Day Two
~*~
I'm so tired but I can't sleep
Standin' on the edge of something much too deep
It's funny how we feel so much but we cannot say a word
We are screaming inside, but we can't be heard
-Sarah McLachlan
~*~
Pete woke around noon hearing a crash downstairs. He jumped up and rushed to the place that the crash had been coming from and stopped in his tracks. Kitty was sitting on the floor glaring plaintively at a broken vase. "You all right?"
"I killed it," she sighed.
Pete stared at her for a few seconds. "Um, Pryde, it was inanimate. It was already dead."
She sighed looking dangerously close to tears. "I hate being sick. I, like, can't even walk from point A to point B without running into something." He sighed at her emotional state.
/Please,/ he silently prayed to any God who was listening to him, /don't let her start crying./ "It was a vase," he said picking up the pieces and throwing them away. She crossed her arms pouting.
"It's the principle of the thing!"
"Okay, I think you need to go back upstairs."
Kitty shook her head at that "No. I came down here to watch TV." She walked to the couch and sat down turning the TV on. He came over to sit beside her and looked at what she was watching in surprise.
"Cartoons?"
"My mom always let me watch them when I was home sick," she whispered. "They make me feel better." She grabbed a throw blanket off of the back of the couch and covered up in it stretching out in the small amount of space left between her and Pete. Seeing how uncomfortable she was Pete pulled her up so she was resting on his lap. "What are you doing?"
"Making you more comfortable," he said absently stroking her hair as she watched Bugs and Daffy arguing about Duck Season and Rabbit Season. Soon she had drifted back to sleep. He lifted her up and carried her back to her room.
Later
"Why'd you let me sleep for so long?" Kitty asked coming into the kitchen and getting out some crackers.
"You're sick, you need it," Pete said.
"I'm not," she went into another coughing fit, "that sick."
"Right," he smirked, "I believe you." She glared at him over the crackers. "Tea?"
"Yes, please," she murmured coughing again. He took out a teakettle and boiled some water before making the tea and adding some sugar and . . . other ingredients. Kitty took a drink and made a face as she swallowed it feeling her throat burning. "What's in this?"
"Whiskey," he said.
"What?!"
He raised a hand soothingly. "It'll help clear your throat. I didn' add much. Just enough to help."
"Fine," Kitty said taking another drink and a bite of a cracker. Pete walked over to her and felt her forehead.
"Cold?"
"No," she said but shivered a second later. "Now I am." He brought out the throw she was using before and slipped it around her shoulders. "Thanks." He also brought out a thermometer.
"After your done I should probably see how your temperature is," he said. She shrugged taking another drink. He walked into the rec. room and turned on the television, watching some slasher flick on HBO. Kitty came out and sat next to him with the thermometer in her mouth. Decided that derogatory gore wasn't an intelligent thing to watch with someone sick he turned the channel. Five minutes later she pulled out the thermometer and looked down at it.
"A hundred and two point five," she announced.
"Okay," he said. "Back to bed." He pulled her to her feet.
"I'm, like, sick of bed," she whined.
"Honestly, Pryde, I don't give a damn," he said lightly. "You're running a really high fever. You `ave two choices, bed or I call the doctor."
"You totally don't know my doctor's number," she pointed out sticking her tongue out at him.
"No," he admitted, "but I'm sure the professor does, do you want me to call him, and tell him how uncooperative you've been?" She pouted at this allowing him to lead her back to her room. "Good girl." She glared at him. She got into her bed and he covered her up.
"Now, if you need anything-"
"Do I get a bell?"
"No, just yell."
"My voice is already horse."
"Then stay here and sleep."
She placed one of her hands on her stomach. "I feel sick." He brought the wastebasket over. "You can't be serious."
"Try me." He turned her radio on low for her. "Now sleep."
"Yes master," she said rolling her eyes.
He smirked and winked at her. "Gettin' kinky, Pryde?" She blushed and glared at him as he left. Kitty tried to just focus on the music and frowned. Figures, it was Rogue's radio.
~*~
"Like anyone would be
I am flattered by your fascination with me
Like any hot-blooded woman
I have simply wanted an object to crave
But you, you're not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight"
~*~
She buried her head in her pillow. /I do not need mood music,/ she thought annoyed. She sighed attempting to sleep as the guitar solo began. Alanis began to sing again and Kitty rose up slightly just to glare at the radio.
~*~
"Like any uncharted territory
I must seem greatly intriguing
You speak of my love like
You have experienced love like mine before
But this is not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight"
~*~
Sighing, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
That night
"Pryde," Pete said shaking her shoulder.
"You forced me to sleep, now leave me alone," Kitty grumbled.
"I brought dinner," he offered. She reluctantly sat up looking at him warily. "What?"
She shrugged. "I don't know, it's just. you just met me, why are you being so nice."
"If you die on my watch Logan'll kill me."
"You know Mr. Logan?"
Pete snorted. "*Mr.* Logan? Yeah, we're old mates." He offered her the bowl of soup.
"Um, no offense but I'm a vegetarian."
"Well, I already ate so either you eat it or it goes to waste, either way the chicken is still dead."
She glared at him. "That's an awful way to look at it."
"Maybe, but it's true." He handed her the soup, which she reluctantly ate. She had to admit that it was good. Chicken noodle soup was one of the foods that she missed most when she became a vegetarian.
"Thank you," she said after she had finished.
"See, that wasn't too bad, was it?"
"No," she admitted. He took the bowl and sat it on the nightstand sitting beside her. "Why are you here?"
"Better than where I was," Pete said. He felt her forehead and sighed at the fact that it didn't feel much cooler.
Kitty rolled her eyes. "That's cryptic."
"Thanks." He stood. She started to get up too. "No you don't. Your fever `asn't gone down much. Stay."
"I'm not a dog!" Kitty paused. "Hey, um, I have a question."
"Yeah?"
"What's your name?"
Pete chuckled. "Pete Wisdom."
"Okay." She started to get up again.
"Bloody `ell woman! Do I have to pin you down or somethin'?!" Kitty tried to hide a blush at that image but Pete still noticed it and smirked to himself.
"Please," she said giving the puppy eyes that even Wolverine usually gave into. "I'm sick of lying in bed."
"I'm sure," Pete said patting her on the head. "But I don't care."
"That's totally rude!"
"I know." He smiled down at her. "G' night!" She started to get up. "Pryde-"
"Oh, get over it, I want to take a shower," she said. She got some clothes and walked into the bathroom.
~*~
I'm so tired but I can't sleep
Standin' on the edge of something much too deep
It's funny how we feel so much but we cannot say a word
We are screaming inside, but we can't be heard
-Sarah McLachlan
~*~
Pete woke around noon hearing a crash downstairs. He jumped up and rushed to the place that the crash had been coming from and stopped in his tracks. Kitty was sitting on the floor glaring plaintively at a broken vase. "You all right?"
"I killed it," she sighed.
Pete stared at her for a few seconds. "Um, Pryde, it was inanimate. It was already dead."
She sighed looking dangerously close to tears. "I hate being sick. I, like, can't even walk from point A to point B without running into something." He sighed at her emotional state.
/Please,/ he silently prayed to any God who was listening to him, /don't let her start crying./ "It was a vase," he said picking up the pieces and throwing them away. She crossed her arms pouting.
"It's the principle of the thing!"
"Okay, I think you need to go back upstairs."
Kitty shook her head at that "No. I came down here to watch TV." She walked to the couch and sat down turning the TV on. He came over to sit beside her and looked at what she was watching in surprise.
"Cartoons?"
"My mom always let me watch them when I was home sick," she whispered. "They make me feel better." She grabbed a throw blanket off of the back of the couch and covered up in it stretching out in the small amount of space left between her and Pete. Seeing how uncomfortable she was Pete pulled her up so she was resting on his lap. "What are you doing?"
"Making you more comfortable," he said absently stroking her hair as she watched Bugs and Daffy arguing about Duck Season and Rabbit Season. Soon she had drifted back to sleep. He lifted her up and carried her back to her room.
Later
"Why'd you let me sleep for so long?" Kitty asked coming into the kitchen and getting out some crackers.
"You're sick, you need it," Pete said.
"I'm not," she went into another coughing fit, "that sick."
"Right," he smirked, "I believe you." She glared at him over the crackers. "Tea?"
"Yes, please," she murmured coughing again. He took out a teakettle and boiled some water before making the tea and adding some sugar and . . . other ingredients. Kitty took a drink and made a face as she swallowed it feeling her throat burning. "What's in this?"
"Whiskey," he said.
"What?!"
He raised a hand soothingly. "It'll help clear your throat. I didn' add much. Just enough to help."
"Fine," Kitty said taking another drink and a bite of a cracker. Pete walked over to her and felt her forehead.
"Cold?"
"No," she said but shivered a second later. "Now I am." He brought out the throw she was using before and slipped it around her shoulders. "Thanks." He also brought out a thermometer.
"After your done I should probably see how your temperature is," he said. She shrugged taking another drink. He walked into the rec. room and turned on the television, watching some slasher flick on HBO. Kitty came out and sat next to him with the thermometer in her mouth. Decided that derogatory gore wasn't an intelligent thing to watch with someone sick he turned the channel. Five minutes later she pulled out the thermometer and looked down at it.
"A hundred and two point five," she announced.
"Okay," he said. "Back to bed." He pulled her to her feet.
"I'm, like, sick of bed," she whined.
"Honestly, Pryde, I don't give a damn," he said lightly. "You're running a really high fever. You `ave two choices, bed or I call the doctor."
"You totally don't know my doctor's number," she pointed out sticking her tongue out at him.
"No," he admitted, "but I'm sure the professor does, do you want me to call him, and tell him how uncooperative you've been?" She pouted at this allowing him to lead her back to her room. "Good girl." She glared at him. She got into her bed and he covered her up.
"Now, if you need anything-"
"Do I get a bell?"
"No, just yell."
"My voice is already horse."
"Then stay here and sleep."
She placed one of her hands on her stomach. "I feel sick." He brought the wastebasket over. "You can't be serious."
"Try me." He turned her radio on low for her. "Now sleep."
"Yes master," she said rolling her eyes.
He smirked and winked at her. "Gettin' kinky, Pryde?" She blushed and glared at him as he left. Kitty tried to just focus on the music and frowned. Figures, it was Rogue's radio.
~*~
"Like anyone would be
I am flattered by your fascination with me
Like any hot-blooded woman
I have simply wanted an object to crave
But you, you're not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight"
~*~
She buried her head in her pillow. /I do not need mood music,/ she thought annoyed. She sighed attempting to sleep as the guitar solo began. Alanis began to sing again and Kitty rose up slightly just to glare at the radio.
~*~
"Like any uncharted territory
I must seem greatly intriguing
You speak of my love like
You have experienced love like mine before
But this is not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight"
~*~
Sighing, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
That night
"Pryde," Pete said shaking her shoulder.
"You forced me to sleep, now leave me alone," Kitty grumbled.
"I brought dinner," he offered. She reluctantly sat up looking at him warily. "What?"
She shrugged. "I don't know, it's just. you just met me, why are you being so nice."
"If you die on my watch Logan'll kill me."
"You know Mr. Logan?"
Pete snorted. "*Mr.* Logan? Yeah, we're old mates." He offered her the bowl of soup.
"Um, no offense but I'm a vegetarian."
"Well, I already ate so either you eat it or it goes to waste, either way the chicken is still dead."
She glared at him. "That's an awful way to look at it."
"Maybe, but it's true." He handed her the soup, which she reluctantly ate. She had to admit that it was good. Chicken noodle soup was one of the foods that she missed most when she became a vegetarian.
"Thank you," she said after she had finished.
"See, that wasn't too bad, was it?"
"No," she admitted. He took the bowl and sat it on the nightstand sitting beside her. "Why are you here?"
"Better than where I was," Pete said. He felt her forehead and sighed at the fact that it didn't feel much cooler.
Kitty rolled her eyes. "That's cryptic."
"Thanks." He stood. She started to get up too. "No you don't. Your fever `asn't gone down much. Stay."
"I'm not a dog!" Kitty paused. "Hey, um, I have a question."
"Yeah?"
"What's your name?"
Pete chuckled. "Pete Wisdom."
"Okay." She started to get up again.
"Bloody `ell woman! Do I have to pin you down or somethin'?!" Kitty tried to hide a blush at that image but Pete still noticed it and smirked to himself.
"Please," she said giving the puppy eyes that even Wolverine usually gave into. "I'm sick of lying in bed."
"I'm sure," Pete said patting her on the head. "But I don't care."
"That's totally rude!"
"I know." He smiled down at her. "G' night!" She started to get up. "Pryde-"
"Oh, get over it, I want to take a shower," she said. She got some clothes and walked into the bathroom.