Cammie & Kurt

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Cammie goes and visits Kurt. The conversation shifts from him to her, without her even noticing.

Cammie invaded Kurt’s suite with practiced ease. She didn’t knock, though she did have the grace to at least poke her head into the closed door to his bedroom before just barging in. After all, there was a sign up, “Yo, you awake?”

"Yes", came a drowsy and/or drugged voice from somewhere near the bed. "More or less. Hello, Cammie."

“It lives,” Cammie said as she wandered in, “Hopefully though they don’t have you on too much morphine. I hear that’s a bitch.”

"Morphine is actually very pleasant... but it does fog the mind. I am not on too much, I think."

“Well, I’ll take your word for it. I can only go by what I see,” Cammie returned, “But given that the longest I think I ever felt any effect off of anything came from an opiate, I think I believe that. What the hell happened to you guys, anyway?”

"A mission went a little off the plan. For myself and Monet, we discovered what targeted sonic waves do to the brain." He paused. "And there was a pyrokinetic, too."

Cammie whistled, “That sounds like a Grande Olde Time. Hopefully you’ll be on your feet soon. Or I’m going to have to go get a stick.”

"No sticks", he said as firmly as he could. "I will be on my feet as soon as the blisters go away and light does not hurt."

“Good. I hate sticks. I’m prone to splinters and it’s never fun to sit there and pull them out,” Cammie said, “Need anything that’s not me annoying you?”

"Yvette has had her class bringing food around", he told her. "But while I am awake, company is never unwelcome."

“Well, that was nice of ‘em. And if that’s the case, I’ll just sit here and ramble. I’m generally good at that,” Cammie said, “At least, when I feel like talking.”

"Ramble away", he invited expansively. "How have you been?"

“Meh,” Cammie said, sitting down, “I really don’t know. Not that that reply ever makes any sense to that question.”

"Situations can be confusing", he countered quietly. "And yours is as confusing as any."

“Yeah. No shit. I’m still boggled by the fact she seemed to expect me to be all happy about of that crap,” Cammie said dryly.

Kurt snorted. "If she wanted that, she should have raised you herself, rather than leaving you with decent people."

“I’m glad she didn’t. I can’t even pronounce my birth name, for one,” Cammie said. Thanawhatever-it-was, “Mom and Dad were just as shocked about this whole thing as I was.”

"I am glad for you that they were. It would be hard if they had been in on it."

“And melodramatic. My life is already too much like a soap opera for my tastes,” Cammie added, “Either way, it’s just… stupidity to deal with, I guess.”

"You will have help." He smiled slightly. "You have only to ask... me, or Jean-Paul, or I imagine Lil."

“Yeah, I’m still getting used to that,” Cammie said with a bit of an embarrassed laugh.
"Naturally, and that is fine. As long as you do not forget it."

“I try. I’m afraid I’m always suspicious,” she said and shrugged, “I mean, three years of learning generally when someone offers you help they’re looking for something else in return.”

"That is actually a common thing with the students here, or some of them. And of course outside this house, it is too often true. But not here."

“I do have to wonder how you guys got so damn understanding – or is that the power of adversity?” Cammie said, a smile pulling at the corner of her lip.

"Professor Xavier sets a good example", he said lightly. "And speaking personally, I am a gypsy, a Christian and a visible mutant. Many things taught me understanding."

“The second one in there doesn’t mean jack to most people,” Cammie said, “So I’d say it’s mostly the first and the last – both of which I happen to find very cool. I mean, I can only pass if I keep my arm covered up, and people are willing to believe I dye my hair.”

"Forge would say you should be out and proud, and for myself I tend to believe it. I could hide what I am with an image inducer, but I do not like doing so."

“Hey, the bandages are a safety valve. I mean, besides having people notice. It’s a little bit easier to control this way,” Cammie said, flexing her left hand. “You know, I never thought of it as a gift. I still don’t think I can see it that way.”

"Some are more difficult to see that way than others... the harmful powers, or the maladaptive mutations. But perhaps you might find some aspect that is not entirely bad?"

“It’s amusing that everyone’s first reaction to me drinking anti-freeze is that I’m trying to kill myself? Well, not everyone, Crystal didn’t react that way. And neither did Pinky,” Cammie said, smiling, “But I think those are special cases. Everyone else always trips over themselves, convinced I’ve just attempted suicide. I don’t know why I find that funny.”

"You have a very strange sense of humour, my dear. But that is some part of your mutation that makes you smile, so you see."

“Yeah, I’m odd like that,” Cammie said, but left out the first time she did decide to drink something highly toxic it was a suicide attempt. But that was years ago. Now it was practically a party trick.