Sparks Fly

It was a sort of right-of-passage for any new member of the X-Men to under go, from mutant student to official team member; it was actually quite an honor. It showed the Professor approved of you, and the X-Men trusted you enough to place their lives in your hands and vice versa. It was an exclusive right some students never achieved-not that they were untalented or untrustworthy, but to be invited to the X-Men meant having that drive, that 'spark' of someone willing and able to risk everything for the protection of others. 

Some of your closest friends, like Peter or Ororo were deemed 'worthy' applicants, you personally never thought the Professor would actually find you as a suitable candidate. But that disappointing belief quickly came shattering down the day you received a subtle schedule change.

The Danger Room was a place that certainly lived up to its namesake-cannons, blasters, flying razor cutters, you name it, was programmed into the training halls beneath the mansion. However, when it came to actual usage, every student, though each taking a specialized course for their powers, all took some version of the same simplistic power defense technique class in there. All were typically mild and safe with little chance of fatality involved.

There are children living here after all.

However, that morning you had been quickly informed in the Professor's office, that your defense course would be changed-starting next week, you would be monitored in a private session in the danger room for mission simulation.

You immediately knew what that meant.

You-Y/N L/N were on your way onto the threshold past 'student' and into 'hero'.

"You-you're serious Professor?" You asked hesitantly.

Xavier nodded understandingly. "Of course Miss L/N, this isn't something I would joke about." He moved towards a pile of papers on his desk. "I've looked over your file for the past few months; you've shown impressive progress using and controlling your power from what I can see in Hank's notes, and from your grades it seems you've also been able to maintain superb academic standing as well."

The professor smiled at you in that way when you were almost certain he had a trick up his sleeve, typically seen right before he projected the thoughts and dreams of a fallen asleep slacker student to the rest of a class when opportunity occurred.

"I have also received a few very kindly worded recommendations for you to be added to our...let's just say 'honor program' here at the institute. However," The smiled faded slightly as he crossed his fingers together and placed them on his chin. "No one is forcing you into anything. If this isn't anything you are possibly comfortable with, I can-

"No!" You bursted from your seat.

"I-uh..." A heat flushed your cheeks at the outburst. "I mean...that won't be necessary Professor." You cleared your throat, and shrunk back down into your chair. "If you will have me, I'm certainly interested, I'm honored! Really. I just want to be prepared is all."

"Yes, I've already taken care of that." Xavier pointed to your new schedule still facing you on the opposing side of his desk. "That is why we'll start you off in a private session. Starting next Monday, Dr McCoy and I will supervise mild mission simulations for you-just so you can ease into this better and we can base where you stand in more distressing circumstances. If all goes well you will begin group sessions with the others." He gave you a big smile as he placed the schedule into your hands.

"Welcome to the X-Men Miss L/N."

There might as well have been tears in your eyes, you felt like your body was a firework ready to spark with joy and explode into millions of fiery flashes. "Thank-You so much Professor!" You beamed, ready to hug the man's neck, if you weren't so fearful about shocking him with your excited, but fidgety fingers.

The piercing sound of a chime hit the room, one reminiscent of a grandfather clock.

"Ah." Xavier noted, wheeling himself out from his desk to position his chair beside yours. "I'm afraid our morning meeting has made us both miss breakfast, my apologies."

You were too excited to be hungry at this point, and brushed it off.

"Nevertheless, I advise you to get plenty of rest this weekend Miss L/N." The professor advised. "Danger Room simulations are very different from Defense Classes. Be prepared to be tested to the best of your abilities."

"Yes sir." You nodded, rising up from your seat. "Thank-You again Professor, have a good morning." You readily walked over towards the office door, practically bouncing on your heels.

"Oh." The professor stopped you before your hand could touch the knob. "One more thing Miss L/N, you should check your room." That was all he said before nodding you back to the door.

You thought it was odd, but then again Professor Xavier had a reputation for cryptic messaging in a few words. So instead you took his advice and ran down to the girls dormitory, electric goosebumps running down your arms. When you arrived back in your own bedroom the high was just now beginning to fade. You were coming to terms with what was going to happen. To be an X-Man! To help people, human and mutant alike, you were going to be doing something important and life altering and-

What was that on your bed?

Your eyes widened. A package. A plain white package with a piece of yellow and black card stock sitting atop it.

You gently took the card off the parcel and read the curling black lettering, ones you could recognize as Dr.McCoy.

"*You will need this for Monday*"

No. Way. A splitting grin grew on your lips, and you could already feel the electric currents hitting off your body. Before you even realized it, you were already ripping open the white cardboard lid and tearing through the yellow tissue paper.

A large fabric X was glaring right back at you.

Your own specialized X men suit.

At the corner of your eye, you could see another piece of paper in the corner, half hidden in the tissue paper. Curious, you grabbed for it, unfolded and read the hand written lines.

"*Welcome Y/N L/N, As I am sure Professor Xavier has informed you already, you have been accepted into the beginnings of X-Men training. In this box you will find a custom training uniform tailored to your specific gifts. Infused in the garment is layers of graphene, a flexible, conductive material made both to deflect regular weaponry and be responsive to your electric abilities....*"

The paper went on into details about the material, the cut, etc. but in all honestly, your patience was wearing too thin already with an itching need to grasp your new training garb. Before now it was just coming to class in regular work out gear like everyone else, now it was a super official, fancy uniform for you. You gasped as your fingertips hit the threads. Why it even felt divine! So soft, yet breathable. With that thought, you dared to pull at the ends; it was so flexible and stretchy and..well if McCoy's letter was anything to go by, you might as well have tried it out.

You breathed, and carefully moved the electric currents down your arms to spread throughout your fingertips-watching with bated breath as tiny fizzes of electricity began to buzz onto your fingers. Immediately, electric sparks left your skin and started bouncing up and down across the suit in a random pattern, almost as though the entire thing were made out of a fabric metal!

"What in the world?" You gasped at the currents move.

BAMF

"I just heard zhe news! And jou've got jour suit too!"

You turned around and was met face to face with your favorite fuzzball's golden eyes. Kurt had been introduced to you through Peter when you first arrived to the institute, and since then had grown to become your closest of companions. He had helped you; gave you a shoulder to cry on in the dark times, and a joke to laugh at in the lightest. The two of you could talk for hours about any and everything that reached your minds. You became a common ground for each other.

A hard couple of *knocks* came at the door.

"Hey, you mind letting us in?" Said someone obnoxiously.

"Y/N the professor just told us a minute ago." Another voice joined. "Congrats!"

Peter and Jubilee.

"Right." You glanced to Kurt and made your way to the door to unlock it and undo the knob mechanic.

"WOAH." Three bodies fell and piled onto the floor with two standing up on the entrance. Peter, Jubilee, and Scott rubbed their heads and scrambled to walk in, with an annoyed Jean and bemused Ororo in tow. Each mutant began filing into your room.

"Please come in." You welcomed sarcastically. "Make yourself at home."

"Let me see it! Let me see it!" Kurt smiled, giddy and bright. If you didn't know any better, one could guess he was more excited for you than you. His tail was wagging rather ecstatically. It made your fingers twitch to catch it.

"Yeah (nickname)." In a whoosh of wind Peter was already reclining on your bed. "Put on that suit and show off that cute lil-"

"Peter!" Jean interjected. "Enough."

The speedster shrugged. "Well I'm not wrong." He smirked. "Ask Kurt."

"Hey!" Kurt huffed, and when you turned around to see him, the lavender in his cheeks was already beginning to spread.

Jubilee gave a marvelous distraction in the form of snatching your package and shoving it into your hands. "Now go change." She demanded, making you quickly drop the box already weak in your grasp.

"Here." Jean squeezed your shoulder. "Try it on." The sweet telepathic bent down, took the garment from the box and draped it over your shoulder, before taking the box itself and placing it on the bed. "If there's any troubles we can get it fixed before your examinations next week."

You nodded-truthfully you hardly spoke to Jean outside of classes, or Scott for that matter, they were more like the 'friends of friends' if anything. Still, at least this showed your entrance into the X Men was starting out smoothly enough.

You made your way to the private bath graciously provided with your bedroom. Despite closing the door, you could still hear the background noise of comments, laughter, shrieks and scolding.

Most of those being from Peter.

Now that you could finally look at the entire piece, a bit of uneasiness crept in. The dark navy suit looked a tad smaller than you originally thought it was in the box. Sure it stretched, but it might be too snug, may show off a little more than you were willing to expose.

"Hey Y/N!" A hard knock hit the door. "Are you done yet? We wanna see!"

You bit your lip. "Just a sec." You cried, with one hand still gripping the small scrap of cloth. With a deep sigh, you grabbed for the shiny belt to unbuckle it. This allowed the middle section to release slightly and give you a chance to slip a foot through top and into the leg hole and pull through.

As you slowly bent and pulled to cover more and more skin with the flexible material you realized just how amazingly comfortable it felt. Despite being so breathable, the fabric was smooth and soft, almost like a silk. Whenever you stretched, the suit followed, as if it were just another layer of your own skin. This would definitely come in handy in combat. You did a quick pull and turn around. Nothing felt caught or scuffed up anywhere. The cuff of your collar had an open slit, which gave your chest more room to breathe, since otherwise it would be too tight. Looking at it on you, you knew the material had to have been some fine, advanced textile, yet it had the picturesque look of leather or vinyl. The entire thing went just short of your ankle, which you would save room for a cute pair of cushy socks and your favorite pair of sneakers.

One last stretch and you were as right as rain. Just in time for another loud knock to disturb your thoughts.

"Y/N!" Peter wailed. "Come out we wanna s-

You smiled as you opened the door and stepped out. "I'm here." Your entire body left the bathroom and the door closed behind you as you stood in front of the small group who had long awaited your arrival for a whole five minutes.

"Woah." Peter took a step back, giving you room to move and all while holding the biggest grin on his face.

"Well?" You said expectantly. "Comments? Concerns?"

"Do a turn!" Peter shouted. With a roll of your eyes, you humored him and gave a quick turn-around for all to see.

"Everything fit alright?" Jean asked. "Nothing too tight or loose?"

Jubilee snorted. "Please! She looks great!" She beamed. "That suit totally brings out your figure Y/N."

Ororo spoke up, McCoy's note in her hand. "The letter said your suit is an electric conductive. Why not try it out a little?"

"Uh, that might not be the best idea." Scott murmured. "The Danger Room will be the best place to try out anything severe. Take it from me, my first try with X-Men gear ended up with a century old tree getting burned down."

"Scott, I think the professor has forgiven you by now." Jean commented.

You shook your head. "That's all well and good." You gestured to your new outfit. "But, my suit-all good then?"

There were nods and Peter wolf whistles all around. Except for one. Everyone had at least something to say to you, but the one's whose approval meant the most to you was unnaturally silent. When you looked in your fuzzball's direction, Kurt was keeping his eyes circling around the room, from your nightstand, to the roof, your desk, the window-pretty much everywhere but where you were standing, and nothing was coming out of his mouth. With a clearing of your throat you took a dare.

"K-Kurt?" You mumbled. "Any thoughts from you?"

At the sound of his name, his gaze shot down. Now he was having a staring contest with the floor. "Jou...look..nice." He muttered under his breath.

A lump formed in your throat. "Is something wrong with it?" You asked.

Scott gave the elf a quick nudge to the rib with his elbow. Finally, Kurt darted his eyes to you and you forced yourself a smile, only instead of gesturing to the outfit, you instead hugged your arms to your chest shyly.

Kurt shook his head. "No, its not like that." He took in a breath. "Its just...surprising to see jou in a uniform is all-it looks gutt!" He added quickly. "Just a little unexpected. But jou look wunderbar. Really." His little half-smile showed off one of his fangs and you couldn't help but smile back and relax your shoulders a little bit. Kurt did have that effect on you.

"You think so?" A questioning giggle bubbled out of you.

"Ja! Of course." Kurt nodded with a chuckle of his own.

Slowly the laughs died down and your face felt warmer. Meanwhile, Kurt held your gaze, as you tried to steady your breathing. Why were you acting so nervous?

"Um, I think we should go." Peter's voice broke through the warm silence. "Give these two some room."

"Shut up Peter." Someone mumbled, though you weren't sure who.

"Ve should, uh..." Kurt replied sheepishly. "Let jou get changed then."

You blinked, slightly dased. "Yeah...right, well I-I'll uh, just do that then." With a turned heel you quickly darted back into the bathroom.

"Dude you got it, and you got it bad."

Kurt could only stink eye Scott for a second before groaning back an "I know." and slumping in defeat onto the couch.

The small group huddled together into one of the parlor rooms downstairs. After Y/N showed off her new suit, it became a silent unanimous decision to leave the poor girl's room before either she or Kurt died from the awkwardness. But now that there was some distance, the poor blue mutant became free game for the teasing/scolding of his peers.

Originally it was Scott who pried his 'secret' crush out of him a month ago-though everyone else had their suspicions. According to Ororo his 'subtly' was nonexistent.

"Then ask her out already!" Jubilee cried. "Its clear she likes you. And you like her so just-" She huffed and stomped her foot. "get together so thatwecantotallyshipandsquealandwatchyouhavebeautifulbluebabiestogether!"

Kurt blinked. "I-uh I didn't understand a vord of zhat."

"I did but I really wish I didn't." Peter chimed in.

Jean could only nod.

"Besides guys, Y/N is wunderbar, but zhere's no vay she sees me zhe vay I do." Kurt said.

Ororo rolled her eyes. "Kurt, take it from someone who hangs out with the two of you on a constant basis, she likes you. You've never picked up on how sweet she is on you?"

His golden eyes narrowed. "Y/N is nice to me, but zhat's because she's a nice person." The nightcrawler explained. "Zhat's not proof zhat she likes me. Vhat vould make her vant me out of anyvone else here?"

"Okay, first off-" Peter interjected, whooshing over to sit himself beside Kurt. "Y/N can be a nice person, and she can also fry my favorite pair of sneakers into a rubber puddle. So that doesn't fly."

Peter also chose to ignore the sounds of Kurt mumbling. "Jou probably deserved it."

Suddenly Peter was on the opposite side of him. "Second thing-man you gotta cut yourself some slack here." With a whoosh Peter was facing Kurt. "Look, you are what we call a 'nice guy' type" He used his fingers as quotation marks. "And lucky for you, that makes you her type." A silver gloved finger poked at the blue elf's chest.

"Vhat?" Kurt huffed, pushing him away. "Fuzzy and blau?"

"No Kurt." Jean pushed past Peter. "Sweet, and sincere, careful, and playful. You're really a catch." The telepathic smiled. "Look, if it makes you feel better, we'll all help you."

Scott quirked an eye. "We will?"

This was followed by a kick from Jean and a shrill "Ouch!"

"You just gotta spend more time together." She continued despite Scott pouting with his arms crossed. "Bond, be subtle...You can let her know you like her, without necessarily having to say it."

"Yeah, clue her in." Jubilee added with a sparkle to her eyes. "Girls love it when you show how much you're in to them."

But the fuzzball still looked unconvinced. "I don't believe I understand jou."

Jean shrugged. "You know, compliments, spending time together, helping her with stuff."

"Some intimate touched." Peter added with a wiggled eyebrow.

Scott nodded. "Showing off some charm."

"Buying her presents!" Jubilee cried. "Stuff she really likes so she knows you care."

Ororo just shrugged. "I still say he just tell her. No reason to over complicate in my opinion."

"I zhink I am understanding now." Kurt nodded to his companions. "And now zhat zhe Professor is letting her train, it vill be easier right?"

"Yeah." Peter chimed. "That love letter of a recommendation you turned in was practically a confession all on its own."

Scott eyed him. "Uh, didn't you also recommend her?"

"Yeah but I didn't take write three pages full."

Kurt blushed at the memory. "Vell, vhat can I say." He shrugged. "I have it bad, ya know."