(Pryde/Wisdom) the Greatest Miracle of All 7/?
Disclaimer: Main ones are Marvel characters, some will be mine, too, so don't sue because *looking around her room* I am just a happy, but poor college student. I don't have the money for those prosecuting and if i do *smirk* you can't have it because i need it for more comics.
Feedback: Very much welcome. I'll welcome any kind of feedback good or bad, but flamers don't make me tie anyone down. I've over and done with that but I'm sure i can find something to stake you down with and some creatures to leave to play with you.
Adoration's, Praise and Acknowledgments: To Tangles, Luba, and Winter, who all were ecstatic that there was finally more to this story.
To Luba, my present beta, cause her praise is enough to keep me writing more. To Winter, cause he loves her and sometime makes me think of things Pete would do. And Tangle Toy who is my push behind me getting to finish this story, because she loved it so much way back when I started it. Love to you all, you're the BEST!
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Part VII: ".Before It's Too Late"
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Kitty's head fell back, finally, and her body, sagged against the wall, sliding downward until she was resting on her haunches. Her shallow breaths came rapidly, filling the room with a wheezing sound. Head back, eyes squinting at the ceiling, she reached a hand up to wipe away the stringy, sweat-soaked bangs stuck to her forehead, and the world spun.
Her throat constricted as she tried to take a deeper breath, and she coughed hard, rolling forward, her forehead toward her knees and the floor. A shard of pain ran through her chest, but her breathing did become deeper and more regular as the pain faded. She felt like there were little people playing a vicious game of hockey in her stomach.
"Pryde?" a voice called faintly, from somewhere beyond the door. Pete? Why was Pete here? What time was it? All she remembered was it being bright in her room before she ran through everything in her way to here because she suddenly felt the urge overcoming her body. Again.
She groaned and strove to move her head and body back to it's sitting position only to have her body suddenly thrust forward once more towards the toilet. Her back stiffened completely, in a way she found distinctly uncomfortable, and everything she wished never to see this close up suddenly became something she couldn't stop herself from losing once more.
~*~*~
Pete's footsteps fell soft as he rounded the next set of hallways. The only other sound than the rustle of his loose clothes as he took those steps was the hum of the energy running around him through light systems and air conditioners. The place was quiet. Almost eerie that way. Not in a spooky thing, more of trained instincts before even the hairs on the back of your neck rise. In a 'there are security cameras everywhere and the rooms are taped' way.
That wouldn't have been surprising in the least. He remembered Kitty telling him about how well she kept the systems here -- as well as at Muir -- when she had the chance, and how others maintained them, too. She always sounded quite passionate about how impressive both were. He wasn't positive where they were, but he was betting there was a video log of his every visit, including his walk down each hall and turn since entering the house this time even.
Maybe he should have listened better to that part. Listened to her words, instead of simply her voice because it had entranced him so. Or simply finding a way to occupy her pert mouth some other way.
And even if it weren't for vaguely remembering Kitty's words of schematics and procedures, he expected it from almost any large corporate group running any business. The fact that they had so much technology, alien and otherwise, only reinforced the knowledge that they were probably on him like white on rice since the moment he came within fifty miles of the place.
This time in his own car.
That jeep was so damned finicky that, by the time he was done borrowing it, he was shocked no one had thought to throw the thing away. But then on a second thought, looking at Logan, seeing the way he'd watched him like a hawk asking for the keys to get Kitty, he wouldn't exactly want to be the one to tell him something he didn't want to hear.
Not that he had apprehension about the small, solidly-built Canadian man, but the gleam in the man's eye and his changing demeanor on Pete's presence here, left Pete to wonder where the overwhelmingly fond affection in Kitty's voice when she talked about him came from.
Stopping at the door to her bedroom, Pete experienced a feeling of oddness as he raised a hand to knock on the door. Long time past he would have been permitted to just open it and slip in, to even do that as quietly as he could to perhaps surprise her if she was busy lost in a book or a computer. He felt the another surge of the wave of desolation from small things like that that he'd let drown him after he'd run from Muir.
Just the surge thought. Now all of that was just like waves rolling in at his feet. It wasn't terrible, but he wasn't drowning anymore either.
And now he was here. Where the lithe figure that had haunted his sleep for the past few months would be prancing around in front of him with her new life, somehow bringing him back because there was now a child. Their child.
No answer. He knocked again.
The first night, after a shower and a few drinks, it had settle in his mind slowly, gradually sinking in. A baby. He'd never much considered having children. After what he'd been through in the last thirty or so years he wasn't sure what justification he had in his heart for bringing a child into the world at all.
And then he started to think about it. A picture formed sloth-like. He recognized the lightest stirrings of hope for a girl. Think of it someone with tiny fingers and toes, wiggling and giggling, hopefully with her figure and eyes, deep and beautiful. Sometimes when he remembered it he thought it sounded nice, other time he just didn't let himself think at it.
He still didn't even have the vaguest notion on whether she was keeping it, aborting, adopting it out, etc. He was sure of the things in the list he couldn't see her doing, but he also knew she had a hectic life with the Super-Hero gig she adored so much even if it came with the extra stress. Pete supposed it was something they would talk about soon enough.
Where was she?
"Pryde?"
Pete knocked again -- two sharp, hurried raps -- called through the door, and waited, again, to no avail. He looked to the left and then to the right as his fingers closed over the cold, hard, metal doorknob. He turned it and opened the door slowly. Just in case. It wasn't like he'd see something he hadn't before, but there was space, time, and too many bad words between the Kitty and Pete that had been and the two that had now found themselves as parents to an unborn, unplanned child.
The room was a half scattered clutter , while the other half impeccably empty. The cluttered and scattered side that was obviously Kitty's that he noted with dismay was lacking one brown haired computer goddess, too. His eyes scanned the room from the door. The bed rumpled, the contents of a backpack on the floor at the foot of a twin bed falling out from it to the floor.
A blue brush with hair bands wrapped around the hand hold, a thick green text that looked like a college book, a black leotard rumpled up into a ball -- at least he thought it was -- a few smaller books, small computer bags containing chips and boards, a pen bag. His eyes traveled up from there to the hallway behind him, still deserted, and then back across the rumpled bed to a dark wood night stand.
He walked towards it, noticing a glass of water on its side with clear water pooling by it, reflecting sunbeams from the window above it. He picked up the glass looking right and left to see if there was something to soak up the water with. There really wasn't anything near by, he noted sourly, as he looked around. The closest things near to him were a pillow, blanket, sheets, and on the other side of the bed a dirty clothes hamper.
No tissues? No discarded shower towels?
Looking around, a bright light caught his eye for a moment and he turned back to the dresser, surprised. He realized it was the back of a dual picture frame laid facing down. The back was a look alike black velvet and the edges were all embossed with a good bright copper or imitation gold as were the center hinges. Reaching out a hand to pick it up, he wondered what kind of people were in her life right now. Who was it she wanted to look at when going to sleep and waking up?
"Snooping or actually looking for something?"
Whirling around he found himself face to face with what he had been looking for earlier: Kitty Pryde, clad in a t-shirt, which struggled to cover, even half of her thigh. It was bright white and had a large X-emblem on it. A black circle, with a red X going over it, wrapped inside a yellow band. He though it might have been the shirt's brightness against her skin for a second before he knew it wasn't -- her hair was still tussled and unbrushed from sleep, but her face was pale with a slight sheen of sweat in places.
"You look like hell. Are-"
"Yes," Kitty said, walking in as she scratched a spot on the right side her stomach, making the shirt ripple and move across her leg. Her eyes arched at his statement reproachfully. "I'm a walking ray of merry sunshine, just bursting with joy about my newest symptom. Now if you don't mind I'd like to get dressed."
Before he could respond, though, he watched both of her hands go to her stomach, and she seemed to drop a little like she was curling inward standing up, her face tightened, eyes clenching. Five very fast seconds later, her eyes were on him again though her arms still hung around her stomach, limp now. "Well?"
"I'm goin'," Pete replied, though he was still watching her. She was experiencing morning sickness. He had to admit, watching her he had no idea at all yet what he was getting himself into still, except now that it made her sick, too.
"Close the door on your way out," she breathed as he walked past her and she didn't look over at him. She didn't even move from the spot until the click of the door shutting happened and she released a deep breath from inside her chest. It must have been in there just waiting since the moment she'd found him in her room. Going toward where he was, she tried to figure out what he'd been doing.
The water glass was tipped and she wondered if she'd done that in her rush to the bathroom. She did have to admit morning sick sucked as a side effect. Being sick for a few days was one thing. This was supposed to last for months.
Cup, spilled water that would dry.she had no worries, having done it before, lamp, clock and.
Her insides froze. Was that what he'd been looking at? All but trembling, Kitty reached out a hand and picked up the dual picture frame, turning it over in her hands. Deep brown eyes, still watery from before, saddened staring at the two pictures in the frame. Holding it in her left hand under the hinges she reached out a finger to stroke the side of the face of one. One was a sister in all but blood, the other a past lover.
Until a few weeks ago she'd lost them both from her life for good. There was still no guarantee now that she hadn't. Closing it up, she opened the drawer in her nightstand and slipped it inside. Removing it from her mind almost as simply as she removed the shirt from herself she locked those thoughts away and steeled herself to produce some kind of strength and endurance to make it through this day.
Minutes later the door opened and she was walking out. A loose fitting tank in blue, nice fitting dark blue jeans, boots with a heel under them, and a pair of black sunglasses presently holding back her hair. Her demeanor was more resigned and calm, except for the look in her eyes. Those copper brown eyes, which seemed to hold a melancholy, met his eyes and looked away as she joined him in the hallway.
"Where are you taking me?" Kitty asked, not smothering the note of irritation it conveyed openly, as she glanced at him and adjusted the shoulder strap to a bag on her back. He'd said he had somewhere important to take her this morning, though it wasn't early, it sure felt like it to her. Her sleep patterns seemed all weird now. Weirder than normal.
"It's a su'prise," he said as he started walking down the hallway away from her room toward the grand staircase, expecting her to follow.
"Is it going to be as exciting as my last surprise?"
Lighting a cigarette he looked over his shoulder at the way she walked behind him, somewhere between a sulk and rigid acceptance of doom. "C'mon, Pryde. It won't kill you."
Trudging her way outside behind the man wearing a trench coat and surrounded by curling smoke, she tried to remind herself it was a new day and glorious things could happen on a new day. So far it wasn't working one bit. The sky she might have considered incredibly bright and beautiful she scowled at being glaringly bright.
Then, once further outside, the sky wasn't nearly as glaring as the car that now sat before her out in the half circle drive way. Kitty blinked at it and her left hand on the strap over her right shoulder tightened. It was appalling. To call it glaring being incredibly, angelically, nice. It was. She couldn't even finish the thought, raising her left hand from the strap to her lips, trying to hold back laugh. It ended up as a smirk that wouldn't go away as she walked towards the passenger side.
"Nice rental car."
"Isn't it? Talked h'm into letting me have it for longer then normal." Pete's words barely made it out before he shut the driver side door and got into the car.
A short laugh slipped past her lips before she opened her door. Getting into the car she couldn't help but keep the half smile, even when she dropped the backpack between her legs in the space in front of the passenger seat. Only Pete could sound like he'd just gotten a Porsche when he was getting into the driver seat of a gold painted Pinto.
"So are you going to tell me anything about this mystery place you're taking me to?" Kitty asked, pulling her seat belt on, and going to mess with the radio controls already, even as one of Pete's hand came out to bat hers away.
"Not a bit. It's a s'rprise so you'll have to deal till you get there," He with a faint curl at the sides of his lips, starting the car as he finally, silently gave into the fact she'd end up in some control of this music in the car.
"Okay, so no details," she replied and stared out the front window as they left the mansions grounds. A few turns and they were out on the streets. Looking at the radio as she spoke, she flashed through the seek looking for something more interesting. "How's your father doing? Romany didn't tell me many details about how everything was going when she called."
Pete tried to ignore the tone in her voice that sounded slightly pained and angered at the fact his sister had called and he hadn't by rolling down the window so the smoke wouldn't box the car. "The gits in a hospital with what Romany calls the best," his tone belayed disgust in these people she didn't know anything about. "They're sayin' he'll be in there a bit longer. Not strong enough t' leave."
"Oh," she said softly, changing buttons again, and casting a glance at his face out of the corner of her eyes. His face was rigid, and the simple way it seemed tight, and his eyes darker, she wondered if he ever realized he was afraid for the man he claimed to hate. He loved his father, even though he'd never admit it. "I hope his recovery comes along fast."
Feels like I'm gonna drown in this strange town Feel broke down Feel broke down
"They're not hopeful." Pete replied even more dryly this time, and Kitty settled into her seat again, feeling a touch of regret. "S' why Romany..why I came back yesterday. Won't do no good-"
Do you still want me Like I want you
"Stalking the hospital and glowering at the staff?" Kitty said quickly, interrupting his words.
Or am I standing still Beneath a darkened sky
Ginning when her words earned her a semi dark glare, but with his eyes touched with amusement, she sat back and replied a second later, trying to figure out what was pulling at the edge of her mind. "It's a good thing she sent you back, before-" She stopped suddenly realizing the words in the song and felt even more uncomfortable, while trying not to let it show.
Or am I standing still With the scenery flying by
"Before?" His words intruded on the words. Hard and rough, against a female voice that was gentle and soft. Something too real about the words. Something that seemed a touch dangerous and concerned in his voice.
Or am I standing still Out of the corner of my eye Was that you passing me by
Kitty was looking out the window now. The world rolling by her window was the world she'd know for half of her life, the more important part of it. She could close her eyes and imagine every turn, every hole in the road, the places you could drive fastest, and the pits never to not drive cautiously through. It was a life of ease, and a life she knew like the back of her hand. It wasn't dangerous or unknown.
Sweet sorrow - He said call tomorrow Sweet sorrow - He said call tomorrow
"Before it was too late."
Do you love me Like I love you Or am I standing still
to be continued
** Standing Still..Jewel's new CD: This Way
Disclaimer: Main ones are Marvel characters, some will be mine, too, so don't sue because *looking around her room* I am just a happy, but poor college student. I don't have the money for those prosecuting and if i do *smirk* you can't have it because i need it for more comics.
Feedback: Very much welcome. I'll welcome any kind of feedback good or bad, but flamers don't make me tie anyone down. I've over and done with that but I'm sure i can find something to stake you down with and some creatures to leave to play with you.
Adoration's, Praise and Acknowledgments: To Tangles, Luba, and Winter, who all were ecstatic that there was finally more to this story.
To Luba, my present beta, cause her praise is enough to keep me writing more. To Winter, cause he loves her and sometime makes me think of things Pete would do. And Tangle Toy who is my push behind me getting to finish this story, because she loved it so much way back when I started it. Love to you all, you're the BEST!
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Part VII: ".Before It's Too Late"
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Kitty's head fell back, finally, and her body, sagged against the wall, sliding downward until she was resting on her haunches. Her shallow breaths came rapidly, filling the room with a wheezing sound. Head back, eyes squinting at the ceiling, she reached a hand up to wipe away the stringy, sweat-soaked bangs stuck to her forehead, and the world spun.
Her throat constricted as she tried to take a deeper breath, and she coughed hard, rolling forward, her forehead toward her knees and the floor. A shard of pain ran through her chest, but her breathing did become deeper and more regular as the pain faded. She felt like there were little people playing a vicious game of hockey in her stomach.
"Pryde?" a voice called faintly, from somewhere beyond the door. Pete? Why was Pete here? What time was it? All she remembered was it being bright in her room before she ran through everything in her way to here because she suddenly felt the urge overcoming her body. Again.
She groaned and strove to move her head and body back to it's sitting position only to have her body suddenly thrust forward once more towards the toilet. Her back stiffened completely, in a way she found distinctly uncomfortable, and everything she wished never to see this close up suddenly became something she couldn't stop herself from losing once more.
~*~*~
Pete's footsteps fell soft as he rounded the next set of hallways. The only other sound than the rustle of his loose clothes as he took those steps was the hum of the energy running around him through light systems and air conditioners. The place was quiet. Almost eerie that way. Not in a spooky thing, more of trained instincts before even the hairs on the back of your neck rise. In a 'there are security cameras everywhere and the rooms are taped' way.
That wouldn't have been surprising in the least. He remembered Kitty telling him about how well she kept the systems here -- as well as at Muir -- when she had the chance, and how others maintained them, too. She always sounded quite passionate about how impressive both were. He wasn't positive where they were, but he was betting there was a video log of his every visit, including his walk down each hall and turn since entering the house this time even.
Maybe he should have listened better to that part. Listened to her words, instead of simply her voice because it had entranced him so. Or simply finding a way to occupy her pert mouth some other way.
And even if it weren't for vaguely remembering Kitty's words of schematics and procedures, he expected it from almost any large corporate group running any business. The fact that they had so much technology, alien and otherwise, only reinforced the knowledge that they were probably on him like white on rice since the moment he came within fifty miles of the place.
This time in his own car.
That jeep was so damned finicky that, by the time he was done borrowing it, he was shocked no one had thought to throw the thing away. But then on a second thought, looking at Logan, seeing the way he'd watched him like a hawk asking for the keys to get Kitty, he wouldn't exactly want to be the one to tell him something he didn't want to hear.
Not that he had apprehension about the small, solidly-built Canadian man, but the gleam in the man's eye and his changing demeanor on Pete's presence here, left Pete to wonder where the overwhelmingly fond affection in Kitty's voice when she talked about him came from.
Stopping at the door to her bedroom, Pete experienced a feeling of oddness as he raised a hand to knock on the door. Long time past he would have been permitted to just open it and slip in, to even do that as quietly as he could to perhaps surprise her if she was busy lost in a book or a computer. He felt the another surge of the wave of desolation from small things like that that he'd let drown him after he'd run from Muir.
Just the surge thought. Now all of that was just like waves rolling in at his feet. It wasn't terrible, but he wasn't drowning anymore either.
And now he was here. Where the lithe figure that had haunted his sleep for the past few months would be prancing around in front of him with her new life, somehow bringing him back because there was now a child. Their child.
No answer. He knocked again.
The first night, after a shower and a few drinks, it had settle in his mind slowly, gradually sinking in. A baby. He'd never much considered having children. After what he'd been through in the last thirty or so years he wasn't sure what justification he had in his heart for bringing a child into the world at all.
And then he started to think about it. A picture formed sloth-like. He recognized the lightest stirrings of hope for a girl. Think of it someone with tiny fingers and toes, wiggling and giggling, hopefully with her figure and eyes, deep and beautiful. Sometimes when he remembered it he thought it sounded nice, other time he just didn't let himself think at it.
He still didn't even have the vaguest notion on whether she was keeping it, aborting, adopting it out, etc. He was sure of the things in the list he couldn't see her doing, but he also knew she had a hectic life with the Super-Hero gig she adored so much even if it came with the extra stress. Pete supposed it was something they would talk about soon enough.
Where was she?
"Pryde?"
Pete knocked again -- two sharp, hurried raps -- called through the door, and waited, again, to no avail. He looked to the left and then to the right as his fingers closed over the cold, hard, metal doorknob. He turned it and opened the door slowly. Just in case. It wasn't like he'd see something he hadn't before, but there was space, time, and too many bad words between the Kitty and Pete that had been and the two that had now found themselves as parents to an unborn, unplanned child.
The room was a half scattered clutter , while the other half impeccably empty. The cluttered and scattered side that was obviously Kitty's that he noted with dismay was lacking one brown haired computer goddess, too. His eyes scanned the room from the door. The bed rumpled, the contents of a backpack on the floor at the foot of a twin bed falling out from it to the floor.
A blue brush with hair bands wrapped around the hand hold, a thick green text that looked like a college book, a black leotard rumpled up into a ball -- at least he thought it was -- a few smaller books, small computer bags containing chips and boards, a pen bag. His eyes traveled up from there to the hallway behind him, still deserted, and then back across the rumpled bed to a dark wood night stand.
He walked towards it, noticing a glass of water on its side with clear water pooling by it, reflecting sunbeams from the window above it. He picked up the glass looking right and left to see if there was something to soak up the water with. There really wasn't anything near by, he noted sourly, as he looked around. The closest things near to him were a pillow, blanket, sheets, and on the other side of the bed a dirty clothes hamper.
No tissues? No discarded shower towels?
Looking around, a bright light caught his eye for a moment and he turned back to the dresser, surprised. He realized it was the back of a dual picture frame laid facing down. The back was a look alike black velvet and the edges were all embossed with a good bright copper or imitation gold as were the center hinges. Reaching out a hand to pick it up, he wondered what kind of people were in her life right now. Who was it she wanted to look at when going to sleep and waking up?
"Snooping or actually looking for something?"
Whirling around he found himself face to face with what he had been looking for earlier: Kitty Pryde, clad in a t-shirt, which struggled to cover, even half of her thigh. It was bright white and had a large X-emblem on it. A black circle, with a red X going over it, wrapped inside a yellow band. He though it might have been the shirt's brightness against her skin for a second before he knew it wasn't -- her hair was still tussled and unbrushed from sleep, but her face was pale with a slight sheen of sweat in places.
"You look like hell. Are-"
"Yes," Kitty said, walking in as she scratched a spot on the right side her stomach, making the shirt ripple and move across her leg. Her eyes arched at his statement reproachfully. "I'm a walking ray of merry sunshine, just bursting with joy about my newest symptom. Now if you don't mind I'd like to get dressed."
Before he could respond, though, he watched both of her hands go to her stomach, and she seemed to drop a little like she was curling inward standing up, her face tightened, eyes clenching. Five very fast seconds later, her eyes were on him again though her arms still hung around her stomach, limp now. "Well?"
"I'm goin'," Pete replied, though he was still watching her. She was experiencing morning sickness. He had to admit, watching her he had no idea at all yet what he was getting himself into still, except now that it made her sick, too.
"Close the door on your way out," she breathed as he walked past her and she didn't look over at him. She didn't even move from the spot until the click of the door shutting happened and she released a deep breath from inside her chest. It must have been in there just waiting since the moment she'd found him in her room. Going toward where he was, she tried to figure out what he'd been doing.
The water glass was tipped and she wondered if she'd done that in her rush to the bathroom. She did have to admit morning sick sucked as a side effect. Being sick for a few days was one thing. This was supposed to last for months.
Cup, spilled water that would dry.she had no worries, having done it before, lamp, clock and.
Her insides froze. Was that what he'd been looking at? All but trembling, Kitty reached out a hand and picked up the dual picture frame, turning it over in her hands. Deep brown eyes, still watery from before, saddened staring at the two pictures in the frame. Holding it in her left hand under the hinges she reached out a finger to stroke the side of the face of one. One was a sister in all but blood, the other a past lover.
Until a few weeks ago she'd lost them both from her life for good. There was still no guarantee now that she hadn't. Closing it up, she opened the drawer in her nightstand and slipped it inside. Removing it from her mind almost as simply as she removed the shirt from herself she locked those thoughts away and steeled herself to produce some kind of strength and endurance to make it through this day.
Minutes later the door opened and she was walking out. A loose fitting tank in blue, nice fitting dark blue jeans, boots with a heel under them, and a pair of black sunglasses presently holding back her hair. Her demeanor was more resigned and calm, except for the look in her eyes. Those copper brown eyes, which seemed to hold a melancholy, met his eyes and looked away as she joined him in the hallway.
"Where are you taking me?" Kitty asked, not smothering the note of irritation it conveyed openly, as she glanced at him and adjusted the shoulder strap to a bag on her back. He'd said he had somewhere important to take her this morning, though it wasn't early, it sure felt like it to her. Her sleep patterns seemed all weird now. Weirder than normal.
"It's a su'prise," he said as he started walking down the hallway away from her room toward the grand staircase, expecting her to follow.
"Is it going to be as exciting as my last surprise?"
Lighting a cigarette he looked over his shoulder at the way she walked behind him, somewhere between a sulk and rigid acceptance of doom. "C'mon, Pryde. It won't kill you."
Trudging her way outside behind the man wearing a trench coat and surrounded by curling smoke, she tried to remind herself it was a new day and glorious things could happen on a new day. So far it wasn't working one bit. The sky she might have considered incredibly bright and beautiful she scowled at being glaringly bright.
Then, once further outside, the sky wasn't nearly as glaring as the car that now sat before her out in the half circle drive way. Kitty blinked at it and her left hand on the strap over her right shoulder tightened. It was appalling. To call it glaring being incredibly, angelically, nice. It was. She couldn't even finish the thought, raising her left hand from the strap to her lips, trying to hold back laugh. It ended up as a smirk that wouldn't go away as she walked towards the passenger side.
"Nice rental car."
"Isn't it? Talked h'm into letting me have it for longer then normal." Pete's words barely made it out before he shut the driver side door and got into the car.
A short laugh slipped past her lips before she opened her door. Getting into the car she couldn't help but keep the half smile, even when she dropped the backpack between her legs in the space in front of the passenger seat. Only Pete could sound like he'd just gotten a Porsche when he was getting into the driver seat of a gold painted Pinto.
"So are you going to tell me anything about this mystery place you're taking me to?" Kitty asked, pulling her seat belt on, and going to mess with the radio controls already, even as one of Pete's hand came out to bat hers away.
"Not a bit. It's a s'rprise so you'll have to deal till you get there," He with a faint curl at the sides of his lips, starting the car as he finally, silently gave into the fact she'd end up in some control of this music in the car.
"Okay, so no details," she replied and stared out the front window as they left the mansions grounds. A few turns and they were out on the streets. Looking at the radio as she spoke, she flashed through the seek looking for something more interesting. "How's your father doing? Romany didn't tell me many details about how everything was going when she called."
Pete tried to ignore the tone in her voice that sounded slightly pained and angered at the fact his sister had called and he hadn't by rolling down the window so the smoke wouldn't box the car. "The gits in a hospital with what Romany calls the best," his tone belayed disgust in these people she didn't know anything about. "They're sayin' he'll be in there a bit longer. Not strong enough t' leave."
"Oh," she said softly, changing buttons again, and casting a glance at his face out of the corner of her eyes. His face was rigid, and the simple way it seemed tight, and his eyes darker, she wondered if he ever realized he was afraid for the man he claimed to hate. He loved his father, even though he'd never admit it. "I hope his recovery comes along fast."
Feels like I'm gonna drown in this strange town Feel broke down Feel broke down
"They're not hopeful." Pete replied even more dryly this time, and Kitty settled into her seat again, feeling a touch of regret. "S' why Romany..why I came back yesterday. Won't do no good-"
Do you still want me Like I want you
"Stalking the hospital and glowering at the staff?" Kitty said quickly, interrupting his words.
Or am I standing still Beneath a darkened sky
Ginning when her words earned her a semi dark glare, but with his eyes touched with amusement, she sat back and replied a second later, trying to figure out what was pulling at the edge of her mind. "It's a good thing she sent you back, before-" She stopped suddenly realizing the words in the song and felt even more uncomfortable, while trying not to let it show.
Or am I standing still With the scenery flying by
"Before?" His words intruded on the words. Hard and rough, against a female voice that was gentle and soft. Something too real about the words. Something that seemed a touch dangerous and concerned in his voice.
Or am I standing still Out of the corner of my eye Was that you passing me by
Kitty was looking out the window now. The world rolling by her window was the world she'd know for half of her life, the more important part of it. She could close her eyes and imagine every turn, every hole in the road, the places you could drive fastest, and the pits never to not drive cautiously through. It was a life of ease, and a life she knew like the back of her hand. It wasn't dangerous or unknown.
Sweet sorrow - He said call tomorrow Sweet sorrow - He said call tomorrow
"Before it was too late."
Do you love me Like I love you Or am I standing still
to be continued
** Standing Still..Jewel's new CD: This Way