"Where do I fit in this puzzle, what good are these gifts? Not a martyr or
a saint, scarcely can I struggle through. All that I have ever wanted was
to give my best to you." ~Five Iron Frenzy 'Dandelions'
Disclaimer: When the day slips into night, and your heart is weighed down with happiness I will still not own rights to the characters featured ^_^ A/N: This is the next morning in case you haven't been following or somehow forgot. .
"Mr. Logan!!!!!!!!!!!!! Help me! Help me! The stove and, fire! Whoosh! Tap dancing! EEEEEEEE!"
Kitty came darting out of the kitchen a wooden spoon in hand and a damp apron hanging limply around her waist. Logan folded the Sunday paper and sat it beside him on the couch rising to his feet and facing the hysterical girl.
"What in blue hell are you ranting on about now half pint?" Logan strode towards the double doors of the kitchen, throwing them open before Kitty had a chance to speak. What he saw made him question his sanity.
"See! See, I told you so!" Kitty pointed to the fire to show him, even though Logan's attention was already focused on it. "It's tap dancing! The fire is tap dancing!" Just as soon as it had started, the dancing fire stopped, becoming an average stove fire. Logan hastily grabbed the fire extinguisher off the wall and smothered the flames. They both turned to each other and it was an unspoken agreement that neither would mention this incident to anyone. Logan placed the empty fire extinguisher on the floor beside the trash bin and smirked.
"So where's Richter at? Thought he was going to help you prepare this masterpiece we're christening dinner."
Kitty rolled her eyes, as she pulled the bag of groceries that Ororo had brought for her onto the counter.
"I don't know where Lance is, something about helping Scott." She chopped several carrots careful of where the knife landed with each chop, scooping the finished product into a large bowl. "Plus I don't need any help. Ororo told me I could prepare a special dinner for everyone and it was my project. I can handle it on my own. Thank you Mr. Logan."
"Well there you go then. That's perfectly believable, helping Scott." Logan shook his head in disbelief, walking back into the living room and leaving Kitty to do her work.
Busying herself with chopping and dicing Kitty tried miserably to ignore the fact that Lance had indeed left her hanging on two occasions in less than two days. Maybe he wasn't worth her time at all, her feelings for him were waning after all. She had seen his forced stay at the Institute as a way to rekindle their friendship and hopefully build off of that.
"Sa' tell me now. What's a Sheila such as yourself doing, getting stood up by that 'Richter' bloke?"
Kitty wheeled around, the knife she held now grasped tightly in her palm. Her mouth gaped slightly open as she noticed the sheepish grin that adorned St. John's face. She fumbled for words and in her moment of stupor, didn't even realize he had removed the knife from her hand and placed it safely on the counter top. With great strife, she finally found words.
"No one stood me up I will have you know. Something suddenly came up is all."
He sniggered as she brushed a stray bang from her forehead, obviously trying to regain her composure.
"You know love, I find it comical that you deemed it more important to state the fact that you weren't stood up to me. Than you did, to ask me why I, Pyro, Great Acolyte, have moseyed over to the X-farm."
She smacked her forehead in hindsight of the stupid mishap she had made. Anyone in their rightful mind *would* have asked him what his business was here. Demanded to know his business as a matter of fact. Oh ho, not Kitty Pryde. She had to say something stupid and un-relating to his presence at the Institute.
"I was just trying to point out that it's impossible to be stood up by someone you're not even you know, seeing or anything. I want nothing to do with Lance. Pashhh. Jubilee can have him for like all I care!"
Before she knew it, her body was pressed against the counter, his arms on either side of her pushing against the counter. Escaping from this so- called-imprisonment was an easy thing for someone who could walk through walls by choice. Something was keeping her pinned nonetheless. Pyro leaned in, his face inches from hers; he then moved closer to her ear.
"Well then, looks like I may have a chance with you yet."
The words echoed in her mind and she was unable to suppress the shiver that ran through her entire body as he released her from his grasp.
"Why are you here anyways?" her voice was barely above a whisper and her words were unintentionally shaky.
He grinned at her again and to her surprise, brushed the stubborn piece of hair off her forehead without consent. Kitty drew in her breath and bit her bottom lip; his hand touching her gave her goose bumps.
"Initially I was here for some evil villain spy mission, then I heard y'all are having some fancy grandeur feast this fine evening and decided to invite myself." She giggled to his astonishment, went back to chopping vegetables. "Mind if I stay for you pet? Your dinner, that is... Yum, right. Hungry. Food."
It was his turn to be at a loss for words and she smiled in the knowing she wasn't the only one.
"I'd be completely delighted." .
A/N: More to come soon. Please review! I had to devote an entire chapter to St. John in order to somewhat establish his reasoning for being there. (Plus I love him *swoon*) Thanks for reading and hope you're enjoying it so far!
Disclaimer: When the day slips into night, and your heart is weighed down with happiness I will still not own rights to the characters featured ^_^ A/N: This is the next morning in case you haven't been following or somehow forgot. .
"Mr. Logan!!!!!!!!!!!!! Help me! Help me! The stove and, fire! Whoosh! Tap dancing! EEEEEEEE!"
Kitty came darting out of the kitchen a wooden spoon in hand and a damp apron hanging limply around her waist. Logan folded the Sunday paper and sat it beside him on the couch rising to his feet and facing the hysterical girl.
"What in blue hell are you ranting on about now half pint?" Logan strode towards the double doors of the kitchen, throwing them open before Kitty had a chance to speak. What he saw made him question his sanity.
"See! See, I told you so!" Kitty pointed to the fire to show him, even though Logan's attention was already focused on it. "It's tap dancing! The fire is tap dancing!" Just as soon as it had started, the dancing fire stopped, becoming an average stove fire. Logan hastily grabbed the fire extinguisher off the wall and smothered the flames. They both turned to each other and it was an unspoken agreement that neither would mention this incident to anyone. Logan placed the empty fire extinguisher on the floor beside the trash bin and smirked.
"So where's Richter at? Thought he was going to help you prepare this masterpiece we're christening dinner."
Kitty rolled her eyes, as she pulled the bag of groceries that Ororo had brought for her onto the counter.
"I don't know where Lance is, something about helping Scott." She chopped several carrots careful of where the knife landed with each chop, scooping the finished product into a large bowl. "Plus I don't need any help. Ororo told me I could prepare a special dinner for everyone and it was my project. I can handle it on my own. Thank you Mr. Logan."
"Well there you go then. That's perfectly believable, helping Scott." Logan shook his head in disbelief, walking back into the living room and leaving Kitty to do her work.
Busying herself with chopping and dicing Kitty tried miserably to ignore the fact that Lance had indeed left her hanging on two occasions in less than two days. Maybe he wasn't worth her time at all, her feelings for him were waning after all. She had seen his forced stay at the Institute as a way to rekindle their friendship and hopefully build off of that.
"Sa' tell me now. What's a Sheila such as yourself doing, getting stood up by that 'Richter' bloke?"
Kitty wheeled around, the knife she held now grasped tightly in her palm. Her mouth gaped slightly open as she noticed the sheepish grin that adorned St. John's face. She fumbled for words and in her moment of stupor, didn't even realize he had removed the knife from her hand and placed it safely on the counter top. With great strife, she finally found words.
"No one stood me up I will have you know. Something suddenly came up is all."
He sniggered as she brushed a stray bang from her forehead, obviously trying to regain her composure.
"You know love, I find it comical that you deemed it more important to state the fact that you weren't stood up to me. Than you did, to ask me why I, Pyro, Great Acolyte, have moseyed over to the X-farm."
She smacked her forehead in hindsight of the stupid mishap she had made. Anyone in their rightful mind *would* have asked him what his business was here. Demanded to know his business as a matter of fact. Oh ho, not Kitty Pryde. She had to say something stupid and un-relating to his presence at the Institute.
"I was just trying to point out that it's impossible to be stood up by someone you're not even you know, seeing or anything. I want nothing to do with Lance. Pashhh. Jubilee can have him for like all I care!"
Before she knew it, her body was pressed against the counter, his arms on either side of her pushing against the counter. Escaping from this so- called-imprisonment was an easy thing for someone who could walk through walls by choice. Something was keeping her pinned nonetheless. Pyro leaned in, his face inches from hers; he then moved closer to her ear.
"Well then, looks like I may have a chance with you yet."
The words echoed in her mind and she was unable to suppress the shiver that ran through her entire body as he released her from his grasp.
"Why are you here anyways?" her voice was barely above a whisper and her words were unintentionally shaky.
He grinned at her again and to her surprise, brushed the stubborn piece of hair off her forehead without consent. Kitty drew in her breath and bit her bottom lip; his hand touching her gave her goose bumps.
"Initially I was here for some evil villain spy mission, then I heard y'all are having some fancy grandeur feast this fine evening and decided to invite myself." She giggled to his astonishment, went back to chopping vegetables. "Mind if I stay for you pet? Your dinner, that is... Yum, right. Hungry. Food."
It was his turn to be at a loss for words and she smiled in the knowing she wasn't the only one.
"I'd be completely delighted." .
A/N: More to come soon. Please review! I had to devote an entire chapter to St. John in order to somewhat establish his reasoning for being there. (Plus I love him *swoon*) Thanks for reading and hope you're enjoying it so far!