Author's Note- Okay all, this chappie should be where the story begins to get better, at least the last part.

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Missing

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She's anything in the world

That you cannot explain

But when she throws me a smile

It's fire in the rain

-Bon Jovi

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Fifteen minutes later

Kitty stood and slipped the sheer over shirt over her suit. She hung her towel on one of the chairs outside and went into the rec. room. Pete looked up briefly and completely messed up his shot. Logan followed his gaze and chuckled. "Hey, Half-Pint."

"Hi, Mr. Logan." She sat on a stool. "Mind if I watch?"

"Nope," Logan smirked. "Might help me win." Pete tore his gaze away from Kitty and saw how badly his shot had gone.

"Damn it," he muttered. Logan just laughed again getting set up for his shot. Kitty watched the guys play; she quickly noticed that movement from her distracted Pete from his shots. After a few minutes Jamie came in. He smiled seeing Kitty. She was still the only person who would hang out with him.

"Hey, Kitty, want to play?" he motioned to the Playstation 2.

"One game," she told the younger boy. "What are we playing?"

"Dance Dance Revolution," he told her sitting out the mats.

"My favorite," Kitty smiled. Jamie smiled back as they chose a song. Pete watched enthralled as Kitty began to move to the arrows.

"Dear lord, this is truly hell, LeBeau was right," he muttered.

"Hey, Wisdom, your shot," Logan informed him just as Jamie tripped causing three other Jamies to appear.

"Are you okay?" Kitty asked pausing.

"Fine," Jamie said. They began playing again after Jamie absorbed his clones. Luckily for Pete Logan won the game, which freed him to sit and watch the two playing.

"Wisdom," Logan said, "I just have one thing to say. Hurt her and I will not hesitate to use these claws. Understood?"

"Yes," Pete said not hesitating.

"Good," Logan said before walking away.

Outside

Remy, for the first time in his life, had no clue as to what to say. He knew that Rogue would see through everyone of his lines. "It be a beautiful day, non?"

Rogue smiled slightly. "Fantastic."

"How does it feel, chere?" Remy asked.

"What?"

"Being able to touch."

"Actually, that touch from you was the first one," Rogue told him.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Remy would like to touch you again, chere," he whispered. "Do you mind?" She stopped walking to face him.

"No," she said hesitantly. He reached out gently cupping her cheek, tilting her head towards him. He lowered his head brushing his lips quickly against hers. He started to pull back, surprised when she placed her hand on the back of his head pulling him down for another kiss. He wrapped his arms around her bare waist pulling her close as he deepened the kiss. She pulled away gasping for breath.

"Dat was even better den last time," he smiled softly tracing her cheekbone with a finger. The two started their walk back.

Back inside

Kitty yawned sitting down beside Pete as Jamie went to go find the others. "You looked pretty damn good over there," Pete told her.

"Thanks," Kitty said.

"I have a question," Pete said. "You said something the other day, before you walked inside. Confused the hell out of me, it did. Want to explain it?" Kitty reached over grabbing a picture, which had all of the girls together.

"Whenever we went out they would always get all the attention. The only time anyone would notice me is when I was just with Rogue, and that's only because of her make-up. If she dressed normally they'd notice her first too. Lance is the only guy who noticed me over the others."

"They're all blind, Pryde. Any man who wouldn't notice you is blind." Kitty blushed again looking down. "Kitty, you're a beautiful woman, I can't see how anyone couldn't see that." Kitty froze now turning to look into his eyes, all she really heard out of that last sentence was him finally saying her name.

"Thank you, Pete." He grinned at this. She stood. "I'm a little cold, I'm going to go upstairs to change." She came back in a tank top and a pair of shorts, wearing a hooded sweatshirt over the outfit. She sat down beside him. The two watched TV until Rogue and Remy came in. Rogue had already changed. The other couple sat down.

"Kit, we're goin' dancin' later," Rogue said. "You want ta come."

"Yeah," Kitty said smiling.

"How `bout you, Pete?" Remy asked as Rogue had requested.

"What the hell, sure," Pete said slowly.

Later that night

"What should I wear?" Kitty asked throwing down yet another outfit. "Nothing looks good."

"Kit, chill," Rogue said going over to her roommate's side of the room. She picked out a thigh length skirt and a baby pink tank top. "There."

Kitty smiled happily. "Thanks, Rogue!"

"So, you don't like him?"

"No."

"And yet you're freaking out about what to wear `cause you know he's gonna be there."

"That's not it," Kitty tried to say.

"Sure, sugah," Rogue said and led the other girl out of their room and down the stairs. Remy smiled as they entered the room. The two walked out talking quietly. Kitty walked over to Pete nervously.

"You look great, Pryde," Pete told her.

"Thanks," she said slightly disappointed that they were back to last names again. "You look pretty good too." He held out his arm, which she happily took. They walked out getting into his car. The two arrived at the club right after Remy and Rogue.

"I haven't been clubbing in years," Pete admitted as they walked in.

"I go every time I have the chance," she told him as they went to a table. Kitty walked onto the dance floor by herself and closed her eyes moving to the music.

"Isn't that Mags' boy?" Remy asked.

"Pietro?" Rogue asked. She looked and sure enough, there stood Pietro. "Yeah, that's him. There must me a rule that we can't go anywhere without *something* going wrong."

"Dings would be boring den, chere," Remy smiled. Pietro walked over to Kitty.

"This is all your fault, Kitty-Cat," he said glaring at her. Kitty returned his glare walking away from the dance floor so they could talk without anyone running into them.

"My fault?" she demanded. "He left because of you, Pietro."

"But, Kitty-Cat, he loved you," Pietro said mockingly.

"What do you want, Pietro?" Kitty asked.

"To talk to you, Pryde," Pietro smirked. "You look nice this evening."

"What do you want?" she repeated narrowing her eyes.

"Simple, I have a message from my father." He saw Pete approaching. "Why don't I let him tell you?" He swung knocking her out. He then grabbed Kitty and sped out of the club.

"Shit!" Pete said. "What in the bloody Hell do we do now?"

"Ah don't know," Rogue said. "Ah'll call the professor."