Unwilling Weapon

Panicking Princess In Paris

The morning after the team's return from Hawaii, there was a distinct absence at coffee, and it took Kate a little while to figure out what it was. But when she did...

"Where'd Logan run off to?" she asked Kurt over the top of her second cup of coffee.

"North," Kurt replied. He sounded tired as he set down his own coffee in front of himself and shook his head. "He lasted a lot longer than I could have given him credit for. Usually he does this at least three times a year."

Kate did the math in her head quickly. "Yeah. Over a year with no running out — he must like me," she teased.

"I think it's a combination of a lot of people he likes," Kurt replied diplomatically, though he couldn't help but kiss her for the sentiment. "Besides, it's been busy. Busy enough to keep him around."

"So what chased him off? He doesn't like weddings?" Kate asked curiously.

"I think it was the encounter with Sinister," Kurt admitted. He let out a long, weary sigh. "He has a special dislike for that man, and it seems to take it out of him when they meet up. I think the only reason he didn't go last time we encountered him was because he had other things to do."

"Well, he did take us to that cabin," Kate pointed out as she leaned on his arm.

"Yes, and he did run the woods for a little while," Kurt agreed as he tipped his head to the side to steal a quick kiss.

"So how long do you think he'll be gone?" Kate asked with the beginnings of a mischievous smirk when the kiss broke. "I'm just asking how much time I have to work with to mess with him later." A couple of the bamfs were seated on the kitchen table, kicking their legs over the edge, but at the prospect of messing with Logan, their heads came up, and they started to giggle delightedly, nodding their agreement and excitement.

"No telling," Kurt replied, with half an eye on the little imps nearby. "Sometimes it's just a few days — but he's disappeared for months at a time too." At that, the bamfs visibly pouted, and one of them stuck his tongue out at Kurt for raining on their parade.

"Well, that's no fun if he's gone that long," Kate said with a frown. "I was hoping he'd help me out with some sword training next week."

"I can teach you sword work," Kurt offered, the smile returning to his face in full force at the prospect. "Not katanas, but swords nonetheless."

She kissed his cheek and grinned. "I know you can," she told him. "And I'd love it. But you are a very distracting teacher."

"I'll wear my inducer and speak with a bad Amer'can ac-cent," he said with a horrible drawl, demonstrating his point by doing so just to make her smile.

She giggled and just couldn't help but kiss him for his theatrics. "And you'd win every match from me laughing too hard," she teased. "But ... I do want to learn the dual wield. If you've got time. It looks fun."

"For you? I've got all the time in the world," Kurt replied with a grin. "And we might even work with swords."

She laughed outright and snaked one arm around his waist. "It's a date then," she said and then grinned impishly. "Teach me, Professor Wagner."

"Oh, don't do that," he replied with a little growl, shaking his head sternly. "None of that."

"Oh, but you look so cute with the tweed jacket and the elbow patches," she said, only grinning wider. "All scholarly."

"I look cute most of the time," Kurt replied with a cocky little grin. "But I don't need the 'professor' nonsense."

"Would you prefer 'Professor Elf'? Because that's what it says on your door," she teased.