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ax_mainTJ goes to meet this alternate, teenage version of her father. Kurt is, of course, the best.
It hadn't been difficult to find out which room was Kurt's, but it was a hell of a lot more difficult standing in front of it, about to knock. TJ hadn't been left a lot of time to come to terms with leaving her team, and since she'd been dropped in front of the mansion, things had been a bit of a whirlwind of meeting a teenage Tommy Shepherd, realizing this wasn't the Earth she thought it was, meeting with Charles, meeting her roommate, and, well, here she was now, hoping no one had beaten her to telling Kurt about her presence.
It was one thing to meet other grown-up versions of her dad, even with a small age difference. But this one was a teenager.
She took a deep breath, forced her tail to settle behind her, and knocked on the door to Kurt's room. Who was he rooming with? She hadn't even thought to ask.
"Just a moment!" Kurt said as he tugged a t-shirt over his head. He ran a hand through his damp hair, calling out a "Coming!" as he crossed the room. He opened the door and a greeting died on his tongue, his draw dropping. She was blue! And fuzzy! And she looked like him! Just like him!
This was officially her weirdest Kurt encounter. Look at him! He was so young. TJ let out a bit of a shaky breath, then gave him a small smile. "Hi. My name's TJ. Can I come in?"
"Okay," Kurt said dazedly and he stepped aside to let TJ in. Gott, she looked so much like him. "Are you my sister?" No, that wasn't possible, his parents had died. His mother had seen it for herself.
"No," TJ answered, with feeling. Her tail was swinging nervously behind her as she turned to face him. She waited until he'd closed the door. "Sister would be easier. You might wanna sit down for this." Or, well, crouch down somewhere, if he was anything at all like her and her father, but she wasn't going to make assumptions. Or she'd try her best not to, anyway.
Kurt did not like the sound of that. Stomach going queasy, he pulled his chair out and hopped up into it, crouching comfortably on the edge of the seat. “So, who are you then?” he asked, hesitantly.
It was a silly thing, but seeing him crouch made TJ feel a little more relaxed about the whole thing. Her lips quirked up in a small smile, and her tail settled behind her.
"There's no real way to ease into it," she told him, from experience. "I come from another world, where I'm your daughter."
There, bomb dropped. She was glad she hadn't had to do that too often. It sucked, big time.
Kurt's eyes narrowed. "Teddy, is that you? Did Tommy put you up to this?"
TJ frowned. Right. "I don't know who Teddy is, but... I'm not a shapeshifter, or an illusionist, or whatever else you can think of." She held a hand up, and sent a small, harmless hex bolt against the wall. The smell was pretty telling. "Energy bolts, from that dimension you use to teleport.”
Kurt eyed where the brimstone-smelling whatever it had been had hit the wall. "So, you are my daughter," he said slowly. "From another universe. I am very sorry. This is all very hard to believe."
"Yeah, Charles said - Professor Xavier said interdimensional travel was a bit out there for this world," TJ sympathized. She'd figured that would make it even harder for him. "There's no real way I can prove it, either. Whatever I can tell you about my dad doesn't have to be true about you." Maybe that would make him feel a bit better about the entire thing, the fact that she did not know him at all? It didn't make her feel better about being stranded here, but, well.
Kurt could ask Simon to do a DNA test, but something about that felt slimy. "No, it is okay. You do not have to prove anything to me. Am I--Is he," Gott, this would take some getting used to, "a good dad?"
"He's..." A pain in the ass who set the bar as high for her as for him? But that last conversation they'd had, it was everything she'd ever hoped for. She remembered the warm strength of his embrace, and suddenly her throat felt a little tight. Her gaze cut to the side for an instant. "He's the best.”
“I am sorry.” Kurt could not imagine how hard it must be being so far from home. Being separated from it by an ocean was one thing, but whole alternate realities? That was something else entirely. “You must miss him.”
"Like crazy," TJ confirmed with a brief, small smile. Him and her mom and everybody else, seriously. And now she could add the other Exiles to that list. Her tail flicked behind her. "But this is my new normal for the moment, and it seems pretty okay. Apart from that image inducer deal."
"Ah, yes, that is unfortunate." Even Kurt, who appreciated the safety the Image Inducers afford him, hated that they were necessary. "Especially when you have inherited my good looks."
TJ smiled genuinely at that. "Seriously. There's no way I'm hiding who I am."
Well, at least Kurt knew he? Other Him? had gotten one thing right. He grinned. "Good. Just be careful, ja? I do not want my alternate reality self yelling at me because you got into trouble."
TJ huffed out a laugh, which ended on a sharp-toothed grin. "Trust me, the only person he'd blame for that would be me." She had a definite habit of getting herself into trouble.
“Not at all. He knows me too well,” Kurt joked.
TJ grinned at the joke, then shook her head slightly. "So you seem to be taking it - this - me - pretty well.”
Kurt shrugged. “I might as well. It is what it is, ja? So, I might as well just embrace it. Besides, there are far worse alternate realities to be faced with than a nice daughter.”
"Nice?" TJ's smile was sharp. "You don't know me too well just yet." She was hoping that 'yet' was right; Kurt wasn't her father, but she wanted to get to know him anyway. He was as close to family as she was going to get without hitting up the Brotherhood, apparently.
Kurt waved a hand. “Ach, I can tell you are nice. I am certain of it.”
"Shut up, you'll make me blush." She was joking, but she was also really pleased. She glanced down for a second, then met his gaze again. "Do you think we could hang out, maybe? I know you're not my dad, but I don't actually know anyone here."
Kurt had thought the answer a given. In his mind, there was no other. "Of course! I may not be your dad, but we are still family." He smiled at TJ, gentle and kind and a little shy. "If, that is, you want to be."
Her smile was a lot wider, enthusiastic and thankful. "Well, we can give it a go.”
“Wunderbar,” Kurt said and now his grin was big too. “Then, welcome to the family.”
It hadn't been difficult to find out which room was Kurt's, but it was a hell of a lot more difficult standing in front of it, about to knock. TJ hadn't been left a lot of time to come to terms with leaving her team, and since she'd been dropped in front of the mansion, things had been a bit of a whirlwind of meeting a teenage Tommy Shepherd, realizing this wasn't the Earth she thought it was, meeting with Charles, meeting her roommate, and, well, here she was now, hoping no one had beaten her to telling Kurt about her presence.
It was one thing to meet other grown-up versions of her dad, even with a small age difference. But this one was a teenager.
She took a deep breath, forced her tail to settle behind her, and knocked on the door to Kurt's room. Who was he rooming with? She hadn't even thought to ask.
"Just a moment!" Kurt said as he tugged a t-shirt over his head. He ran a hand through his damp hair, calling out a "Coming!" as he crossed the room. He opened the door and a greeting died on his tongue, his draw dropping. She was blue! And fuzzy! And she looked like him! Just like him!
This was officially her weirdest Kurt encounter. Look at him! He was so young. TJ let out a bit of a shaky breath, then gave him a small smile. "Hi. My name's TJ. Can I come in?"
"Okay," Kurt said dazedly and he stepped aside to let TJ in. Gott, she looked so much like him. "Are you my sister?" No, that wasn't possible, his parents had died. His mother had seen it for herself.
"No," TJ answered, with feeling. Her tail was swinging nervously behind her as she turned to face him. She waited until he'd closed the door. "Sister would be easier. You might wanna sit down for this." Or, well, crouch down somewhere, if he was anything at all like her and her father, but she wasn't going to make assumptions. Or she'd try her best not to, anyway.
Kurt did not like the sound of that. Stomach going queasy, he pulled his chair out and hopped up into it, crouching comfortably on the edge of the seat. “So, who are you then?” he asked, hesitantly.
It was a silly thing, but seeing him crouch made TJ feel a little more relaxed about the whole thing. Her lips quirked up in a small smile, and her tail settled behind her.
"There's no real way to ease into it," she told him, from experience. "I come from another world, where I'm your daughter."
There, bomb dropped. She was glad she hadn't had to do that too often. It sucked, big time.
Kurt's eyes narrowed. "Teddy, is that you? Did Tommy put you up to this?"
TJ frowned. Right. "I don't know who Teddy is, but... I'm not a shapeshifter, or an illusionist, or whatever else you can think of." She held a hand up, and sent a small, harmless hex bolt against the wall. The smell was pretty telling. "Energy bolts, from that dimension you use to teleport.”
Kurt eyed where the brimstone-smelling whatever it had been had hit the wall. "So, you are my daughter," he said slowly. "From another universe. I am very sorry. This is all very hard to believe."
"Yeah, Charles said - Professor Xavier said interdimensional travel was a bit out there for this world," TJ sympathized. She'd figured that would make it even harder for him. "There's no real way I can prove it, either. Whatever I can tell you about my dad doesn't have to be true about you." Maybe that would make him feel a bit better about the entire thing, the fact that she did not know him at all? It didn't make her feel better about being stranded here, but, well.
Kurt could ask Simon to do a DNA test, but something about that felt slimy. "No, it is okay. You do not have to prove anything to me. Am I--Is he," Gott, this would take some getting used to, "a good dad?"
"He's..." A pain in the ass who set the bar as high for her as for him? But that last conversation they'd had, it was everything she'd ever hoped for. She remembered the warm strength of his embrace, and suddenly her throat felt a little tight. Her gaze cut to the side for an instant. "He's the best.”
“I am sorry.” Kurt could not imagine how hard it must be being so far from home. Being separated from it by an ocean was one thing, but whole alternate realities? That was something else entirely. “You must miss him.”
"Like crazy," TJ confirmed with a brief, small smile. Him and her mom and everybody else, seriously. And now she could add the other Exiles to that list. Her tail flicked behind her. "But this is my new normal for the moment, and it seems pretty okay. Apart from that image inducer deal."
"Ah, yes, that is unfortunate." Even Kurt, who appreciated the safety the Image Inducers afford him, hated that they were necessary. "Especially when you have inherited my good looks."
TJ smiled genuinely at that. "Seriously. There's no way I'm hiding who I am."
Well, at least Kurt knew he? Other Him? had gotten one thing right. He grinned. "Good. Just be careful, ja? I do not want my alternate reality self yelling at me because you got into trouble."
TJ huffed out a laugh, which ended on a sharp-toothed grin. "Trust me, the only person he'd blame for that would be me." She had a definite habit of getting herself into trouble.
“Not at all. He knows me too well,” Kurt joked.
TJ grinned at the joke, then shook her head slightly. "So you seem to be taking it - this - me - pretty well.”
Kurt shrugged. “I might as well. It is what it is, ja? So, I might as well just embrace it. Besides, there are far worse alternate realities to be faced with than a nice daughter.”
"Nice?" TJ's smile was sharp. "You don't know me too well just yet." She was hoping that 'yet' was right; Kurt wasn't her father, but she wanted to get to know him anyway. He was as close to family as she was going to get without hitting up the Brotherhood, apparently.
Kurt waved a hand. “Ach, I can tell you are nice. I am certain of it.”
"Shut up, you'll make me blush." She was joking, but she was also really pleased. She glanced down for a second, then met his gaze again. "Do you think we could hang out, maybe? I know you're not my dad, but I don't actually know anyone here."
Kurt had thought the answer a given. In his mind, there was no other. "Of course! I may not be your dad, but we are still family." He smiled at TJ, gentle and kind and a little shy. "If, that is, you want to be."
Her smile was a lot wider, enthusiastic and thankful. "Well, we can give it a go.”
“Wunderbar,” Kurt said and now his grin was big too. “Then, welcome to the family.”
