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Road Trip- Problems Arise

"I'm reminded of several horror movies that I've seen," Pete said as the four loaded bags into the back of the car he'd be taking. "A bunch of young people going on a road trip."

"And to a concert too," Rogue pointed out. "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre anyone?"

"Good news for you, Kit," Pete said slinging an arm around her shoulders. "The virgin always survives. Ow!" He rubbed his side where she had elbowed him. "You're getting violent."

"You're getting stupid," Kitty shrugged.

"Gettin'?" Remy asked arching an eyebrow. "Funny, Remy always t'ought dat Wisdom was always stupid."

"Yer just a riot," Pete said.

"Great, another one," she said looking his shirt. Pete glanced down at his shirt which read: "Sex is not the answer" on the front and: "Sex is the question, yes is the answer" on the back. She looked up at him giving him an annoyed look. "Do you have these specially made or something?"

"I thought about what would bother you the most and put it on a shirt," Pete said rolling his eyes.

Kitty nodded. "That's what I thought."

"But the shirt is right."

"Why am I not surprised?"

"Would both of you shut up?" Rogue asked. "If you do this the whole trip Ah'm gonna take off the collar and drain y'all."

"Yes, mom," both said.

"Now ya die," Rogue growled.

"Chill," Remy said. "Wisdom, y' want first shift?"

"Sure," Pete said shutting the trunk. He got in the drivers side, Kitty got in beside him and Rogue and Remy sat in the back. "And the road trip begins." He turned on the radio so that Trapt filled the air before turning to Kitty. "And Kitty, luv, touch the radio and you will ride the rest of the way on the roof."

"I didn't do anything," she protested.

"Advice for the future," Pete shrugged. He took out a CD case. "Here are the choices."

Kitty looked at the CD collection wrinkling up her nose. "Rob Zombie, Metallica, Korn, Ozzie Osborne... ick."

"Let meh choose," Rogue said. Kitty handed her the case. "Put in Third Eye Blind. It's not too bad." Kitty put in the CD.

Two hours later

Both of the girls had fallen asleep. "Put in Metallica, that'll wake Kitty up," Remy offered.

"Better yet," Pete took out Nine Inch Nails and put "Closer" on. He then cranked it up. Kitty woke up with a start.

"I totally hate you," she growled turning it back down.

"Sure ya do," Pete smiled. Kitty looked in the back seat and saw Rogue still curled up on Remy's lap.

"Why does she get to sleep?"

"Because she's in the back seat," Pete said.

"Figures."

"Hey, I need you t' keep me awake."

"And Remy can't do that?" Kitty asked.

"Remy's busy," the Cajun said. Kitty turned around and saw him sitting stroking Rogue's hair and reading a book.

"You stay out of this or I'll, like, tell her that you were doing that," Kitty threatened.

Remy raised an eyebrow. "Y' need ta stop hangin' out with Wisdom. Y'r startin' ta act like him."

"Nah," Pete said. "I just would have done it."

"Somehow I'm not surprised."

Four hours later

"'On the road again, just can't wait to get on the road again'-"

"Mate," Pete growled lowly. "I'm gonna request this once. Shut the bloody hell up."

"Remy ain't de one dat broke de radio, mon ami."

"Both of you, just shut up," Kitty snapped as she had her hands in the radio. "I need to concentrate."

"Yes ma'am," Pete said. Kitty glared at him before going back to work. "It's amazin'."

"What?"

"You," Pete said. "I mean, ya act like a such a ditz yet ya know how t' fix a car radio."

"She can also hack into the school's computer, don't forget that," Rogue pointed out.

"It was an accident," Kitty protested. "They should have a stronger defense anyhow." Kitty was silence for a few moments as she worked on the computer. "There, that should work."

Pete hit the power button and Godsmack filled the air. "Should I fall down and worship ya, O Goddess of Computin'?"

"Shut up," Kitty said blushing and rolling her eyes.

He smirked. "Don't see it appenin'."

"I should have just left it broken," Kitty said wrinkling up her nose at the music. "Then I wouldn't have had to listen to this crap."

"But then we'd have t' listen t' LeBeau attempt to sing," Pete pointed out. "No one wants that."

"That's a good point," Kitty acknowledged with a nod. "Okay, I'm glad that I fixed it."

"Hey!" Remy exclaimed defensively.

"Face it, sugah, singin' ain't yer forte," Rogue said.

Two hours later

"I didn't believe this," Kitty said as she and Rogue sat on the road as Remy and Pete worked on changing the tire. Any offer from the two girls to help was immediately rejected.

"What's next?" Rogue asked. Thunder rolled in the distance and rain started to fall. Kitty turned to Rogue.

"I totally hate you."

"What?"

"You just had to ask."

"We're stuck on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere in a rainstorm," Pete mused. His gaze settled on Kitty and he grinned looking her over slowly. "And Kitty is wearing a white shirt." Kitty blushed and crossed her arms over her chest glaring at him.

"Got it!" Remy said.

"About time," Rogue said standing as she shivered. Remy took off his trench coat and slipped it over Rogue's shoulders.

"Problem one is solved," Kitty sighed, opened the car door, and popped the hood. Remy went around to her side as she checked the oil. She then turned around and glared at Pete.

"Wot?"

"There's no oil."

Pete blinked in surprise. "There has t' be! I put a new bloody thing in it before we left."

"Right," Kitty said. "That means we have a leak."

"We'll walk and find some oil," Rogue offered.

"Pete can stay with me," Kitty said.

Pete grinned. "Afraid of bein' alone?"

"No, just nervous about being on the side of the road, in the rain, at night. Besides, you can help me."

"Yay," Pete said dryly. Rogue said Remy walked off.

"Found it!"

"Wot?"

"The look. There's a hole in one of the tubes, it's close to the top. Hang on." She lifted it up as high as she could. "Can you fix this?" With both of their powers they managed to repair the tube.

"If nothin' else, you show a promising future as a mechanic."

"Cute," she said trying to hide her own shivering.

"Damn it, Pryde," Pete sighed. He shut the hood and reached out and gathered the shivering Kitty into his arms. She snuggled against him.

"You were saying something about a horror movie when we started the trip," she whispered against his chest. "This really seems like the plot for one."

Pete smiled hugging her closer. "Yep, it's night, it's storming, our car broke down, and to top things off we broke horror movie rule one."

"What's that?"

"We split up."

Half of an hour later, further down the road

"Dere's a gas station," Remy announced. The two hurried inside.

"You two look like a couple drowned rats," the gas station attendant announced jovially.

"Quoi? Rats?" Remy asked, sounding aghast. "Remy never looks like a rat, mon ami."

"Just go find some oil, Ah'm gonna go wash mah face," Rogue said rolling her eyes.

"As you wish, ma chérie." Remy watched Rogue as she walked into the bathroom.

"Out of your neck of the woods, aren't you?" the attendant inquired as Remy grabbed the oil.

"Actually, we live in Bayville," Remy said. Rogue came out completely devoid of her makeup. "Remy keeps tellin' y', chére, y' look so much better without all dat makeup."

"Don't ya like mah makeup, sugah?" Rogue purred.

"Remy's likes y' with makeup, without, with clothes-"

"Finish that, swamp rat, and you'll be walkin' home."

"Desolé," Remy said but his grin never faded. He turned to the attendant and paid him. "Merci, mon ami." The two headed back out into the storm. They were about halfway there when a man in a hockey-mask, who was brandishing a chainsaw, jumped out at them.

"You have got to be jokin'," Rogue said. "Remy?"

"Ah've got dis one," Remy nodded. He charged three cards and threw them at the man. They blew the man back into the forest. Rogue and Remy exchanged glances. "Dat was odd."

"A little," Rogue nodded before shrugging. "Let's go see if Kitty and Pete killed each other yet."

Twenty minutes later at the car

Kitty burrowed even closer to Pete. The storm had stopped but she was still freezing and wet. Pete himself was just relishing in the feel of her in his arms. "You okay?" he asked of her shivering.

"Fine," she murmured. She raised her head and Pete, unable, to resist the temptation, lowered his. Their lips met. Pete pulled away gauging her reaction. She seemed more upset by the loss of his lips than anything.

He smiled and bent down to her lips once more. Kitty, for her part, was confused. Pete never made a secret of the fact that he wanted her but he also never said whether or not he wanted an actual relationship... or just sex. His tongue touched her lips asking for entrance, which she quickly provided. Pete groaned softly when her tongue met his and she unconsciously pressed her body even closer.

Kitty gasped, feeling the growing evidence of his arousal pressing against her stomach. She felt as though her body had caught on fire. She couldn't remember ever wanting anyone as much as she wanted him at that moment. There was something in his kiss that just made her feel... He lifted her up and turned so she was sitting on the hood of the car with his manhood pressing somewhere where it did some good. She whimpered softly as she moved against him, unconsciously seeking relief for the fire burning in her body. He broke the kiss and they both panted for breath.

"Damn," he muttered.

"Pete?"

"Hang on a minute, luv," he murmured as he caught his breath and tried to calm the burning in his groin. The fact that it was freezing and he was totally soaked was all that reminded him of where they were and why he shouldn't carry her into the backseat and...

"What was that?"

"We've covered this, virgin," he purred nuzzling her neck. "That was a kiss. A hell of a good kiss too."

"Pete, you totally know what I meant."

"Yeah."

"So?"

"Wot?"

"Why did you kiss me?"

"Why are you even asking questions like that?" he retaliated.

"Because I have to know..."

"Know what?"

"If that, like, actually meant something t' you, or if you're just looking for a, uh, quick..." she trailed off.

"Kitty, luv, please shut up." She obeyed but fixed him with a glare. "I wouldn't use ya like that, grasshopper. I could get sex anywhere. A lot easier too," he muttered. Her glare hardened. "Listen up, Pryde, you mean a lot more t' me than just sex. Although I do want the sex too."

"Pete!" Kitty exclaimed. She hid her head against his chest so he couldn't see her blush.

"Now, do both of us a favor and stop thinkin' that."

"But-" His mouth cut her off. She sighed contentedly leaning even closer. Pete grinned to get any closer they'd have to lose the clothes.

"Dis be interestin'," Remy smirked as he and Rogue approached. Kitty pulled away.

Pete sighed and reluctantly stepped away from her. "Hey," he said perfectly calm. Kitty flushed looking away from all of them. "Excuse us." Pete grabbed Kitty's arm and pulled her away from the others.

"What's wrong?" Kitty asked.

"Nothin', but we were having a conversation."

"No, we were kissing. I was trying to have a conversation, you were..." she trailed off a deep blush covering her cheeks.

He grinned. "I have a request."

"What's that?"

"Your company on an actual date when we get back."

"You want to go on a date with me?"

"Very much. So?"

"Okay." He smiled and bent down to her lips. Kitty pulled away flushing. She walked back to the group. Pete grinned watching her. Remy had just finished pouring the quart of oil into the car. "Everyone ready?"

"Definitely," Rogue said. "Ah'm still cold."

"Remy can warm y' up, chérie," Remy smirked.

"You just stay away from meh," Rogue ordered.

"Let's just go to the hotel," Pete said. "It's only an hour away."

"Drive fast," Kitty told Remy, wrapping her own arms around herself. "I want to get out of these wet clothes." Pete opened his mouth, Kitty spoke again, without turning. "Any comments, Wisdom, and I'll hurt you." He shut it. The group got back into the car. Kitty leaned against Pete soon dozing off.