Another Beast in Bayville
A/N: Post-Apocalypse. Little bit of revenge thrown in here. I'm kinda basing it off of an episode of Teen Titans, though there are some significant differences. I'm also trying to organize my thoughts more with this fic, so hopefully the story line will be one that I wont be tired of.
Walking out of the movie theatre arm in arm with her boyfriend Lance, accompanied by her best friends, Kitty Pryde feels at ease. After weeks of planning and fighting against Apocalypse, and finally defeating him, it is nice to return to life as though nothing happened, and as though the rest of the world weren't out to get her and her friends. Tonight feels like just another summer night, they feel just like everyone else.
"Wasn't that movie totally awesome?" Kurt asks, his voice chipper and full of excitement. "Did you see the part where—" "We all saw the same movie," Rogue interrupts, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "We all saw that part," Kitty laughs, and Lance pulls her close. She smiles at him. It's strange to think that she vowed to never have anything to do with him after he shut the boarding house door in her face when she had asked for his help in the fight against Apocalypse. She thought that was the end of it, until she found out that he and the rest of the Brotherhood had hijacked a plane to Mexico so he could fight by her side. After defending the pyramid from Magneto, and walking towards the SHIELD planes arm in arm with him, Kitty knew that she could never be without him. Lance unhooks his harm from Kitty's, slaps a mosquito on his other arm.
"Damn bugs!" he hisses, slapping his jeans and arm once more. Kitty giggles. She knew that Lance didn't like insects, but not to the point where he would slap himself senseless and make passerbys think he's doing some sort of crazy dance. After a few seconds, Lance finally stops his slap dance, and his companions stop laughing. His cheeks tint red from embarrassment. "What? Don't tell me you like getting eaten alive?" Kurt catches his breath, comments that fur makes a good mosquito net, and that Rogue's inability to touch people makes for good bug repellant. "Gee thanks," Rogue says sarcastically. She is very self conscious about having to avoid physical contact.
Lance spazztically slaps a big from his shoulder. Kitty, feeling sympathetic to her boyfriend's needs, places her hand on his arm, and the bugs begin to phase through him, rather than bite. Lance pulls away. "Woah that feels weird!" he says. "That's how it feels when you move through stuff?" Kitty nods, tells him that she's gotten used to it. He pulls her close again, whispers in her ear. "I prefer you solid. It's easier to wrap my arms around you." Kitty blushes. She never knew Lance could be so affectionate. It's nice. Averting his eyes from the cutesy couple, Kurt checks his watch. "Ach! It's already 10:49!" he shouts. "We have to be back at 11!" Lance laughs. "Are you guys gonna turn into pumpkins if you're not home on time?"
"Worse," Rogue says. Lance is unsure what "worse" means, especially coming from a pessimist. He raises an eyebrow quizzically, and looks to his pretty Kitty for clarification. She looks up at him and shrugs. Rogue slaps her forehead. "Logan said he would make us wax the jet if we weren't home on time," she reminds her companions. Kitty gasps, her eye bulging with fear. Waxing the gigantic jet is not how she planned on spending her Saturday. "Well then let's get going," Lance says as the teens huddle around Kurt. He teleports them to Lance's Jeep, leaving a cloud of gray sulfur smoke outside of the movie theatre.
The drive back to the Xavier Institute is stressful. Lance drives as fast as he can, yet not completely ignoring the speed limit. When asked why he isn't moving faster, he says that he cannot afford another ticket. The stress is amplified with every red light. "10:52," Kurt announces. Rogue elbows her brother in the ribs. "You're not helping," she tells him. They all hold their breaths as they wait for the light to change. Sitting in the passenger seat, Kitty feels a sharp prick at the base of her neck. "Ouch," she says, slapping her neck. "Stupid bugs," she mutters, placing her hands back in her lap. "I told you they're evil," Lance says, ruffling her hair before putting the pedal to the metal at the first sign of a green light.
"What time is it now?" Lance asks Kurt over his shoulder. "10:54…and we're still miles away," a groaning Kurt replies. "Oh man, I guess we'd better be prepared to wax the X-Jet." Kitty, Kurt and Rogue sigh heavily. Lance gets an idea. "Hang on," he advises his passengers before turning down a side street suddenly. "Don't kiss your Saturday good-bye just yet." Driving down side streets and back alleys, Lance keeps his foot on the gas pedal. A few swift turns combined with Kitty's phasing the Jeep around corners, the travel time is cut down. "Three minutes," Kurt reminds them, acting as a human timer. "Almost there," Lance says through a clenched jaw.
"Two minutes," Kurt says. Thankfully Lance has turned onto the street that leads to the mansions long, winding driveway. They stop at the gate, and Kitty leans over Lance and pushes the "talk" button. "Hello?" a gruff voice asks on the other end. "Mr. Logan, we're back," she says. She hears laughter on the other end. "Like I said earlier Half-Pint, you all have to be in the building at 11." "We'll be there," she assures him, before climbing back in her seat. The iron rought gates don't open.
"Drive," Kitty tells Lance, placing her hands on the Jeep's body. "What?" Lance asks, staring at the unopen gate. "Just drive. I like, got it covered." Lance does as he is told, and drives through the gate and up the winding driveway to the mansion. Kitty lets go of the car, feeling drained. The mansion gets larger and larger as the teens get closer and closer. "30 seconds," Kurt says as they pull up in between the fountain and entrance way. Rogue and Kurt hop out, run up to the stairs, and try to open the front door. No luck. Logan is standing on the other side, grinning in his own sort of way. "I said you all had to get here at 11," he points out. The color drains from Rogue and Kurt's faces. "Kitty hurry up!" Rogue cries, seeming to interrupt a moment between the two love birds.
"Sorry, I like, gotta go," Kitty says. "I had a lot of fun tonight," she says, before kissing Lance on the cheek and running to the front door. Lance sits in his Jeep, places his hand over his cheek. Kitty turns back and says that she'll call him tomorrow, before Rogue and Kurt grab her and push her through the door. They all fall on the welcome mat, Logan looming over them with his arms crossed over his chest. "Three seconds to spare," he grunts. "Nice work kids." Rogue, Kurt and Kitty cheer and exchange hi-fives. "Now, all of you, get to bed. You've got a Danger Room session in the morning." The cheers fade to groans as the three teens walk up the staircase to their new rooms. "G'night guys!" the shout down the hallway at each other before closing the doors behind them.
Outside of the mansion, a tall muscular figure stands, looking up at the lights of the windows. Particularly, the window of Kitty Pryde. The figure growls as he hears a message from his ear piece. "Did everything go according to plan?" the voice asks. "The nano-sect took," the figure growls. "Right in the spine like you wanted."
"Very nice, Big Foot," the other voice greets. "Now all I have to do is sit back and wait for the fun to start." "Don't call me Big Foot," the figure warns. "Fine, fine. Why don't you come back here, Victor, and we'll proceed with phase two of the plan. The figure watches the light in Kitty Pryde's room switch off before walking back the way he came. So far so good.
A/N: Well, I know it probably isn't a good thing to try and write another chapter fic when I'm already working on one, but the boredom has taken its tole, and my attention is focused elsewhere for now. Hopefully I'll get into the habit of focusing on one fic at a time. Reviews would be great