"Um...yeah, me." He knew she recognized him and knew that she remembered the circumstances of their last meeting. He wished he could explain it to her but he doubted that she'd listen.
Kitty seemed to be too shocked for words. He looked nothing like when she had last seen him, but that was nearly a year ago! But those eyes, they were the same demonic eyes. They glowed like smoldering coals right now, and she was afraid of them. Kurt's demonic appearance had never frightened her like this.
"Why am I here?" Her voice was hoarse with fear. She knew whatever he has planned for her would be worse then what the drunken men had done last night.
"You're here because I figured you would rather be here then laying half naked on the street." He stated it as though it were the obvious. His voice was softer then she expected it. Then she realized, she had never actually heard him speak before.
He held up a pair folded jeans in his hand. "My friend Rosa brought these over before she went to work. She came over last night." He didn't mention that Rosa had healed her. Right now, shaky ground was not a place to cause of earthquake. "They're her daughters but she says you're skinnier then Joanna, so they should fit you fine." He walked into the room. Kitty stiffened until she thought her muscles would crack as he walked towards her.
Instead of doing anything she had expected, he merely placed the folded jeans on the edge of the bed.
"If you decide that you want to come out and eat or just get out of this room, feel free. I'm not trying to make this your jail cell." With that he left the room and closed the door behind himself.
Kitty let her breath go in a gust. She was shaking. Whatever she had expected to happen, that was not it. So he wasn't one of the men? Even if he wasn't, Was she free to leave when she wanted to or would she be forced to stay here with him? Well, she'd find out soon enough. She had to think of one thing at a time and the stomach growling against her ribs was it.
She crawled out from under the covers and grabbed the pair of jeans, slipping them on. They were bigger then the usual size of 0 that she usually wore. She twisted around and checked the tag. They were a size 5. She smoothed her shirt before opening the door and heading towards the living room.
She spotted him in the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge. She had to scavenge through her brain to remember him name. She thought this one might have been Gambit. His real name was...John? Whatever, it wasn't important.
She leaned against the open door jam and watched him for a moment. The way she figured it she was going to be here for a bit, if only for the next couple of hours, so she might as well make the effort to be friendly. She had never been very good at keeping her politics clean anyway. After all, she dated Lance.
"What kind of stuff do you eat?" He asked without even turning around. Kitty started, she didn't know that he knew she was there.
"Um...anything really...except meat...and anything made with things that came from animals. I'm a vegan." She fidgeted. She realized how picky she sounded saying that.
He laughed silently to himself. "I'm vegan too, so I don't think that will be a problem. I have vegan bacon...type stuff. I don't really know what it's called. Thats a bad sign. Whatever. So you're not picky?" He looked at her.
"Nah, I'll eat anything."
"Ok, I'll just whip something up. Hopefully it's not a disaster." He waved his hands in a shooing motion. "Get out of here, go watch t.v. Or play music or something. There's a laptop under the couch."
"Why is there a laptop under the couch?" Kitty asked over her shoulder as she plopped down on the couch, reaching under and pulling up the laptop.
"Because I don't like having it around. It distracts me and I don't want to end up like those people who check their email every 10 minutes. If I can't see it I can't remember it."
"I guess that makes sense. It's still weird though."
"Yeah, well, what can I say? I'm prone to obsessive compulsive behavior."
After that they were silent. Kitty checked her email, finding nothing but forwards from her friends which she deleted without reading. She had given up on telling them not to send her that junk; they never listened. She was surprised that Gambit was this friendly. He seemed to be making an effort not to frighten her.
About 15 minutes later Gambit walked out from the kitchen carrying two plates and forks. He sat down on the opposite end of the couch and handed her her plate. It was filled with some weird things that looked like hash brown pancakes, and fake bacon that looked like...fake bacon.
She bit into one of the hash brown pancakes. "It's good," she mumbled surprised with her mouth full. She tasted onions and garlic mixed in with the hash browns. She had no idea what they were, but they sure were good. The fake bacon was good too, though it tasted nothing like actual bacon.
Gambit had turned the t.v on and they sat in a relative friendly silence watching old reruns of Becker, a show she has used to watch as a kid, that she had still watched as a teenager, before being a mutant superhero overtook her free time and she had to put aside childish things.
Gambit cleaned up the breakfast mess which Kitty lay sprawled over the couch, almost dozing off again. Gambit stood in the kitchen doorway and cleared his throat. "Do you think maybe you should go have...what's his name? Hank, look you over, test you for things?" His face bore the look of the uncomfortable and he was purposely vague in his question.
Kitty shot up, completely awake now. "No...I don't want them to know..." She thought for a moment. "I'll need to get a hotel for the next couple of days...Logan will be able to smell it on me for a few days. I'll go back in a few days, but I'm not going to tell them." She looked determined. He had known a few people who had been raped, and they reacted that way, pushed things away and pretended like nothing happened. A lot of times they feel into an overwhelming depression. Some though, got through it, acknowledged it, and moved on with there lives. Gambit was just waiting to see what kind of reaction she would ultimately end up happening.
"You really need to be tested. Do you want to go to a physician's office in town, or the emergency room?"
She thought about that. "No," she answered slowly. "There would be insurance forms, my parents would find out. God!" She covered her face with her hands. She seemed overwhelmed by having to figure all of this out. After a moment she straightened. "I just won't do anything. It doesn't matter, I'm sure I don't have anything."
"Kitty-" He started.
"No. There's nothing wrong with me."
"I never said that." He said, trying to diffuse the situation as Kitty was visible getting agitated.
"You implied it!"
Gambit threw up his hands. He knew what had to be done and he wasn't going to play these games, not when someone's health was at risk.
"I'm taking you down to the clinic whether you want it or not. You can either go to the clinic with me or I'll take you to the mansion and I'll make sure Beast checks you out." He knew it was manipulation, she was terrified of anyone at the mansion knowing, but he didn't really have an option right now, he had to play rough.
Kitty clenched her fists until her knuckles turned white. Her lips pressed together in a thin white line, but she didn't say anything. Gambit went back into the bedroom and got her shoes. (Why they had taken off her pants and left her shoes on was a mystery to him, but he wasn't going to comment because it meant he didn't have to scavenge around for a pair of shoes. And he definitely wasn't her size.)
He threw them to her and she caught them. Her lips were still pressed tightly together and her movements were stiff. She was mad at him. There wasn't a whole lot he could do about that right now.
"You don't have a car?" Kitty asked incredulously as they walked outside of the cluster of apartments and hit the street, walking downtown. Gambit chuckled.
"No. If I had a car I wouldn't walk anywhere, would I?" Kitty shut up and stopped talking, remembering that she was mad at him. He was making a big deal out of nothing.
The clinic was a scary place. Kitty looked around her before she went inside, she didn't want anyone she knew to see her. Inside it was horrible. Kitty slid into the first empty seat she could find. She looked at her hands and tried not to stare at the other people as Gambit went up the the front desk and registered her.
"Hey, chill." Gambit massaged one of her shoulders as he sat down next to her.
"This place is hell."
"Some people may see it like that. Some people see it as their savior. This place doesn't turn you away."
Kitty sighed as she rubbed her forehead. The people looked horrible here. Some look like they had AIDS or something, they were so thin and just stared sadly around them. A few teenagers stared stonily ahead as toddlers toddled around their feet, or baby's cried against their breasts as they tried to calm them.
Kitty rested her head against Gambit's shoulder and closed her eyes, trying to put everyone's pain out of her mind. Gambit wrapped his arm around her shoulders and rubbed her arm, trying to give her some kind of comfort.
He had already figured that she had never been to a clinic before. She had on a gold necklace in the shape of a heart with a heart shaped diamond in the center. His expert eye could tell it was real. She was one of those rich girls who never really had to deal with the pain of life
The nurse held up a clipboard and squinted at it about an hour later. "Kitty? Will Kitty come to the front desk, someone is ready to see you!" All of Kitty's anger had drained and it left her feeling even more hollow then before. She followed Gambit who followed the nurse into the examination room.
Oh yeah, it's an update. So review bitches. : )
Deidre- I write how I want this to go so it doesn't matter if it's likely or whatever. Plus, the way I see it, Kitty wasn'tt he best at fighting anyway. This is the way I want it, so if you don't like that go read a Romy.