Laurie and Kurt log

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Laurie and Kurt talk about various things, including fuzzy sausages and having her friends back after they've seemingly been gone for two years.



Laurie had seen some bio hazards in her time at the mansion, namely in the interests of medical science and Jean showing her pictures of different gross looking diseases. Although, Dr Voigt seemed to take a particular pleasure in showing her the more vomit inducing plagues that sometimes beset a less then healthy human specimen. Laurie figured it was her trial by fire, and she'd almost gotten to the point where it didn't make her throw up.

However, the fuzzy curried sausages she'd found in the fridge of Angelo & Forge were something beyond medical science. She couldn't truly say whether the dish had grown sentience but she was almost betting it was close to it. She gingerly pushed at the mass with a long spoon, holding her foot down on the bin.

Kurt had come into the kitchen behind her, near-silently as was his usual way. Curious about what she was doing, he wandered over to the bin and peered over her shoulder. "What is that, Laurie?"

"The result of very little female influence on two young men." Laurie responded, watching the mass start to slide slowly toward the bin with slight nausea. She wasn't sure, but she was almost positive that one of the onion curls was waving desperately at her.

"...I see." The sight was oddly fascinating, in its way. "Not so very surprising, in this house, I think. Where did you find it?"

"Forge and Angelo's room, I thought I'd do a little cleaning in honour of Forge's triumphant return. We may here the screams of protest any moment now over my interruption of their penicillin experiment." Laurie responded, an amused gleam in her gaze. "Well, that and the fact that I didn't tell either of them I was going to clean. I figured it's easier to get forgiveness then permission."

"Did you restrict yourself to cleaning out their fridge?" Kurt asked, amused. "If not, the screams of protest may not be only over you removing their penicillin."

"Well, I cleaned the common room as well. I did not however, go into their rooms. Because there could be anything in there, and I wasn't sure I'd be able to fight my way out again. Also, the idea of facing either of them after I'd seen their underwear hanging from a lamp or something was kinda groady. I like to think of them as boxers, and if one of them was a tighty whitey I'd never be able to treat them seriously again."

She finished scraping the tray and moved over to the kitchen sink where other dishes and various implements of cookery were waiting to be cleaned.

Kurt laughed and moved over to join her. "As I am here... is there anything I can help you with, since you seem to be on a cleaning spree?"

"You could dry?" Laurie responded hopefully, picking up a cloth and starting to wash. She knew there was a perfectly good dishwasher available but she liked the hands on feel of doing it this way.

"That will not be a problem at all", he told her with a smile. "You are going to wash all of this, or just the tray?"

"All of it. I cooked earlier, and I don't want to leave this sitting around." Laurie replied, washing the tray carefully to remove all traces of the sausage. "Lorna drilled the whole germs and why we need to clean thing into us in the basics cooking classes."

"And it is good to see that you took it in", Kurt said approvingly. "I just was not sure that all of this was yours, or if you would wash it if it were not."

"I suppose I would wash them, even if they weren't mine." Laurie replied honestly, placing the tray carefully in the drying rack for Kurt. "But Lorna's been giving me the speech about not doing other's work for them, and how they'll never learn if I do."

"That is true", he allowed, picking up the tray. "But then, it cannot hurt to do it for them once in a while. As long as you make it clear it will not be every time."

"That's what I said." Laurie replied with a grin. "Besides, it's nice to do as a gift sometimes, like when someone comes back after being away for a long time."

She wasn't about to become anyone's maid though, and she'd firmly drawn a line in her head as to what was being thoughtful and what was getting beyond the joke. She didn't clean anyone's bedroom for them, or bathroom and she certainly didn't do anyone's laundry...unless they were sick, anyhow.

"As Forge has", Kurt said softly, looking at her sideways. "You must be glad to see him returned."

"I am." Laurie responded, washing another dish and placing it on the rack.

She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and looked around the kitchen, biting her lip softly as she did so before turning her head to look once again at Kurt.

He was watching her carefully, minimal attention given to the dish in his hands. "Laurie? Would you like to talk about the island's return?"

"It's just, I don't know how long he's gonna want a kid hanging around. He's twenty-one now, I think, and Crystal's going to be older as well. I'm just scared that I'll lose my friends." Laurie replied, not looking directly at Kurt, and hands busy cleaning dishes.

He set down his plate, taking a step towards her. "I wish I could offer you better advice, but the only way you can be sure that will not happen - or even that it will, though I doubt it - is to talk to them."

"I don't want them to think I'm a crybaby, worrying about something so silly." Laurie said, reaching up to wipe at an eye with her arm. It was hard to do anything with your face when your hands were soapy.

"If they are your friends, I promise you they will not think that. I do not think it is silly at all."

"What if I think it's silly?" Laurie replied, rewashing the dish in her hand for the third time. "It's stupid, and I don't _want_ to talk to them about it. I don't want them to know I'm being stupid when they're perfectly fine."

"They are", Kurt emphasised, "or so it seems. Understand, Laurie, that if you are feeling this, you should not dismiss it, or anything else, however foolish it may seem."

She placed the dish carefully in the rack and reached for another one, washing it for a minute or so before looking up at him, gaze bright with unshed tears. "I don't want them to be older. I don't want them to have had two years that I never got to share, and it's stupid and it's selfish and I can't help it. I should be glad that they're alive, and I am."

"Being glad does not mean you can feel nothing else", Kurt told her gently. "It is a little selfish, perhaps, but not in a way that you should feel guilty about. It is yours, and no one is expecting you to forget that you have lost two years of your friends' lives, as it matters to you so." Looking down at her and noticing the tears, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her, carefully. If it would help her...

Laurie stiffened, aware that she'd be leaking and not wanting Kurt to be affected by it.

Kurt was fully aware of the likelihood her powers would affect him, and didn't much care. Comforting her was more important, right now. He didn't let go even as the reaction began, tears starting in his eyes and his tail drooping dejectedly. "Do not worry", he assured her.

"Please, I don't want to hurt you." Laurie replied, placing her hands against his shoulders and pushing gently.

"I have been worse hurt than this, and for less reason", Kurt told her, but he took a step back. Distressing the girl further had never been in the plan. "I will deal with the results if you need the hug more, but it is your choice."

"Thankyou. For both."

She moved back slightly, unconsciously trying to put distance between the two of them. It wasn't that she didn't appreciate the gesture, or the thought behind it, it was just that she wasn't yet comfortable with anyone taking on the negatives of her mutation, even if it was with full knowledge and choice.

"I'll be okay, you know? I'll talk to Forge, and Crystal if she comes back. I know I shouldn't hide from things like this, even if I still think it's silly."

"Good", he said reassuringly. "As I said, I think this is the only way you will feel better about this in the near future."

Laurie reached for another dish, and realised that there were none left. She had been so focussed on the conversation that she must have just kept washing and placing them in the drying rack without even noticing. She aimed a tentative smile in Kurt's direction. "It'll be okay. Thankyou for listening to me."

"It was no trouble", Kurt assured her. "And you know where to find me, should you need a listening ear again."

"I do." she replied, the smile stronger now. "How would you like to be the first to try the apple pies I just made?"