Author's Note- So, I've seen all these fics where Rogue is all alone in the
mansion I've decided to write my own, with Kitty. Also, I'm doing the same
thing with the age that I did before, Kitty is seventeen.
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Day One
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Fall on real life
Is anybody left there sane?
If we slide on over and accept fate
Then it's bound to be a powerful thing
-Matchbox Twenty
~*~
"You sure you want to stay here?" Ororo asked.
"Not a question of wanting to," Kitty said and coughed. "I'd be miserable."
"But we're going three days," Ororo said. "I hate the thought of you here all alone when you're sick. Maybe I should stay."
"I'll be fine," Kitty said suppressing another cough. "I don't want any of you to miss out on this, I'm just going to sleep all day."
"She's right," Rogue said coming in to get her last bag. She walked over to Kitty and taking off a glove casually. "And if she doesn't rest I can guarantee a longer rest period when we get back." She looked at her roommate. "Understood, sugah?"
"Yes, ma'am!" Kitty said saluting mockingly before dissolving into more coughs. "Now go on! Get going. I'll be fine. I have everyone's cell phone number if I need it."
"Very well," Ororo said. "We'll see you in a few days."
"Bye!" Kitty called after the older woman.
Rogue handed her the box of tissues. "Take care of yourself, Kit."
"I will," Kitty yawned. "Have a good time."
"Plan on it," Rogue said waving as she left. Kitty snuggled deep into her blanket and listened to the sounds of the others leaving as she drifted off to sleep.
Late that night
Pete Wisdom looked up at the mansion and shook his head. "Not tryin' to blend in at all are they?" he muttered beginning his walk up the stairs. He shouldered his duffle bags and knocked. He paused before knocking again then tried the bell. The door flew open knocking him backwards.
He soon saw a woman leaning over him. "Oh my God, I am so sorry," she gasped. "Are you okay?"
"Are ya tryin' to kill me?" he demanded.
"No," she said helping him to his feet. "I didn't think you'd be standing right behind the door. I didn't, like, hurt you, did I?"
"Look at the bloody knot on me head and answer that question on your own," he snapped. She looked at his head and gingerly touched his forehead.
"I am so sorry," she said.
"Look, just take me to professor Xavier," he said picking his bags back up.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine, bloody twit, I just need to get out of the cold and talk to the professor." She stared up at him with her eyes narrowed. "What?"
"You could try to be a little nicer."
"You nearly knocked me out!"
"I apologized!"
"Just show me in. It's freezing out here."
"Whatever," she said reopening the door and walking in. He followed her. He quickly noticed that she was sick by her shivering and the way she hugged the blanket to herself. "The professor isn't home."
"He's not?"
Kitty shook her head sitting on the stairs and pulled the blanket closer. "No."
"Home all alone?"
"Yes."
Pete snorted. "You should never answer that question like that, little twit."
"You can't touch me," Kitty said phasing her hand through the stair post in demonstration.
"Katherine Pryde," Pete guessed.
"How'd you know my name?"
"From the records. Before you ask, I can't say anything. I have a meeting with the professor in three days. I had to leave early."
"They'll be back in time for your meeting," Kitty said and sneezed before pulling out a tissue. She walked into the kitchen grabbing a banana and eating it quickly.
"What am I supposed to do until then?" Pete asked.
"There's a nice hotel up the street," Kitty offered before going into a fit off coughing. He looked at her for a few seconds before taking out his cell phone and dialing a number. He spoke for several minutes before handing the phone to Kitty who had nearly fallen asleep on the counter. "Hello?"
"Kitty," the professor said.
"Professor?" Kitty asked sitting up a little.
"I apologize for not telling you earlier," he told her. "The meeting wasn't scheduled until we planned on b being back but I should have anticipated the chance that he would arrive before we got back." Kitty glanced at the number seeing that it was his cell phone.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked stifling a cough.
"Just let him stay in Scott's room until we arrive."
"Fine," Kitty murmured.
"Are you all right, Katherine?"
"Peachy," Kitty said. "Bye-bye, professor." She hung up. "Take your phone and let me die in peace."
"Not so fast, kid," Pete said pulling her up. She groaned in annoyance. "First show me to my room."
"Can't you just leave me alone?"
He smiled pulling her up the stairs. "No."
"I want to sleep."
"So do I."
Kitty pointed to a door. "That's your room."
"Where's yours?" he asked.
"Somewhere in this hall," Kitty said looking around. Pete frowned touching her forehead.
"Jesus, kid, you're burning up."
"That's why I wanna sleep." She sighed leaning against him. "I'm tired, and it's so cold."
"Show me where your room is and you can sleep." She pointed vaguely down the hall.
"That way."
"Thanks, that helps." He lifted her up carrying her bride/groom style down the hall until he found an open room. "This it?" She nodded groggily. He laid her in one of the beds and tucked her in. "There, now you can sleep."
She smiled sleepily. "Thank you, Mr. British Guy." Pete raised an eyebrow. "You know, you, like, have really pretty eyes."
"I think your fever is causing you to hallucinate," Pete smiled. "G' night." He left the room, looking back and smiling as she snuggled into the blankets and drifted off to sleep.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Day One
~*~
Fall on real life
Is anybody left there sane?
If we slide on over and accept fate
Then it's bound to be a powerful thing
-Matchbox Twenty
~*~
"You sure you want to stay here?" Ororo asked.
"Not a question of wanting to," Kitty said and coughed. "I'd be miserable."
"But we're going three days," Ororo said. "I hate the thought of you here all alone when you're sick. Maybe I should stay."
"I'll be fine," Kitty said suppressing another cough. "I don't want any of you to miss out on this, I'm just going to sleep all day."
"She's right," Rogue said coming in to get her last bag. She walked over to Kitty and taking off a glove casually. "And if she doesn't rest I can guarantee a longer rest period when we get back." She looked at her roommate. "Understood, sugah?"
"Yes, ma'am!" Kitty said saluting mockingly before dissolving into more coughs. "Now go on! Get going. I'll be fine. I have everyone's cell phone number if I need it."
"Very well," Ororo said. "We'll see you in a few days."
"Bye!" Kitty called after the older woman.
Rogue handed her the box of tissues. "Take care of yourself, Kit."
"I will," Kitty yawned. "Have a good time."
"Plan on it," Rogue said waving as she left. Kitty snuggled deep into her blanket and listened to the sounds of the others leaving as she drifted off to sleep.
Late that night
Pete Wisdom looked up at the mansion and shook his head. "Not tryin' to blend in at all are they?" he muttered beginning his walk up the stairs. He shouldered his duffle bags and knocked. He paused before knocking again then tried the bell. The door flew open knocking him backwards.
He soon saw a woman leaning over him. "Oh my God, I am so sorry," she gasped. "Are you okay?"
"Are ya tryin' to kill me?" he demanded.
"No," she said helping him to his feet. "I didn't think you'd be standing right behind the door. I didn't, like, hurt you, did I?"
"Look at the bloody knot on me head and answer that question on your own," he snapped. She looked at his head and gingerly touched his forehead.
"I am so sorry," she said.
"Look, just take me to professor Xavier," he said picking his bags back up.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine, bloody twit, I just need to get out of the cold and talk to the professor." She stared up at him with her eyes narrowed. "What?"
"You could try to be a little nicer."
"You nearly knocked me out!"
"I apologized!"
"Just show me in. It's freezing out here."
"Whatever," she said reopening the door and walking in. He followed her. He quickly noticed that she was sick by her shivering and the way she hugged the blanket to herself. "The professor isn't home."
"He's not?"
Kitty shook her head sitting on the stairs and pulled the blanket closer. "No."
"Home all alone?"
"Yes."
Pete snorted. "You should never answer that question like that, little twit."
"You can't touch me," Kitty said phasing her hand through the stair post in demonstration.
"Katherine Pryde," Pete guessed.
"How'd you know my name?"
"From the records. Before you ask, I can't say anything. I have a meeting with the professor in three days. I had to leave early."
"They'll be back in time for your meeting," Kitty said and sneezed before pulling out a tissue. She walked into the kitchen grabbing a banana and eating it quickly.
"What am I supposed to do until then?" Pete asked.
"There's a nice hotel up the street," Kitty offered before going into a fit off coughing. He looked at her for a few seconds before taking out his cell phone and dialing a number. He spoke for several minutes before handing the phone to Kitty who had nearly fallen asleep on the counter. "Hello?"
"Kitty," the professor said.
"Professor?" Kitty asked sitting up a little.
"I apologize for not telling you earlier," he told her. "The meeting wasn't scheduled until we planned on b being back but I should have anticipated the chance that he would arrive before we got back." Kitty glanced at the number seeing that it was his cell phone.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked stifling a cough.
"Just let him stay in Scott's room until we arrive."
"Fine," Kitty murmured.
"Are you all right, Katherine?"
"Peachy," Kitty said. "Bye-bye, professor." She hung up. "Take your phone and let me die in peace."
"Not so fast, kid," Pete said pulling her up. She groaned in annoyance. "First show me to my room."
"Can't you just leave me alone?"
He smiled pulling her up the stairs. "No."
"I want to sleep."
"So do I."
Kitty pointed to a door. "That's your room."
"Where's yours?" he asked.
"Somewhere in this hall," Kitty said looking around. Pete frowned touching her forehead.
"Jesus, kid, you're burning up."
"That's why I wanna sleep." She sighed leaning against him. "I'm tired, and it's so cold."
"Show me where your room is and you can sleep." She pointed vaguely down the hall.
"That way."
"Thanks, that helps." He lifted her up carrying her bride/groom style down the hall until he found an open room. "This it?" She nodded groggily. He laid her in one of the beds and tucked her in. "There, now you can sleep."
She smiled sleepily. "Thank you, Mr. British Guy." Pete raised an eyebrow. "You know, you, like, have really pretty eyes."
"I think your fever is causing you to hallucinate," Pete smiled. "G' night." He left the room, looking back and smiling as she snuggled into the blankets and drifted off to sleep.