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Back from the Dead

Who: Remy, Kurt, and open.
Broadcast: Yes.
Action: On the Twin Roses.
When: Backdated to 9th October.

[Several weeks after the loss of the planet, both Remy and Kurt seem fit enough to finally head back to the Twin Roses. Or at least fit enough to roll themselves out of the beds they had been left in to wake up and recover from their not-so-near death experience.]

‘nd I thought the day after Mardi Gras was bad. Merde, remind me never to be down on an explodin’ planet again, feel like ‘ve been stuck in a tumble drier filled of swamp water ‘nd set spinnin’ for two weeks on end.

Lebeau, if you don’t stop complaining I’m going to put you back on that planet. Gott, I haven’t felt this horrible since I was a child. [Kurt paused, raising a hand to shove his shoulder-length hair out of his eyes] Und my hair is in my fucking face. [He’s going to pretend that didn’t sound at all like a pathetic whine.]

Thought that kinda comes with the whole fur thing, ya know, hair in the face. [Look at him, he’s just so funny, isn’t it? Though they had to come back to reality eventually, as much fun as it was to avoid it and just muck around.] How angry ya think Kitty will be at us? Though, in my defense, I had been usin’ ya as the messenger, so ya the one who failed to tell her, not me.

[Hilarious, and Kurt is about to tell him in no minced words just how well his humor is going over when the other man mentions Kitty. What spirit Kurt has deflates, his tail drooping far enough to drag on the ground.] I doubt you’ll have any worries about her wrath once she sees me.

Ahh, [Remy reached out to pat a hand against Kurt’s shoulder, maybe a bad thing at the sudden movement didn’t help anything, making him winch before he dropped his hand again.] We’ll face her together, after all, we stuck in this together, hein? Seems only right with ya bein’ an idiot ‘nd coming back for me.

[A faint smile twitches at the corners of his mouth, even as he very carefully shakes his head.] Don't make promises, Lebeau. You might want to kill me too when this is over.

Though, [Remy started as he moved to pull out his comm, activating it so he could say the next part into it as well as saying it to Kurt. Kurt forced himself to straighten, crossing his arms over a chest that's broader than its been in years.] Guess while we at it it be good to let everyone know we’re, ya know, back alive? Which be a good thing, don’t recommend the dyin’ but glad to be brought back. I just may be spendin’ the next week or two in bed still. Donno what they do to ya while ya out, but merde if it ain’t a number on ya.

I have a few theories.

[To Kurt.] Guessin’ we ain’t really goin’ to get ‘ny sympathy over it though, considerin’ what we did.

At this point I'd settle for the mercy of a swift death. [Kurt glances toward the comm, giving a good shot of his face; lean, but noticeably younger by the better part of a decade. His hair is longer too, falling around his shoulders.] Any takers?

[Feel free to tag either of the boys, or both.]

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[Kurt, jerk that he is, let's Remy suffer a little before chiming in.] Don't be too harsh on him, Kirk. I was supposed to bring him home and didn't.

_{[ OH AND NOW IT'S YOUR TURN. ]}

Wrath isn't going to be your only problem either, Kurt.

Nein, she'll need to compete with Kitty, Vash, and--

[A sudden concern shows through the poker face.] Did Chekov make it off the planet alright?

Yes, Chekov is fine, and I didn't mean any of those three when I said they wouldn't be your only problem after Wrath.

[Kurt sighs in relief, his shoulders slumping.] Good. He's a good man, that one. Too good to die on that planet. [An opinion Kurt doesn't share about himself, apparently.

Kirk's statement gets a blank stare before Kurt shakes his head, dismissing it.] Whatever you say. When do I report for my dressing down?

I hadn't realized you two were so close.

_{[ No, no, it meant precisely what you think it meant, Kurt. ]}

As soon as you can.

[Kurt shrugs, the move surprisingly forceful. In this younger body, muscle memory remembers wearing metal on his shoulders.] He knows enough German to curse me in it. [Said as though that should explain everything.

Given how he feels, all he's coming up with is something to do with them both being military. He's dense.] Alright. Assuming Kitty doesn't kill me on the way, I'll teleport over in a minute.

_{[ He laughed softly, seeming to understand. German was not one of the languages Kirk had learned, but then he had focused on the romance languages and a few alien ones. ]}

I'll have a spot cleared for you. And some tea. Or do you prefer coffee?

Your room, then? [He makes a note to aim near the ceiling. Kirk's question gets a shrug, Kurt's answer coming as an off-handed comment.] As long as it isn't poisoned, I don't care. The wars destroyed most of my preferences; scarcity and all.

I'll be there in a little bit. [It takes him nearly a half hour; he doesn't run into Kitty, but he does throw a comb through his hair and change into something not soaked in sweat. The explosion of sulfur comes from half-way up the wall, high enough to avoid anything sitting on the floor, and leaves behind a deeper shadow with a pair of glowing eyes. It helps hide how woozy he feels; teleporting was a mistake.] Here for my dressing-down, Kirk.

_{[ Kirk had set out coffee on the table, a bit of cream and sugar out too for Kurt to make up as he liked. There was even a small plate of crackers and fruit to nibble on. He himself was sipping something closer to liquid sugar than coffee, but it still counted. He jerked when the pop and the smell came, not used to the teleporting just quite yet even though he knew about it.

He motioned for the other to come down and sit, getting himself up to come closer so Kurt would not have to go to far. ]}

Tempting, but you don't much look up for that particular activity.

[This was.. not what he was expecting in the least. Something to eat and drink, maybe (and his stomach rumbles when he looks at the fruit.) But something about the entire scenario is too warm, too welcoming for what he was anticipating.

He drops down from the shadows anyway, landing nimbly on hands and feet before pulling himself upright.] Not unless you like your men burning up. [Despite feeling like hell, he manages a crooked grin as he takes the offered seat, crouching on it and tugging the plate a little closer to himself.]

_{[ Kirk frowned softly. ]}

Are you sick, Kurt? I thought you might be a little tired, but if you were sick, you should have said so.

_{[ Instinctively he began to reach out, wanting to touch Kurt's
forehead in the human manner to assess fevers. ]}

[Kurt shakes his head, despite his temperature being high enough to make him uncomfortable even sitting here. He isn't sweating, not yet, but his eyes are burning and the difference is enough that he leans into the coolness of Kirk's hand, just a little, when it touches his forehead.]

It's a bit of fever. I'll be fine, I used to get them all the time when I was young. I'll take a cold bath later and sleep it off.

Damn it. Kurt you should have said something and stayed on your ship, gotten some rest.

_{[ He cupped his face, seeing that Kurt seemed to get some relief from
his touch. He clicked with his teeth before rising. ]}

Lay on my bed. I'll get you some fever medication and a cool towel and some water.

_{[ He says it in a tone that suggests he plans to be obeyed, though
gently so. ]}

Why? I'd rather get the yelling over with first. [Because despite everything in this situation pointing toward a less terse welcome, Kurt's still expecting to be read the riot act for letting Remy die. He just can't decide if Kirk has a warm heart, or if he's sadistic enough to try to get Kurt to relax before attacking.

Despite this train of thought, he still closes his eyes when the other man cradles his face, taking comfort in the coolness of his hands. It doesn't last; his expression tenses when Kirk tries to order him into bed, his eyes opening to slits.] Like hell. [Kurt rises, his tail absently wrapping around the plate of food and tugging it to him. One hand braces against the table, the other pointing a finger at Kirk's chest.] Don't you dare fucking coddle me, Kirk.

_{[ Kirk's brow slid upwards about an inch at that, his expression lost somewhere between amusement and the sort of put out one might see on a someone dealing with a particularly recalcitrant child. ]}

It's not coddling, it's basic first aid for someone with a fever.

_{[ He reached out and met Kurt's finger with his one. ]}

I know that, I'm the Twin Roses' doctor! [The words are out of his mouth a moment before he realizes he's just conceded the point, his angry glare turning into frustration. His hand balls into a fist before he raises it to rub at the bridge of his nose, huffing out a wordless grumble that sounds almost like a growl.] I will be fine, I've fought under worse conditions. Besides that, if I lay down in your bed I'm going to fall asleep and I can't promise you'll be able to wake me in the next few hours.

_{[ Kirk just smiled, amused, reaching out to take one of the treats
he'd left on the plate and nibble on one. ]}

That's all right. I'd feel better knowing you were actually getting some rest. And I can find some was to occupy myself for a bit. Unless you'd like me to cuddle you?

_{[ He winked at the last part, clearly teasing the other. ]}

At least drink your tea.

[Kurt follows the other man's movement and blinks, dumbfounded, at seeing his own tail curled around the dish. Traitor.

Pulling a face, he unwinds his tail and lets it rest, limp, on the table. At the jest he scoffs, a corner of his mouth turning upward.] Don't tempt me. It would serve you right to have me sweating on you. [The insistence on drinking his tea he accepts without a fuss, wrapping aforementioned tail around the cup and pulling it to him.]

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_{[ Kirk watched the tail with interest, the way Kurt scowled at it. The facial expression was rather cute on the blue-furred creature and he chuckled. ]}

Your tail has more a mind of it's own when you're a little under the weather, does it? Seems like it knows what's best for you.

_{[ He sipped his own, stretching his legs out. ]}

A price I'm willing to pay, as it were.

[Kurt hrmphed, taking a sip of his tea in a vain attempt to recover some of his lost dignity.] You're fortunate it was more concerned with food than anything else. I've snapped men's necks with that tail.

[There's no heat behind the statement beyond a moment's snark. If he were as young in mind as he is in body, perhaps; but Kurt is older, the edges of his temper worn down by experience, and infinitely more tired. The latter prompts him to sink down on Kirk's bed, sitting cross legged. The expression on his face when he meets the other man's eyes is defiant, almost daring him to push it.] It would be a terrible ordeal for you, I'm certain.

I've been chased by a giant crustacean across a frozen tundra and nearly eaten by it. Sweltering against your fur for a couple hours is a cake walk.

_{[ Theres the slightest triumphant smirk when the other takes a seat on
the bed, moving the treats to the small night stand so they both have
easier access to them. ]}

But in all honesty, besides the fever are you all right?

[Kurt chuckles softly, his chin ducking slightly.] We two need to trade stories some time. Didn't manage to kill it, did you?

[His eyes narrow at the smirk, but instead of commenting he chooses to nab a piece of fruit, chewing on it as he contemplates his answer.] Depends on how much I remember was fever dreams. I doubt they have McCoy stashed away here, and if Jean found me I'd.. Not be myself anymore.

No, I didn't. It got chased off by someone else before it could eat me, thank goodness.

_{[ Sorry Kurt. No glorious war story of taking down a giant crab and
basting it in butter. ]}

Ah, for a minute I thought you meant my McCoy...

_{[ He huffed and shook his head. ]}

Who's Jean?

Pity. You could have eaten for days on that thing, sounds like.

[A monster like that would have been useful during the second war, instead of the things McCoy's warped mind conjured. At the mention of another McCoy, Kurt huffed a laugh.] Nein, mine. A more sadistic bastard you'll never meet.

.. Jean was the heart and soul of the X-Men. Once.

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