Rating: PG-13
Characters: Scott, Kitty,
Summary: Two people find themselves.
Notes: Thank you Alyx! Your beta was wonderful! This is my first angsty fic, be kind!
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Part 1:
She knew it was a bad idea.
He knew they'd only end up hurting the people they
loved.
They both knew they'd do it anyway. They did.
It amazed her, how good it could be.
He'd never had anything like it.
They both knew they couldn't let go of what ever it was they had found.
She knew it was breaking Bobby's heart.
He knew Jean was growing lonely and bitter.
They both knew that hearts would be broken before it ended, but they couldn't stop.
She cried, he cried.
He left, she yelled.
They both remembered.
Kitty graduated from NYU a year ago and returned to Westchester. She, Bobby, Rogue, Jubilee and John joined the team that summer. It was a summer of parties, joy and light. Work at the Academy started in the Fall.
Kitty was assigned most of Jean's teaching schedule so that Jean could devote more of her time to research. The days were hard and long, and the light dimmed to that heavy gold of late autumn afternoons. Missions started too. Missions that began with adrenaline and energy, but ended with blood, tears and utter exhaustion. The light dimmed to the color of midnight.
It was always midnight in Scott's head. Brought on from years of leading before he was truly ready to lead. Brought on by the things he did but hated, and longed to do but couldn't. Midnight came from seeing too much and not being able to do enough. From thinking certain thing and saying the opposite. And despite living in close quarters with two powerful telepaths, they did not seem to notice the dimming of his light.
Kitty missed light. The longing for light was what was destroying her, not the simply the presence of darkness. Bobby didn't notice, sensitive lover though he was. He just assumed that quiet equaled mature and Kitty was a grown up.
After the disastrous mission no one could meet his eyes. Which was just as well because Scott couldn't look them in the eyes either. He needed to escape.
The blackness started to suffocate her after the mission, to cover her with its cool impersonal dryness. She ran to the courtyard, cool, and dark, and barren. She stopped when she saw him.
Scott stood in the center of the courtyard, looking as if he was trying to absorb the starlight.
Kitty pressed close to a wall without phasing through and watched. A weak lamplight flickered above her. Not the kind of light she had been looking for.
Scott sighed, turned. Saw Kitty.
She stood there, crying. Tears coursed gracelessly down her face.
Scott beckoned to her, gathered her in his arms when she reached him. He couldn't just leave her alone, crying in the dark.
Kitty allowed herself to be comforted and wished she knew why she was crying.
Scott stroked her hair and wished he could cry, saying nothing.
Kitty didn't say anything either. The silence between them was the most comforting thing of all.
CHAPTER TWO
Characters: Scott, Kitty,
Summary: Two people find themselves.
Notes: Thank you Alyx! Your beta was wonderful! This is my first angsty fic, be kind!
Feedback, feedback, feedback!
Part 1:
She knew it was a bad idea.
He knew they'd only end up hurting the people they
loved.
They both knew they'd do it anyway. They did.
It amazed her, how good it could be.
He'd never had anything like it.
They both knew they couldn't let go of what ever it was they had found.
She knew it was breaking Bobby's heart.
He knew Jean was growing lonely and bitter.
They both knew that hearts would be broken before it ended, but they couldn't stop.
She cried, he cried.
He left, she yelled.
They both remembered.
Kitty graduated from NYU a year ago and returned to Westchester. She, Bobby, Rogue, Jubilee and John joined the team that summer. It was a summer of parties, joy and light. Work at the Academy started in the Fall.
Kitty was assigned most of Jean's teaching schedule so that Jean could devote more of her time to research. The days were hard and long, and the light dimmed to that heavy gold of late autumn afternoons. Missions started too. Missions that began with adrenaline and energy, but ended with blood, tears and utter exhaustion. The light dimmed to the color of midnight.
It was always midnight in Scott's head. Brought on from years of leading before he was truly ready to lead. Brought on by the things he did but hated, and longed to do but couldn't. Midnight came from seeing too much and not being able to do enough. From thinking certain thing and saying the opposite. And despite living in close quarters with two powerful telepaths, they did not seem to notice the dimming of his light.
Kitty missed light. The longing for light was what was destroying her, not the simply the presence of darkness. Bobby didn't notice, sensitive lover though he was. He just assumed that quiet equaled mature and Kitty was a grown up.
After the disastrous mission no one could meet his eyes. Which was just as well because Scott couldn't look them in the eyes either. He needed to escape.
The blackness started to suffocate her after the mission, to cover her with its cool impersonal dryness. She ran to the courtyard, cool, and dark, and barren. She stopped when she saw him.
Scott stood in the center of the courtyard, looking as if he was trying to absorb the starlight.
Kitty pressed close to a wall without phasing through and watched. A weak lamplight flickered above her. Not the kind of light she had been looking for.
Scott sighed, turned. Saw Kitty.
She stood there, crying. Tears coursed gracelessly down her face.
Scott beckoned to her, gathered her in his arms when she reached him. He couldn't just leave her alone, crying in the dark.
Kitty allowed herself to be comforted and wished she knew why she was crying.
Scott stroked her hair and wished he could cry, saying nothing.
Kitty didn't say anything either. The silence between them was the most comforting thing of all.
CHAPTER TWO