Femme Fatale
Summary: After X1 through whenever. Kris is the younger sister of Iceman. She comes to the Institute after learning of her mutant abilities and getting into a huge amount of trouble. There she meets Pyro and things really get interesting.
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Melody Cullen- Thank you so much for reviewing as much as you did! I'm glad that you are enjoying Kris so far. It's interesting that you say that Kris reminds you of yourself except for her outspokenness because that's basically her premise. She's kind of like me, except she says what she thinks all the time. I'm not a complete door mat, but I'm not as blunt as her as often. I hope that you continue to enjoy and thanks again!
Thank you, thank you, thank you to Blue Phoenix 217, Rukie, Black Amber, and Over.And.Over! You all are totally AWESOME!
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Kris laid awake in her bed, staring at the ceiling. She and John had just gotten passed their first major fight mere hours before... Sure, they'd had little squabbles about small, unimportant things, but this was the first time that they'd actually had a reason to fight. She was glad that John had seen her point of view and that he had apologized, but she knew that he didn't agree. That was okay, though; no one was exactly the same.
Arguments, however, were the stuff of relationships. Kris knew that if there weren't arguments in a relationship, then someone is a little too drugged up. Take her parents for instance. They always pretended that they were the cheerful Cleaver's, when all three of their children knew that they waited to argue until no one else was around. Sure, it was polite, but it was also sort of annoying because before they could argue, they were always perky and hyper... But whatever.
Her first real fight with John wasn't the only thing that occupied Kris's thoughts. When she and John left her room, she saw a new face among the crowd of the Institute. Kris asked around as to who he was and, not surprisingly, Kitty was the first to give her a suitable and credible answer. His name was Logan and he had been at the Institute before, but he left about a month before Kris came. Actually, he'd saved Rogue's life and was kind of like a big brother to her.
Sighing heavily, not able to think very well, Kris threw her blankets off of her and stalked out of her room. She hadn't eaten anything since that morning, anyway. Running her hand through her hair, Kris let her feet lead her to the kitchen. Before she entered, Kris stopped. Bobby was in there talking with Logan about Rogue. He was more then likely on one of his ice cream excursions, "Idiot." She mumbled.
Kris didn't have time to say or do anything else before a gruff face appeared in front of her, "Who are you?"
"Holy shit." Kris mumbled again, holding her hand to her chest. She backed around him, into the kitchen, keeping her eyes on him at all times.
"Kris?" Bobby asked.
"Most days." Kris replied, her eyes still on Logan.
Logan eyed her, "Who is she?"
Bobby sighed and, taking a bite of ice cream, replied, "This is my sister, Kris. Sis, this is Logan."
Logan took her appearance in, "You two look nothing alike."
"Thank you." Kris replied smugly.
"And she's a smart ass." Logan noted.
Kris smiled and said, "Well, I do try." Bobby rolled his eyes behind her as he ate, "And by the way, mom will shoot you when she finds out that you have gotten back into that habit." She said, indicating his ice cream. Bobby looked at the ice cream for a second, realizing that she was telling the truth. He, however, didn't care and took another bite, "Act like a tool then."
"I am not acting like a tool." Bobby protested.
"If you insist, Princess Mary Sunshine." Kris replied as she pulled a can of carbonated grape juice out of the refrigerator, locked her nails under the rim, and twisted. The top came off cleanly and she poured the juice into a glass. Bobby sighed at his sister and her new found use for her inhumanly sharp nails. She had found not long before that they could be used as can openers and it annoyed him that she did it so often, "What?"
"Why do you do that?" Bobby asked.
Kris rolled her eyes at him as she pulled some frozen strawberries out of the freezer, "Because I can't fit anything in the can." She replied smartly. Logan laughed to himself; he liked her already.
"It does has a pull tab, Kristine." Bobby replied. The use of her full first name showed her that he was irritated. She thought that he was just being a moron because, in her mind, he had no reason to be irritated.
"My nails can't fit under the pull tabs, stupid." Kris replied bitterly, "Any other questions?"
Bobby sighed, Kris was way too stubborn for her own good most of the time. It was a trait that she had picked up from their grandmother on their mother's side, Maggie. He loved both his sister and his grandmother but they were so infuriating, "You could get John to do it for you."
"I am not asking my boyfriend to open the can ever time I want carbonated juice." Kris replied, "I'm not helpless."
Logan took the time that the siblings were arguing to get a feel for them both. They were outwardly sarcastic towards each other, but their scents were similar. It wasn't just a familial scent, it was something deeper. They were similar. Logan was sure they both of them would dispute that until they were blue in the face but he could get a true feel for people by their scents. Both of them were caring, trusting, and steadfast. They were lovers and fighters, not just one or the other, and they were extremely confident in everything... Except their relationships. When Bobby started talking about Rogue his scent changed, as it did with Kris when she was forced to talk about her boyfriend.
Kris, Logan could tell, let her thoughts and emotions out more freely then Bobby, but the latter was ready to let loose when the occasion called for it. Logan could tell because Bobby's scent had an aroma of stress to it. Stress from keeping all but his good qualities to himself. All the kid had to do was slip up once, to show that he wasn't perfect, and he would be fine... Either slip up or explode, that was, and Logan was sure that Rogue wouldn't want her boyfriend to explode.
Kris, however, had a strange brokenness to her scent. Normally the different fragrances that made up a person's scent flowed together and connected in some individual way. Kris's did not. This confused Logan. He had never encountered someone with a scent like hers before. It was slightly disconcerting and, despite the fact that Logan didn't know Kris, he was worried yet intrigued. Perhaps it was her emotional state, perhaps she was just different. Logan wanted to find out.
Unfortunately, he didn't have the chance.
Just as he was going to interrupt the banter between the siblings, Logan heard a strange noise muffled under Kris and Bobby's argument. It sounded like a silencer on a gun and it was close, "Quiet." Logan ordered gruffly, causing Kris and Bobby to jump. Without another word, Logan turned and looked out the kitchen door, but he jolted around just as quickly and yelled, "Get down!" As they dropped to the ground bullets began flying around them. Kris immediately clutched her hands around her ears to block out the noise as this gun clearly did not have a silencer.
When the bullets stopped, Kris and Bobby chanced a look over the island cabinets that they were hiding behind. Just as they looked over, Logan began a fight with a man in camouflage. Logan promptly stabbed the man in the chest with six metal claws, something that Kitty had failed to mention, and looked back and the siblings, "Are you okay?"
Bobby nodded, but Kris asked, "What the hell kind of question is that?" Bobby shot her a look that told her to keep her mouth shut, but Logan was amused despite their situation.
"How about this, are you hurt?" Logan asked smartly.
"Oh, well no, then." Kris stated, standing up.
"Good. We need to get out of here." Logan replied.
Kris nodded as Bobby stood up, "I agree." Bobby and Kris managed to get out of the kitchen unscathed, despite the mess on the floor, and ran one way while Logan ran another, "Where are we going?" Kris asked.
"There's a way out of the school just in cases like this." Bobby explained as they ran.
"Cases like what?" Kris asked, "What's going on? This hasn't happened before, has it?"
"I don't know and no. But Professor X knew that if anyone found out that this a mutant training facility then they might attack the school. He doesn't want anyone getting hurt so he designated a tunnel to get out of the school. I think it was part of the underground railroad." Bobby explained.
Kris chuckled as they turned another corner, "You should always run when you talk... It makes you sound smarter."
"Thanks, smart ass." Bobby replied sarcastically. Kris merely smiled as they ran into a group of student, John among them, "John! Where's Rogue?"
"I haven't seen her." John replied, looking back at them but still running. Bobby sighed and ran in the direction opposite of everyone else, "Man!" John called, but Bobby didn't listen. Kris sighed heavily, looking back between John and Bobby. John indicated for her to come with him but Kris shook her head and ran after Bobby. He was her brother and Rogue was her friend, she couldn't leave them. John rolled his eyes and ran after Kris. It was her that he wasn't going to leave.
They finally found Rogue but kept running. The group of four ran until the reached a window, but it blew up in front of them, prompting them to run again. It became a blur to Kris and she ran passed the many artifacts that Professor Xavier had acquired over the years. The next thing that she remembered was Logan jumping off of the banister into one of the camouflaged men, "Let's go." He said quickly.
The four teenagers nodded and Bobby led them to the exit tunnel. He and John opened it and raced in, quickly followed by Rogue and Kris. Rogue, however, noticed that Logan had not joined them, "Wait! We have to get him."
"We have to what?" Kris asked, "Can't he take care of himself? I mean, with the claws and whatnot."
"You don't understand." Rogue said, "We can't leave him." Kris saw the seriousness and steadfast loyalty in Rogue's eyes. Kitty had told Kris that he had saved Rogue's life, after all. She knew that Rogue wasn't the kind of person to leave someone that important to her behind.
"Okay," Kris said, "Then we won't, but what do you plan on us doing because I, for one, don't want to get killed."
Rogue thought for a minute, "Bobby, come with me." She said as she walked back to the tunnel opening.
Bobby left with Rogue and Kris sighed, "At least they'll be the ones to get killed." She mumbled when they were out of earshot.
"And now were all alone." John said.
Kris shook her head and looked over at him, "This is so not the time or place to make sexual innuendos or advances." John shrugged, "But I am tired as hell and I need a pillow, so get over here." John smiled and wrapped his arms around Kris as she leaned against him. He kissed her gently on the forehead, only because he couldn't reach her lips from where she was situated, and leaned against the wall of the tunnel.
"If they die and let those creeps in here and we get killed, I'm going to murder them." John said.
"How the heck would that work out?" Kris asked in amusement.
"I'll come back from the grave, bringing you with me, of course, and then I'd bring them back and then I'd kill them." John replied.
Kris chuckled, "But it's not your power to bring back the dead. Does anyone have that power?"
"Not that I know of but I'd find a way." John replied.
"Because you're just that damn good?" Kris asked.
"Damn right." John said as footsteps ran through the tunnel, "That sure as hell better be them." Rogue and Bobby came into view in the dimly lit tunnel, followed by the large shadow that belonged to Logan.
Kris unlatched from John and said, "Now what do we do?"
"We can get to the garage from here." John said, "That's the fast way out."
"He's right." Bobby said in agreement, momentarily shocking Kris. She didn't expect John and Bobby to agree on anything, but this wasn't the time to dwell. They began running again and Kris couldn't help but notice that Logan kept looking back over his shoulder, as if he wanted to go back and duke it out against a few more military creeps.
When they reached the garage, John went straight for the only blue car in sight. Cyclops's prized car, "I'm driving."
"Hey!" Logan called, "Maybe next time." He added as he opened the car and pushed the seat forward. John sighed and got in the back, followed by Kris, who was followed by Bobby. Rogue and Logan got in the front and Logan drove away as quickly as possible with help from one of his metal claws.
"What the hell was that?" Kris asked as she leaned back into the seat.
"Stryker..." Logan said, "His name is Stryker."
"How do you know him?" Rogue asked.
"I don't remember." Logan admitted hesitantly as Rogue handed something to him. Kris tried to see what it was, but she couldn't.
John leaned forward over Kris into the front, "I hate uncomfortable silences." He said as he fiddled with the radio. The whole groaned as boy band music filled the car and John quickly turned that radio off.
"If that it was Cyclops is listening to then I think we should inform Dr. Grey that her fiancé is gay." Kris said.
"Fiancé?" The car asked as John continued to fiddle around for good music.
Kris sighed, "Not yet, but with the random vibes and thoughts of marriage that have been popping into my head recently, I'm guessing that he's going to ask her soon. Because I know for a fact that they are not my thoughts."
"Yay." Both Bobby and John said in their heads, though Kris caught their thoughts.
John pushed more buttons and said, "I don't think that's a CD player." Logan took whatever it was and groaned in frustration. Kris couldn't see anything because John's backside was blocking the view.
"John?" Kris asked, "Would you be so kind as to get your ass out of my face?" John didn't say anything, he merely began shaking the ass in question in Kris's face. Kris sighed and took a look at her hand. She smiled and clawed John as hard as she could.
"Holy shit!" John yelled, "Mother fucker! Dammit!" John eased back into his seat, "What the hell is wrong with you?" Kris merely smiled, "Are you into that whole S&M thing?" Bobby visibly cringed and stiffened next to his sister, "Tell me now so I can be prepared."
"How about we don't talk about my 16 year old sister and S&M!" Bobby replied bitterly.
"How about you stay out of this conversation." John snapped back.
John and Bobby began arguing with Kris quite literally in the middle, "Here's and idea! Both of you shut the hell up!" Bobby and John quieted as Kris sighed, "So what are we going to do now?" She asked Logan.
"Well, Storm and Jean are in Boston." Logan replied.
Kris internally cringed; that was the last thing she wanted. Bobby, of course, had to plant the kiss of death, "Our parents are in Boston." He said.
"Then we'll head there." Logan replied.
John smiled sympathetically to Kris. He knew how much she did not what to see her parents because seeing them would mean having to confront them on their bullshit. He could practically hear Kris cursing in her head even though she wasn't using her telepathy.
Turning her towards him, John kissed Kris on the lips and silently offered himself as a pillow again. Kris smiled in thanks and said, "Well, I'm going to sleep. Wake me when we get there." With that, she leaned against John, resting her head on his chest, and closed her eyes to gain some much needed sleep.
Bobby rolled his eyes at the sight next to him, "You should all sleep." Logan said stoically as he drove, "I'll wake you when I need directions." Bobby nodded and leaned back, attempting to not disturb his sister. They were all tired and cranky so he didn't want to start anything with her, but why did she have to be so obviously affectionate towards John when he was around? Wasn't that against the rules that he had set? But, then again, did she ever listen to him?
A/N: I know it had been forever since I've put anything up and I'm sorry for it. I have a ton to do for school this semester so I believe that I won't get to update as much as I want. Please forgive my absences. I hope that everyone enjoys what I do manage to put out. THANKS!