X-Men Evolution is a trademarked product from Marvel, all the characters are owned by Marvel and not me. This is a work of fiction based off of said series. I make no money off this, yadda yadda yah. This is my first X-Men Evolution, or even X-Men related fic I've written. Be gentle.
"Angry Situation" - by Val Shrum (kiyonekatz at yahoo dot com)
Chapter 13
***************************************************************************
The last two periods of the day went by quickly. Kitty sat on the trunk of Scott's car as she patiently waited for her friend. She picked up her phone and dialed a number.
*Ring* *Ring* *Ring*
"Brotherhood boarding house." Said a male voice.
"Hey... uh..." Kitty froze, not sure what to say. She glanced around to see if Scott was near, but he still hadn't arrived. "...can... I speak to Pietro?" She fought the urge to hang up. "Kinda important."
"Sure." The phone was set down. In the backround it can be heard, "...hey Pietro, some girl is on the phone for you. I thought you told them all to stop calling here..."
A slight pause, then someone picked up. "Y'ello?"
"...uh..." Kitty froze.
"Speak up woman, I can't hear you." Pietro said, rather annoyed.
"Pietro, it's Kitty." She bit her lip, then continued, "Do you like have any way of getting a hold of the Acolytes?"
"Maybe. What's in it for me?" He asked in a slightly sinister lilt. "It's not every day you get asked somethin' like this by a X-Man."
"Just pass a message to Colossus. I want..." She changed her phrasing, "I need to see him. It's a bit urgent. Not at the Institute, though. Lance has my number. Can you do that?"
Pietro scoffed at the other end, "You're just using me, I see how it is."
"I'll buy you lunch the next time I see you, okay? Just do this for me?" She sounded desperate.
"Er... yeah, sure babe." Pietro added, "But you OWE me."
"Yeah, okay. Gotta go." She hung up the phone quickly. 'Oooh boy, that wasn't a good idea, was it? Too late now.'
Scott approached the car, "Sorry about that. I had to tell Bobby something to pass along to Jean. I hope you weren't waiting too long."
"Not really, no." She put her phone away in her pocket. "Let's go."
He unlocked the doors and climbed in. Scott paused then asked, "Hey uhm... did you want to go get something? Like an afterschool snack? I know the Professor wants us home right away, but I know you're having trouble catching up in a few classes and I could use a break away from the place."
Kitty sat in the front passenger side then commented, "I don't see any problem. You get to call the Professor to ask permission though, not me."
Scott laughed, "Gotcha." He pulled out his own phone and dialed over to the Institute, "Hello, can I speak to the Professor? It's Scott. Uh huh. Sure. We're doing great. I just wanted to take Kitty out to get something to eat before heading back. I know. We'll be back after we're done, promise. Thanks again, sir. Goodbye." He hung up the phone, "He's fine with it. You sure you're up for it?"
"What have I got to lose, a nap? I'm fine. Let's go." She waved, "Onward, to the fooding!"
"Now you're just making up words."
"Meh." Kitty shrugged. "Let's motor."
"Alright, alright." He turned the ignition and started the car, leaving Bayville High's parking lot.
***
About an hour and a half in. Kitty had her books laid out on the table in front of her, nursing on a large chocolate milkshake. Scott worked on an ice cream sundae, occasionally coaching or working through with Kitty the things she had missed in school. Finally it was the end of their study session.
"I can finally get back to a semblance of a normal life." Kitty stretched, closing the books and putting them away.
"Glad I could help. You're normally the one helping everyone out."
"Eh, well... if you've got it..." She confidently joked.
Scott chuckled. He smiled weakly. He spooned a bite of ice cream, then placed it back in his sundae bowl. He looked up with a serious expression. "Now that homework is out of the way... we've got to talk."
"We? Am I in trouble?" Kitty blinked.
"No, not at all. It's just that everyone is worried about--"
"Here we go again." She sighed. "Fine, what do you want to know, everything? All the details? The Cliffs Notes version? What? I don't want sympathy. I don't want pity. And I CERTAINLY don't want anyone else to know any more than I have to. I don't want to be treated differently. I just want to get on with my life."
"Don't snap at me, Kitty. I know exactly how you feel. I just want the truth. That's all. Are you hiding something?"
"Of course. Everyone hides things, it's just a fact." She shrugged.
"Can you let me in on what has been the deal with you lately, then?" Scott specified.
"M'kay, fine. Promise me, then." Kitty said seriously.
"Promise? Promise you what?"
"It stays between us. No one else knows. Not Jean, not Mr. McCoy, not even the Professor. No sympathy, no pity, and no treating me weird, okay? Promise!" She pointed a spoon at Scott.
"... sure, yeah. I promise. You can trust me."
"The Professor didn't put you up to this, did he?" Kitty eyed Scott suspiciously.
"No! I'm actually doing this because I hate being left out of the loop, and I really hate it when my friends are troubled and I can't do anything about it. It's a bit of the boy-scout syndrome I suffer from. I just want to help when I can."
"I don't need your help." She sipped her milkshake, "But I understand. Just don't freak out, 'kay."
"I won't." Scott leaned back.
Kitty paused. She closed her eyes to convince herself that this was the right thing to do. She re-opened them and looked at Scott directly, "There is a lot of stuff going on with me. Even now, I'm having like the worst trouble picking out what happened to break down my defenses." She sighed. "So like.. first off, right before I left for home my Mom told me they were getting a divorce. My parents, I mean. That just set the mood for my weekend."
Scott idly picked at his dessert. "Okay?"
"In a nutshell? I died. I had a crisis of faith. I woke up on the wrong side, literally. I opened my eyes to what was happening out there in the real world and I didn't like it."
"Excuse me? Say what? Slow that down for me a bit, kiddo."
"Sure. I got blackmailed to help out on some mission with Magneto's Acolyte, Colossus. Broke into some facility, discovered some things I shouldn't know, then I was hit. Somewhere between then and there I died. Then I came home. After I researched a bit on what I found out, I questioned... am I really on the right side? Who's right? Who's wrong? I don't even know anymore, Scott. I totally was conned into the whole mess, and I could have walked away. Now I'm so deep... I don't even know how to go back to normal. Something is unfinished." She looked at Scott. She attempted to read his expression, "They thought... I tried to commit suicide. They thought I had gotten hurt on purpose. I was really upset at my parents when I had left, but that was so not within me. Now it's just recovery and moving on, I guess."
"So that's what you meant, about your vacation being like Star Wars." Scott finished his ice cream, now his attention kept on the younger teammate.
"Ooh, good memory! I had almost forgotten about that conversation." She smiled and said softly, tilting her head to the side, "I'm sorry I worried everyone. I'm just so sick of everything bein' so serious lately. Even me, gah. Jean's like gotta think I've been possessed or somethin'. Look, I know what I'm going to do now. Have a little faith in me to think I'll do the right thing, 'kay?"
"I know you will. You always do." Scott paid the bill. "But Kitty, promise me something?"
"What's that, Scott?"
"After everything is resolved, you should give some of the others an idea about what is going on with you. It'd break the tension."
"Oh sure Scott. I will, when I'm ready." She nodded, picking up her bag. "And uh... thanks for having faith in me when others didn't. That's the real reason I told you anything, not because of the promise I made you take."
"Oh.. well uh... thanks, then, too." He rubbed the back of his head. "Let's head back."
"Yeah. Let's."
***
The red sports car pulled into the vast garage of the Xavier Institute. Kitty waved tiredly to Scott, heading through the house.
"Hold on a second, Kitty." Said a familiar female voice.
"Oh, hey Ororo. What's up? I'm really tired, I was just going to head up to sleep..." Kitty gestured to the upstairs area.
Ororo held up a few letters, "But Kitten, you got some mail. I thought you might want it. One of them is marked 'Urgent'."
"Huh... okay." She took the letters from Ororo. "I'm so tired right now. I think I need just fifteen hours of uninterrupted sleep. Y'know what I mean?"
"Rest is the best medicine." Ororo smiled.
Kitty nodded as she looked over the two letters, "Huh? Oh right. I'm gonna head upstairs. I'll see you tomorrow at breakfast, 'kay?"
"Sleep well."
***
Kitty tossed her bag aside, ungraciously falling onto her bed with a loud 'thump'. She turned around and propped herself up just slightly with her pillow. She opened the first letter. Nothing important. She tossed it aside to her endtable. She looked over the second letter. '... that's weird, there's no return address... and no post-mark'. There was just a small stamp of 'urgent' in the corner in red ink. She gulped and opened it carefully. Two letters were inside the envelope. She opened the first one.
----------------------------------------------------------------
Hey Pretty Kitty,
I got your message to him. I'd like my dinner to be a pizza, with EVERYTHING on it, got it? Throw in all the extras too, like breadsticks and wings. And I'd like it hot and delivered tomorrow night. BTW: You're welcome.
-Pietro
---------------------------------------------------------------
She pulled the second letter from behind Pietro's. The script was different, prettier in a way. Kitty took a deep breath and began to read.
--------------------------------------------------------------
Dear Katya,
I received your message from Magneto's son, Pietro. I am surprised that you would contact me after everything. I can only be there as soon as late tonight. If you are serious, meet me at one a.m. in that mall parking lot. Forgive me as I'm not very familiar with your city. I should be there.
-Piotr Nikolievitch Rasputin
-------------------------------------------------------------
Kitty closed the letter and folded it up to place in her pocket. She glanced at the time, seven thirty two p.m. She pulled out her phone and set an alarm, twelve fifteen a.m. She then went to the closet and picked out an outfit more suited for the late night rendezvous. 'And now I sleep.'
***
"Angry Situation" - by Val Shrum (kiyonekatz at yahoo dot com)
Chapter 13
***************************************************************************
The last two periods of the day went by quickly. Kitty sat on the trunk of Scott's car as she patiently waited for her friend. She picked up her phone and dialed a number.
*Ring* *Ring* *Ring*
"Brotherhood boarding house." Said a male voice.
"Hey... uh..." Kitty froze, not sure what to say. She glanced around to see if Scott was near, but he still hadn't arrived. "...can... I speak to Pietro?" She fought the urge to hang up. "Kinda important."
"Sure." The phone was set down. In the backround it can be heard, "...hey Pietro, some girl is on the phone for you. I thought you told them all to stop calling here..."
A slight pause, then someone picked up. "Y'ello?"
"...uh..." Kitty froze.
"Speak up woman, I can't hear you." Pietro said, rather annoyed.
"Pietro, it's Kitty." She bit her lip, then continued, "Do you like have any way of getting a hold of the Acolytes?"
"Maybe. What's in it for me?" He asked in a slightly sinister lilt. "It's not every day you get asked somethin' like this by a X-Man."
"Just pass a message to Colossus. I want..." She changed her phrasing, "I need to see him. It's a bit urgent. Not at the Institute, though. Lance has my number. Can you do that?"
Pietro scoffed at the other end, "You're just using me, I see how it is."
"I'll buy you lunch the next time I see you, okay? Just do this for me?" She sounded desperate.
"Er... yeah, sure babe." Pietro added, "But you OWE me."
"Yeah, okay. Gotta go." She hung up the phone quickly. 'Oooh boy, that wasn't a good idea, was it? Too late now.'
Scott approached the car, "Sorry about that. I had to tell Bobby something to pass along to Jean. I hope you weren't waiting too long."
"Not really, no." She put her phone away in her pocket. "Let's go."
He unlocked the doors and climbed in. Scott paused then asked, "Hey uhm... did you want to go get something? Like an afterschool snack? I know the Professor wants us home right away, but I know you're having trouble catching up in a few classes and I could use a break away from the place."
Kitty sat in the front passenger side then commented, "I don't see any problem. You get to call the Professor to ask permission though, not me."
Scott laughed, "Gotcha." He pulled out his own phone and dialed over to the Institute, "Hello, can I speak to the Professor? It's Scott. Uh huh. Sure. We're doing great. I just wanted to take Kitty out to get something to eat before heading back. I know. We'll be back after we're done, promise. Thanks again, sir. Goodbye." He hung up the phone, "He's fine with it. You sure you're up for it?"
"What have I got to lose, a nap? I'm fine. Let's go." She waved, "Onward, to the fooding!"
"Now you're just making up words."
"Meh." Kitty shrugged. "Let's motor."
"Alright, alright." He turned the ignition and started the car, leaving Bayville High's parking lot.
***
About an hour and a half in. Kitty had her books laid out on the table in front of her, nursing on a large chocolate milkshake. Scott worked on an ice cream sundae, occasionally coaching or working through with Kitty the things she had missed in school. Finally it was the end of their study session.
"I can finally get back to a semblance of a normal life." Kitty stretched, closing the books and putting them away.
"Glad I could help. You're normally the one helping everyone out."
"Eh, well... if you've got it..." She confidently joked.
Scott chuckled. He smiled weakly. He spooned a bite of ice cream, then placed it back in his sundae bowl. He looked up with a serious expression. "Now that homework is out of the way... we've got to talk."
"We? Am I in trouble?" Kitty blinked.
"No, not at all. It's just that everyone is worried about--"
"Here we go again." She sighed. "Fine, what do you want to know, everything? All the details? The Cliffs Notes version? What? I don't want sympathy. I don't want pity. And I CERTAINLY don't want anyone else to know any more than I have to. I don't want to be treated differently. I just want to get on with my life."
"Don't snap at me, Kitty. I know exactly how you feel. I just want the truth. That's all. Are you hiding something?"
"Of course. Everyone hides things, it's just a fact." She shrugged.
"Can you let me in on what has been the deal with you lately, then?" Scott specified.
"M'kay, fine. Promise me, then." Kitty said seriously.
"Promise? Promise you what?"
"It stays between us. No one else knows. Not Jean, not Mr. McCoy, not even the Professor. No sympathy, no pity, and no treating me weird, okay? Promise!" She pointed a spoon at Scott.
"... sure, yeah. I promise. You can trust me."
"The Professor didn't put you up to this, did he?" Kitty eyed Scott suspiciously.
"No! I'm actually doing this because I hate being left out of the loop, and I really hate it when my friends are troubled and I can't do anything about it. It's a bit of the boy-scout syndrome I suffer from. I just want to help when I can."
"I don't need your help." She sipped her milkshake, "But I understand. Just don't freak out, 'kay."
"I won't." Scott leaned back.
Kitty paused. She closed her eyes to convince herself that this was the right thing to do. She re-opened them and looked at Scott directly, "There is a lot of stuff going on with me. Even now, I'm having like the worst trouble picking out what happened to break down my defenses." She sighed. "So like.. first off, right before I left for home my Mom told me they were getting a divorce. My parents, I mean. That just set the mood for my weekend."
Scott idly picked at his dessert. "Okay?"
"In a nutshell? I died. I had a crisis of faith. I woke up on the wrong side, literally. I opened my eyes to what was happening out there in the real world and I didn't like it."
"Excuse me? Say what? Slow that down for me a bit, kiddo."
"Sure. I got blackmailed to help out on some mission with Magneto's Acolyte, Colossus. Broke into some facility, discovered some things I shouldn't know, then I was hit. Somewhere between then and there I died. Then I came home. After I researched a bit on what I found out, I questioned... am I really on the right side? Who's right? Who's wrong? I don't even know anymore, Scott. I totally was conned into the whole mess, and I could have walked away. Now I'm so deep... I don't even know how to go back to normal. Something is unfinished." She looked at Scott. She attempted to read his expression, "They thought... I tried to commit suicide. They thought I had gotten hurt on purpose. I was really upset at my parents when I had left, but that was so not within me. Now it's just recovery and moving on, I guess."
"So that's what you meant, about your vacation being like Star Wars." Scott finished his ice cream, now his attention kept on the younger teammate.
"Ooh, good memory! I had almost forgotten about that conversation." She smiled and said softly, tilting her head to the side, "I'm sorry I worried everyone. I'm just so sick of everything bein' so serious lately. Even me, gah. Jean's like gotta think I've been possessed or somethin'. Look, I know what I'm going to do now. Have a little faith in me to think I'll do the right thing, 'kay?"
"I know you will. You always do." Scott paid the bill. "But Kitty, promise me something?"
"What's that, Scott?"
"After everything is resolved, you should give some of the others an idea about what is going on with you. It'd break the tension."
"Oh sure Scott. I will, when I'm ready." She nodded, picking up her bag. "And uh... thanks for having faith in me when others didn't. That's the real reason I told you anything, not because of the promise I made you take."
"Oh.. well uh... thanks, then, too." He rubbed the back of his head. "Let's head back."
"Yeah. Let's."
***
The red sports car pulled into the vast garage of the Xavier Institute. Kitty waved tiredly to Scott, heading through the house.
"Hold on a second, Kitty." Said a familiar female voice.
"Oh, hey Ororo. What's up? I'm really tired, I was just going to head up to sleep..." Kitty gestured to the upstairs area.
Ororo held up a few letters, "But Kitten, you got some mail. I thought you might want it. One of them is marked 'Urgent'."
"Huh... okay." She took the letters from Ororo. "I'm so tired right now. I think I need just fifteen hours of uninterrupted sleep. Y'know what I mean?"
"Rest is the best medicine." Ororo smiled.
Kitty nodded as she looked over the two letters, "Huh? Oh right. I'm gonna head upstairs. I'll see you tomorrow at breakfast, 'kay?"
"Sleep well."
***
Kitty tossed her bag aside, ungraciously falling onto her bed with a loud 'thump'. She turned around and propped herself up just slightly with her pillow. She opened the first letter. Nothing important. She tossed it aside to her endtable. She looked over the second letter. '... that's weird, there's no return address... and no post-mark'. There was just a small stamp of 'urgent' in the corner in red ink. She gulped and opened it carefully. Two letters were inside the envelope. She opened the first one.
----------------------------------------------------------------
Hey Pretty Kitty,
I got your message to him. I'd like my dinner to be a pizza, with EVERYTHING on it, got it? Throw in all the extras too, like breadsticks and wings. And I'd like it hot and delivered tomorrow night. BTW: You're welcome.
-Pietro
---------------------------------------------------------------
She pulled the second letter from behind Pietro's. The script was different, prettier in a way. Kitty took a deep breath and began to read.
--------------------------------------------------------------
Dear Katya,
I received your message from Magneto's son, Pietro. I am surprised that you would contact me after everything. I can only be there as soon as late tonight. If you are serious, meet me at one a.m. in that mall parking lot. Forgive me as I'm not very familiar with your city. I should be there.
-Piotr Nikolievitch Rasputin
-------------------------------------------------------------
Kitty closed the letter and folded it up to place in her pocket. She glanced at the time, seven thirty two p.m. She pulled out her phone and set an alarm, twelve fifteen a.m. She then went to the closet and picked out an outfit more suited for the late night rendezvous. 'And now I sleep.'
***