A/N *Grin* Voilà, the first masterpiece of the Rabbit-Who-Names-Her-Livejournal-After-Her-Future-Book. The Rabbit is a borderline-rabid shipper of the hetero, fem, and slashy pairings she deems to be true, from EvoVerse Tabby/Amara, to Storm/Wolverine and Remy/Rogue, all the way to EvoVerse Toad/Nightcrawler and Pietro/Evan! The Rabbit is fond of criticism from her betters, for one day she seeks wealth from her writing. (Very fond) (I am a masochist, tà)

So onward and forward to my first dive into this fandom!
(No, I don't always talk like this, I just like to make an entrance, la)

Title: Runaway
Rating: PG
Warnings: Strong language, mentions of substance abuse
Summary: Kurt feels it is what's right. Todd thinks that the bitch can go fuck herself.




“I am looking for Ms. Tolensky?” The voice was male and accented, German, she thought.

“This is her. Who is this?”

“I know your son.” She nearly dropped her pen, grocery list forgotten.

“You know Todd? You know where he is?” She clung to the phone like a lifeline. All these years, and nearly every inch of hope had been slowly chiseled away. Even the police had told her that her son was most likely in a shallow grave or on a slab in a morgue somewhere.

“I think this would be better in person.” She agreed, and he told her to meet him in the coffee shop three blocks away.

When she got there, she spotted him quickly. He was a handsome young man with indigo-dyed hair framing his pale face. “You are Ms. Tolensky?” German, she was sure of it now. She nodded, and sat down.

“And who are you?”

“It is probably better not to say.” Puzzled, but too desperate to question it, she accepted the answer.

“Is my son alive?” The young man nodded. “Is he okay?”

“Ja, he’s okay. Very bad-tempered, and very foul-mouthed, but he is okay.” The boy was trying to make a joke. “If he knew I was here, he would kick my head in.” That one seemed more directed at himself, as he wrapped his long-fingered hands around his coffee cup.

“He knows I’m looking for him?”

“After I told him. I found the flier by accident. He was…angry. He does not want to see you.” The condemnation was a punch to the gut, and it pained her to admit that she understood why he felt that way.

“I’ve been sober for four years.” In truth, it was him running away that made her clean up, the Final Straw. She was such a horrible person her own baby didn’t love her.

“He said that he is,” He seemed to struggle for the correct words, “not giving you any more chances.” She closed her eyes. “He does not want contact. But I could not let you just keep suffering, not after I found out.”

“Are you a friend of his?” She asked, after a moment. The boy froze, chewing his lip before he answered.

“I am his boyfriend.” Thunderstruck, she stared off into space for a moment before blinking back to reality.

“Have you been together long?” She finally choked out, determined to grasp onto any bit of information she could get about her son.

“Nearly a year.” The boy replied, staring at his coffee. “But I’ve known him for several years now.” She nodded.

“But Todd is a…” She let the sentence trail, sure that he already knew. How could Todd hide his tongue, his eyes, and the webs between his fingers?

“So am I.” He reached out a hand and touched hers. She was shocked to feel three furry fingers instead of five smooth ones. He pulled back and pointed to his watch. “This hides it. I look the same, really, only blue and fuzzy.” He laughed softly. “Your son calls me Plush Toy.”

She tried to smile, but it was a lot to take in. “He’s okay? Really?” She asked at last. The boy smiled, and dug a few pictures out of his messenger bag. He passed them over to her.

The first was her son, a few years older, a bit taller, hair longer. There were shadows under his eyes, and his skin was a bit pale. The boy who sat across from her had an arm around his shoulders, making a peace sign at the camera and grinning so hard that his eyes were shut. Her son was smirking, seemingly indulgent of the antics.

The next was obviously on the same day, but this one was her son sprawled out in a tree’s branches, the picture taken from above, a higher branch. He was dozing, the sun dappling over his face and clothes.

The last one was just a profile picture of her son, sitting on the railings of a porch with peeling paint, the nighttime sky beyond him, a cigarette dangling from two of his fingers. His face was slightly turned toward the camera, the eyebrow she could see raised in surprise.

“Could I keep…?”

“Ja, ja, I brought these in case you wanted them.” His phone rang suddenly, and when he checked the ID, he blanched. “I have to take this.” She nodded, staring fondly at the pictures. “Hello? No, I’m uh, in the city. No, I just wanted to go buy something.” She noticed a shopping bag sticking out of his messenger bag. A cover story? “No, I’m not.” There was a smile playing on his face, and her suspicion aroused. “It is not for you. Am I not enough? Well, then you failed the test. No present.” It was flirtatious.

Oh God, that was Todd on the phone!

Before the boy could do anything, she snatched the phone away, the boy trying to get it back without making a scene.

“Yo, Fuzzy, why you quiet?” She breathed, listening to his voice. “Fuzzy, that you?”

“…Todd?” There was silence on the other end, then,

The phone clicked off, and before she could redial, the boy had it back, though how she didn’t know. The phone was seemingly snatched by air for a second before he was stuffing it in his bag and leaving.

“You should not have done that.” He said hurrying away. “He’s going to be so mad! Agh! He will not speak to me for weeks! You have ruined everything!” He accused.

“I wanted to speak to him!”

“You are not listening! He doesn’t want to see you or speak to you! I just wanted to let you know he was okay, but you took it too far! Do you know how hard it is to get him to trust people? Me?” He walked out, and when she rushed onto the sidewalk after him, he had disappeared.
The photos were waiting for her, the people inside making it a point not to look at her as she gathered them up and left.

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“Go the fuck away!” Todd, high up in the tree, turned his head.

“She was worried! I didn’t tell her where you were! I didn’t even tell her my name! I just let her know you were safe!”

“Which is more than she ever deserves to know!” He threw an acorn down at Kurt, who dodged easily. “You just don’t listen dawg! I. Don’t. Want. Her. Fucking clear enough?!” Kurt climbed up into the tree, until he balanced beside Todd.

“She’s sober.” Todd shook his head. “I won’t go again. I just didn’t want her looking for the rest of her life.” Kurt reached out to touch his arm, but Todd shrugged his hand away. Kurt climbed over to Todd’s branch, crouching in front of him.

“You didn’t tell her nothing?” He asked at last, sounding resigned. Kurt shook his head. “Well, Boss-Lady is out of town for tonight.” Kurt grinned, a smile tugging up the corners of Todd’s mouth. “What’d you get me from the city?” Kurt smiled indulgently and fished a CD out of his side pocket.

Todd was still mad. Kurt was still apologetic. Mystique was still going to come very close to killing Todd if she found out. Kurt’s parents still had no idea he was involved with a boy. Todd was still a runaway, a member of the Brotherhood and a chain-smoker.

They kissed, up in the tree, happy and light and in love.


End

A/N Questions? Comments? Declarations of devotion? Contracts taken out on my head? Inform me, please!