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Chapter 6
Kitty and Lance returned with a duffle bag of Remy's clothes a while later. They decided to walk and stopped for a couple of "detours" along the way. Storm suggested that they not say anything to the other Brotherhood members and if they should ask tell them Remy had to attend to some business in New York and asked them to forward his clothes. It was definitely uncomfortable for Kitty to be at the Brotherhood's manner and not only because the X-Men were technically holding their leader hostage, but because everyone was home and let's face it she wasn't very good at lying.
"Lance, what if I like let something slip," Kitty whined.
"Let me do all the talking." said Lance, "All you have to do is go up to his room and dump out the top dresser drawer into a duffle bag."
"Ok, sounds like a plan," said Kitty nervously.
"Just follow my lead," said Lance as he opened the door.
As Lance and Kitty walked through the door only to be greeted by the cold stares of the members of the brotherhood; Kitty started to panic. Peitro was the first to approach the couple. He was sporting his usual pissed off expression.
"Where is Wanda and what is she doing here?" interrogated Pietro.
"I haven't seen Wanda all day and I think you would know by now why she's here." Said Lance with a wicked smirk. True, he had taken it a bit far, but he had to use anything as a distraction to throw Pietro off the scent of their true mission. Lance knew if Pietro found out about Wanda and Remy's true whereabouts he would go through the roof and call Buckethead into the situation, and then not even Professor Xavior himself could save him.
Kitty gasped and punched Lance's shoulder, "Lance, like what an awful thing to say!"
"Ow!" yelped Lance.
Pietro tried to suppress laugh, "I can see things are still 'hot and cold' with you two. By the way you haven't heard from Remy, have you?"
"Since when do you care about Remy?" asked Lance.
Just the name made Kitty start to tear up. God only knows what Mr. Logan was doing to him. He tortured the kids at the institute everyday for two hours every morning and they were the closest thing to family he had. Remy didn't stand a chance.
"Well, last night was so peaceful without the warden I was just wondering if we were going to be on our own again." Pietro said simply.
"I think he did call," said Lance, "around 3, 3:30 he said he had some business to clear up in Buffalo. He won't be back to night."
"Sweet!" Toad chimed in, "I going back out."
'Buffalo' did it for Kitty. She ran up stairs to Remy's room with tears in her eyes and slammed the door behind her.
"That was. odd." Piertro ventured.
"Uh, ya." Lance stammered, "you know women and hormones."
Fred and Pietro looked at each other, "Why is she gonna have a baby or something?" inquired Fred.
All the color left Lance's face. Kitty had been acting strange today. First she was happy, then sad, then angry, then tired, then angry and now sad again. What was up with that?
"I'm just going to go and check on that," said Lance making a mad dash for the stairs.
"You do that." said Pietro with an evil glint in his eye, "C'mon Blob Wheel of Fortune's on in 5."
Lance flew into Remy's room and slammed the door behind him. He stood there dumbfounded for a few seconds as he watched Kitty calmly packing Remy's clothes into a duffle bag. It didn't make sense she was fine now, but two minutes ago she was pouring on the water works.
Finally, Lance found his voice, "Kitty," he walked over to her and took one of her hands, "you're."
"Really relieved that worked," Kitty cut him off.
"Really relieved what worked?" asked Lance swallowing hard.
"That whole running out of the room thing, I knew that would like get Pietro off our case. Men can't handle it when women cry. At least it always works with my father. Whenever my mother goes out of town on business I can always get whatever I want out of my father. Lance, are you like, ok?" Kitty suddenly noticed Lance's lack of color. "So you're not." Lance trailed off.
"Not what?" asked Kitty in her usual perky tone.
"Not." Lance shrugged and looked at Kitty's stomach.
"Not what, Lance?" asked Kitty beginning to loose her patients.
"You know." Lance gestured to her stomach.
Kitty got a wicked gleam in her eye, putting the free hand on her stomach and squeezing Lance's hand said, "Why Lance, it was supposed to be your Christmas present."
"W-Wh-Wh-What?" Lance felt faint.
"Lance," whispered Kitty, "I'm kidding."
Lance staggered backwards and propped himself up on the dresser, "Kitty, I just want you to know that I was three seconds from joining Remy in med lab."
"Speaking of Remy we are in his room, your teammates are downstairs and Logan is all the way back at the Institute, whadaya say? How about a quick one before we go back?"
"Normally, the answer would be yes without question, five minutes ago the answer would have been yes without question, but now I would rather just bring these clothes to Remy, come back here and lay awake in bed for the rest of the night." said Lance hyperventilating.
Kitty opened the window and threw the bag out the window, so Pietro and Blob wouldn't see them leave with it. She looked back at Lance who was still rather shell shocked and couldn't help, but laugh.
Chapter 6
Kitty and Lance returned with a duffle bag of Remy's clothes a while later. They decided to walk and stopped for a couple of "detours" along the way. Storm suggested that they not say anything to the other Brotherhood members and if they should ask tell them Remy had to attend to some business in New York and asked them to forward his clothes. It was definitely uncomfortable for Kitty to be at the Brotherhood's manner and not only because the X-Men were technically holding their leader hostage, but because everyone was home and let's face it she wasn't very good at lying.
"Lance, what if I like let something slip," Kitty whined.
"Let me do all the talking." said Lance, "All you have to do is go up to his room and dump out the top dresser drawer into a duffle bag."
"Ok, sounds like a plan," said Kitty nervously.
"Just follow my lead," said Lance as he opened the door.
As Lance and Kitty walked through the door only to be greeted by the cold stares of the members of the brotherhood; Kitty started to panic. Peitro was the first to approach the couple. He was sporting his usual pissed off expression.
"Where is Wanda and what is she doing here?" interrogated Pietro.
"I haven't seen Wanda all day and I think you would know by now why she's here." Said Lance with a wicked smirk. True, he had taken it a bit far, but he had to use anything as a distraction to throw Pietro off the scent of their true mission. Lance knew if Pietro found out about Wanda and Remy's true whereabouts he would go through the roof and call Buckethead into the situation, and then not even Professor Xavior himself could save him.
Kitty gasped and punched Lance's shoulder, "Lance, like what an awful thing to say!"
"Ow!" yelped Lance.
Pietro tried to suppress laugh, "I can see things are still 'hot and cold' with you two. By the way you haven't heard from Remy, have you?"
"Since when do you care about Remy?" asked Lance.
Just the name made Kitty start to tear up. God only knows what Mr. Logan was doing to him. He tortured the kids at the institute everyday for two hours every morning and they were the closest thing to family he had. Remy didn't stand a chance.
"Well, last night was so peaceful without the warden I was just wondering if we were going to be on our own again." Pietro said simply.
"I think he did call," said Lance, "around 3, 3:30 he said he had some business to clear up in Buffalo. He won't be back to night."
"Sweet!" Toad chimed in, "I going back out."
'Buffalo' did it for Kitty. She ran up stairs to Remy's room with tears in her eyes and slammed the door behind her.
"That was. odd." Piertro ventured.
"Uh, ya." Lance stammered, "you know women and hormones."
Fred and Pietro looked at each other, "Why is she gonna have a baby or something?" inquired Fred.
All the color left Lance's face. Kitty had been acting strange today. First she was happy, then sad, then angry, then tired, then angry and now sad again. What was up with that?
"I'm just going to go and check on that," said Lance making a mad dash for the stairs.
"You do that." said Pietro with an evil glint in his eye, "C'mon Blob Wheel of Fortune's on in 5."
Lance flew into Remy's room and slammed the door behind him. He stood there dumbfounded for a few seconds as he watched Kitty calmly packing Remy's clothes into a duffle bag. It didn't make sense she was fine now, but two minutes ago she was pouring on the water works.
Finally, Lance found his voice, "Kitty," he walked over to her and took one of her hands, "you're."
"Really relieved that worked," Kitty cut him off.
"Really relieved what worked?" asked Lance swallowing hard.
"That whole running out of the room thing, I knew that would like get Pietro off our case. Men can't handle it when women cry. At least it always works with my father. Whenever my mother goes out of town on business I can always get whatever I want out of my father. Lance, are you like, ok?" Kitty suddenly noticed Lance's lack of color. "So you're not." Lance trailed off.
"Not what?" asked Kitty in her usual perky tone.
"Not." Lance shrugged and looked at Kitty's stomach.
"Not what, Lance?" asked Kitty beginning to loose her patients.
"You know." Lance gestured to her stomach.
Kitty got a wicked gleam in her eye, putting the free hand on her stomach and squeezing Lance's hand said, "Why Lance, it was supposed to be your Christmas present."
"W-Wh-Wh-What?" Lance felt faint.
"Lance," whispered Kitty, "I'm kidding."
Lance staggered backwards and propped himself up on the dresser, "Kitty, I just want you to know that I was three seconds from joining Remy in med lab."
"Speaking of Remy we are in his room, your teammates are downstairs and Logan is all the way back at the Institute, whadaya say? How about a quick one before we go back?"
"Normally, the answer would be yes without question, five minutes ago the answer would have been yes without question, but now I would rather just bring these clothes to Remy, come back here and lay awake in bed for the rest of the night." said Lance hyperventilating.
Kitty opened the window and threw the bag out the window, so Pietro and Blob wouldn't see them leave with it. She looked back at Lance who was still rather shell shocked and couldn't help, but laugh.