Title: Where the Heart Is
Fandom: X-men
Pairing: Pryde/Wisdom
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: 090 Home
Summary: Pete realizes something.
A/N: This is the corniest thing ever. I apologize. However, the prompt asks for corn, so I responded in kind.Sorry.
He's on his way back from a free-lance mission. This one took him to Peru for about two weeks. Two weeks too long, as far as Pryde is concerned, if the phone sex that awaited him at his hotel the night before last is any indication.
He's hot, sweaty, tired and starving. He's got the money in his pocket when the plane lands at Glasgow, but grabbing food would take time, and all he can think about is getting back to Pryde. Back home.
His constant mental checklist grinds to a hault with a sensation that is almost palpable. Home? When the fuck did he start thinking of Muir Island as home?
He hasn't really had a home since his mother left. His dad's home was a tapestry of drunken rants, occasional beatings and lectures that were generally lacking in logic or even in actual subject matter.
He'd never really thought of anywhere as home since. Sure, he'd had a few flats or boltholes here and there, and even bothered to sign a six month lease once in a while. But none of these places have ever really been home. Just the flat, or the hotel room. Once again, he wonders exactly what his relationship with Pryde has done to him.
It's a train ride to Kinross, and then a cab to the docks. Once he gets out of the cab and he hails down their regular boatman, it takes a small bribe to get the man to take him to Muir Island at this time of night, but Mac is a saint at the end of it all, and Pete's back on the frozen island before he knows it, the grass crunching underneath his feet with the frost that'll be full-blown in the morning.
He slides in through the front door, typing his personal access code into the security monitor, and thanking whatever deities exist that the tempremental system hasn't decided to reject it tonight. He doens't feel like dealing with the rest of the spandex birgade until after he's had a shower. Preferably with Kitty if she's still awake.
She isn't. Even though, he knows she's going to wake up when he goes into the bathroom, he does it all as quietly as he can, slipping into bed without bothering to pull on pyjamas, his hair still wet.
She rolls over as soon as he's settled, and she throws an arm around his waist, snuggling up under his chin. He smiles to himself, tucking his arm around her back in return. She sighs.
"Welcome home, Wisdom."
"Good to be home, Pryde." He still has no idea when this became home, but as long as Pryde's here, he reckons he can live with it.