a/n: idk what to tell you. i still don't own evo... but i am updating rather quickly... which should count for something, right?
"So," Rogue said, drawing out the o sound. "What do you think?"
"He's nice." Kitty responded with a nod, gathering the loose bittom of her black dress in her small fists. She tiptoe into the apartment, tucking the door shut behind her.
When Rogue set her up with Pete Wisdom, she meant well. It had been three months since Kitty got the debilitating news: Betsy had asked Warren about Piotr, several times- but this time the reply back was neither vague nor pleasant. The last vessel he knew them to be on had sunk. There was little to know chance anyone on that ship would ever be seen again.
Wen Kitty found out, she thought she was going to implode. It couldn't be. It just couldn't be. She laid in bed for a week, wishing she could cry. She felt like a stupid, broken girl, in a stupid, broken place. Then she emerged, not quite happy, but with a sort of forced determination to get up. She should have known better. She shouldn't have been so naive. She decided that that kind of instant, perfected illumination wasn't meant for her... but that didn't mean she couldn't have the broken kind of happiness that bound up wounds, acting like morphine on the several tragedies people accumulated - the kind that made life bearable.
So she asked Rogue to set her up with that guy- the one she was working with.
Pete Wisdom had been nice. The first time she met him, she was stunned at how handsome he was. He was charming and funny, sweet and sensible, intelligent and cordial- and she really did like him. He'd taken her on several dates... and she could see herself loving him, one day.
But part of her heart would never heal.
Coughing up gallons of salt water, he emerged on shore. He wasn't quite dead, but he felt pretty frigging close.
"Remy," he said in a horse, rattling voice. "Remy." Good god, he never thought he'd be praying for the day when Remy wasn't dead. "Remy LeBeau, I swear if you're not dead I'm going to kill you," he said as he stumbled up the beach.
"Well that ain't very nice."
He turned, and there he was. Limping up out of the water, clutching a bleeding leg. Pete had honestly never been more relieved to see a wounded figure. He sighed, coming up on Remy's side, yanking his arm over his shoulder.
"Come on now," Remy grunted. "Don't baby me."
"Think of it more like friendly support." Pete guided them up a hill to a relatively covered spot. "So that we do not get caught and die."
"Well, we did come all this way." Remy forced a grin through the gritty pain grinding through his thigh. On the bright side, ladies love scars, right?
"Come on," Pete said. When they boarded tht vessel, they had one week until being discharched. He could only think of one thing: he needed to get home, to see her again.
"Kitty, you are positively the most intriguing woman I have ever met." He spoke in a plaesant English accent that made her smile. He was sweet, and she was growing to care dearly for him.
"Pete,"
"I mean it, I'm," he said. "I love you."
Her face dropped, almost entirely. She should say it back. Her brain was screming at her to sy it back. But she just... couldn't.
"Well we count it as a miracle that you two survived," the medic said. "And with so little sustained injuries."
Remy looked like a dijected child with his leg wound up in a splint. He was only minorly consoled by the poster of his hero, Captain America, hanging on the wall directly across from his cot.
"You two must be very resourceful, to make it ashore."
"You got no idea, doc."
Everything about it seemed blurry. And all Piotr could remember was that he needed to find a way to get home.
"A pair of fine soldiers like yourselves," the doctor said, "will have plenty of room to grow."
"Thank you sir," Piotr said. "We would be honored- but, we are long over due, to go home."
"I can't believe you messed this up," Rogue said, her voice low, and a little miserable.
"It wouldn't hve been fair," Kitty sighed. She glanced out the window, where rain poured down in heavy clear sheets. It had been a long time since she had visited her roof. When it stopped raining, she wanted to go...
"I don't care about him," Rouge said, inching closer to her friend. "I just want you to be happy. Promise me you'll be happy to pine for the rest of your life."
" Of course I'll be happy. I have you for a best friend. " Kitty squeezed her shoulers nd smiled, just vaguely, when a knock sounded on the door.
And she knew as she reached for the door knob-
For the first instance they were silent, gawking at each other. Rain drops glistened on his face.
"I want to marry you," he blurted out."I want to be with you I want to know everything about you I want to protect you and provide for you and love every bit of you."
As she lingered there, a flush colored his face.
"And I sound, like a lunatic. But, when you face situations where you're about to die and- you think about-"
She marched toward him, pulling her arms around his neck. It would be the first of many times she kissed him with the assurance that they would have tomorrow.
a/n: thought i would wrap this up before i had to go back to school. hope it was okay? peace, love, reviews...please?
