Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men Evolution. Marvel and Kid's WB do (and they better renew for a fourth season, dammit).
Author's Notes: This story takes place sometime after Season 1 ends and before Season 2 begins. Oh, and you may read this story and ask Why? The simple answer is, I wanted to, the idea popped into my head and wouldn't go away, and it's something different. And I'm bored. Different doesn't necessarily mean 'bad' and hey, it's a little variety. That never hurt anyone, did it? So read it, enjoy it, review it.
Common sense - stuff in italics are thoughts. Oh, and Kitty's typing is in bolded italics. Cause they're sort of like thoughts, but not quite. But they're still in italics.
Review this, if you want. Positive reviews, negative reviews, constructive criticism, all of it is openly accepted (flame me, love me, hate me, adore me).
I wasn't too pleased with this when I first posted it. Let that be a lesson - posting things when you're half asleep at 2 a.m. isn't a wise move. So I took it down, tweaked it a bit more, had it beta read (thanks Post), tweaked it some more, and viola, here you go.
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A Simple Crush
Katherine Pryde, known as Kitty to others, stared out of her bedroom window in the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters, idly typing up a letter to her parents on a laptop computer.
So here I am, sitting in my bed, writing to you. It's five o'clock, and I'm sooooooo bored. I came down with the flu a few days ago, so I haven't been able to do much except sit in bed all day. Only Mr. Logan has really been able to see me, since he's the only one who won't get sick. Rogue was angry because I got to keep the room all for myself, since like, the Professor doesn't want her to get sick either. I feel kind of b...
A knock at the door interrupted Kitty's typing.
"Who is it?" the young girl called out.
"It's Scott," called a voice from outside.
"Oh, well, come in then."
A handsome brown-haired young man stepped into the room, wearing a warm smile and a pair of red sunglasses. It was Scott Summers, eldest of the students at the Institute, and the leader of the X-Men.
"Hey Kitty. Don't worry, this'll be quick. Wouldn't want to get sick, now would I?" He ignored the girl's indignant look and pulled a bouquet of flowers from behind him. "Just a little 'Get Well Soon' present from everyone." He set the flowers down on the nightstand next to Kitty's bed and backed out of the room, the same warm smile on his face. Kitty returned one of her own, truly touched at the gesture of kindness.
"Be sure to thank everyone for me!" she said as he left the room.
"Sure thing, Kitty," Scott called from the other side of the door.
Kitty picked up the flowers and held them to her nose, breathing in long and hard. Which led to a bit of coughing and spluttering on her part. Her nose was so stopped up that she couldn't get much of a smell out of them, and the deep breaths angered something down in her lungs. "Oh well, it's the thought that counts, I guess," she thought to herself.
She looked around for something that could work as a vase, but found nothing, and so resumed with her typing.
...ad for her, kicking her out of her own room. Aw, how sweet. Scott just brought me in some flowers as a get well present from everyone. They're beautiful, even if I'm too sick to smell them.
She stopped typing and let what she wrote sink into her brain.
Scott brought me flowers.
Kitty giggled, her face turning a light shade of crimson. If Scott had only brought the flowers to me by himself, and not as a present from the others...
She closed her eyes and smiled happily, wrapping her arms around herself and gently rocking back and forth, letting herself indulge in her little fantasy.
So she had a crush on Scott Summers. Big deal. She couldn't think of a girl in Bayville who probably didn't. Even Rogue, in her dark clothes and bad make-up had a crush on Scott. The poor boy was totally oblivious to it all, though.
Too bad it would like, never happen. I mean, obviously Scott wouldn't want to go out with me. He's so totally into Jean, and besides, he's a senior, and I'm not, and he could have any girl he wanted, so why would be ever pick me?
Wishing that wasn't true, Kitty put aside thoughts of mega-cute mutant boys and resumed writing her letter.
*****
Scott, you know that wasn't right. She's too young. He had to agree with what his mind told him. There was a three year difference in their ages. But lately, he couldn't stop thinking about Kitty. There was...something about the girl that drove him wild, to the point that she was all he thought about.
Whatever happened to Jean?
That was a question Scott Summers always ended up asking himself when thoughts of Kitty started to overwhelm him. Somewhere, deep inside, he still had feelings for Jean. How could he not? They'd known each other for such a long time and were the best of friends. Jean was everything a guy could want in a girl: beauty, brains, compassion, strength, confidence, everything.
Of course, the answer to his question was obvious: Duncan Matthews, the stupid blond captain of the football team. Jean was spending most of her free time with him, much to Scott's disliking.
And that was how he found himself less drawn to her as time progressed and more towards the cute, bubbly Valley Girl of the Institute.
Kitty also had all the qualities one could ask for in a girl: a beauty all her own, an innocence that captivated Scott, a fierce sense of loyalty, grace, charm, and beneath all of her superficial teenage ways, she was a very intelligent person. And she had a dazzling smile.
For some reason, her smile made him feel weak in the knees. And it amazed him that he didn't fall flat on his face when he went into her room.
He was pretty sure that she liked him too. He wasn't as totally oblivious to what girls thought of him, despite what others said. He'd seen the way she would sometimes linger near him or smile when she thought his back was turned. That was why he took the first step with the flowers.
I think she liked the flowers. She looked like she did. I wonder if she'll ever find out that it was just me who got them for her... God, I hope she doesn't.
Well, why not? I thought you liked her.
You have a point...maybe she'll think Kurt got them for her...
So he had a crush on Kitty Pryde. Big deal. There was just something about her that...
"Hey man. What are you doin'?"
Scott turned around and looked down at Evan Daniels.
"Huh?"
The dark-skinned boy poked Scott in the chest and gestured to the side of him. "Is there any reason why you're standing in the middle of the hallway?"
Scott blinked hard behind his glasses and looked around. After delivering the flowers, he hadn't taken more than two steps away from Kitty's room before becoming lost in his thoughts.
"Oh...uh, sorry," he replied sheepishly. He stepped out of the way and against the wall, letting Evan pass by.
The dark-skinned boy shook his head and muttered something along the lines of "if you had only answered me a second later, you'd have a spike to go with that pole up your ass" and walked into his room.
Scott shook his head, happy that he didn't mention anything about the flowers, or where Scott had gone after school. He chose to ignore the younger boy's remark, however. After school, he dropped off Kurt, Evan, and Rogue and took off again in a hurry, which was when he went to get the flowers. He hoped they assumed that he was just upset over Jean getting a ride home with Duncan.
From out of nowhere and in his usual fashion, Kurt Wagner appeared in a cloud of brimstone and sulphur-stinking smoke.
"So, Meester Cyclops, you want to tell me vhat those flowers you had were for?"
Scott felt that sinking pit in his stomach and screamed Oh crap! in his head, but showed nothing on the outside.
"What are you talking about, Kurt?" trying to stay calm and collected.
"The flowers you vent and got after school, man!"
"Oh. Those. Well...it's a secret." Be calm. Be cool.
Kurt's pointed blue ears perked up and he practically danced. "Oooooh, you have a girlfriend! I bet they were for Jean, ja?"
Jean? Jean! Kurt, you're a genius!
"Uh yeah...Yeah!" Scott said, very much relieved. "But do me a favor...don't tell her. Or anyone else for that matter."
"No problem!" Kurt exclaimed. "You can trust the fuzzy dude to keep it on the down-low, ja?1"
Scott matched Kurt's grin with one of his own.
Man...I got lucky there. I'll have to be more careful in the future.
And suddenly, the furry young man's yellow eyes took a devious glint. "I haven't seen Keety in a while...I think I should say hello..."
Scott clapsed his shoulder hard. "I wouldn't do that. I just checked in on her, and she said she was really tired. For her sake, don't go bug her right now. Maybe after dinner?" he suggested.
Kurt's mouth slanted and he thought to himself for a moment. "Fine, mein freund. I do have homework to do..."
"It's settled then," Scott said, pushing Kurt to his room, closing the door behind him.
He stuck his head into the room a moment later and said, "Remember. Don't say anything to Jean or anybody else," happily playing along with the lie he was now spinning.
Kurt gave him a thumbs up and grinned, flashing those sharp fangs he called teeth.
Scott wiped a hand across his forehead, breathing a small sigh of relief. He had managed to keep his secret a little longer, but he was going to have to come up with better lies to fool the others.
*****
Two hours later, the residents of the Institute (sans the sick Kitty), were arranged at the dinner table, Kurt flashing stupid smiles to Scott, who just shook his head. If anyone noticed, they didn't say so. The dinner went on, just like every other meal, full of small talk and the like, until...
Logan growled deep in his throat. "Would someone else mind taking this food up to the Half-Pint?" He held a plate with a paper towel draped over it in the air.
The gruff man didn't look forward to taking the food upstairs to Kitty. For the past two nights, the girl had lectured him on nutrition and why meat was bad. Logan didn't mind if she was a vegitarian, but he could do without her pressing her beliefs onto him.
"I'll do it!" Kurt exclaimed, jumping out of his chair.
"Uh...how about I take it?" Scott volunteered, washing his plate in the sink. "I think the last thing Kitty wants while she's sick is Kurt popping in and scaring her to death." Everyone in the room laughed, and Kurt opened his mouth to speak. "I'll take it," Scott said firmly, taking the plate from Kurt, who had taken it from Logan. The older mutant snatched a bottle of water from the refrigerator and picked up and picked up a clean fork before heading up the stairs.
*****
Kitty heard a knock at her door and glanced over at the clock.
Must be dinner.
"Come in, Mr. Logan," she called out.
Outside the door, Scott clearly heard what the girl said, and stifled a laugh. "You come get in, Half-Pint," he said, mimicking his voice in the fashion of Logan's as much as possible. "You need ta get your strength back up. Walkin'll do ya some good."
Kitty furrowed her brows and she looked off to the side, setting aside the book she was reading.
She was tired, and didn't want to get up, but...
He sounds strange... she told herself. I wonder I went and got him sick...
Kitty phased her head through the door and...well, squeaked. Rather than facing the typical rough, scowling Canadian, she was looking at...Scott Summers with a big, goofy grin plastered to his face.
"Where's Logan?" she inquired, phasing completely through the door.
"Logan? He was never here. Or," he paused, clearing his throat. "D'ya mean me?" he finished, in his awful growling voice.
Kitty's eyes narrowed for a moment. "What's going on?"
"What do you mean?"
"Where's Mr. Logan?"
"Oh, well uh..." Scott looked around for a moment. "He had to go somewhere, so I brought you up your dinner."
Kitty arched an eyebrow and said, "Is that so? He just...went somewhere?"
"Come on, would I lie to you?" Scott asked, flashing a big smile.
Kitty's face softened. She didn't believe him but... That smile of his was just too much.
"Like, sorry," she said. "I guess I'm not so used to you being so...Kurt-ish."
"Aww, I'm not that bad, am I?"
The girl didn't say anything, but turned her head away shyly.
Scott made a face. "I am, huh?"
Kitty shook her head. "No, it's ok. It's just so...different from your normal self, you know?"
Scott sighed. "I suppose I should take Kurt's advice and lighten up more often. Well anyway," he said, changing the subject," Here's dinner." He held out the plate in front of him.
Kitty lifted the paper towel to inspect the food, and gave an approving nod.
"Thanks," she said, stepping backwards and through the door.
She had only gone a couple of feet when the door behind her opened up.
"Hey uh..." Scott stammered, looking down at the floor. "I was just wondering if uh...you wanted some company. Since you haven't been out in a while...you know."
After the initial shock had subsided, Kitty smiled warmly. "S..sure."
Oh, he's just being nice, that's all. But omigod, wouldn't it be great if he'd, like... Just wishful thinking, I guess.
She walked very slowly and carefully so as not to accidently trip up and fall on her face in front of Scott. She knew that she'd just die from embarrassment of that that happened.
Scott just smiled to her back, proud of himself that he managed to pull that off so well.
Well, I've taken the first steps into this, but it isn't too late to back out now...
Do you really like her? Like I/you/we said, it isn't too late to back out now.
No...I do like her...
Then let's get this show on the road...
Feeling as giddy as a sugar-filled eight year old, Scott pulled a chair up alongside her bed slid into it, unleashing the biggest, brightest smile he could manage...
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Alright, so this probably wouldn't work out in the show, but hey, it's fan fiction, where anything can happen.
If you out there in Reader Land like this, I'll write more. Hell, I'll probably write more regardless, even if you don't like it.
Author's Notes: This story takes place sometime after Season 1 ends and before Season 2 begins. Oh, and you may read this story and ask Why? The simple answer is, I wanted to, the idea popped into my head and wouldn't go away, and it's something different. And I'm bored. Different doesn't necessarily mean 'bad' and hey, it's a little variety. That never hurt anyone, did it? So read it, enjoy it, review it.
Common sense - stuff in italics are thoughts. Oh, and Kitty's typing is in bolded italics. Cause they're sort of like thoughts, but not quite. But they're still in italics.
Review this, if you want. Positive reviews, negative reviews, constructive criticism, all of it is openly accepted (flame me, love me, hate me, adore me).
I wasn't too pleased with this when I first posted it. Let that be a lesson - posting things when you're half asleep at 2 a.m. isn't a wise move. So I took it down, tweaked it a bit more, had it beta read (thanks Post), tweaked it some more, and viola, here you go.
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Katherine Pryde, known as Kitty to others, stared out of her bedroom window in the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters, idly typing up a letter to her parents on a laptop computer.
So here I am, sitting in my bed, writing to you. It's five o'clock, and I'm sooooooo bored. I came down with the flu a few days ago, so I haven't been able to do much except sit in bed all day. Only Mr. Logan has really been able to see me, since he's the only one who won't get sick. Rogue was angry because I got to keep the room all for myself, since like, the Professor doesn't want her to get sick either. I feel kind of b...
A knock at the door interrupted Kitty's typing.
"Who is it?" the young girl called out.
"It's Scott," called a voice from outside.
"Oh, well, come in then."
A handsome brown-haired young man stepped into the room, wearing a warm smile and a pair of red sunglasses. It was Scott Summers, eldest of the students at the Institute, and the leader of the X-Men.
"Hey Kitty. Don't worry, this'll be quick. Wouldn't want to get sick, now would I?" He ignored the girl's indignant look and pulled a bouquet of flowers from behind him. "Just a little 'Get Well Soon' present from everyone." He set the flowers down on the nightstand next to Kitty's bed and backed out of the room, the same warm smile on his face. Kitty returned one of her own, truly touched at the gesture of kindness.
"Be sure to thank everyone for me!" she said as he left the room.
"Sure thing, Kitty," Scott called from the other side of the door.
Kitty picked up the flowers and held them to her nose, breathing in long and hard. Which led to a bit of coughing and spluttering on her part. Her nose was so stopped up that she couldn't get much of a smell out of them, and the deep breaths angered something down in her lungs. "Oh well, it's the thought that counts, I guess," she thought to herself.
She looked around for something that could work as a vase, but found nothing, and so resumed with her typing.
...ad for her, kicking her out of her own room. Aw, how sweet. Scott just brought me in some flowers as a get well present from everyone. They're beautiful, even if I'm too sick to smell them.
She stopped typing and let what she wrote sink into her brain.
Scott brought me flowers.
Kitty giggled, her face turning a light shade of crimson. If Scott had only brought the flowers to me by himself, and not as a present from the others...
She closed her eyes and smiled happily, wrapping her arms around herself and gently rocking back and forth, letting herself indulge in her little fantasy.
So she had a crush on Scott Summers. Big deal. She couldn't think of a girl in Bayville who probably didn't. Even Rogue, in her dark clothes and bad make-up had a crush on Scott. The poor boy was totally oblivious to it all, though.
Too bad it would like, never happen. I mean, obviously Scott wouldn't want to go out with me. He's so totally into Jean, and besides, he's a senior, and I'm not, and he could have any girl he wanted, so why would be ever pick me?
Wishing that wasn't true, Kitty put aside thoughts of mega-cute mutant boys and resumed writing her letter.
*****
Scott, you know that wasn't right. She's too young. He had to agree with what his mind told him. There was a three year difference in their ages. But lately, he couldn't stop thinking about Kitty. There was...something about the girl that drove him wild, to the point that she was all he thought about.
Whatever happened to Jean?
That was a question Scott Summers always ended up asking himself when thoughts of Kitty started to overwhelm him. Somewhere, deep inside, he still had feelings for Jean. How could he not? They'd known each other for such a long time and were the best of friends. Jean was everything a guy could want in a girl: beauty, brains, compassion, strength, confidence, everything.
Of course, the answer to his question was obvious: Duncan Matthews, the stupid blond captain of the football team. Jean was spending most of her free time with him, much to Scott's disliking.
And that was how he found himself less drawn to her as time progressed and more towards the cute, bubbly Valley Girl of the Institute.
Kitty also had all the qualities one could ask for in a girl: a beauty all her own, an innocence that captivated Scott, a fierce sense of loyalty, grace, charm, and beneath all of her superficial teenage ways, she was a very intelligent person. And she had a dazzling smile.
For some reason, her smile made him feel weak in the knees. And it amazed him that he didn't fall flat on his face when he went into her room.
He was pretty sure that she liked him too. He wasn't as totally oblivious to what girls thought of him, despite what others said. He'd seen the way she would sometimes linger near him or smile when she thought his back was turned. That was why he took the first step with the flowers.
I think she liked the flowers. She looked like she did. I wonder if she'll ever find out that it was just me who got them for her... God, I hope she doesn't.
Well, why not? I thought you liked her.
You have a point...maybe she'll think Kurt got them for her...
So he had a crush on Kitty Pryde. Big deal. There was just something about her that...
"Hey man. What are you doin'?"
Scott turned around and looked down at Evan Daniels.
"Huh?"
The dark-skinned boy poked Scott in the chest and gestured to the side of him. "Is there any reason why you're standing in the middle of the hallway?"
Scott blinked hard behind his glasses and looked around. After delivering the flowers, he hadn't taken more than two steps away from Kitty's room before becoming lost in his thoughts.
"Oh...uh, sorry," he replied sheepishly. He stepped out of the way and against the wall, letting Evan pass by.
The dark-skinned boy shook his head and muttered something along the lines of "if you had only answered me a second later, you'd have a spike to go with that pole up your ass" and walked into his room.
Scott shook his head, happy that he didn't mention anything about the flowers, or where Scott had gone after school. He chose to ignore the younger boy's remark, however. After school, he dropped off Kurt, Evan, and Rogue and took off again in a hurry, which was when he went to get the flowers. He hoped they assumed that he was just upset over Jean getting a ride home with Duncan.
From out of nowhere and in his usual fashion, Kurt Wagner appeared in a cloud of brimstone and sulphur-stinking smoke.
"So, Meester Cyclops, you want to tell me vhat those flowers you had were for?"
Scott felt that sinking pit in his stomach and screamed Oh crap! in his head, but showed nothing on the outside.
"What are you talking about, Kurt?" trying to stay calm and collected.
"The flowers you vent and got after school, man!"
"Oh. Those. Well...it's a secret." Be calm. Be cool.
Kurt's pointed blue ears perked up and he practically danced. "Oooooh, you have a girlfriend! I bet they were for Jean, ja?"
Jean? Jean! Kurt, you're a genius!
"Uh yeah...Yeah!" Scott said, very much relieved. "But do me a favor...don't tell her. Or anyone else for that matter."
"No problem!" Kurt exclaimed. "You can trust the fuzzy dude to keep it on the down-low, ja?1"
Scott matched Kurt's grin with one of his own.
Man...I got lucky there. I'll have to be more careful in the future.
And suddenly, the furry young man's yellow eyes took a devious glint. "I haven't seen Keety in a while...I think I should say hello..."
Scott clapsed his shoulder hard. "I wouldn't do that. I just checked in on her, and she said she was really tired. For her sake, don't go bug her right now. Maybe after dinner?" he suggested.
Kurt's mouth slanted and he thought to himself for a moment. "Fine, mein freund. I do have homework to do..."
"It's settled then," Scott said, pushing Kurt to his room, closing the door behind him.
He stuck his head into the room a moment later and said, "Remember. Don't say anything to Jean or anybody else," happily playing along with the lie he was now spinning.
Kurt gave him a thumbs up and grinned, flashing those sharp fangs he called teeth.
Scott wiped a hand across his forehead, breathing a small sigh of relief. He had managed to keep his secret a little longer, but he was going to have to come up with better lies to fool the others.
*****
Two hours later, the residents of the Institute (sans the sick Kitty), were arranged at the dinner table, Kurt flashing stupid smiles to Scott, who just shook his head. If anyone noticed, they didn't say so. The dinner went on, just like every other meal, full of small talk and the like, until...
Logan growled deep in his throat. "Would someone else mind taking this food up to the Half-Pint?" He held a plate with a paper towel draped over it in the air.
The gruff man didn't look forward to taking the food upstairs to Kitty. For the past two nights, the girl had lectured him on nutrition and why meat was bad. Logan didn't mind if she was a vegitarian, but he could do without her pressing her beliefs onto him.
"I'll do it!" Kurt exclaimed, jumping out of his chair.
"Uh...how about I take it?" Scott volunteered, washing his plate in the sink. "I think the last thing Kitty wants while she's sick is Kurt popping in and scaring her to death." Everyone in the room laughed, and Kurt opened his mouth to speak. "I'll take it," Scott said firmly, taking the plate from Kurt, who had taken it from Logan. The older mutant snatched a bottle of water from the refrigerator and picked up and picked up a clean fork before heading up the stairs.
*****
Kitty heard a knock at her door and glanced over at the clock.
Must be dinner.
"Come in, Mr. Logan," she called out.
Outside the door, Scott clearly heard what the girl said, and stifled a laugh. "You come get in, Half-Pint," he said, mimicking his voice in the fashion of Logan's as much as possible. "You need ta get your strength back up. Walkin'll do ya some good."
Kitty furrowed her brows and she looked off to the side, setting aside the book she was reading.
She was tired, and didn't want to get up, but...
He sounds strange... she told herself. I wonder I went and got him sick...
Kitty phased her head through the door and...well, squeaked. Rather than facing the typical rough, scowling Canadian, she was looking at...Scott Summers with a big, goofy grin plastered to his face.
"Where's Logan?" she inquired, phasing completely through the door.
"Logan? He was never here. Or," he paused, clearing his throat. "D'ya mean me?" he finished, in his awful growling voice.
Kitty's eyes narrowed for a moment. "What's going on?"
"What do you mean?"
"Where's Mr. Logan?"
"Oh, well uh..." Scott looked around for a moment. "He had to go somewhere, so I brought you up your dinner."
Kitty arched an eyebrow and said, "Is that so? He just...went somewhere?"
"Come on, would I lie to you?" Scott asked, flashing a big smile.
Kitty's face softened. She didn't believe him but... That smile of his was just too much.
"Like, sorry," she said. "I guess I'm not so used to you being so...Kurt-ish."
"Aww, I'm not that bad, am I?"
The girl didn't say anything, but turned her head away shyly.
Scott made a face. "I am, huh?"
Kitty shook her head. "No, it's ok. It's just so...different from your normal self, you know?"
Scott sighed. "I suppose I should take Kurt's advice and lighten up more often. Well anyway," he said, changing the subject," Here's dinner." He held out the plate in front of him.
Kitty lifted the paper towel to inspect the food, and gave an approving nod.
"Thanks," she said, stepping backwards and through the door.
She had only gone a couple of feet when the door behind her opened up.
"Hey uh..." Scott stammered, looking down at the floor. "I was just wondering if uh...you wanted some company. Since you haven't been out in a while...you know."
After the initial shock had subsided, Kitty smiled warmly. "S..sure."
Oh, he's just being nice, that's all. But omigod, wouldn't it be great if he'd, like... Just wishful thinking, I guess.
She walked very slowly and carefully so as not to accidently trip up and fall on her face in front of Scott. She knew that she'd just die from embarrassment of that that happened.
Scott just smiled to her back, proud of himself that he managed to pull that off so well.
Well, I've taken the first steps into this, but it isn't too late to back out now...
Do you really like her? Like I/you/we said, it isn't too late to back out now.
No...I do like her...
Then let's get this show on the road...
Feeling as giddy as a sugar-filled eight year old, Scott pulled a chair up alongside her bed slid into it, unleashing the biggest, brightest smile he could manage...
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Alright, so this probably wouldn't work out in the show, but hey, it's fan fiction, where anything can happen.
If you out there in Reader Land like this, I'll write more. Hell, I'll probably write more regardless, even if you don't like it.