So, I guess I'm another one of those people that loved the implications of BobbyxKitty that DOFP offered, so these are just my expansions of what I wished happened. It's also a look through Kitty's memories at what she got up to from between The Last Stand and DOFP.
The title is inspired (obviously) by M83, cause I just felt like it fit the pair really well. I can't really promise speedy updates, as my mind tends to jump around, thus not allowing me to write things in order, but I did write up an entire timeline starting where The Last Stand left off, so I think that'll be useful. Please let me know what you think, as encouragement does wonders to my ego and usually gives me more incentive to write faster.
Disclaimer: I obvs don't own, lol.
Bobby Drake's worried looks were driving Kitty insane. Professor X had brought up the trip to the past only an hour before, and they had been discussing and outlining the plan for the past sixty minutes. She could feel his eyes on the side of her face, burning holes into her skin.
"Logan?" Professor X spoke, snapping the large man from the reverie he seemed to have fallen into.
"Mm, yeah?"
"Are you sure about this?" the professor's authoritative tone softened as he looked onto one of his most difficult pupils. Kitty knew that if Logan were to voice his concerns he'd prefer to do it in private. The Wolverine and Shadowcat became surprisingly close friends at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, but Kitty pulled away and headed down a concrete corridor, wanting time alone to mentally prepare for the task ahead of her.
"We need Logan back," Kitty overheard Storm say to Professor X. He had only returned two months ago, with a surprisingly docile Magneto in tow, but the anti-mutant supporters were growing more and more violent. War was on the horizon, and Kitty understood their need for Wolverine to return.
After the events of the Dark Phoenix and battle at Alcatraz a few years earlier, Logan had disappeared. There were rumours around the school of him having gone off and finally picking a fight he didn't win, or getting captured by Trask Industries, but Kitty didn't believe in idle gossip. He had told her once about the cabin in Canada where he went when things got a bit too rocky; and she could understand his need for solitude, especially after the deaths of Jean and Professor X. Well, supposed death on the part of Charles Xavier.
"Hey, Kitty, what's up?" Kitty's head whipped up, and she shifted uncomfortably as she realized that Bobby Drake had just caught her eavesdropping. She gave him a guilty grin, but remained silent, nodding towards the slightly ajar door.
"Hm," he murmured after a few moments, "So, they really think this will be war, eh?"
Kitty laughed quietly, "You'll fit right in with the Canadians, 'eh?' I should bring you with me," immediately she sobered up, "And of course this is war. You heard about the Mexico-U.S. wall. Everyone knows its true purpose."
"You're going to go look for him? You know he might not even be there," Bobby sounded resigned rather than irritated, and Kitty could tell that he had guessed her plan the moment he had walked down those steps. The boy could read her like a book, and sometimes she wished he couldn't.
"I can take care of myself, Bobby," she bit out.
"Oh, I know you can," he sighed, a hand reaching out to smooth back a bit of her hair, but then his tone grew playful, "Can you even cross the border at eighteen?"
Kitty's brows furrowed together, "Uh…"
"I'm messing with you, Kit, you can."
She gave him an accusatory look, "You've been planning for this as well," his hand flew up to his own hair, messing up the sandy locks. Boy-code for guilty. Even Kitty knew that one.
"I might've. But, hey! The drinking age in Alberta is eighteen, so you can party all you want with Logan."
"Yech," she made a face, "Not with Logan, my God, and anyways, I'm pretty sure I'm headed for B.C. instead… But, seriously, Bobby, do you want to come help me?"
Bobby sighed, "I want to help, of course, but I don't know if that would be a good idea right now."
"Ah." Bobby and Rogue's relationship had been off and on for the past several years, ever since the Dark Phoenix, especially with Rogue wanting to find the cure that there had been rumours about, existing in Boston. Bobby didn't like it. He was determined that it was a ploy, created by the pure humans to lure mutants into their grasps. Kitty was ashamed to say that she agreed with him.
"I'm sor-"
"No," she cut him off, "No, it's okay. I understand."
"When are you leaving?"
"No time like the present, right?" Bobby's eyes softened.
"You think Professor X is going to try to stop you?" he asked, nodding towards the door.
Kitty bit her lip, "I'm hoping their conversation stays stimulated enough that he won't notice me slip away… If all else fails, I'll rely on you though."
"Oh no," he groaned, "For what?"
Her grin resembled a shark's, "A distraction."
Kitty had left an hour later. The meeting had just ended, but Bobby stayed true to his word, running into the professor's office just as everyone was standing to leave.
"Peter and John are scrapping out in the courtyard!" Storm glared down at the floor, muttering something about idiotic behaviour before sweeping out of the room.
Kitty had hurried from the mansion, catching the first Greyhound that would take her up to Vancouver. After several days of hitchhiking through the lush rain forests of British Columbia, she finally got her first sign.
"Is there something I can help you with?" he was native by the looks of it, and probably only a few years older than Kitty herself, with long hair and wide shoulders.
"Er, yes, I think so. I have a friend that mentioned owning a cabin out in these parts, I- well, you wouldn't know about any around here, would you?"
The man looked thoughtful, before nodding, "I would. Does this friend have a name?"
"Logan." Kitty watched as the man's facial expressions changed, finally deciding on distrustful.
"I'll take you there, but I know that he isn't going to be home," Kitty swore, this whole trip was for nothing, "How do you know Logan?"
"I sort of go to school with him, I guess. He's a friend." she watched as the tension left his body, and he seemed to relax.
"Well, then, it's your choice if you still want to go. His cabin's been burnt down to the ground." Kitty turned cold, her breath leaving her lungs with a whoosh. "There's no body, my brother and I checked, but we don't know where he's gone."
"I still want to go."
"Alright, then, it's a whole day's hike, so c'mon back to mine and we can head out in the morning. Unless you'd prefer to find a motel, that is?"
"No, that will be fine with me."
"In that case, I'm James Proudstar."
"Kitty Pryde."