A/N: Ack, another fairly short chapter, sorry about that, but I've been
spending the whole day studying for exams, so I wasn't able to write much
more. . . plus I thought this made a fairly good ending to a chapter. So,
I hope you all like it! Probably only 1 or 2 more chapters left~~~
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Miniscule pebbles pelted the grimy window, sending puff-clouds of dust into the crisp night air. Shaking his long, shaggy hair, Lance groggily sat up and stumbled over to his window, tripping over the many piles of disregarded school-work and forgotten laundry. Placing his fingers beneath the pane, Lance pulled as hard as he could, lifting the window above his head, just in time for a single pebble to miss the moved window and hit him square on his nose. "What the -" he cursed bitterly beneath his breath.
"Lance?" The girlish squeak was barely a whisper to Lance's ears, but it was all it took. Just the murmur of her voice caused his rock solid heart to melt.
"Kitty?" As hard as he tried, Lance could not sustain the eagerness in his voice.
"Lance," Kitty started hurriedly, "Is it ok if we come up? We need to talk to you."
"We?"
"Kurt and I."
"Figures," Lance muttered to himself, disgust replacing his mild interest. It wasn't that Lance didn't like Kurt - after all, how could anyone dislike the fuzzy elf? - But Lance knew how much Kurt had liked Kitty when the girl first arrived at the Institute, and even though Wagner had a girlfriend now, Lance couldn't help but feel jealous when he saw Kurt and Kitty together. "Sure, but wouldn't it be easier if I came-" *bamf* "down?" Lance glanced sheepishly about his room, "sorry, if I'd known I was gonna have guests I would have cleaned-" he broke off his light humor at the sight of Kitty's tearstained face. "Kitty? Is everything okay?"
"Nein. If everything vas okay do you think ve vould be here?" Kurt spat bitterly.
Lance eyed him warily, "I wasn't asking you, blue-boy."
"Ja, vell at least my room doesn't reek like ze city dump."
"No, yours reeks like a sulfur mine!"
"Oh, would you two quit it out!" Kitty stomped her foot in irritation, forgetting to keep her voice down.
The boys dropped their argument at once, furious with themselves for letting their inane argument escalate to such a stage.
"Look, we're all tense, but Kurt, if you remember, there's a reason we're here and it's not to argue." Kitty's fists were clenched at her sides.
Lance and Kurt exchanged glances. "Somehow I've got a feeling that she's not here to invite me on a midnight stroll either."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Later On*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Sitting in the comfort of Lance's jeep, Kitty and Kurt took turns explaining the dilemma to Lance.
"So this girl is like, a total threat to all the mutants at the Institute. Professor X and Logan are planning on having us confront her, seeing as how she's already been in Jean's dreams twice and min and Kurt's once. And Tabby said that you said that Mystique had some new secret weapon, and the Professor thinks that this 'weapon' is the 'dream walker.'" Kitty paused to take a breath.
"Ja, but vhat ve don't know is vhy the 'dream valker' has been in your dream."
Lance turned his head away. "Maybe it's because I haven't been all that faithful to the Brotherhood. Maybe she wants to frighten me enough so that I stop hanging around with you all and start hanging more with the bros. Or maybe it's because I've strayed once, tried to join the 'X-men' and she's afraid I'll do it again. It's not like I know. In case you haven't noticed, I'm not high on Mystique's list of favorite people."
Kitty laced her fingers through Lance's, giving his hand a comforting squeeze, causing him to look back to her troubled yet consoling face.
Kurt sighed, "I hate to break ze mushy moment, but ve need an answer. Either you are vith us, or you are not. Vhich is it going to be?"
Lance looked into Kitty's eyes, overflowing with her love for him, and sighed, turning his gaze to Kurt's apologetic face. "I'm with you."
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Miniscule pebbles pelted the grimy window, sending puff-clouds of dust into the crisp night air. Shaking his long, shaggy hair, Lance groggily sat up and stumbled over to his window, tripping over the many piles of disregarded school-work and forgotten laundry. Placing his fingers beneath the pane, Lance pulled as hard as he could, lifting the window above his head, just in time for a single pebble to miss the moved window and hit him square on his nose. "What the -" he cursed bitterly beneath his breath.
"Lance?" The girlish squeak was barely a whisper to Lance's ears, but it was all it took. Just the murmur of her voice caused his rock solid heart to melt.
"Kitty?" As hard as he tried, Lance could not sustain the eagerness in his voice.
"Lance," Kitty started hurriedly, "Is it ok if we come up? We need to talk to you."
"We?"
"Kurt and I."
"Figures," Lance muttered to himself, disgust replacing his mild interest. It wasn't that Lance didn't like Kurt - after all, how could anyone dislike the fuzzy elf? - But Lance knew how much Kurt had liked Kitty when the girl first arrived at the Institute, and even though Wagner had a girlfriend now, Lance couldn't help but feel jealous when he saw Kurt and Kitty together. "Sure, but wouldn't it be easier if I came-" *bamf* "down?" Lance glanced sheepishly about his room, "sorry, if I'd known I was gonna have guests I would have cleaned-" he broke off his light humor at the sight of Kitty's tearstained face. "Kitty? Is everything okay?"
"Nein. If everything vas okay do you think ve vould be here?" Kurt spat bitterly.
Lance eyed him warily, "I wasn't asking you, blue-boy."
"Ja, vell at least my room doesn't reek like ze city dump."
"No, yours reeks like a sulfur mine!"
"Oh, would you two quit it out!" Kitty stomped her foot in irritation, forgetting to keep her voice down.
The boys dropped their argument at once, furious with themselves for letting their inane argument escalate to such a stage.
"Look, we're all tense, but Kurt, if you remember, there's a reason we're here and it's not to argue." Kitty's fists were clenched at her sides.
Lance and Kurt exchanged glances. "Somehow I've got a feeling that she's not here to invite me on a midnight stroll either."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Later On*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Sitting in the comfort of Lance's jeep, Kitty and Kurt took turns explaining the dilemma to Lance.
"So this girl is like, a total threat to all the mutants at the Institute. Professor X and Logan are planning on having us confront her, seeing as how she's already been in Jean's dreams twice and min and Kurt's once. And Tabby said that you said that Mystique had some new secret weapon, and the Professor thinks that this 'weapon' is the 'dream walker.'" Kitty paused to take a breath.
"Ja, but vhat ve don't know is vhy the 'dream valker' has been in your dream."
Lance turned his head away. "Maybe it's because I haven't been all that faithful to the Brotherhood. Maybe she wants to frighten me enough so that I stop hanging around with you all and start hanging more with the bros. Or maybe it's because I've strayed once, tried to join the 'X-men' and she's afraid I'll do it again. It's not like I know. In case you haven't noticed, I'm not high on Mystique's list of favorite people."
Kitty laced her fingers through Lance's, giving his hand a comforting squeeze, causing him to look back to her troubled yet consoling face.
Kurt sighed, "I hate to break ze mushy moment, but ve need an answer. Either you are vith us, or you are not. Vhich is it going to be?"
Lance looked into Kitty's eyes, overflowing with her love for him, and sighed, turning his gaze to Kurt's apologetic face. "I'm with you."
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