Disclaimer: Own X-Men, I do not. Own this story, I do.
Notes: I wrote this last night at ten while listening to Hellogoodbye. It's short and to the point. (Whatever you think that point is!)
"What are you doing here?" I'd asked her gruffly, and maybe a bit too snotty for my taste. She glanced up at me.
"Same question to you," she replied, just as saucily as she'd cussed out Juggernaut on Alcatraz. I settled down next to her, but not close, on the park bench.
"Catching pigeons and selling them on E-Bay," I said without an inch of sarcasm. "You?"
"Watching idiots come by," she looked at me pointedly. She pushed her hair back, hair she'd cut and highlighted so it looked completely different. There was a pause for a while in the conversation (if you could call it that) and then I stood up.
"It's almost midnight."
"So? I plan on staying here for a good while."
"It's midnight." I had absentmindedly been flicking my old lighter open and closed and I knew it was annoying her because the corner of her mouth started to twitch. Without too much of a warning, she phased her hand through mine and grabbed the lighter. Kitty leaned back in the bench looking quite pleased with herself. In response, I started walking away. I pulled a pair of mirrored sunglasses over my eyes even though it was dark, just because I wanted to see her reaction. Dumbfounded. As stupidified as a turtle. I took the glasses off as I heard footsteps coming after me.
"Okay, so you don't care if I take the lighter," she muttered. I snatched it from her.
"Of course I care, I just had to get it back without trouble," I smirked and she was close to flipping me off.
"Jerk."
"To some people, maybe."
"Oh, like not to Mystique?" She knew what she was implying and I had to stop walking to keep myself from barfing.
"Ol' Blue? Ugh. If you ever give me that image again, I swear, you'll loose your hair, Kitty-cat."
"Myyyysssttiiqueeee wants you, John…" she drug the torture out and I shot her a death glare. I flicked the lighter on and held the flame dangerously close to a strand of hair. She stuck her tongue out at me, "Fine, no more comments."
There was a pause.
"Magggnnnettooo…, John. Maaagggneeeetooo…"
"I hate you, you know that? Pervert."
"Just picture it!"
"I'd really rather not. Seriously. You picture it, sicko."
"Your accent's coming back, a bit, Py."
"Bull dust," I glared at her, well aware of that fact anyway. She was having a wonderful time teasing me, that one was for sure.
We kept walking for a while; I wasn't sure why. Neither of us said anything and I think we almost made it all the way around the park before she yawned and her eyelids fluttered and she said, "I've got to go. Maybe I'll see you one other time in the future." She bounded off, her hair sashaying back and forth against her back as she did.
"The far future, Kitty-cat," I whispered after her fading figure.
RTD: The end! Maybe I'll have something more substantial up later on.