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 15
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Kitty walked along the path toward the Institute. She thought to herself the events that had just happened, 'He was... totally protecting me. That's admirable. I think he's right, though. That would have been a bad call on my part.' She reached into her pocket to slip out a pair of earbud headphones. She slipped one into her left ear as she reached in and pulled out a small device, adjusting a knob and flipping a switch to turn it on. She walked forward slowly, lost in her own thoughts as a song played over her personal stereo.
A loud noise and the smell of sulfur exploded before the walking Kitty. She shrieked, falling backward as the boy known as Kurt Wagner suddenly had appeared in her path.
"Kurt! What are you tryin' to do, scare me?!" Kitty smacked her friend in the shoulder with a right handed punch.
He winced and rubbed his shoulder. "I'm not the one sneaking out late at night, liebchen." Kurt put his hands on his hips, "What's wrong with you! It's nearly two in the morning!"
"What are you, my mother? I could say the same about you, Kurt." She reached into her pocket and stopped her music. "Wait, did you follow me? Awwwwwwww, you care."
"Of course I care, you've been acting very weird lately. When I saw you jump from your room, I thought following you would be the best thing." Kurt nodded.
"...so...like...you saw everything?" She blushed a little, remembering her parting gift.
"Ja, and heard." He crossed his arms. "You have me worried more with this talk of helping out the acolytes? Katzchen, you're no longer thinking right!"
"Kurt, it's cool." She smiled and held up her hands in defense, "I know. I..." Kitty paused, "I think I'm better now. I mean, I still gotta heal and stuff, but I'm feeling way better. My soul, y'know? It all makes sense now."
Kurt nodded again, then asked, "So what's with the get-up?"
Kitty made a face, "It's a jacket of Logan's. It smells of cigars too. Just in case I got tracked... maybe a different scent would throw him off. I could dream, right? And it's cold enough outside. It's a pretty warm jacket." She hugged the jacket closer to herself.
"I see." He and Kitty started to walk toward the mansion. "Are you sure you're okay? I worry for you, Katzchen. You sounded real serious back there..."
Kitty let Kurt walk forward a little bit, then she hugged him tightly from behind. "Yeah fuzzy. I'm great."
Kurt smiled and let out a sigh. "Okay, I believe you. You know, this trip would be so much faster if I just teleport us to the roof, ja?"
"Oh that would be wonderful." She giggled.
"Hold on tight!" He announced before both disappeared in a flash. They reappeared on top of the Xavier Institute roof.
Kitty let go of Kurt and sat down on the roof, overlooking the night sky. Kurt sat next to her, offering a shoulder for her to lean on as he put an arm around her. She leaned against him and murmured, "I'm so hungry. I went to bed without dinner again."
Kurt's ears perked up, "Then what are WE waiting for? Let's go make some food!"
"Is there ever a time when you're NOT hungry? That's got to be like, the end of the world."
"There is no need for your sarcasm, Kitty. I'm a growing boy!"
"Yeah, and if you keep eatin' like that, you'll be growing sideways. Maybe it'll all go to your tail." She laughed at the idea.
Kurt playfully reached and touched her good-side with his fingers as he tickled her. She laugh-shrieked and pushed away, "Unfair advantage 'cause of proximity!" She landed back on her hands, still smiling. "C'mon, let's head downstairs. Wanna 'port?"
"But of course, mein lieb." He touched Kitty's shoulders and then teleported them both downstairs to the kitchen.
The teleport was quick as usual. Kitty settled into a chair lazily, "Alright Kurt, you get to be Mr. Iron Chef."
Kurt whined a bit, "But why me?"
"Because you're less prone to burn the house down than I am."
"Oh, that is a very good point." He walked over to the fridge, opening the doors to both the freezer and fridge. "What are you hungry for?"
Kitty leaned her head back tired, shrugging off Logan's jacket and putting it on her chair. "I dunno. Whatever looks good to you?"
Kurt filtered through the freezer, "How about... vegetable lasagna? We can split it, it's family sized."
"Super." She did a thumbs up. Kitty closed her eyes with a yawn.
"Hey! Don't you fall asleep on me, I'm cooking for you! Katzchen! You have to keep me company, ja?"
"I'm awake, Kurt. Just get this party started... or somethin'."
Kurt rolled his eyes, "Of course." He popped the frozen meal into the microwave and sat across the table from Kitty. "So... not that I'm trying to put my tail into your business or anything... but... what exactly WAS going on back at that park?"
"I was makin' a fool of myself, that's all." She shrugged. "I think I lost faith somewhere, and he pointed me back in the right direction. I know it seems crazy, fuzzy, but I wasn't going to go join the Acolytes or anything. I just wanted to make a difference. Somehow."
"We do make a difference, though." Kurt seemed confused.
"A different difference. You had to be there, I guess." Kitty nodded to herself, "I think somewhere, deep down inside, I wanted to be more of a hero. Something struck a chord with me about the whole mess. Very hard to explain. I totally got carried away with the moment."
"And now, Liebchen? You came to your senses?" Kurt asked. He stood up as he heard the bell from the microwave. He went over to it to start serving 'dinner'.
"You could say that. Maybe someone came to them for me, and I had to listen." She stretched, "I'm starved!" She got out some silverware and served drinks.
Kurt served up two plates of the lasagna. Kitty settled back down in her chair and started to eat hungrily. Kurt ate as if he hadn't had dinner that night (which would be a lie). She finished off her meal and smiled at Kurt.
"Thanks, fuzzy. For everything."
"That's what I'm here for." Kurt smiled and started cleaning up the plates.
Kitty leaned back and drank from her cup. A familiar set of footsteps came down the hall and entered the kitchen.
Kurt looked up and hesitantly waved, "Why... hello... Herr Logan.."
"I'm not here to bust you kids, I'm just up to get somethin' to drink." Logan commented.
Kitty pointed over at the pitcher of water they had set out. "Knock yourself out."
Logan raised an eyebrow, then poured himself a glass of water. Kurt settled back down across from Kitty, then Logan sat down near the kids. "So half-pint, when did you start wearin' my clothes?"
"Err..." She shrugged, "It was cold? Me and Kurt were talking on the roof. Heaviest jacket I could find."
Logan looked at Kurt, then said subtly, "That's not all you been talkin' too." He took a drink, then said, "Did you remember what I taught you?"
"Of course, Logan." Kitty made the tone sound as if 'duh' should have came after that statement.
"Then I ain't got nothin' to worry about." He finished his cup, and then smiled, "I barely wear that ol' thing anyway. You can have it if you want it. Consider it a gift."
Kitty blinked. She smiled in return, "Wow. Thanks Logan. I don't know what to say..."
"Just use your head. That's all I ask." Logan smiled. "Get to sleep you two. Tomorrow's Friday, THEN you can stay up, eat ice cream, and talk about boys. In the meantime, you got school in the morning."
"Yes, Logan." Kitty nodded and put away the pitcher.
"Goodnight." Logan waved, heading down the hall with his glass.
Kurt looked annoyed, "Is he saying I gossip?"
"You don't?" Kitty smirked. "We do it all the time to Scott and Jean."
"You do it with me too!" Kurt accused.
"Yeah, and your point? He's just razzin' you, fuzzy. It's about time someone got you back." She giggled.
Kurt stuck his tongue out at Kitty, then laughed in return. "I'm getting grumpy. Time for me to sleep. You best head up soon too, Katzchen."
"Will do, Kurt." She picked up her newly aquired jacket and slung it over her shoulder. Kurt teleported from the kitchen, away off to his room. Kitty took in a breath and smiled, 'My family.'
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"Angry Situation" - by Val Shrum (kiyonekatz at yahoo dot com)
Chapter 15
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Kitty walked along the path toward the Institute. She thought to herself the events that had just happened, 'He was... totally protecting me. That's admirable. I think he's right, though. That would have been a bad call on my part.' She reached into her pocket to slip out a pair of earbud headphones. She slipped one into her left ear as she reached in and pulled out a small device, adjusting a knob and flipping a switch to turn it on. She walked forward slowly, lost in her own thoughts as a song played over her personal stereo.
A loud noise and the smell of sulfur exploded before the walking Kitty. She shrieked, falling backward as the boy known as Kurt Wagner suddenly had appeared in her path.
"Kurt! What are you tryin' to do, scare me?!" Kitty smacked her friend in the shoulder with a right handed punch.
He winced and rubbed his shoulder. "I'm not the one sneaking out late at night, liebchen." Kurt put his hands on his hips, "What's wrong with you! It's nearly two in the morning!"
"What are you, my mother? I could say the same about you, Kurt." She reached into her pocket and stopped her music. "Wait, did you follow me? Awwwwwwww, you care."
"Of course I care, you've been acting very weird lately. When I saw you jump from your room, I thought following you would be the best thing." Kurt nodded.
"...so...like...you saw everything?" She blushed a little, remembering her parting gift.
"Ja, and heard." He crossed his arms. "You have me worried more with this talk of helping out the acolytes? Katzchen, you're no longer thinking right!"
"Kurt, it's cool." She smiled and held up her hands in defense, "I know. I..." Kitty paused, "I think I'm better now. I mean, I still gotta heal and stuff, but I'm feeling way better. My soul, y'know? It all makes sense now."
Kurt nodded again, then asked, "So what's with the get-up?"
Kitty made a face, "It's a jacket of Logan's. It smells of cigars too. Just in case I got tracked... maybe a different scent would throw him off. I could dream, right? And it's cold enough outside. It's a pretty warm jacket." She hugged the jacket closer to herself.
"I see." He and Kitty started to walk toward the mansion. "Are you sure you're okay? I worry for you, Katzchen. You sounded real serious back there..."
Kitty let Kurt walk forward a little bit, then she hugged him tightly from behind. "Yeah fuzzy. I'm great."
Kurt smiled and let out a sigh. "Okay, I believe you. You know, this trip would be so much faster if I just teleport us to the roof, ja?"
"Oh that would be wonderful." She giggled.
"Hold on tight!" He announced before both disappeared in a flash. They reappeared on top of the Xavier Institute roof.
Kitty let go of Kurt and sat down on the roof, overlooking the night sky. Kurt sat next to her, offering a shoulder for her to lean on as he put an arm around her. She leaned against him and murmured, "I'm so hungry. I went to bed without dinner again."
Kurt's ears perked up, "Then what are WE waiting for? Let's go make some food!"
"Is there ever a time when you're NOT hungry? That's got to be like, the end of the world."
"There is no need for your sarcasm, Kitty. I'm a growing boy!"
"Yeah, and if you keep eatin' like that, you'll be growing sideways. Maybe it'll all go to your tail." She laughed at the idea.
Kurt playfully reached and touched her good-side with his fingers as he tickled her. She laugh-shrieked and pushed away, "Unfair advantage 'cause of proximity!" She landed back on her hands, still smiling. "C'mon, let's head downstairs. Wanna 'port?"
"But of course, mein lieb." He touched Kitty's shoulders and then teleported them both downstairs to the kitchen.
The teleport was quick as usual. Kitty settled into a chair lazily, "Alright Kurt, you get to be Mr. Iron Chef."
Kurt whined a bit, "But why me?"
"Because you're less prone to burn the house down than I am."
"Oh, that is a very good point." He walked over to the fridge, opening the doors to both the freezer and fridge. "What are you hungry for?"
Kitty leaned her head back tired, shrugging off Logan's jacket and putting it on her chair. "I dunno. Whatever looks good to you?"
Kurt filtered through the freezer, "How about... vegetable lasagna? We can split it, it's family sized."
"Super." She did a thumbs up. Kitty closed her eyes with a yawn.
"Hey! Don't you fall asleep on me, I'm cooking for you! Katzchen! You have to keep me company, ja?"
"I'm awake, Kurt. Just get this party started... or somethin'."
Kurt rolled his eyes, "Of course." He popped the frozen meal into the microwave and sat across the table from Kitty. "So... not that I'm trying to put my tail into your business or anything... but... what exactly WAS going on back at that park?"
"I was makin' a fool of myself, that's all." She shrugged. "I think I lost faith somewhere, and he pointed me back in the right direction. I know it seems crazy, fuzzy, but I wasn't going to go join the Acolytes or anything. I just wanted to make a difference. Somehow."
"We do make a difference, though." Kurt seemed confused.
"A different difference. You had to be there, I guess." Kitty nodded to herself, "I think somewhere, deep down inside, I wanted to be more of a hero. Something struck a chord with me about the whole mess. Very hard to explain. I totally got carried away with the moment."
"And now, Liebchen? You came to your senses?" Kurt asked. He stood up as he heard the bell from the microwave. He went over to it to start serving 'dinner'.
"You could say that. Maybe someone came to them for me, and I had to listen." She stretched, "I'm starved!" She got out some silverware and served drinks.
Kurt served up two plates of the lasagna. Kitty settled back down in her chair and started to eat hungrily. Kurt ate as if he hadn't had dinner that night (which would be a lie). She finished off her meal and smiled at Kurt.
"Thanks, fuzzy. For everything."
"That's what I'm here for." Kurt smiled and started cleaning up the plates.
Kitty leaned back and drank from her cup. A familiar set of footsteps came down the hall and entered the kitchen.
Kurt looked up and hesitantly waved, "Why... hello... Herr Logan.."
"I'm not here to bust you kids, I'm just up to get somethin' to drink." Logan commented.
Kitty pointed over at the pitcher of water they had set out. "Knock yourself out."
Logan raised an eyebrow, then poured himself a glass of water. Kurt settled back down across from Kitty, then Logan sat down near the kids. "So half-pint, when did you start wearin' my clothes?"
"Err..." She shrugged, "It was cold? Me and Kurt were talking on the roof. Heaviest jacket I could find."
Logan looked at Kurt, then said subtly, "That's not all you been talkin' too." He took a drink, then said, "Did you remember what I taught you?"
"Of course, Logan." Kitty made the tone sound as if 'duh' should have came after that statement.
"Then I ain't got nothin' to worry about." He finished his cup, and then smiled, "I barely wear that ol' thing anyway. You can have it if you want it. Consider it a gift."
Kitty blinked. She smiled in return, "Wow. Thanks Logan. I don't know what to say..."
"Just use your head. That's all I ask." Logan smiled. "Get to sleep you two. Tomorrow's Friday, THEN you can stay up, eat ice cream, and talk about boys. In the meantime, you got school in the morning."
"Yes, Logan." Kitty nodded and put away the pitcher.
"Goodnight." Logan waved, heading down the hall with his glass.
Kurt looked annoyed, "Is he saying I gossip?"
"You don't?" Kitty smirked. "We do it all the time to Scott and Jean."
"You do it with me too!" Kurt accused.
"Yeah, and your point? He's just razzin' you, fuzzy. It's about time someone got you back." She giggled.
Kurt stuck his tongue out at Kitty, then laughed in return. "I'm getting grumpy. Time for me to sleep. You best head up soon too, Katzchen."
"Will do, Kurt." She picked up her newly aquired jacket and slung it over her shoulder. Kurt teleported from the kitchen, away off to his room. Kitty took in a breath and smiled, 'My family.'
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