Author: Kelsey
Rating: I'm REALLY bad at ratings but I guess PG-13
Archiving: Please ask!
Feedback: At some point someone is going to have to explain why this is a category. Of course I want feedback! PLEASE!!!
Disclaimer: These characters don't belong to me, I wish they did. (Oh boy do I wish!)
Notes: Thanks to Alyx for BETAing. She rocks!!! Oh, also to Jenn who didn't forget about this fic and who made me explain the whole thing to her! Here you go...Remember, feedback is my friend!
Part 3:
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'd.
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.
It wasn't so much that she needed a friend, as much as she needed him. Needed him. That sounded wrong too. Like it was about sex, or lust. It wasn't. It was about... clarity, she supposed. About therapy, and comfort, and a million different things only Scott Summers could provide. Scott Summers-who would have thought?
Kitty Pryde. Angel of the X-Men, child of their hearts. Now something else -- something not so pure. She wasn't dirty. What was between them wasn't dirty. Tarnished maybe. Yes, tarnished, that was it. They were both tarnished. He didn't understand it. It simply was. And he had to see her. Because almost a week had gone by and he was starting to feel cold.
It was freezing outside. There was only one good reason for Kitty to be outside in this damnable weather. So here she was.
"Kitty!" Scott walked quickly towards her.
She smiled. Things weren't so awkward now. The both understood what they didn't understand. "Hey Scott."
"It's cold," he said coming to stand next to her. He tilted his head up and looked at the overcast sky.
She knew he wasn't talking about the weather. "Not as cold as it used to be."
"So...how does this work?" Scott cut to the point.
"I don't know. How's it going? How are classes?"
"Huh? Fine. Half my advanced class is failing."
"That's because there are far more interesting things to do than math." Kitty grinned at him. "Lord knows I always hated your class!"
"You did?" Scott was surprisingly hurt.
"It wasn't you or your teaching. I just hated math." Kitty sighed reflectively.
"Hence the fact that you're an English teacher." Scott noted.
"Exactly. Though the more I teach it the more I hate it." Kitty moaned. Scott laughed.
"Hey!" Kitty exclaimed. "It got warm again!"
"So it did Kitty, so it did." Funny how it only worked with her. He talked about nonsense with her and it got warm and bright. He told the same things to Jean and she pretended to listen. It wasn't that she didn't care, she just didn't understand. Kitty did.
It wasn't that Bobby wasn't amazing. Or even that he didn't listen. He just didn't feel the darkness. He didn't see how important it was to be able to just talk. Scott did.
CHAPTER FOUR
Rating: I'm REALLY bad at ratings but I guess PG-13
Archiving: Please ask!
Feedback: At some point someone is going to have to explain why this is a category. Of course I want feedback! PLEASE!!!
Disclaimer: These characters don't belong to me, I wish they did. (Oh boy do I wish!)
Notes: Thanks to Alyx for BETAing. She rocks!!! Oh, also to Jenn who didn't forget about this fic and who made me explain the whole thing to her! Here you go...Remember, feedback is my friend!
Part 3:
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'd.
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.
It wasn't so much that she needed a friend, as much as she needed him. Needed him. That sounded wrong too. Like it was about sex, or lust. It wasn't. It was about... clarity, she supposed. About therapy, and comfort, and a million different things only Scott Summers could provide. Scott Summers-who would have thought?
Kitty Pryde. Angel of the X-Men, child of their hearts. Now something else -- something not so pure. She wasn't dirty. What was between them wasn't dirty. Tarnished maybe. Yes, tarnished, that was it. They were both tarnished. He didn't understand it. It simply was. And he had to see her. Because almost a week had gone by and he was starting to feel cold.
It was freezing outside. There was only one good reason for Kitty to be outside in this damnable weather. So here she was.
"Kitty!" Scott walked quickly towards her.
She smiled. Things weren't so awkward now. The both understood what they didn't understand. "Hey Scott."
"It's cold," he said coming to stand next to her. He tilted his head up and looked at the overcast sky.
She knew he wasn't talking about the weather. "Not as cold as it used to be."
"So...how does this work?" Scott cut to the point.
"I don't know. How's it going? How are classes?"
"Huh? Fine. Half my advanced class is failing."
"That's because there are far more interesting things to do than math." Kitty grinned at him. "Lord knows I always hated your class!"
"You did?" Scott was surprisingly hurt.
"It wasn't you or your teaching. I just hated math." Kitty sighed reflectively.
"Hence the fact that you're an English teacher." Scott noted.
"Exactly. Though the more I teach it the more I hate it." Kitty moaned. Scott laughed.
"Hey!" Kitty exclaimed. "It got warm again!"
"So it did Kitty, so it did." Funny how it only worked with her. He talked about nonsense with her and it got warm and bright. He told the same things to Jean and she pretended to listen. It wasn't that she didn't care, she just didn't understand. Kitty did.
It wasn't that Bobby wasn't amazing. Or even that he didn't listen. He just didn't feel the darkness. He didn't see how important it was to be able to just talk. Scott did.
CHAPTER FOUR