Bugger it, then
~chapter 3~
In which there is fluff and Kitty thinks of a plan
a/n: Eep. Incredibly sorry about the lack of posting-ness. I've had this written, I've just been too busy with finals to type it. Here it is, anyway, and this is a fun chapter.
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That night saw Kitty sitting on the roof of the lair wrapped in a blanket, looking at the stars. It didn't particularly matter that the lair was near the top of Mt. Everest and the air was technically too thin to breathe, because villains are cool and they can do whatever they want. So that was where Scott found her, defying apparent laws of physics in the rather nippy mountain air.
"Hey," he said. Kitty looked at him in surprise - she had been lost in thoughts and hadn't heard him approach. "I brought coffee," Scott added. "It's cold out here." Kitty grinned and accepted a mug of hot coffee. "Are you okay?" he asked.
"Fine," she replied. "Just looking at the stars." There was a long pause. "They used to inspire me," she added abruptly, gazing at the sky again. "Before I became evil. I used to always go out and stare at the stars and think. Every night. I wrote a play about it. It was this one-woman show thing… all the thoughts I had come up with. I rather thought it was… groundbreaking… of course everyone else hated it. Said it was too idealistic. I think it just threw them all off-balance. Theatre does that sometimes…" Kitty's voice trailed off. There was another drawn-out silence. Suddenly, she looked at Scott again. "What did you used to want to do? Before you turned evil… there must have been something, you don't act like you've been evil forever…"
"Lots of things," Scott said, a little startled by the question. "Start a band… open a petting zoo… be an astronaut, or maybe a spy… or have a TV show…"
"Well, why didn't you?"
"Dad. He was so set on me being evil, wouldn't stand for anything else - and now I'm finally evil like he wanted, and he had to go and turn good." Scott's voice carried a hint of anger, but mostly bitterness.
"Sounds like that's two of us, then. Lifetimes of dreams dashed on the rocks of reality, or something like that." Kitty giggled. "See, I still over-dramatize everything…" Scott said nothing. "Oh. Looks like someone needs a hug."
"I do not," he protested.
"Don't lie," Kitty retorted. "Yes you do."
"No I do not!"
"You do."
"No-oo…"
"Oh, shut up and enjoy the hug." With that, she pounced on him. Scott was surprised to find his arms suddenly pinned to his sides. He was even more surprised to discover that he didn't exactly mind. He managed to work one arm free and wrap it around Kitty's shoulders, and in the process they both got entangled in the blanket. They sat like that for awhile, watching their breath form clouds and float away, until Kitty suddenly bolted up.
"I just had an evil idea!" she exclaimed, flinging open the trapdoor and starting to descend the ladder.
"What is it?" Scott called down after her.
"You'll see in the morning! I have to order things!" Kitty reached the bottom and was off at a run down the corridor. Scott sighed and collected the blanket and the two empty mugs. He might as well go to bed himself, since Kitty obviously wasn't going to tell him anything tonight.
Scott came downstairs the next morning to find Kitty supervising the installation of a large viewing screen in the main room. He almost didn't recognize her from behind. She looked quite different - her hair, instead of dark blue, was now reddish- brown and impossibly wavy, and she was wearing a crisp white blouse, a short pleated plaid skirt, and high-heeled versions of combat boots. She spun around when she heard Scott enter the room, grinning widely.
"Scott! I figured out the details of the plan!"
"Awesome, let's hear them," he responded, grinning back.
"Even better. I shall show you, as soon as all the stuff is in."
"Stuff?" Scott asked blankly.
"I ordered some things, remember? It's for the plan - you'll see in a minute."
"How'd it get here so fast?"
"I mentioned I was working with you. Your name has a lot more influence than you think." Kitty glanced at the viewing screen, which was just being plugged in. The new henchman doing the plugging waved at Kitty.
"That's the last of it, Evilness," he shouted.
"Great! Take a coffee break," Kitty called back. "Okay, check this out, Scott. We are going to put the good guys out of business."
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disclaimer: I own Scott. He is mine. (Hey, a girl can dream, right?)
another a/n: Sorry about the cliffhanger… I had to sort of split this chappie up. I promise the details of the plan are coming soon. Don't kill me!
