Pietro stepped out of the plane, and immediately looked around. Slim had told him that Kitty would be picking him up, just that she might look a little bit different.

I wonder what he meant by that.

He looked over the top of the other passenger's heads. He wasn't majorly tall, just enough to give him a slight advantage. Then he saw her, in a light yellow sun-dress, she was looking right at him, and she appeared to be really pissed. Then he noticed something a bit off, she was larger than she should be, and it hit him.

Kitty Pryde was pregnant.

He approached with caution, and mumbled a weak 'hello.'

You could almost see the steam coming out from her ears, "I can't believe you had the audacity to come back," she hissed through clenched teeth.

He stared slack-jawed, "What did I do?" he screeched, causing several people around him to stare.

She grabbed his arm, suddenly becoming very self-conscience, and dragged him through the already thinning crowd.

"You don't have any more bags do you?"

Pietro clutched his briefcase closely to himself; a dark blue duffle bag found its place over his shoulder. "No," he squeaked.

"Good."

She pulled him forcefully through the airport, had Pietro not feared for his life then he would have easily picked her up and ran her to the car, but by the look on her face he didn't dare make a move that might upset her. She may have been small, but pregnant women could get very mean when given a reason to be.

She dragged him to the parking lot and stopped in front of a sleek black convertible.

"What do you mean 'What?'!" she screamed.

Pietro flinched and pulled his briefcase closer to himself, he was a bit confused until he realized that kitty was continuing their earlier conversation.

He was about to answer but Kitty cut him off, "You have no right to come back!" she began to pace.

"I-I-I I- I'm sorry," he piped.

She turned on him again, "You don't even know what for," she reprimanded.

Pietro licked his dry lips, and slowly, too slowly for him, he steeled his courage. "If this has again thing to do with Rogue, "Kitty cut him a sharp look and he knew he'd hit home, "she knows why I left, she understands."

The intangible woman heaved a heavy sigh, "I know," she muttered.

"Then why?"

"Don't you know?" He shook his head. "You were the only one to make her cry, you made my best friend cry."

He gently, but urgently, grabbed her shoulders; "I have to know, Kitty I have to. Does she…does Rogue hate… is she mad at me too?"

She looked him strait in the eyes, and could have cried from all the pain and fear she saw, "No," she answered in a small voice, "No mater what we said, what we told her, she could never be angry with you."

Pietro released her, although he wanted to shake her, ask if Rogue waited, but he couldn't, he couldn't know, not now. "We should get going."

He nodded and got in the car.

It was going to be a long ride home.

BAZ: (singing) I got it done, I got it done…

Muse: ya ya ya, just post it.

BAZ: My, you're pushy.

Muse: (getting angry) just get it up

BAZ: Why?

Muse: (scared) I think Pheonix is gunna hurt me.

Pietro: I'M BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BAZ: Ya, ya everyone loves you. Next chap, Pietro and Rogue meet again

(hears a combined "FINALLY!")

BAZ: but…

(audible groans)

BAZ: won't be up for awhile.

Rogue & Pietro: WHAT?

Muse: PHOENIX DON'T KILL ME! IT'S NOT MY FAULT!

BAZ: relax, noone's blaming you. My softball season just started, I have diving practice, and I'm going to DC on Friday, so it'll be a while. Thanks.