Disclaimer: All right, no one corrected me, but I made a mistake. Duncan's
eyes are not blue. In fact, he doesn't even have irises! LOL! So, I'm sorry
to anyone who was confused. Okay, making due on my promises, here's a POV
chappy! Enjoy!
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The room was quiet except for the monotonous beeping of Kitty's heart rate monitor. Scott opened the door, stuck his head in, and looked around. Seeing no one, he walked in and took a seat next to Kitty's bed. He sighed and looked at all the equipment she was hooked up to.
"Wow, Kiddo. You really did a number on yourself, didn't you?" he said sadly. "I know everyone is gonna be asking you this, but why? What was so horrible that you had to do that? What were you running from?" He looked the slim figure in the bed. Kitty's normally creamy smooth skin was a horrible grey-ish tone, and stretched tightly across her face. Her eyes, once radiant, seemed hollow under the pale lids. She, of course, didn't answer his questions, but her breathing had changed, as if she acknowledged a visitor.
"They say that coma victims can hear what you say. Is that true?" he asked. Scott snickered. He remembered when Kitty had first joined the team. On one mission, they were flying in the Blackbird, and Kurt, trying to impress her, ^BAMFed^ out on the nose. Losing his balance, he teleported back into the jet- straight into Kitty's lap. Freaked out, she had screamed and pushed him off. The memory brought a tear to Scott's eye, and he wiped it furiously away.
Scott remembered little from his coma, but he still felt a connection to Kitty. Upon closer inspection, he saw her eyes rapidly moving underneath her lids.
"I wonder what's going on in that scatter-brain of yours, Kiddo-"
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"Hey!" Kitty said, "Is there alcohol in this drink?" she sniffed it suspiciously again, and pulled away. "No, man!" The boy who handed it to her said. "What would make you think a thing like that?" Laughing, he walked away. Kitty once again looked at the green liquid in a small glass. It wiggled, and she thought it looked like Jell-O. "I dunno," she said.
'Why did I come her?' she asked herself. 'I mean, sure. I like parties! But, at Mitch Connor's place? I dunno, you always hear about his keggers, and how somehow, the cops always end up being called.' She looked around uncertainly and saw Rogue, sitting quietly with Risty [1], and Jean and Scott, dancing together. Seeing them finally together made Kitty feel warm inside. She was really glad they had finally hooked up, but it also reminded her of how she was alone. Lance had been such a jerk lately and, with the Winter Formal coming up, well, it made her feel all the worse.
'What harm could a couple of drinks do?' she asked herself. With that, she took the shot and drank it down all in one gulp. The room spun for a second. "Whoa," Kitty said giggling. "Cool!" Suddenly, she spotted another tray of Jell-O shots. "Hmm," Kitty said thoughtfully."
The tray was gone in 5 minutes. Kitty stood, wobbling around. "Uhh," she thought aloud. "I'd better go find a quiet place to sit down." She headed weakly up the stairs. Opening the first door she saw, she found a little bedroom, which happened to be occupied. "Hey!" someone said, "A little privacy in the Make- Out Room, please?"
Excusing herself, Kitty closed the door and headed to the next room. It was also a bedroom, this time empty. Kitty sighed and slumped down on the bed. "Jell-O shots?" she asked herself. "Not such a good idea." As the alcohol traveled through her system, the girl became more and more inebriated. She was lying on the bed, now barely able to see through the fog that had entered to room, when the door opened a crack. And someone walked in.
[1] I figured I would set this story before "Self- Possessed," where we find out that "Risty" (really Mystique in disguise), is out of the picture.
P.S. Uh, oh! What's going on here?! LOL. Well, again, This is what I promised ya. And no, there won't be any Scott/Kitty action in this story. He was just visiting one of his teammates who was very ill. Review!
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The room was quiet except for the monotonous beeping of Kitty's heart rate monitor. Scott opened the door, stuck his head in, and looked around. Seeing no one, he walked in and took a seat next to Kitty's bed. He sighed and looked at all the equipment she was hooked up to.
"Wow, Kiddo. You really did a number on yourself, didn't you?" he said sadly. "I know everyone is gonna be asking you this, but why? What was so horrible that you had to do that? What were you running from?" He looked the slim figure in the bed. Kitty's normally creamy smooth skin was a horrible grey-ish tone, and stretched tightly across her face. Her eyes, once radiant, seemed hollow under the pale lids. She, of course, didn't answer his questions, but her breathing had changed, as if she acknowledged a visitor.
"They say that coma victims can hear what you say. Is that true?" he asked. Scott snickered. He remembered when Kitty had first joined the team. On one mission, they were flying in the Blackbird, and Kurt, trying to impress her, ^BAMFed^ out on the nose. Losing his balance, he teleported back into the jet- straight into Kitty's lap. Freaked out, she had screamed and pushed him off. The memory brought a tear to Scott's eye, and he wiped it furiously away.
Scott remembered little from his coma, but he still felt a connection to Kitty. Upon closer inspection, he saw her eyes rapidly moving underneath her lids.
"I wonder what's going on in that scatter-brain of yours, Kiddo-"
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"Hey!" Kitty said, "Is there alcohol in this drink?" she sniffed it suspiciously again, and pulled away. "No, man!" The boy who handed it to her said. "What would make you think a thing like that?" Laughing, he walked away. Kitty once again looked at the green liquid in a small glass. It wiggled, and she thought it looked like Jell-O. "I dunno," she said.
'Why did I come her?' she asked herself. 'I mean, sure. I like parties! But, at Mitch Connor's place? I dunno, you always hear about his keggers, and how somehow, the cops always end up being called.' She looked around uncertainly and saw Rogue, sitting quietly with Risty [1], and Jean and Scott, dancing together. Seeing them finally together made Kitty feel warm inside. She was really glad they had finally hooked up, but it also reminded her of how she was alone. Lance had been such a jerk lately and, with the Winter Formal coming up, well, it made her feel all the worse.
'What harm could a couple of drinks do?' she asked herself. With that, she took the shot and drank it down all in one gulp. The room spun for a second. "Whoa," Kitty said giggling. "Cool!" Suddenly, she spotted another tray of Jell-O shots. "Hmm," Kitty said thoughtfully."
The tray was gone in 5 minutes. Kitty stood, wobbling around. "Uhh," she thought aloud. "I'd better go find a quiet place to sit down." She headed weakly up the stairs. Opening the first door she saw, she found a little bedroom, which happened to be occupied. "Hey!" someone said, "A little privacy in the Make- Out Room, please?"
Excusing herself, Kitty closed the door and headed to the next room. It was also a bedroom, this time empty. Kitty sighed and slumped down on the bed. "Jell-O shots?" she asked herself. "Not such a good idea." As the alcohol traveled through her system, the girl became more and more inebriated. She was lying on the bed, now barely able to see through the fog that had entered to room, when the door opened a crack. And someone walked in.
[1] I figured I would set this story before "Self- Possessed," where we find out that "Risty" (really Mystique in disguise), is out of the picture.
P.S. Uh, oh! What's going on here?! LOL. Well, again, This is what I promised ya. And no, there won't be any Scott/Kitty action in this story. He was just visiting one of his teammates who was very ill. Review!