Dance on, Kietro, Dance on!

By: XMENobsession

AN: Ha, ha, ha! I got a laptop for my birthday! YaY for me! I'm not writing this on it, though because it isn't hooked up to the internet yet, but it will be, and then I'll be unstoppable! Mwa, ha, ha, ha, ha! (Evil laugh). But seriously, this chapter is SO long. I just kept writing, plus the song lyrics took up a lot of space. The song I chose always reminds me of Kietro. It's a great song and you should all know it, but if you don't than don't worry because it doesn't ruin the chapter for you, it's basically just used as a transition from one scene to the next. I hope you all like this (I really think that you will, but even if you hate it, REVIEW! (just don't be too harsh, please!)).

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing and I'm getting very tired ofwriting that!

Chapter 11

Only the Good die Young

The next day, Trixie let Kitty and Pietro listen to the song she had chosen. Neither of them were very sure about it. "But I'm Jewish," Kitty argued when it had ended.

Trixie simply waved her hand in dismissal. "It doesn't matter. The song works for you."

The dancers were surprised that this was how Trixie saw them, but neither said anything. When they started to practice their dance they found that the song really did make it more enjoyable. They began to really look forward to the first competition…then it came.

Kitty had been so excited. She found the perfect dress that eerily reminded her of her dream and twirled just right when she spun around. She hadn't managed to avoid Scott, however, but when they did run into each other in the hallway, he didn't mention pencils or Dalmatians. Kitty guessed that Jean had said something like, "She'll tell us when she's ready," to him and Kitty was, for the first time, happy to see the power she had over him.

Pietro was excited too. He sometimes found himself dancing alone in his room or humming Trixie's song of choice during the day. When Kitty showed him her dress he thought it was perfect and looked great on her, but his attitude toward it quickly changed once she told him that his outfit had to match hers. He nearly screamed when he saw the pink button-up shirt she had picked for him.

"I am not wearing that!"

"But pink is manly," Kitty had said, even though she knew he wouldn't buy that.

"I am not wearing that!"

"But it'll be fun!"

"Maybe for all of the people who will be laughing at me."

Kitty sighed. "I tried to get you to do it voluntarily, but you've given me no choice…"

It's funny, the things that people will agree to when their head is phased through a wall. So Pietro wore the pink shirt with a pair of his own black pants. It's not like anyone I know will see me.

Oh, ye of little faith.

Pietro had just run to the hall where the competition was taking place. It only took him about 5 seconds to get there. Kitty, however, needed a ride, and the only one she could get was none other than leader of the X-Men, Scott Summers himself.

Scott behaved himself, though, and didn't ask any unwanted questions, Jean's words apparently still in his mind (most likely thanks to telepathy). However, to Kitty's dismay, they couldn't go the entire car ride without talking.

"I think it's good," Scott started. "that you're dancing. I mean, you seemed kind of stressed before, but now you're much happier."

"Am I?" Kitty asked, surprised that she hadn't noticed this change in herself. "Well, I certainly feel happy. Dancing really is a great form of release. It relaxes me and also lets out a lot of extra energy and anger."

"Anger? What are you angry about?"

"Everyone gets angry, Scott. You'd be very hard put to find someone who doesn't."

"That still doesn't answer my question."

Kitty sighed. "Everything, I guess. I'm angry at humans for hating me without even knowing me. I'm angry at Magneto for deciding to start this stupid war. I'm even angry at the X-Men for thinking that they have the right to meddle in everyone else's lives, whether it be enemies or…or teammates." She tried to calm herself down. She had gotten a little worked up just then. Scott noticed.

"If we 'meddle' it's only because we care."

Kitty looked at the floor. "I know, but sometimes it seems like life would be a lot easier if everyone wasn't constantly trying to protect me."

The conversation ended on that note because they had reached their destination. Kitty got out of the car and Scott reminded her what time he was going to pick her up. Then he drove away, back toward the mansion. And, as Kitty stood there, alone, with the hugest butterflies in the world fluttering around in her stomach, she sort of wished she was going with him.

She turned around and found Pietro racing toward her. "Where have you been?" he asked.

Kitty looked at her wrist and remembered that she took off her watch because it didn't match the dress, but still answered, "What are you talking about? I'm right on time."

"No, you're not. Apparently there's been a huge change of plans. Come with me, I'll explain on they way." She followed him into the large building which was a mess of dressed-up people trying to figure out where they were supposed to go.

"You know this competition we signed up for? Well, apparently there's one tiny detail Miss Trixie forgot to mention."

He led her to an open room that was obviously supposed to be where the contestants were going to dance. Everything seemed normal, then Kitty noticed the 6 cameras that were being set up on the edges of the dance floor. "What are those?"

"They are the cameras that are going to be videotaping us…for the television show we're on!"

"Television show? What television show!"

"That's what I've been trying to figure out for the past half hour! So far, this is what I've got; the show is called 'Dance On!' It gets couples from all over the country, with completely different personalities and dancing styles to compete for the grand prize, which is not only the cruise but also 'eternal dancing glory' (which, by the way, I really want). Each week, the viewers vote on who they want to stay and who they want to go. And the show is filmed live!"

"Oy! This is not good!"

"You're telling me! Now the entire country is going to see me in this stupid shirt!"

It was then that it hit her. "The entire country. That includes…"

The X-Men were all in the living room, except for Scott because he had to drop off Kitty. Rogue and Evan were fighting for the remote.

"Come on, Porcupine! Ah wanna watch that Dracula movie!"

"No way! We're watching the X-Games!"

They each continued to pull their end of the remote until it looked like they were going to tear it in half. It was then that Jean intervened. "That's enough!" She telekinetically ripped it out of their hands and dropped it into a three-fingered one. "It's Kurt's turn to pick a show."

"Oh!" Kurt looked at the remote. "I don't really care vhat ve watch."

"All right then," Evan said and reached for the channel-changing device. Rogue pulled him back. "Ah'd rather watch a show that Kurt picks than the lame X-Games."

"Go on, Kurt," Jean said. "Weren't you just talking about a new show you were looking forward to watching?"

"Yes, but…I'm not sure if I'm ready…"

"Oh, please!" Rogue complained. "This isn't about your new found fear of dancing, is it?"

"Vell…"

"The only way ya'll are evah gonna get over this fear is if ya face it head on."

Kurt gripped the remote tighter. "You're right," he said and changed the channel while Evan moaned.

"Tonight," the t.v. host said, "is the beginning of some gifted dancers' career. We've gathered 15 couples from across the nation and brought them here to the wholesome town of Bayville, New York to compete against one another for eternal dancing glory! Ladies and gentlemen, this is 'Dance On!'"

"What's this?" Toad asked at the Brotherhood house when he walked into the living room and saw Freddy and Lance watching an unknown t.v. show.

"It's called 'Dance On!'" Freddy answered. "Why don't you watch it with us? It seems kind of interesting, plus it's fun to make fun of all the losers."

Todd sat down on an old lazy-boy chair and did so. "Where's Pietro?" he asked after a few silent moments had passed.

Lance shrugged. "He ran off somewhere. All he would say was that he wasn't dancing."

Todd kept watching the television. A couple from Texas was dancing. He laughed when he noticed that the man, Will, was wearing overalls and the woman, Peggy, was wearing a checkered dress. Then his jaw dropped when the picture changed to a familiar white-haired boy, and the words at the bottom of the screen read 'up next'.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Pietro saw the camera and smiled at it before walking away to find Kitty, who had gone to get a drink of water. He soon found her with Trixie. "You've got some explainin' to do!" he said and she frowned.

"I didn't know, honestly! This entire television thing happened recently. I just found out about it this morning!"

"Then how come I didn't find out until I got here?" Kitty asked.

"Well, I figured you wouldn't come if I told you."

"I've got half a mind to leave right now!" Pietro said.

"But if you left, you'd be giving up! And quitters never win. Don't you want to win? They both nodded. "Good, because you're going to. Now you two go to the ballroom, you're next. I'm going to go and make sure the music is ready."

She walked through the dense crowd to the audio room where she and the sound guy checked that everything was set. "This is an odd song to foxtrot to," the sound guy said.

"They're an odd couple," Trixie answered and watched her dancers on the monitor as they walked onto the dance floor.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Kitty's heart was racing, and she could feel her face growing bright red. The entire country was watching her. What happens if she falls? Should she get up, or just lay there because she knew she wouldn't be able to handle the humiliation.

Then Pietro grabbed her hand. It was icky and sweaty, which made Kitty smile. Pietro always seemed like the type of person who never got nervous and didn't fear embarrassment, but then she realized that that type of person didn't exist. Pietro was the most confident, arrogant, and the fastest person alive, but all that did was make his heart race ten times faster than hers.

Then the music started, the two faced each other, and everything else, the people, the cameras, the blinding lights, just seemed to disappear. All that was left was two people who simply loved to dance. And then came the song that had reminded Trixie so much of them.

Come out, Virginia, don't let me wait

You catholic girls start much too late

Oh, but sooner or later it comes down to fate

I might as well be the one

Well they showed you a statue, told you to pray

They built you a temple and locked you away

Oh, but they never told you the price that you'd pay

For things that you might have done

Only the good die young, that's what I said

All of the X-Men sat bolt up-right and were glued to the t.v. Was that…? No, it couldn't be. But yes, it was! Innocent, perky Kitty, their friend and fellow crime fighter, was on television, dancing with the self-centered, egotistical Pietro Maximoff, the son of their most dangerous enemy! Wasn't this a sign of the Apocalypse?

They were all frozen, unsure of what to do or say. Then they heard the front door close as Scott walked in the house. They all jumped to stop him from entering the living room or block his view of the t.v., but they were too late. He just stood there for a second, his face completely expressionless. The others could only guess what he was thinking, but they all knew that Pietro wouldn't live long.

Only the good die young,

Only the good die young

Out of nowhere, Scott turned around and stormed out of the mansion. The rest of the X-Men heard him starting his car and driving off. Then they gave each other knowing glances and went back to watching Kitty dance.

You might have heard I run with a dangerous crowd

We ain't too pretty, we ain't too proud

We might be laughing a bit too loud

Oh, but that never hurt no one

So come on, Virginia show me a sign

Send up a signal, I'll throw you the line

The stained glass curtain you're hiding behind

Never lets in the sun

Darlin' only the good die young

The Brotherhood was dead silent…but not for long. It quickly turned into hysterical laughter. At least, Todd and Freddy were laughing. Lance was silent for much longer than they were, he was still in shock. But that shock eventually turned faded away and all that was left was anger. Perhaps anger that sprung from…jealousy? Hmm…

I tell ya, only the good die young,

Only the good die young

Lance stood up and walked outside, each step another earthquake that threatened to topple the house down. He got in his car and drove away. Todd and Fred didn't know what to think. Lance was angry and he was going to do yelling, but at who? He could yell at Kitty for making his friend wear that stupid pink shirt on national television, but they both knew that he never yell at Kitty. He could yell at Pietro for dancing with her, but then everyone would think that he was jealous. He certainly wasn't going to yell at himself, but who was left? The two mutants simple shrugged and turned back to the t.v., glad that he had left and couldn't yell at them.

You got a nice white dress and a party on your conformation

You got a brand new soul

Ooh and a cross of gold

But Virginia they didn't give you quite enough information

You didn't count on me

When you were counting on your rosary, oh whoa oh

And they say there's a heaven, for those who will wait

Some say it's better, but I say it ain't

I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints

'cause sinners are just more fun

You know that only the good die young

Only the good die young

Kitty and Pietro were having the time of their lives. It was as if nothing else mattered, only dancing. It didn't matter that Pietro had a test tomorrow he didn't study for or that Kitty had to run a mile in gym class. It didn't matter that they were on two different teams and basically two different sides of the world. At that one instant they were free, they were together, and they were happy; much happier than either was expecting to be. But, of course, their happiness had to be taken away because of some crazy war they were each, involuntarily, involved in.

Said your mother told you all that I could give you was a reputation

Ooh she never cared for me

Did she ever say a prayer for me? Oh whoa oh

Come out, come out, come out, Virginia don't let me wait

You catholic girls start much too late

Sooner or later it comes down to fate

I might as well be the one

You know that only the good die young

Scott parked in front of the bustling hall and got out of his convertible. He looked around and saw Lance getting out of his own jeep. Lance noticed Scott too.

I tell ya only the good die young,

Only the good die young

The two leaders walked over to each other while, inside the building, Kitty and Pietro started their big finale.

Only the good-

Only the good die young

Good-

Only the good die young

AN: I like leaving people on the edge of their seats.