Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who has been reviewing, I was afraid that
this story was too OOC due to the fact that it was my first from this
genre. The more reviews I get the faster I'll post (hint hint).
Insensitive
.
Oh, I really should have known
By the time you drove me home
By the vagueness in your eyes
Your casual goodbyes
By the chill in your embrace
The expression on your face
That told me, maybe you might have
Some advice to give
On how to be insensitive
-Jann Arden
.
Kitty woke up and yawned snuggling into her pillow. She lay still feeling her pillow moving. She sat up and phased through her bed at what she saw. She jumped up and shook Lance's shoulder. "Lance," she whispered. "Lance, like, wake up."
He opened his eyes. "Hey, Kitty."
"Lance, what happened last night," she asked.
"What do you remember?"
"I remember leaving with Ron. After that it's all a blank."
"He drugged you, pretty kitty," Lance said gently.
"What happened?" she asked shivering at that, and at the cool air. "How'd I get here?"
"Pietro had me listen to some guys talking about what he did and we all started looking for you. I found you at a Motel 6 in a room. I knocked Ron unconscious and called the professor who gave me permission to bring you here."
"The professor gave you permission?"
"You were begging me not to take you back."
"I was?"
"You said you didn't want pity, pretty much." He stood slipping on a shirt. He handed her a pair of sweatpants. "Come on, I'll take you home." He put on a tore pair of jeans. "Can you wait for me to take a shower?"
"Sure," Kitty said. He went into the bathroom to get ready. Kitty sighed walking down the stairs. Pietro was already there. Kitty looked at him, then back at the screen a couple times her brain unable to absorb what she was seeing. Pietro Maximoff was watching cartoons.
"You're already wearing his clothes?" Pietro asked rolling his eyes.
"Thank you," Kitty said ignoring his annoyed words. "If you hadn't gotten his attention last night-"
"I'd like to get this straight so listen up, Pryde," Pietro said. "I don't like you. You're an X-Geek. But Lance, for some reason, seems to really care about you and he's one of my best friends. Even so, you didn't deserve what that ass was going to do to you." He paused. "Soyou'rewelcome."
"You could have, like, said that to begin with," Kitty said smiling.
"Like, totally," Pietro mocked. Kitty merely stuck her tongue out at him. "Now, be quiet, I want to watch this." The two settled back to watch Looney Toons. Lance came down the stairs a couple minutes later and stood back looking at the scene in front of him in shock. Pietro and Kitty were actually talking.
"Are you ready to go?" he asked approaching. Kitty looked up at him and smiled. He felt his heart skip a beat.
"Sure," she said. She stood following him out to his Jeep. They drove in silence. Lance was way to caught up in his thoughts to actually talk.
/I can't let her do this,/ he told himself. /She's too good for me, plus her teammates would never let her date me, I don't want to make them mad at her. She probably doesn't even care about me; it's probably just a crush. I mean, I'm a bad boy; she's a good girl. There's only one reason girls like her want guys like me, the thrill./ He decided at that moment that he wouldn't let her do that, he was head over heels for her; he refused to let her hurt him like that. He ignored the little voice that kept whispering: /Kitty would never do that, you know her better than that./
He pulled into the institute. She turned to him. "Lance, I want to thank you. You saved me."
"I was nothing," he said calmly.
She looked up at him confused. "Right." She started to get out but paused. She turned back and kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks again. I'll, um give you back the clothes-"
"Don't worry about it," he said. "I'll see ya." She stepped away from the car and he sped away. She walked into the Institute. Xavier was sitting playing chess with Hank.
"Kitty, good you're home," Xavier said rolling away from the table.
"Hi, professor, hi, Mr. McCoy," Kitty said.
"I would like to speak to you about yesterday evening," Xavier said.
"There's not much to tell. I don't remember."
"Would you like to?" Xavier inquired.
"No," Kitty admitted. "Not all that much. But I guess I, like, should." After they looked through her memories Kitty sighed. "But I don't get something though. Why didn't I just phase out? High emotions usually make me phase and I was terrified. Plus, I even tried."
"My only thought is that that drugs affected your ability."
"Yes," Hank agreed. "That makes perfect sense."
"I'm going upstairs," Kitty said. "I'm, like, still pretty tired."
"We understand," Xavier said. Kitty went upstairs thinking about Lance and wondering what was wrong with him, why he was being so distant. She nearly ran into Logan on her way up.
"Hey, Half-Pint," he said ruffling her hair. "Nice to have you back. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, thanks Mr. Logan," Kitty smiled. "Thanks." Logan nodded walking away.
"Keety, you're back!" Kurt exclaimed happily.
"Hi, Kurt," Kitty smiled.
Scott came out of his room regarding his youngest teammate. "Are you okay? Alvers didn't hurt you did he?"
"God, Scott, his name is, like, Lance. He didn't hurt me, he saved me."
"I just don't trust him."
"Like we all didn't know that," Kitty said rolling her eyes. "Now, goodnight everyone." She went into her room.
"Hey, sugah," Rogue said.
"Hi," Kitty said tiredly.
"I take it you and Scott had words?"
"You could say that. Why won't they give him a chance? Is he, like, giving you and Remy this much of a hard time?"
"For one, I am not dating that Swamp rat."
"Uh-huh."
"For two, Remy isn't Lance."
"Thanks Rogue," Kitty said. "Like, I didn't know that."
"You've gotten a lot more sarcastic, Katherine," Rogue said mimicking a motherly tone. "Is that what this Alvers boy brings out in you?"
Kitty looked down bitterly. "No, that's what Ron brings out in me."
Rogue's eyes narrowed. "That bastard! The professor wouldn't let Mr. Logan and I go finish him off."
Kitty giggled at that. "So, like, what happed?"
"We called the cops. You have to go in at noon to make a statement, do a line up or something."
"Okay." She collapsed on her bed. "That leaves several hours of sleep time left."
"Good night, Kitty."
Insensitive
.
Oh, I really should have known
By the time you drove me home
By the vagueness in your eyes
Your casual goodbyes
By the chill in your embrace
The expression on your face
That told me, maybe you might have
Some advice to give
On how to be insensitive
-Jann Arden
.
Kitty woke up and yawned snuggling into her pillow. She lay still feeling her pillow moving. She sat up and phased through her bed at what she saw. She jumped up and shook Lance's shoulder. "Lance," she whispered. "Lance, like, wake up."
He opened his eyes. "Hey, Kitty."
"Lance, what happened last night," she asked.
"What do you remember?"
"I remember leaving with Ron. After that it's all a blank."
"He drugged you, pretty kitty," Lance said gently.
"What happened?" she asked shivering at that, and at the cool air. "How'd I get here?"
"Pietro had me listen to some guys talking about what he did and we all started looking for you. I found you at a Motel 6 in a room. I knocked Ron unconscious and called the professor who gave me permission to bring you here."
"The professor gave you permission?"
"You were begging me not to take you back."
"I was?"
"You said you didn't want pity, pretty much." He stood slipping on a shirt. He handed her a pair of sweatpants. "Come on, I'll take you home." He put on a tore pair of jeans. "Can you wait for me to take a shower?"
"Sure," Kitty said. He went into the bathroom to get ready. Kitty sighed walking down the stairs. Pietro was already there. Kitty looked at him, then back at the screen a couple times her brain unable to absorb what she was seeing. Pietro Maximoff was watching cartoons.
"You're already wearing his clothes?" Pietro asked rolling his eyes.
"Thank you," Kitty said ignoring his annoyed words. "If you hadn't gotten his attention last night-"
"I'd like to get this straight so listen up, Pryde," Pietro said. "I don't like you. You're an X-Geek. But Lance, for some reason, seems to really care about you and he's one of my best friends. Even so, you didn't deserve what that ass was going to do to you." He paused. "Soyou'rewelcome."
"You could have, like, said that to begin with," Kitty said smiling.
"Like, totally," Pietro mocked. Kitty merely stuck her tongue out at him. "Now, be quiet, I want to watch this." The two settled back to watch Looney Toons. Lance came down the stairs a couple minutes later and stood back looking at the scene in front of him in shock. Pietro and Kitty were actually talking.
"Are you ready to go?" he asked approaching. Kitty looked up at him and smiled. He felt his heart skip a beat.
"Sure," she said. She stood following him out to his Jeep. They drove in silence. Lance was way to caught up in his thoughts to actually talk.
/I can't let her do this,/ he told himself. /She's too good for me, plus her teammates would never let her date me, I don't want to make them mad at her. She probably doesn't even care about me; it's probably just a crush. I mean, I'm a bad boy; she's a good girl. There's only one reason girls like her want guys like me, the thrill./ He decided at that moment that he wouldn't let her do that, he was head over heels for her; he refused to let her hurt him like that. He ignored the little voice that kept whispering: /Kitty would never do that, you know her better than that./
He pulled into the institute. She turned to him. "Lance, I want to thank you. You saved me."
"I was nothing," he said calmly.
She looked up at him confused. "Right." She started to get out but paused. She turned back and kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks again. I'll, um give you back the clothes-"
"Don't worry about it," he said. "I'll see ya." She stepped away from the car and he sped away. She walked into the Institute. Xavier was sitting playing chess with Hank.
"Kitty, good you're home," Xavier said rolling away from the table.
"Hi, professor, hi, Mr. McCoy," Kitty said.
"I would like to speak to you about yesterday evening," Xavier said.
"There's not much to tell. I don't remember."
"Would you like to?" Xavier inquired.
"No," Kitty admitted. "Not all that much. But I guess I, like, should." After they looked through her memories Kitty sighed. "But I don't get something though. Why didn't I just phase out? High emotions usually make me phase and I was terrified. Plus, I even tried."
"My only thought is that that drugs affected your ability."
"Yes," Hank agreed. "That makes perfect sense."
"I'm going upstairs," Kitty said. "I'm, like, still pretty tired."
"We understand," Xavier said. Kitty went upstairs thinking about Lance and wondering what was wrong with him, why he was being so distant. She nearly ran into Logan on her way up.
"Hey, Half-Pint," he said ruffling her hair. "Nice to have you back. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, thanks Mr. Logan," Kitty smiled. "Thanks." Logan nodded walking away.
"Keety, you're back!" Kurt exclaimed happily.
"Hi, Kurt," Kitty smiled.
Scott came out of his room regarding his youngest teammate. "Are you okay? Alvers didn't hurt you did he?"
"God, Scott, his name is, like, Lance. He didn't hurt me, he saved me."
"I just don't trust him."
"Like we all didn't know that," Kitty said rolling her eyes. "Now, goodnight everyone." She went into her room.
"Hey, sugah," Rogue said.
"Hi," Kitty said tiredly.
"I take it you and Scott had words?"
"You could say that. Why won't they give him a chance? Is he, like, giving you and Remy this much of a hard time?"
"For one, I am not dating that Swamp rat."
"Uh-huh."
"For two, Remy isn't Lance."
"Thanks Rogue," Kitty said. "Like, I didn't know that."
"You've gotten a lot more sarcastic, Katherine," Rogue said mimicking a motherly tone. "Is that what this Alvers boy brings out in you?"
Kitty looked down bitterly. "No, that's what Ron brings out in me."
Rogue's eyes narrowed. "That bastard! The professor wouldn't let Mr. Logan and I go finish him off."
Kitty giggled at that. "So, like, what happed?"
"We called the cops. You have to go in at noon to make a statement, do a line up or something."
"Okay." She collapsed on her bed. "That leaves several hours of sleep time left."
"Good night, Kitty."
