Shared Lives (Nightcrawler x reader)

Him

As I walked up to the school, I marveled at the different abilities I saw in the schoolyard. This one girl had sparks coming from his hands, and a guy was shooting frisbees out of the air with this laser that was coming from his eyes. They seemed like fun, so I reminded myself to talk to them later. This professor dude led me through the school to an elevator, and we went down to what seemed to be a laboratory. Pausing, Charles said "Are you easily nauseated?"

"No," I stated firmly.

The professor nodded, continuing onwards. Opening another door, we came upon a burly man with blue fur covering his entire body. Startled, he turned around, shock quickly becoming embarrassment. "Professor! I-I wasn't expecting to see you so soon!" The man turned to me. "Hi. I'm Hank." Hank shook my hand firmly, smiling. "You must be Y/N. Sorry about my appearance. I normally look relatively normal, but I haven't taken my meds yet today." I smirked a bit.

"I'm at a school for mutants. If I get startled by this then what kind of mutant am I?" Hank was caught off guard by my statement, looking flustered.

"But- I- Um..." He fumbled, looking for something to say. Seeming to remember something, he changed the subject. "You're here for Kurt. Right. This way." And with that he turns and brings us to yet another room. I gasped, not ready for what I saw.

In this place there was what seemed to be a suspension tank, filled with a clear gel, slightly tinted blue from the person suspended within it. A shirtless teenager with dark blue skin was floating within the liquid, multiple sensors attached to his body and an oxygen mask covering his nose and mouth. A thin dark blue tail extended from his backside, as long as the boy was tall, that ended in a thin spade. A hole went though his chest, making it so one could see through him all the way to the other wall of the tank. Multiple different robotic arms reached from the ceiling and the floor of the tank, designed in a way so that they would be able to move around the boy easily. They were currently inactive, however, as if they were waiting for a command.

"What... what happened to him?" I asked, horrified. Did he get blasted with a laser or something?

"He accidentally teleported in front of Scott in the danger room." Charles explained. "The lasers pierced through him completely, cauterizing the wound as it was made." He was actually blasted with a laser. Wow.

"And... why did I need to see this?" I asked, fearing the answer.

He turned towards me. "With the help of Cerebro, I found your mutant signature a few years ago. I left you alone, seeing as your power was one that you probably wouldn't discover without extremely specific circumstances." Looking at Kurt, the professor continued. "However, the minute after Kurt's death, Jean had the vision you saw earlier, which is why I had to interfere in your life. Somehow, Kurt's absence causes that. So we need to bring him back. However, his body is currently not suitable to hold a soul." Charles turned back to me. "That's where you come in. Your mutation allows you to host and adapt to another soul for long periods of time. What we need is for you to host Kurt's soul (host Kurt's soup. No, phone. That's not what I want) so that we can successfully repair his body."

I sighed. "So what do I do?"

Charles looked at me. "You're just going to do it?"

"It's either that or be the cause of the death of the human race." Charles chuckled at my explanation. I continued. "Of course, this is if I can actually succeed in activating my powers. So, what do I do?"

"I believe you have to connect with him emotionally. Find a strong enough memory that matches one of your own." Charles gestured at the tank, and I walk up to it hesitantly. Taking one last look back at the professor, I put my hand up against the tank.

I found myself in a dark space, surrounded with what looked like pictures. Upon closer inspection, I realized they were memories, frozen in time.

I started at the most recent one. Watching it play out, I realized it was the scene in which he died. He didn't feel anything, thankfully. The scene disappeared after he teleported yet again. Going backwards, I inspected his memories one by one, looking for a strong enough memory to try and use. There was his most recent battle, of corse, but there was no way I had anything to relate to that, so I skipped it. His first time at the mall was pretty strong, but it didn't feel strong enough. I went back even further when I found something I didn't expect.

"Circus tents..." many of his memories from this point back were in circus tents. Did he grow up in the circus? I inspected the first of these memories I came across, and they seemed rather weak, but as I went farther back, his circus memories became really strong. I stopped at the strongest of them, remembering a day I didn't want to think about.

"Hey Y/N, come look at the baby pigs!"

"They're so cute! And there's some baby chickens too!"

"There's elephants! They're so tall!"

"Mom there's a mirror place! Let's go in!"

I closed my eyes, suppressing the once happy memory. Opening my eyes again, I jumped, finding myself face to face with the boy who's memories I had just been searching. "Can you not do that?" I almost yelled, holding my hand to my heart in an attempt to calm down.

"I... didn't do anything." Kurt said, confused. "How did I get here? Who are you?" He sounds foreign. German, maybe?

"I brought you here." I shook his hand, noticing it only had three fingers. Probably was too distracted by the hole in his chest to notice earlier. "Y/N L/N. I'm sorry I had to do this, but we need you alive. Which is why I'm here."

Kurt crossed his arms, seemingly opposed to his revival. Religious? Or maybe a bad life. I wouldn't blame him either way. "And why do you need to bring me back?"

"You being alive somehow prevents an apocalypse." Seeing his disbelieving look, I sighed, annoyed I had to do this once again. "Fine. Let's do this the hard way. Give me your hand." Once again I had his three digit hand clasped in my own. Let's hope this works.

I was back in the vision Jean had shown me before, but this time Kurt was in the scene with me. I watched the scene with dismay while Kurt looked on in terror, seeing the meteors and shrapnel I had seen once before. When I had had enough I let go of Kurt, bringing us back into the dark space we were in before.

"All of that happens... just because I died?" Kurt was traumatized, probably even more than I was at first, since it happens because of him, in a way. Poor guy. Must be feeling horrible.

I didn't bother to answer the question. "We need you back as soon as possible. Please." Kurt nodded, grasping my hand once more. And with one last thought, we were gone.