(Pryde/Wisdom) the Greatest Miracle of All 13/?
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!
After Uncanny X-Men #379 and before X-Men #99.
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Part XIII: "Will You, If I Lie"
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"Tryin' to freeze to death?"
"Watching the sky."
She wasn't that startled by the sudden appearance of someone - no less, him - at her side, but it hadn't caused her to move till he spoke. Her eyes had been focused on the deep velvety blue before her. Something simple and normal. That was there when she was born and would still be there after she died. It could just suddenly vanish or leave.
A soft sigh parted the center of her lips, and she drew the blanket around her shoulders a little closer to her as a strong breeze went though it. He had responded and she felt an urge to expand even though she knew she didn't have to.
"I remember when I first came here, and it was still this amazingly huge place I was going to get lost in everyday, I would come and sit out here. I'd marvel at how the stars were still the same here as home and on windy nights - like tonight - I'd sit outside and let the air stream straight through me. I was trying to remember the first time I felt that."
Kitty shook her head and shivered as a gale blasted through her blanket again, and her glance seemed to dare him to send her inside. But he didn't. He was looking off at the Brimstone Lake in the visible distance from them, stars on the earth. He hadn't been someone to take best to the change as far as she knew, which was very little these days.
As another breeze cycled through she put her hand out in the breeze, feeling it pass through her fingers. Those same fingers clenched into fist before the breeze had even past and she said with a hard tone.
"It's not right."
"No one ever said it was," Logan's gruff voice so close to her responded the moment after her outburst and she looked over at him. If it wasn't her imagination he'd winced when he'd turned to look at her. How...odd??
"We're the X-Men," Kitty relented to a lower tone. "We should be solving this, figuring out how to make it right, change it back. Not running around like this is some new gift from god. That is - was out life - our life! - and they don't care!"
"They jest-"
"Aren't trying!" Katherine yelled into the howling wind. And crossed her arms, even with her hands still holding parts of the blanket. She refused to give into the feeling of the cold. She'd be fine out here. "They're running around down town, doing everything, everywhere - everything normal - leaving here and forgetting the X-Men! I mean look at it, Betsy and Warren took off for a vacation yesterday. Jean's gone home to her parents. Rogue and Remy vanished the first night. Everyone....just split."
"Would you feel better 'n Genosha fightin' beside Magneto, with Hank an' Bobby?" He asked fixing her with an unblinking stare through her entire rant.
"I can't." Her hands uncrossed from her shoulders and slid to her stomach still holding the blanket around her close. It was a guilty feeling that filled her knowing she couldn't do it. Couldn't do anything. "I promised I wouldn't place myself into any danger in this -" she glared at the sky, before finishing. "-this condition. I didn't make that promise thinking I'd have to watch the X-Men dissolve before my own eyes."
"Can ya spite Rogue for bein' glad ta be free of her powers?"
"I-" Kitty opened her mouth, too far gone on her triad, she was read for anything to be able to have a smart remark to, but closed it in the next moment. She blinked and looked down at the ground. How could ever held it against Rogue who they'd never been able to help? "No. She can finally touch people after not being able to for such a long time...for her whole life."
"It's just...well," she continued, fiddling with the blanket in the balls of her hands. "Everyone else. Ororo, you, the vacationers, the entire Senior Staff members."
"What would ya have us do, pum'kin?" He said, as he reached over and pulled her close to him, noticing even though she seemed to be trying to hide it; that she was shivering.
"Something....anything," she said with a resigned tone as she allowed herself to be moved. There wasn't enough will in her to fight the entire world And especially not everyone she loved.
"Shouldn't ya think about fxin' your own life bef're everyone else's?"
"Fix what?"
"From tha' girl who hasn't been out of her bedroom or comput'r room for nothin' but food, nor left the house except twice in three days for dance?" He ran his hand along her arm over the blanket as she shivered again at a sharp strong breeze. "Wisdom hasn't come by in all tha' time neither."
"Oh, great. Now I'm getting my love life critiqued by the man still in a legally binding marriage contract with Viper?" She regretted her words once the first time the started spilling out of her lips, and a second time when he stiffened, a growl raising in his throat. Stupid. She was too ready lash out right now. She wasn't mad at him at all. No not him. "I -- I'm -- we -"
She sighed again and moved to rub her face with her hands still holding the blanket, feeling already as he relaxed marginally that it was something he was trying to over look. She ended up looking down at her blanket when she said it, moving it between her fingers. "We had a fight."
"Wher's he now?" Logan asked watching the girl who was as much his daughter as he'd ever had.
"Probably in his hotel room," Kitty replied with a quiet voice. "He said he wasn't coming back pretty much."
"An' he's just sittin' there waitin'?" He asked as he looked down at the top of her head, where it rested on his shoulder now. "That'd be a nice bill for nothin' but sittin' an' waitin'. How's he payin' for all this, Kitty?"
"I don't-" she started and moved slightly, to see him, her face contorted with confusion. "Why would I?"
"Weren't ya the one who related that he spends his money on his fathers bills?" He watched a dawning shock start to widen her eyes in the light that only sat around them from one house light and the moon. "I'd say those bill are higher now with his probl'ms."
"I - he -we never talked about it," she said, stiffening and starting to feel like she'd been incredibly stupid to not think about it. Her right hand fiddled inside the blanket with her Star of David now. How stupid of her! Not to think about where the money was coming from for him to be here. What about that car? And his food? And everything?
"Seems there's a lot of that goin' around."
She flushed the more he spoke, feeling more shame over take her being as she just let her head fall back on his shoulder. She felt like she was just waking up. Like someone had slapped her. Like someone had finally made her open her eyes....but whatever she felt, Logan still spoke, perhaps thinking she wasn't getting it.
"An no matter what's goin' on between you and Wisdom, who made wha' mistakes now, in the end neither of ya are going to be the one to get the worst of this if you both stay locked in yer own worlds an' no one gives any."
Kitty's hand let go of the Star of David, even though she didn't look at him, and lowered her hand slowly back to her stomach.
~*~*~
Another girl watching the stars, not so far away, felt hand settle on her shoulders and she looked over her right shoulder to meet the tan face in the dark. It was harder to se him because the lights inside the apartment silhouetted him. Nothing ever shadowed him to her. Not even this new problem
"You okay?" He asked softly, as he started to knead her shoulders slowly.
"Mhmm." She said turning back to the sky, her hands on the railing of the balcony as she stared upward. Her words were hesitant. "I'm all packed. I - I'm ready for tomorrow."
A hard sigh came from behind her, from him, and a shiver ran down her spine, his hands stopping all at once. She felt his breath in her hair before he placed a kiss in her hair and moved his arms around her shoulders to hold her against him a moment. "Tell me what your thinking, Lee."
Tear pricked her eyes, because she knew what it must have taken for him to finally say that. He hadn't let her feel weakened by all this for three days and everytime she'd ask he'd tell her he was fine, even if the phantoms in his eyes lied to her as well as shadows hide in the light.
"I'm thinking out parents must have been out there somewhere. That they loved us in some shape or form. That I wish the dreams I got have meaning. And-" She raised her hands from the railing to close her arms over his and hug his arms, feeling his cheek against her hair. "I think that I love you more than life, and I can feel your pain even if I can't hear what your thinking. I think I know that there's a choke in your throat and a wish to cry that's stronger than you want to admit to me."
His arms tightened on her, but she wasn't too surprised. She wasn't surprised when she heard the faint but deep inhale through his nose. She looked down at his hands and pulled the one that crosses over her from her left and rested on her shoulder up to kiss.
"I think that you've lost your black outs, and I've lost my headaches, and we'd pay all the money they left in their death to us, if they'd just give us back everything that's been taken away."
A sniffle came from behind her while at the sometime a tear rolled down her cheek that she didn't move to wipe away.
"I think tomorrow we'll get on a boat for a two week cruise and try to enjoy that now all we are is what people perceive us to be. Twins. Orphans. The Billionaire Chartez Twins. As two people who are inseparable. They'll be thoughts about incest that we won't be able to laugh at. They'll be so many thoughts and feeling we won't feel that we'll stick away from people, because of doubt, and be perceived further as loners."
Another tear feel down her cheek and she could tell a section of her hair was wet now, but she couldn't seem to feel the weight of him on her shoulders, even though he hadn't moved even slightly. She wasn't going to move at all if she could help it. He was leaning on her. He needed her. He needed her so much that he had to get over the fact he'd never needed to say anything before for her to be there for him.
"I think that each day we'll each fear that the other is drifting further from us, and that one day we'll loose each other forever. That everytime we part to spend even moments apart, that this is the first step to longer and longer times apart. That we might forget what each others mental voice sounds like, or the pull of true emotion inside of us pulled by our other half."
She finally moved and he stiffened because she did, and opened his arms but all she did was turn around inside his arms and pull him toward the rail, and lean her waist against it with her weight and look up into his eyes. What she saw broke the resistance not to cry and more tears fell from her eyes. She took his hand and placed it over her heart and placed her over his.
"But I know this, Kyle. I know the beat of your heart, and the way you breathe. I know your touch on my skin. I know what all of your expressions will mean even if I never saw them directed at me. I know that way your lips just barely move, not even forming a smile, when you're actually amused at something. And I know that I will love you even with my last dying breath no matter what happens after this day, and that you still love me more than anyone you ever have, too. And I know that we'll make it -"
"Together."
to be continued
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!
After Uncanny X-Men #379 and before X-Men #99.
--------------
Part XIII: "Will You, If I Lie"
--------------
"Tryin' to freeze to death?"
"Watching the sky."
She wasn't that startled by the sudden appearance of someone - no less, him - at her side, but it hadn't caused her to move till he spoke. Her eyes had been focused on the deep velvety blue before her. Something simple and normal. That was there when she was born and would still be there after she died. It could just suddenly vanish or leave.
A soft sigh parted the center of her lips, and she drew the blanket around her shoulders a little closer to her as a strong breeze went though it. He had responded and she felt an urge to expand even though she knew she didn't have to.
"I remember when I first came here, and it was still this amazingly huge place I was going to get lost in everyday, I would come and sit out here. I'd marvel at how the stars were still the same here as home and on windy nights - like tonight - I'd sit outside and let the air stream straight through me. I was trying to remember the first time I felt that."
Kitty shook her head and shivered as a gale blasted through her blanket again, and her glance seemed to dare him to send her inside. But he didn't. He was looking off at the Brimstone Lake in the visible distance from them, stars on the earth. He hadn't been someone to take best to the change as far as she knew, which was very little these days.
As another breeze cycled through she put her hand out in the breeze, feeling it pass through her fingers. Those same fingers clenched into fist before the breeze had even past and she said with a hard tone.
"It's not right."
"No one ever said it was," Logan's gruff voice so close to her responded the moment after her outburst and she looked over at him. If it wasn't her imagination he'd winced when he'd turned to look at her. How...odd??
"We're the X-Men," Kitty relented to a lower tone. "We should be solving this, figuring out how to make it right, change it back. Not running around like this is some new gift from god. That is - was out life - our life! - and they don't care!"
"They jest-"
"Aren't trying!" Katherine yelled into the howling wind. And crossed her arms, even with her hands still holding parts of the blanket. She refused to give into the feeling of the cold. She'd be fine out here. "They're running around down town, doing everything, everywhere - everything normal - leaving here and forgetting the X-Men! I mean look at it, Betsy and Warren took off for a vacation yesterday. Jean's gone home to her parents. Rogue and Remy vanished the first night. Everyone....just split."
"Would you feel better 'n Genosha fightin' beside Magneto, with Hank an' Bobby?" He asked fixing her with an unblinking stare through her entire rant.
"I can't." Her hands uncrossed from her shoulders and slid to her stomach still holding the blanket around her close. It was a guilty feeling that filled her knowing she couldn't do it. Couldn't do anything. "I promised I wouldn't place myself into any danger in this -" she glared at the sky, before finishing. "-this condition. I didn't make that promise thinking I'd have to watch the X-Men dissolve before my own eyes."
"Can ya spite Rogue for bein' glad ta be free of her powers?"
"I-" Kitty opened her mouth, too far gone on her triad, she was read for anything to be able to have a smart remark to, but closed it in the next moment. She blinked and looked down at the ground. How could ever held it against Rogue who they'd never been able to help? "No. She can finally touch people after not being able to for such a long time...for her whole life."
"It's just...well," she continued, fiddling with the blanket in the balls of her hands. "Everyone else. Ororo, you, the vacationers, the entire Senior Staff members."
"What would ya have us do, pum'kin?" He said, as he reached over and pulled her close to him, noticing even though she seemed to be trying to hide it; that she was shivering.
"Something....anything," she said with a resigned tone as she allowed herself to be moved. There wasn't enough will in her to fight the entire world And especially not everyone she loved.
"Shouldn't ya think about fxin' your own life bef're everyone else's?"
"Fix what?"
"From tha' girl who hasn't been out of her bedroom or comput'r room for nothin' but food, nor left the house except twice in three days for dance?" He ran his hand along her arm over the blanket as she shivered again at a sharp strong breeze. "Wisdom hasn't come by in all tha' time neither."
"Oh, great. Now I'm getting my love life critiqued by the man still in a legally binding marriage contract with Viper?" She regretted her words once the first time the started spilling out of her lips, and a second time when he stiffened, a growl raising in his throat. Stupid. She was too ready lash out right now. She wasn't mad at him at all. No not him. "I -- I'm -- we -"
She sighed again and moved to rub her face with her hands still holding the blanket, feeling already as he relaxed marginally that it was something he was trying to over look. She ended up looking down at her blanket when she said it, moving it between her fingers. "We had a fight."
"Wher's he now?" Logan asked watching the girl who was as much his daughter as he'd ever had.
"Probably in his hotel room," Kitty replied with a quiet voice. "He said he wasn't coming back pretty much."
"An' he's just sittin' there waitin'?" He asked as he looked down at the top of her head, where it rested on his shoulder now. "That'd be a nice bill for nothin' but sittin' an' waitin'. How's he payin' for all this, Kitty?"
"I don't-" she started and moved slightly, to see him, her face contorted with confusion. "Why would I?"
"Weren't ya the one who related that he spends his money on his fathers bills?" He watched a dawning shock start to widen her eyes in the light that only sat around them from one house light and the moon. "I'd say those bill are higher now with his probl'ms."
"I - he -we never talked about it," she said, stiffening and starting to feel like she'd been incredibly stupid to not think about it. Her right hand fiddled inside the blanket with her Star of David now. How stupid of her! Not to think about where the money was coming from for him to be here. What about that car? And his food? And everything?
"Seems there's a lot of that goin' around."
She flushed the more he spoke, feeling more shame over take her being as she just let her head fall back on his shoulder. She felt like she was just waking up. Like someone had slapped her. Like someone had finally made her open her eyes....but whatever she felt, Logan still spoke, perhaps thinking she wasn't getting it.
"An no matter what's goin' on between you and Wisdom, who made wha' mistakes now, in the end neither of ya are going to be the one to get the worst of this if you both stay locked in yer own worlds an' no one gives any."
Kitty's hand let go of the Star of David, even though she didn't look at him, and lowered her hand slowly back to her stomach.
~*~*~
Another girl watching the stars, not so far away, felt hand settle on her shoulders and she looked over her right shoulder to meet the tan face in the dark. It was harder to se him because the lights inside the apartment silhouetted him. Nothing ever shadowed him to her. Not even this new problem
"You okay?" He asked softly, as he started to knead her shoulders slowly.
"Mhmm." She said turning back to the sky, her hands on the railing of the balcony as she stared upward. Her words were hesitant. "I'm all packed. I - I'm ready for tomorrow."
A hard sigh came from behind her, from him, and a shiver ran down her spine, his hands stopping all at once. She felt his breath in her hair before he placed a kiss in her hair and moved his arms around her shoulders to hold her against him a moment. "Tell me what your thinking, Lee."
Tear pricked her eyes, because she knew what it must have taken for him to finally say that. He hadn't let her feel weakened by all this for three days and everytime she'd ask he'd tell her he was fine, even if the phantoms in his eyes lied to her as well as shadows hide in the light.
"I'm thinking out parents must have been out there somewhere. That they loved us in some shape or form. That I wish the dreams I got have meaning. And-" She raised her hands from the railing to close her arms over his and hug his arms, feeling his cheek against her hair. "I think that I love you more than life, and I can feel your pain even if I can't hear what your thinking. I think I know that there's a choke in your throat and a wish to cry that's stronger than you want to admit to me."
His arms tightened on her, but she wasn't too surprised. She wasn't surprised when she heard the faint but deep inhale through his nose. She looked down at his hands and pulled the one that crosses over her from her left and rested on her shoulder up to kiss.
"I think that you've lost your black outs, and I've lost my headaches, and we'd pay all the money they left in their death to us, if they'd just give us back everything that's been taken away."
A sniffle came from behind her while at the sometime a tear rolled down her cheek that she didn't move to wipe away.
"I think tomorrow we'll get on a boat for a two week cruise and try to enjoy that now all we are is what people perceive us to be. Twins. Orphans. The Billionaire Chartez Twins. As two people who are inseparable. They'll be thoughts about incest that we won't be able to laugh at. They'll be so many thoughts and feeling we won't feel that we'll stick away from people, because of doubt, and be perceived further as loners."
Another tear feel down her cheek and she could tell a section of her hair was wet now, but she couldn't seem to feel the weight of him on her shoulders, even though he hadn't moved even slightly. She wasn't going to move at all if she could help it. He was leaning on her. He needed her. He needed her so much that he had to get over the fact he'd never needed to say anything before for her to be there for him.
"I think that each day we'll each fear that the other is drifting further from us, and that one day we'll loose each other forever. That everytime we part to spend even moments apart, that this is the first step to longer and longer times apart. That we might forget what each others mental voice sounds like, or the pull of true emotion inside of us pulled by our other half."
She finally moved and he stiffened because she did, and opened his arms but all she did was turn around inside his arms and pull him toward the rail, and lean her waist against it with her weight and look up into his eyes. What she saw broke the resistance not to cry and more tears fell from her eyes. She took his hand and placed it over her heart and placed her over his.
"But I know this, Kyle. I know the beat of your heart, and the way you breathe. I know your touch on my skin. I know what all of your expressions will mean even if I never saw them directed at me. I know that way your lips just barely move, not even forming a smile, when you're actually amused at something. And I know that I will love you even with my last dying breath no matter what happens after this day, and that you still love me more than anyone you ever have, too. And I know that we'll make it -"
"Together."
to be continued