So, Chere.... What brings you here?" A grin spread across Remy's face. "Have you come t' your senses? Are you going t' go t' de wedding with one of us?"

"Kurt?" Rogue said softly. "Ah have a message from Shauna."

Jumping out from under the bed, Kurt crouched on the ground. "Yes?"

"She had a great time last night, and wants ta know if ya wanna go out again tonight."

A grin spread across Kurt's face. "Really? Does she have another party?"

"Ah think she just wants ta hang out with ya."

He gulped. "You mean.... Just me and her.... No other people?"

"She wants you, homme," Gambit said, slapping Kurt on the back.

Bobby grinned. "Go for it! How many other opportunities like this are going to come along?"

Letting out an uncharacteristic growl, Kurt stood up. "Okay, I'm sick of everyone being in my business. Yes, Shauna is interested in me. Yes, I am interested in Shauna. That is between me and her. I am getting quite sick of everyone sticking their noses in my personal affairs!"

Kurt stalked out of the room, leaving the other three slack-jawed.

Remy sat down on the bed. "I t'ink we broke de Elf."

******

Shauna jumped off her couch at the sound of her doorbell. "Coming!!!" she cried. Smoothing down her hair, and checking her outfit one last time, she prepared to opening the door. Taking a deep breath, she slowly opened the door. Kurt was standing there, holding a bouquet of lilies.

"Hey Wagner," she said. "Come in."

He held out the flowers to her. "These are for you."

"Thanks." She accepted the bouquet. "No one's brought me flowers before."

"That's criminal!" Kurt exclaimed, walking into the apartment. "I'll always bring you flowers, Shea."

"That's so sweet." Leaning in, she was going to kiss him on the cheek.

Kurt pulled away before she got the chance. "This is a nice place you have here."

Going into the kitchen, Shauna placed the flowers in water. "Well, it's cheap. I don't need much. Just a little space to call my own."

The walls were decorated with movie posters. "Where did you get all of the posters from?"

"Collected them over the years. I watch way too many movies."

Kurt smiled. "Yet another thing we have in common." That smile grew wider when he set his eyes on a black and white movie poster, featuring a swashbuckler. "You like Errol Flynn?!?!"

Nodding, Shauna went to his side. "Some of his movies. I mean, 'Sea Hawk' really sucked. But 'Captain Blood'.... Are you a fan?"

"I worship him."

"You are winning yourself major points. I think I'm going to like being friends with you." Kurt noticed her cheeks take on a pinkish hue.

"So what do you want to do tonight?"

Shauna sat down on the couch, which was rather ratty-looking. "We could stay in. Watch a movie."

"What one?"

"Star Wars?"

"Perfect." Kurt settled onto the couch next to Shauna. She put the tape into the VCR. When the movie started, they sat on opposite ends of the couch. As it progressed, they got closer together. By Obi-Wan and Vader's fight, Shauna had her head on Kurt's shoulder. He had an arm around her.

"I've always wondered," Kurt whispered. "Why did Obi-Wan call Vader 'Darth'. It's not like it's his first name."

"It probably was when George Lucas first wrote the movie. Whenever Lucas had a better idea, he just said 'oh, no what's-his-name was lying. I mean, remember that kiss Luke and Leia had in 'The Empire Strikes Back'. Do you think he would have done that had he known they would be brother and sister? Oh wait.... But then you have no problem with family romances."

Kurt hit her lightly in the shoulder. "I told you, Jimaine and I were not really related."

"Did I forget to tell you?" Shauna laughed. "I have a death wish. I plan to bother you until you kill me."

"Well, you're getting very close!" Kurt went into attack mode.

Shauna rolled off the couch before he could leap on her. She welding an invisible lightsaber. "Ha! You are weak, Luke Nightcrawler!"

"Am I?" He 'ported to her, pretending to meet her 'lightsaber' with his own. "I shall defeat you, Darth Riley!"

After a few minutes of dueling, Kurt 'ported behind Shauna, grabbing her by the waist. He lifted her up, swinging her around. She shrieked, kicking her legs. Kurt grinned. "It seems I have the upper hand, Darth Riley."

"Wagner," she giggled. "Watch my sides! I'm ticklish!"

"Oh really?" Kurt tossed he onto the couch, then tickled her sides.

Shauna thrashed around, laughing loudly. "Stop it!"

"Make me!"

She turned to the TV. "The movie's over."

"Really?" he turned to the TV. "Darn, we missed the Death Star bat--"

While he was distracted, Shauna ran out onto the balcony. He followed her. "Where are you going?"

"I'm running away from you."

Kurt joined her on the balcony. "I'll be nice."

"Promise?"

"Cross my heart and hope to die."

Shauna sat down on the ground, laying back. "Kurt, look up at the sky."

He looked up. The stars were out, speckling the dark sky with light. "It's beautiful...."

"Lay down. It'll be easier on your neck," Shauna said.

Kurt eyed her. "I think you just want me in a vulnerable position."

"Moi?" Shauna feigned innocence. "You think I want to take advantage of you?"

"Oh well, I can't think of anyone else I'd rather have take advantage of me right now." He laid down.

"You room with Remy and Bobby, right?" Shauna asked.

"Unfortunately."

"Don't like them?"

"They just bother me so much!" Kurt felt his tail twitch inside his pant leg. "Either they're arguing over Rogue, or they're teasing me about you."

Shauna shrugged, staring up at the sky. "Friends do that. I wish I had friends who bothered me like that."

"Do you not have any close friends?"

"Not in Westchester. I haven't lived her long." she sighed. "I know people. I talk to Rogue a lot. But no one who's really my friend."

He rolled onto his side, propping up his head with his hand. "How long have you lived here?"

"About a year. I lived in Brooklyn until I was fourteen, when my grandmother died."

"And the four years in between?"

Sighing, Shauna looked up at the stars. "It's not important, Wagner."

"Yes it is."

"I really didn't want to have this conversation yet."

"What conversation?"

Rolling over onto her side, Shauna faced Kurt. "I lived in Manhattan."

"And--"

"With a band." She played with her bracelet, not wanting to meet his gaze. "I was playing bass in a band. They were older than I was. I got into a lot of trouble."

"What kind of trouble?"

"I guess I owe you, since you told me your big secret." She laughed bitterly. "I really don't wanna say."

"I'm not going to judge you."

"Okay. I have a police record about a mile long. Small stuff, breaking and entering, petty theft, possession of illegal substances." Smiling, she shook her head. "Don't you so want to date me now?"

"What changed?"

"Xavier. He and my uncle came to get me. Xavier told me that they weren't going to make me come to Westchester, but that the life I had would kill me." Tears welled in her eyes. "He was right. It almost did. I overdosed at a party. Everyone was so blitzed, they didn't even notice. My friend Steve barely got me out. I was afraid. I didn't want to die...."

Kurt ran a hand over her hair. "Why did you even start down that path?"

"Stupidity?" she laughed, tears running down her face. "I don't know.... I was just so angry. I didn't have anyone. My grandmother had just died, and Uncle Frank lived here..... I didn't have anyone."

"Where are you parents?"

"Another fun subject. Caroline, my mother, lives in California. She was young when she had me, only sixteen. She wasn't ready to be a mother, so she left me with my grandmother. She was a musician too, a singer. When she got to California, she married some millionaire. She's tried to be my friend now, sends me money when I need it. But she's never been there for me really."

"And your dad?"

"Complete flake. I don't even remember his name. Jonathan something. Hell, he doesn't remember mine. I met him once. He was just some guy Caroline dated for a while. He didn't want anything to do with me." She bit her lip. "I've always felt abandoned. They didn't want me. I guess when Grandma died, I felt completely alone. My friends offered a new family to me.... Do you hate me now?"

Kurt shook his head. "I don't know if I could ever hate you, Shauna." Taking in a trembling breath, he looked down. "You at least know who your parents are."

"You don't?"

"I never met them. Margali, my foster mother, said they died when I was a baby. My father was Eric Wagner.... I do not even know my mother's name."

"We make quite the pair." Shauna said, smiling. She wiped her tears away. "Do you have any other deep, dark secrets?"

"Not that dark," Kurt replied. "You?"

"I have two tattoos."

Kurt sat up. "What? Where?"

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Shauna pulled her sleeve up. A Celtic band circled her arm. She then blushed. "The other one is under my clothes."

"In a private spot?"

She lifted her shirt slightly, she pulled the band on her pants down a bit, showing Kurt the spider on her hip.

"Why would you do that to yourself?"

Shrugging, she fixed her clothes. "It seemed like the thing to do at the time. It was during my 'lost weekend'."

"They're not bad." He smiled. "I never thought I would date a girl with tattoos."

Shauna cocked her head in question. "Are we dating?"

"I actually don't know."

"Well, we haven't actually said it's a date."

"You said it was a date yesterday on the phone." Kurt pointed out.

Shauna crossed her arms. "That's true. But then, you have Jimaine...."

"Jimaine was not my girlfriend."

"But you're still hung up on her."

"Why do you keep bringing that up?"

"Because it bothers me." Shauna sighed, laying back on the ground. "I'm falling for a guy who's hung up on someone else."

Kurt's eyes went wide. Had he heard her right? "You're falling for me?"

"Damn, I guess asking you to be my love monkey was too subtle. Of course I'm falling for you! I've had to go to confession three times since we met! To put it bluntly: I'm crazy about you. I don't know what it is. When I first met you, I thought you were cute. After spending two days with you, I can't think about anyone else. You're funny, smart, sweet...." Shauna trailed off. "That's about it."

"Shauna...." Kurt was at a loss for words. No one had ever professed love for him before. "We've only known each other four days."

"I know! I know this is crazy.... It's probably just my hormones running wild. I mean, you're really cute."

Okay, time to tell her. "Shea, I'm not cute."

"I think you are."

He put his hand on his image inducer. "I have another deep, dark secret."

Turning off the image inducer, Kurt generated image melted away. Left was the fuzzy form he truly was. If it wasn't for the light illuminating where they sat, he would have been invisible. His eyes seemed to glow. "This is me. The real me."

She stared at him in wide-eyed silence. Her breath was caught in her throat. Finally, she spoke, "my tattoo suddenly is not that shocking."

"This doesn't bother you?"

Shaking her head, Shauna laughed. "Compared to you being in love with your sister, this is NOTHING."

"I was so worried...."

"Why didn't you tell me when we first met?"

Kurt looked down. "I didn't want to scare you off."

"It takes a lot to scare me off, Wagner. In fact.... You're cuter like this."

"You're kidding me."

Shauna smirked. "I'm turned on by the unusual."

"Oh." How was he supposed to respond to that? If she was turned on by the unusual.... And she always knew of his mutation. "Shauna, do you want me only because I'm a mutant?"

"WHAT?"

Kurt jumped up. "I'm sorry. Was that the wrong thing to ask?"

"You think I want you just because you're a mutant?"

"It crossed my mind."

"Well, that's moronic!" Shauna hit him. She was strong!

He winced. "I'm sorry. I was wrong."

"Go away, Wagner!"

"But--"

"Leave me alone right now." she clenched her fists. "I'll call you when I stop being mad."

"What?"

"I said I'd call you when I stop being mad. I'd rather not say or do anything I might regret later. So I'll call you when I stop being mad."

"You'll call me," Kurt whispered softly, teleporting off the balcony.

****

Bobby went up to Remy in the library. "Cajun? We need to talk."

Looking up, Remy looked around. "Are you talking t' me?"

"Do you know any other Cajuns around here?"

Remy looked skeptically at Bobby as he got up. "What do you want?"

"Stop looking at me like I'm gonna bludgeon you with ice balls."

"You're not?"

Shrugging, Bobby gave Remy a deadly glare. "The thought has crossed my mind before. Listen, I'm worried about the Elf. He's been acting weird."

Rolling his red and black eyes, Remy sighed. "When is de Elf not acting weird?"

"I mean, he's acting nervous. He hasn't been jumping around on furniture, playing swashbuckler.... He just hasn't been Kurt."

"He be in love."

"That's the thing.... I asked Rogue about it. Apparently, Shauna hasn't called Kurt since their date...."

"Point being?"

"Kurt TOLD Shauna." Bobby shrugged. "We're really the best friends the fuzzy guy has. We should talk to him."

"He told us t' stay out o' it."

"Well, then I'll talk to him by myself." Bobby started to stalk out of the library.

Remy grabbed him by the arms. "We'll talk t' him. After all, we be his best friends."

****

Francis opened the door to Shauna's apartment. Shauna had entrusted him with a key when she got her own place. He promised he would only come in to feed her plants if she went away. Now, she was refusing to answer the phone or the door. Francis needed to see what was wrong.

Shauna had headphones on. She was sitting rather sedately on the couch, her bass guitar in her arms. Her fingers flew over the fretboard as she slapped out a complicated line.

Gently, Francis removed the headphones from his niece's head. "Hey. I brought you a sandwich." He offered the bag.

Accepting it slowly, Shauna smiled. "Turkey?"

"On a roll, with mayo and lettuce." He smiled, sitting down. "What are you mad about?"

"What makes you think I'm mad about something?"

He tapped her bass. "You were playing 'Won't Get Fooled Again'. That song is so complicated, you only play it when you're mad."

"Did you know about Wagner?"

Francis nodded. "Ah... He told you. You're angry that he kept his appearance a secret from you?"

"Naw, I can understand where he's coming from. I mean, I didn't tell him about my adventure in Manhattan until the same night." She shook her head, sighing. "I was a little ticked, because he thought I liked him because of his mutation."

"Well, did you?"

Shauna shrugged. "It's cool. I would like him if was normal. But the powers are cool."

"But you're still mad at him."

Shaking her head furiously, Shauna sat the bass down. "I'm fine with it now."

"Then what's wrong?"

"I told Kurt I would call him when I wasn't angry anymore." she sighed. "But I don't know the number for Xavier's."

******

The bar always made Michaela feel uncomfortable.

There were times when her powers were like a gift. She felt the joy of others, the thrill of passion without feeling it herself. The emotions of others could be a drug, one that was quite addictive.

Now, in this place, Michaela would have given anything to be rid of her empathy. Logan liked this place because no one bothered him. Michaela knew that was because they were too busy with their own pain.

Random mutterings filled her head. Pain.... Abandonment.... No, she wasn't going to feel this.

It was so hard to shut off these emotions. Emotions worked on a strange level. If Michaela let herself feel emotions, she opened herself up to all of the others around her. Shutting herself off hurt, yet it was so necessary. An active social life was not one of Michaela's priorities. In fact, it was the last thing on her list. But right now, she needed her empathic skills.

Gritting her teeth, Michaela was purposefully up to the end of the bar. Logan was hunched over, his hand firmly locked on the handle of his beer mug.

"Mind if I sit?" she asked.

He didn't even raise his head. "Figured you'd be at the bridal shower."

"I was worried about you."

Logan grunted. "Why?"

"Because you're not going to the wedding."

Throwing back his head, Logan downed his beer. "What makes you think that?"

"I'm a student of human nature." Michaela ordered a drink. "Why are you skipping the wedding?"

"Figure it out, Doc."

"Logan, they have been together for as long as your have known them." She touched his hand, a feather-light touch. "You never had any claim to Jean."

"This isn't about Jean."

"I don't believe that for a second."

Logan jerked his hand away, shying from her touch. "Maybe I liked flirtin' with her. She's hot, who wouldn't? And maybe I liked to piss Cyke off by doin' it. But...."

"A real relationship with her would never be possible."

"Why?"

"Because she's in love with Scott!" Michaela exclaimed. "She's been in love with Scott since they met. And he loves her. They are two of a kind. It's no use trying to get between them."

"Jean makes me feel something that few women ever have...." Logan whispered. "She challenges me, does so much.... I don't want to let that go."

"You have to. She's not yours. She's marrying Scott tomorrow. You have to let her go, find someone else."

"I ha...." he turned his head. "Go away, Darlin'."

"It's a free country," Michaela said. "I can stay if I want."

"Go away, or I'll hurt you."

Standing up, Michaela put some money on the table for her drink. "Just think about coming to the wedding, Logan. Jean would be hurt if one of her best friends missed it."

****

Having only three fingers on his hand made it hard to write. Kurt looked over the sloppy handwriting, wrinkling his nose. He wished it looked better. He read over it:

//(*translated from German) Dear Jimaine,

I hope this letter finds you well. I hope this letter find you at all. I am not quite sure where the circus is right now.

I have been thinking about you a lot lately. I miss the circus, mother, Stefan. Most of all, I miss you.

Xavier's is an interesting place. I have met so many people like me. I am starting to feel.... Normal.

I never told you this, but when I was at the circus, I was desperately in love with you. I was too afraid to tell you. If things had been different, maybe I would have told you.

I don't know what possessed me to tell you this. I guess I needed to tell you, so I could move on. There is a girl here, she likes me. Because of my feelings for you, I have tried to push her away. Came up with every excuse to distance myself from her. I cannot deny it. I like her. If I want any chance with her, I needed to move away from my feelings for you.

I miss you so much. Please write me back. I would like to hear from you.

I love you,

Kurt//

Just as Kurt was reaching the end of the letter, he heard the door open. Turning, he saw Bobby and Remy enter.

"Hey Elf," Bobby said. "What's up?"

"Not much." Kurt replied, folding the letter. He slipped it into the envelope. He would send it to Jimaine's friend in Winzeldorf. Hopefully, it would reach her. "Writing a letter."

"So...." Remy said, sitting next to Kurt. "How are you?"

"Creeped out because my roommates are actually getting along." Kurt gave both boys glances. "What's wrong?"

"We're worried about you," Bobby said. "Is this about Shauna? Things still weird?"

"I'm going to talk to her at the reception." Sighing, Kurt smiled. "She doesn't seem like the type to stay mad long."

"So.... Why are you not all moody any more?" Bobby asked.

Pressing the letter to his heart, Kurt felt tears well in his eyes. "I moved on."

****

Scott fidgeted as he stood up at the altar. Hank was next to him, waiting for Jean.

Jean was walking down in aisle, led by Professor Xavier. She looked radiant in her white gown. Looking over the crowd, she frowned. Logan was not there. She had wished he would have come.

Scott and Jean joined hands when she reached the altar. Father Riley looked over the assembly of friends and family. "Dearly Belov--"

The doors of the church opened, a muscular figure standing there. The whole crowd stared at Logan. He looked embarrassed as he slid into the pew in the back. Michaela and Rogue looked at him.

"Couldn't disappoint Jeannie," he grunted. "Did I miss anything?"

"Some ass interrupting the ceremony," Michaela whispered. She smiled. "We're all glad you're here, Logan."

****

"Dat's beautiful," Remy said, watching Jean and Scott share their first dance as man and wife. "Two people so in love. It really gives you a t'rill."

Rogue blushed. "That's beautiful, Remy."

He smiled at her. "Gambit has a soft spot for true love." A blush entered Rogue's cheeks. "Dat is a beautiful dress, Chere. You be giving Jean a run for her money."

She smiled. "Thanks Rem...."

Bobby put a hand on Rogue's shoulder. "Rogue, can I talk to you?"

Remy growled softly as Rogue got up, walking away with Bobby.

"What is it, Bobby?" Rogue asked.

"You want to be here with Remy," he said softly. "Don't bother denying it. It's kind of obvious."

"Bobby, Ah'm sorry.... Ah really like him."

"I know." Smiling softly, he felt his heart sink. "I'm getting used to girls I like falling for other guys."

"Bobby...."

"Hey, I'm Bobby Drake, the Iceman. I'll bounce back."

Rogue wrapped her arms around Bobby, hugging him carefully. "Ya'll are one of my best friends."

"If he breaks your heart, I'll kill him."

The pair returned to the table. Rogue smiled at Remy. "Wanna dance, Cajun?"

"Really?"

"Come on."

Extending a gloved hand to Remy, she led him to the dance floor. Bobby sighed, falling back into his chair. "Just you and me, eh Elf?"

"Huh? Ja, ja...." Kurt was staring at Shauna, who sat sedately behind her equipment.

"Just go talk to her," Bobby said. "She doesn't look mad."

Shauna's eye caught Kurt's. She smiled softly. 'Hi,' she mouthed. She gestured for him to come over to her. He held back.

Rolling her eyes, Shauna went to the microphone as the song ended, "I hope Scott and Jean won't mind if I play a song of my own choosing. Don't worry, it's romantic."

The song started playing, a pop song. The lyrics were in a foreign language.

Sie liebt dich, yeah, yeah, yeah
Sie liebt dich, yeah, yeah, yeah
Sie liebt dich, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

Du glaubst, sie liebt nur mich
Gestern hab' ich sie gesehen
Sie denkt ja nur an dich
Und du solltest zu ihr gehen

Oh ja sie liebt dich,
Schsner kann es gar nicht sein
Ja sie liebt dich
Und da solltest du dich freuen

Kurt smiled, the music filling his ears.

"What is that?" Bobby asked.

"The Beatles did two songs in German. This is one of them...." he felt his heart swell. "'She Loves You'."

Standing up, Kurt prepared to walk to Shauna. he turned back to the table, taking a rose from the centerpiece. In a puff of smoke, he teleported next to Shauna. He ran the petals over her cheek.

"I told you I'd always bring you flowers," Kurt whispered. He knelt in front of her. "Are you still mad?"

"The song didn't tip you off?"

"Why didn't you call me?"

Shauna became flustered. "I didn't know the phone number here, and you guys are unlisted. I would've told Rogue, but I wanted to tell you myself.... I would've come over, but I got nervous and kept chickening out then it was getting la--"

Kurt pressed his lips to Shauna's, firmly kissing her. She seemed to melt into his arms, the kiss growing more and more passionate.

After a long moment, they came back to reality... And to the silence in the hall. Turning to the dance floor, they saw everyone was staring.

"Maybe it's time for the best man's speech," Shauna murmured into the microphone.

Hank smiled, standing up. "Good idea, Miss."

****

"All right," Shauna said into her microphone. Kurt's arms were firmly around her waist. "Jean has just told me she and Scott are ready to throw the bouquet and garter."

A chair was set out on the middle of the dance floor. Jean sat in it, Scott kneeling at her feet. Shauna put 'The Stripper' on. Seductively, Jean raised her skirt up to mid-thigh. Scott leaned in and, in a very bold move, removed the garter from her shapely leg with his teeth. The male students catcalled as he triumphantly held it up.

"All the single guys will, get onto the dance floor." Shauna said. Almost every male moved onto the floor. "Wow... So many good looking single guys. Darn it, what a time to hook up with the Elf." Kurt nudged her playfully, hopping down to join the other guys. "Okay, Let'er rip, Scott!"

Scott tossed the lacy garter over his head to the crowd of guys. It fell into the back. The crowd dispersed to see who had caught it.

Logan wrinkled his nose, holding up the piece of lingerie. "What the hell am I suppose to do with this?"

"Okay girls," Shauna said. "It's your turn now." All of the girls got onto the dance floor. Some of the younger students look quite eager. "Okay, okay... Some rules. I've been to a lot of weddings, and you chicks can get bloodthirsty. No flying, teleporting, telekinetically drawing the bouquet to you or anything other mutant power. Let's leave this up to fate."

Jean turned away from the crowd, closing her eyes. She threw the bouquet in the air. It landed in the arms of Michaela.

"Whoa... Is this fate or what?" Jubilee giggled to Kitty. "Maybe Logan and Michaela will get married next."

"You'll get married before they do, Jubes." Kitty said.

Jean and Scott pushed Logan and Michaela together. "It's tradition for the man who catches the garter to dance with the woman who catches the bouquet."

"I don't dance," Logan said gruffly.

"Come on, I won't bite." Michaela said, taking Logan's hands. "But then, you may like that."

Shauna cued up another song. As the haunting melody began, Logan and Michaela began to move. He awkwardly tried to follow her. Gracefully, she glided across the floor.

There's such a sad love
Deep in your eyes, a kind of pale jewel
Open and closed within your eyes
I'll place the sky within your eyes

Scott swept Jean up, holding her close. "Care to dance, Mrs. Summers?"

Smiling, Jean wrapped her arms around his neck. "That's Dr. Summers, buddy."

Sharing a tender kiss, they swayed to the music.

There's such a fooled heart
Beating so fast in search of new dreams
A love that will last within your heart
I'll place the moon within your heart

Remy held out his hand to Rogue. "May I have dis dance, Chere?"

Accepting his hand, Rogue stood up. "Ya old smoothie...."

As the pain sweeps through
Makes no sense for you
Every thrill has gone
Wasn't too much fun at all
But I'll be there for you-oo-oo
As the world falls down

Jubilee sighed as Piotr took Kitty out on the dance floor. Well, Jubes, she thought, looks like you're alone again. She looked over at Bobby.

Falling
(As the world) Falling down
Falling in love

Ororo smiled at Beast. "Would you like to dance?"

"I would be delighted, Ororo." Taking her small hand in his large, furry one they went to the floor.

I'll paint you mornings of gold
I'll spin you Valentine evenings
Though we're strangers till now
We're choosing the path between the stars
I'll leave my love between the stars "And the cheese stands alone," Bobby said with a sigh. He put his head in his hand.

"Bobby," Jubilee said. "Come on." She gestured for him to come onto the floor. "You want to dance with me?"

She pulled him up. "Yeah. Now let's dance, ice cube."

As the pain sweeps through
Makes no sense for you
Every thrill has gone
Wasn't too much fun at all
But I'll be there for you-oo-oo
As the world falls down Shauna smiled at Kurt. "You should go and dance."

"I don't want to dance," he whispered back. He tickled his nose with his tail. "I want to stay here with you."

Looking surprised, Shauna grabbed the attacking appendage. "You have a tail."

"You didn't notice before?"

"Nope." A wicked grin spread across her face. She giggled, "sorry. Just had a really dirty thought."

"Oh really?" He took her hands. "So where do we go from here, Shea?"

"To the Village."

"Why?"

"There is a small movie house there. Next weekend, they're showing 'Captain Blood' and 'Robin Hood'. I think we should go together."

"I'd love to." Kurt kissed Shauna's hand, smiling at her. Being normal did not seem so important anymore.

Falling
Falling in love
As the world falls down

Falling
Falling in love
As the world falls down

Makes no sense at all
Makes no sense to fall
Falling
As the world falls down
Falling
Falling
Falling in love

*****

Song Notes: The first song: "Sie Liebt Dich" was written by John Lennon and Paul McCartney. It is a German version of "She Loves You". It was released as a single in Germany, along with "Komm, Gib Mir Deine Hand" ("I Want to Hold Your Hand")

English Lyrics (Well, only a little bit. It's a pretty famous song):

She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah
She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah
She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You think you lost your love,
When I saw her yesterday.
It's you she's thinking of
And she told me what to say.
She says she loves you
And you know that can't be bad.
Yes, she loves you
And you know you should be glad. Ooh!
The second song: "As The World Falls Down". It was written by David Bowie, for the movie "Labyrinth".

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