Rating: PG/PG-13
Archiving: Please ask
Disclaimers: I wish they were mine, but they aren't!
Notes: Alyx is my awesome BETA
Part 2:
She knew it was a bad idea.
He knew they'd only end up hurting the people they loved.
They both knew they'd do it anyway.They did.
It amazed her, how good it could be.
He'd never had anything like it.
They both knew they couldn't let go of what ever it was they had found.
She knew it was breaking Bobby's heart.
He knew Jean was growing lonely and bitter.
They both knew that hearts would be broken before it ended, but they couldn't stop.
She cried, he cried.
He left, she yelled.
They both remembered.
The night after they bonded Scott woke with a smile on his face. He felt the empty space on the bed next to him. Jean had already left for her morning run. That was alright. Scott rose and got ready for his shower, humming.
Kitty swore that it was the best breakfast of her life, and Logan was no great chef. She couldn't put her finger on it, couldn't explain exactly why everything was wonderful this morning. At least not until she saw Scott.
Scott was perky. Not just the usual alert and friendly, but downright perky. Of all the nights to come out of perky, last night was not one of them. He didn't know why he was perky either, until he saw Kitty.
Their eyes met, and it all made sense. Kitty felt better, like someone was picking up the pieces and slowly putting them together again. She knew they had to talk next time.
There would definitely be a next time. There had to be a next time, Scott knew it as surely as he knew his own name. He and Kitty weren't done, had barely started, doing whatever it was that was making him notice the sunshine.
Kitty didn't know how to make it happen again. If she *could* make it happen again. Last night in the courtyard, it had been so effortless, so unintentional...She didn't understand it and wondered if she ever would.
Scott took it on faith, the way he took everything he knew on faith. He needed it. It would happen - and it did. In the library, two days later, just as he was beginning to doubt.
Kitty found it much less distracting to grade papers in the library, especially with a boyfriend as...physical as Bobby. She was suffering through yet another 'Why I Want to Be An X-Man' essay. Oh if those kids only knew...For some reason they thought mentioning it at every turn would endear them. Kitty laughed and shook her head.
"Something funny?" Scott asked from behind a row of bookshelves. He'd been checking to make sure there were enough Trigonometry books. There were.
"You're incredibly lucky not to be an English teacher," Kitty told him lightly, forgetting that this was the person she had been trying to run into alone for two days. People were always in crowds at the mansion, and it wasn't easy to find someone for a one on one conversation.
"Oh yeah? I lived with one for years. A 'Why I Want to Be An X-Man' essay? You shouldn't laugh. I read yours." Scott chuckled remembering how he couldn't meet Kitty's eyes for a week, afraid he'd burst out laughing recalling one of her ridiculous clichés. How naïve and innocent they all once were. Himself included. He stepped out from behind the books and the lightness and joking were gone. He sat across the table from her. "Kitty..."
"Scott...thank you," she whispered and was surprised because it wasn't what she'd been planning to say, but it was exactly what she'd meant.
"Thank *you*," Scott told her. "I feel like I've been..."
"Away." She finished because she knew. "But now you're back and you just want to get back in touch with the world. But..."
"You're afraid." It was a statement. Scott knew too. "You're afraid that if you touch someone, talk to someone, they'll drag you back down."
"But it's okay to touch me," Kitty told Scott,"because I can't hurt you."
"Not anymore than I can hurt you." Scott reached out and placed a hand on her arm, and the library felt deliciously warm.
CHAPTER THREE
Archiving: Please ask
Disclaimers: I wish they were mine, but they aren't!
Notes: Alyx is my awesome BETA
Part 2:
She knew it was a bad idea.
He knew they'd only end up hurting the people they loved.
They both knew they'd do it anyway.They did.
It amazed her, how good it could be.
He'd never had anything like it.
They both knew they couldn't let go of what ever it was they had found.
She knew it was breaking Bobby's heart.
He knew Jean was growing lonely and bitter.
They both knew that hearts would be broken before it ended, but they couldn't stop.
She cried, he cried.
He left, she yelled.
They both remembered.
The night after they bonded Scott woke with a smile on his face. He felt the empty space on the bed next to him. Jean had already left for her morning run. That was alright. Scott rose and got ready for his shower, humming.
Kitty swore that it was the best breakfast of her life, and Logan was no great chef. She couldn't put her finger on it, couldn't explain exactly why everything was wonderful this morning. At least not until she saw Scott.
Scott was perky. Not just the usual alert and friendly, but downright perky. Of all the nights to come out of perky, last night was not one of them. He didn't know why he was perky either, until he saw Kitty.
Their eyes met, and it all made sense. Kitty felt better, like someone was picking up the pieces and slowly putting them together again. She knew they had to talk next time.
There would definitely be a next time. There had to be a next time, Scott knew it as surely as he knew his own name. He and Kitty weren't done, had barely started, doing whatever it was that was making him notice the sunshine.
Kitty didn't know how to make it happen again. If she *could* make it happen again. Last night in the courtyard, it had been so effortless, so unintentional...She didn't understand it and wondered if she ever would.
Scott took it on faith, the way he took everything he knew on faith. He needed it. It would happen - and it did. In the library, two days later, just as he was beginning to doubt.
Kitty found it much less distracting to grade papers in the library, especially with a boyfriend as...physical as Bobby. She was suffering through yet another 'Why I Want to Be An X-Man' essay. Oh if those kids only knew...For some reason they thought mentioning it at every turn would endear them. Kitty laughed and shook her head.
"Something funny?" Scott asked from behind a row of bookshelves. He'd been checking to make sure there were enough Trigonometry books. There were.
"You're incredibly lucky not to be an English teacher," Kitty told him lightly, forgetting that this was the person she had been trying to run into alone for two days. People were always in crowds at the mansion, and it wasn't easy to find someone for a one on one conversation.
"Oh yeah? I lived with one for years. A 'Why I Want to Be An X-Man' essay? You shouldn't laugh. I read yours." Scott chuckled remembering how he couldn't meet Kitty's eyes for a week, afraid he'd burst out laughing recalling one of her ridiculous clichés. How naïve and innocent they all once were. Himself included. He stepped out from behind the books and the lightness and joking were gone. He sat across the table from her. "Kitty..."
"Scott...thank you," she whispered and was surprised because it wasn't what she'd been planning to say, but it was exactly what she'd meant.
"Thank *you*," Scott told her. "I feel like I've been..."
"Away." She finished because she knew. "But now you're back and you just want to get back in touch with the world. But..."
"You're afraid." It was a statement. Scott knew too. "You're afraid that if you touch someone, talk to someone, they'll drag you back down."
"But it's okay to touch me," Kitty told Scott,"because I can't hurt you."
"Not anymore than I can hurt you." Scott reached out and placed a hand on her arm, and the library felt deliciously warm.
CHAPTER THREE