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.
** Fixed weird "------" things in previous chapters. Didn't notice until a reviewer pointed it out, thanks! Silly fanfiction.net. **
"Angry Situation" - by Val Shrum (kiyonekatz at yahoo dot com)
Chapter 16
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Kitty slept until the alarm in her and Rogue's room went off. She sluggishly climbed out of bed and stumbled over a small bag. Kitty kneeled down and looked into the bag. It was from the store she had shopped at the other day, containing the shirt and pants outfit that Piotr had purchased for her. She half-smiled, pulling the items out of the bag and headed to the bathroom to get ready for the day.
After showering and changing, she headed downstairs to find Professor Xavier. Kitty checked the time as she made a note as to how long she still had before it'd be too late to leave for school. She rounded the corner and checked in his office, "Professor?" she knocked lightly.
"Come in, Kitty." Xavier said behind the door.
She opened the door and entered, "It always weirds me out that you like... know who it is before they even come in."
"Not on purpose, I assure you. I sensed your urgency to find me. What's on your mind?" He asked plainly.
"Oh, well.." She sat down in a chair in front of his desk. "I've... like... been thinkin' a lot lately. Y'know, we're supposed to help out humans, fellow mutants, for the betterment of mankind and the future an' all that."
"That's part of it, yes. We, as mutants, represent the future. You children, as the X-Men, are the representation of that future. To uphold it, to make sure it's a good one for both humans and mutants."
Kitty nodded, she's heard this before. "Yes, Professor. So... like, since I got back I discovered a school-friend of mine is also a mutant. I'm not sure who knows. I mean, as far as I remember he doesn't have an obvious ability or anything... but he's been dipping into some shady business which could be threatening to his life and future. I was curious if it would be a good idea to step in and offer a hand, y'know, as a fellow mutant and friend - maybe pass along your card to get him on the right track?"
"Reaching out is a very hard thing to do sometimes. You might startle him or scare him away if you let on that you knew his secret. It's a very delicate situation, Kitty. I generally leave that to my older students." Xavier noted.
"I know what to say." Kitty voiced confidently, "Oh trust me Professor, I totally know how to approach it. And I'm not really looking to recruit here. I'm just trying to get him out of a bad situation and let him know there are places to go if things end up becoming worse for him because of who he is, kay?"
Charles Xavier smiled, "It's fine, Kitty. Do what you think is right then. Yesterday went very well, so I'll allow you to go to school today. You seem to be recovering quickly."
"I feel a whole lot better, now. Do I have to check in with Scott every period?" She seemed a little annoyed by that.
"No. That was just a precaution. I'd still like you to travel to and from school with him if that's fine." He nodded.
"Then I'm going to finish getting ready, Professor." She held out a hand, "Do you have a card I can pass along to him?"
Xavier reached into his drawer and passed a few cards to Kitty, "Good luck."
"...Thanks." Kitty smiled, leaving the office.
***
Kitty rode in the back seat of Scott's sports car on the way to school. She tried to keep her courage strong in talking to her friend, Doug. 'This is really the right thing to do. I mean, gotta make things better for the future and those around me.'
The day seemed to go by a lot slower than usual. First period dragged on. Second period, well... Kitty didn't sit anywhere near Doug to talk to him. She made the decision to approach him in third period. The day slowed to a crawl for her as potential conversations lingered throughout her head. She hated the feeling of anticipation. She was more of a do it immediately sort.
She sat down at her usual desk in the computer lab. Kitty closed her eyes and tried to keep her cool about her. The noise of a chair being pulled out snapped her out of her concentration.
"Hey Kitty, what's going on?" asked Doug, "You look a lot better today."
"Why thanks! I feel a lot better, too." She made a face, then scooted closer to Doug. "Say... uh... can we have lunch together? I want to talk to you... about some stuff... and it's easier to do that during lunch. Y'know, instead of in class."
Doug looked confused, almost hesitant at what Kitty was saying. "Oh, uh... sure Kitty. I generally eat outside, over by the gym. There's some shade and all. It's nice."
Kitty nodded, "Cool. I'll meet you there then." She smiled.
Doug smiled nervously back, still unsure. He logged into the computer and then class started up for them.
***
Kitty sat in the library for the second day in a row because of her injury. She didn't think she had to skip gym anymore, but it was best to be safe than sorry. It gave her time to work on her little pre-planned speech to her friend. 'This is a lot harder than it should be. Maybe it would be easier if like... I didn't really know him?' She idly worked on her homework for another class until the bell rang. She headed out to the cafeteria, grabbing a tray of food, before moving over to the table where she usually sits. Jean and Scott were already there.
"Hey guys, I am meeting someone for lunch over there." She pointed, "So I'll like see you after school, 'kay?" Kitty smiled.
"Have fun." Scott commented to Kitty as she left.
Kitty took in a breath and headed back over toward the gym area with her tray. She noticed Doug was sat down on the ground under a tree in a little patch of grass that sometimes schools have set up for beautification of the landscape. She walked over and smiled down at Doug, "Hey there stranger." She sat down and placed book bag down, then her tray beside her.
"So uh... what's up?" He took a sandwich out of a bag, taking a bite.
Kitty looked around to make sure no one was near. It was a pretty vacant area, actually. Most of the students stick around the main eating areas, but it's an open campus. People could leave and come back if they pleased. She took a deep breath then asked, "Remember the other day, when I had you look at that thing on my computer?"
"Yeah, I remember. Had some odd encoded files. Was it a project?" He asked, mildly curious.
"Aah... kinda." She started on her own lunch, "So like, let's say a friend of mine showed me something that I shouldn't have seen... and like... I want to act on what I saw because of someone in my life might be in trouble. I should do something, right?"
"Of course. If someone is in trouble you should help them out."
"But what if they don't KNOW they're in trouble, and they might think I'm crazy?" She added.
"I suppose it's a risk you'd need to take, if it's really that important." He shrugged and took a drink of his soda.
Kitty nodded, then said, "Okay, Doug? You're in trouble. Big time."
Doug almost spit out his drink, "Excuse me?!" He wiped his mouth with a napkin.
"Uhh... you mentioned you were doing some part-time work? I think that's part of it. Some organization is trying to find out something about you... and uh... once they find out for sure your life will be in danger." Kitty tried her best to sound serious.
Doug raised an eyebrow, then asked, "What do you know? Sounds like you're trying to scare me."
"I'm not, it's not a joke. Trust me." She thought about her original speech. "You've got an amazing gift. We all do. Just yours kinda... came along 'cause of genetics. Just like me, I guess. Well, not exactly like me, but it's there."
"I... really don't know what you're talking about now. I'm just a smart kid." He seemed uncomfortable.
Kitty sighed, she felt she screwed up. "Yah, okay, don't believe me. I know what I read. In case you forgot, I'm a mutant. I live at that school up the road. Got in trouble for that some time ago. What those files said is that you potentially were, too. They're using you, and then they're going to hurt you. Badly. I just didn't want to see my friend get hurt. I couldn't sit back and let someone else be a victim again." She re-slung her bag over her shoulder, then picked up her tray. "Maybe the Professor was right. I'm SO not cut out for this..."
Doug reached up and grabbed her arm, "Kitty! Wait... stay? Don't go. You just startled me. I don't know what to say."
"Look, you don't have to say anything. Here." She pulled a card from her pocket and handed it to him, "I just want you to have this and think about things. I only ask that whatever you decide, you need to get out of whatever it is you're involved in. Just say you're done and be over with it. It's not good. Okay? I'm going to head back over to my table. I have some stuff to catch up with... and I think I overstayed myself this time."
"You didn't overstay. Sorry..." He looked over the card, "I'll think about it. You're right though, I'll drop the job. Oh, and Kitty? Thanks."
"Yeah, anytime. I'll call you later." Kitty nodded and headed back toward the main quad area.
***
Kitty tapped away at her laptop, looking as though she was coding something in a window. She sat on the downstairs couch of the institute tv room. She typed away at the code for a little bit, the television on in the backround. Kurt, as he usually does, suddenly bamfed in to the room behind where Kitty was working.
"More homework? I thought you were caught up." Kurt asked politely. He climbed over the couch to sit at the other end, his tail grabbed the remote and he started to flip channels.
"Nope, not homework. Personal project." She noted out loud. "No trainin' session with Logan or anything?"
"He's out with the new mutants today. Me, I'm stuck with kitchen duty."
"Forget saving the world, Kurt-The-Chef is far more important." She smiled.
"I even have a 'Kiss the Chef, I'm German' apron." He grinned.
Kitty laughed, "You'll make an impression on all the ladies with that one."
"Of course! Who could resist a fuzzy chef?" Kurt leaned back confidently.
"Not many." Kitty kept working away at her computer.
Kurt noticed how intent Kitty had been working, "Some personal project. You're typing up a storm over there."
"It's a little tough for me. I might have a little help to see if it works right." She sounded about as vague as she could.
"Ah... well... I'm not so good with computers." He tried to get any attention off of potentially him helping.
"No fuzzy, don't worry. Someone who KNOWS what this stuff is about." She grinned, "I wasn't about to volunteer you for it. It's like asking you for Spanish homework help. It doesn't work that way."
"Hey! I'm a good study partner." He pretended to be offended.
"Yeah sure, Kurt." Kitty reached over to take a sip of a drink she'd been nursing, "I'm not dissing your abilities, just sayin' I know better than to ask you about something you don't know anything about."
"Seemed like an insult to me." He pouted, "I think I'll live."
"You'd better." She wagged a finger at him and then went back to typing on her computer.
Kurt put on some show and started to watch, interested. Kitty worked for another half hour before finally finishing. She saved and closed the computer, then nudged Kurt, "It's about time you started on dinner with Mr. McCoy, huh? I've gotta make a call upstairs. I'll see you at dinner."
"Ja. Have fun."
"Oh, you too."
Kitty walked upstairs to her bedroom, plugging in her computer to the ethernet connection near her desk. She picked up the phone and dialed the familiar number of Douglas Ramsey.
*Ring* *Ring* *Ring*
"Hello, Ramsey Residence."
"Yes, May I speak to Doug please?" Kitty fidgeted a little, rebooting up her computer and drafting a quick email.
"Sure, I'll get him." said the voice.
A small pause, then, "Hello?" asked Doug.
"Hey Doug, it's Kitty. I have a favor to ask." She sounded a little urgent.
"Sure... what's up?" He replied.
"Got an e-mail address? I want you to look over a program I just did, and maybe tweak it so it does exactly what I want it to do. I'm typing up an e-mail right now for you, explaining what I want it to do and if you can make sure I got all my code right. I'm not a total slouch when it comes to this stuff, but... I'm not exactly a genius like I am in other subjects, right."
Doug laughed, "Sure, Kitty. Lemme log in real quick." He paused, then gave Kitty his e-mail address. "Let me know when you send it."
"Okay... and... it's sent. Don't execute it, just look at the code. Very important stuff here." She leaned back in her chair. "Uh... sorry about lunch today. I must have totally dampened your mood, huh?"
"Naw, it's okay. You're right. I am like you. The job tried to convince me to stay on, because they only wanted me for a week or two more. That made me realize that it was a very bad idea." Doug mentioned.
"Good for you! I mean... well, you know what I mean. Got the mail yet?" Kitty asked.
"Looking at it right now..." He paused over the phone, then said, "Are you SERIOUS? Kitty, this isn't very nice."
"Well, it's not supposed to be nice. Will the program do what I want it to do?" She asked.
"... well, sort of." Doug murmured, "This is dangerous. You know that, right?"
"Duh? Will you or will you not help me finish it?" Kitty asked, somewhat annoyed.
"I'll help, I'll help. But you have to tell me what it's going to be used for." He started typing away at his end. Kitty could hear the gentle tap of keyboard keys in the backround.
"Hmmm... let's say... small scale revenge. It's only going to go to someone who fully deserves it, trust me. So I did well?" She inquired.
"Didn't think you had it in you, to be honest. You always seem so nice..." He commented.
"Well, hang around Bobby Drake for a bit and you'll see what kind of trouble I have to avoid around here." She laughed a little bit, then sounded serious. "It's got to work perfectly. I'm counting on you."
"No problem. I've gotta eat dinner, but I'll send you the completed project when I'm done. Maybe in an hour or two."
"Roger, chief. I'll be online. Thanks Doug."
"No problem. I just hope never to piss YOU off."
Kitty laughed, "Night."
"Night."
***
** Fixed weird "------" things in previous chapters. Didn't notice until a reviewer pointed it out, thanks! Silly fanfiction.net. **
"Angry Situation" - by Val Shrum (kiyonekatz at yahoo dot com)
Chapter 16
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Kitty slept until the alarm in her and Rogue's room went off. She sluggishly climbed out of bed and stumbled over a small bag. Kitty kneeled down and looked into the bag. It was from the store she had shopped at the other day, containing the shirt and pants outfit that Piotr had purchased for her. She half-smiled, pulling the items out of the bag and headed to the bathroom to get ready for the day.
After showering and changing, she headed downstairs to find Professor Xavier. Kitty checked the time as she made a note as to how long she still had before it'd be too late to leave for school. She rounded the corner and checked in his office, "Professor?" she knocked lightly.
"Come in, Kitty." Xavier said behind the door.
She opened the door and entered, "It always weirds me out that you like... know who it is before they even come in."
"Not on purpose, I assure you. I sensed your urgency to find me. What's on your mind?" He asked plainly.
"Oh, well.." She sat down in a chair in front of his desk. "I've... like... been thinkin' a lot lately. Y'know, we're supposed to help out humans, fellow mutants, for the betterment of mankind and the future an' all that."
"That's part of it, yes. We, as mutants, represent the future. You children, as the X-Men, are the representation of that future. To uphold it, to make sure it's a good one for both humans and mutants."
Kitty nodded, she's heard this before. "Yes, Professor. So... like, since I got back I discovered a school-friend of mine is also a mutant. I'm not sure who knows. I mean, as far as I remember he doesn't have an obvious ability or anything... but he's been dipping into some shady business which could be threatening to his life and future. I was curious if it would be a good idea to step in and offer a hand, y'know, as a fellow mutant and friend - maybe pass along your card to get him on the right track?"
"Reaching out is a very hard thing to do sometimes. You might startle him or scare him away if you let on that you knew his secret. It's a very delicate situation, Kitty. I generally leave that to my older students." Xavier noted.
"I know what to say." Kitty voiced confidently, "Oh trust me Professor, I totally know how to approach it. And I'm not really looking to recruit here. I'm just trying to get him out of a bad situation and let him know there are places to go if things end up becoming worse for him because of who he is, kay?"
Charles Xavier smiled, "It's fine, Kitty. Do what you think is right then. Yesterday went very well, so I'll allow you to go to school today. You seem to be recovering quickly."
"I feel a whole lot better, now. Do I have to check in with Scott every period?" She seemed a little annoyed by that.
"No. That was just a precaution. I'd still like you to travel to and from school with him if that's fine." He nodded.
"Then I'm going to finish getting ready, Professor." She held out a hand, "Do you have a card I can pass along to him?"
Xavier reached into his drawer and passed a few cards to Kitty, "Good luck."
"...Thanks." Kitty smiled, leaving the office.
***
Kitty rode in the back seat of Scott's sports car on the way to school. She tried to keep her courage strong in talking to her friend, Doug. 'This is really the right thing to do. I mean, gotta make things better for the future and those around me.'
The day seemed to go by a lot slower than usual. First period dragged on. Second period, well... Kitty didn't sit anywhere near Doug to talk to him. She made the decision to approach him in third period. The day slowed to a crawl for her as potential conversations lingered throughout her head. She hated the feeling of anticipation. She was more of a do it immediately sort.
She sat down at her usual desk in the computer lab. Kitty closed her eyes and tried to keep her cool about her. The noise of a chair being pulled out snapped her out of her concentration.
"Hey Kitty, what's going on?" asked Doug, "You look a lot better today."
"Why thanks! I feel a lot better, too." She made a face, then scooted closer to Doug. "Say... uh... can we have lunch together? I want to talk to you... about some stuff... and it's easier to do that during lunch. Y'know, instead of in class."
Doug looked confused, almost hesitant at what Kitty was saying. "Oh, uh... sure Kitty. I generally eat outside, over by the gym. There's some shade and all. It's nice."
Kitty nodded, "Cool. I'll meet you there then." She smiled.
Doug smiled nervously back, still unsure. He logged into the computer and then class started up for them.
***
Kitty sat in the library for the second day in a row because of her injury. She didn't think she had to skip gym anymore, but it was best to be safe than sorry. It gave her time to work on her little pre-planned speech to her friend. 'This is a lot harder than it should be. Maybe it would be easier if like... I didn't really know him?' She idly worked on her homework for another class until the bell rang. She headed out to the cafeteria, grabbing a tray of food, before moving over to the table where she usually sits. Jean and Scott were already there.
"Hey guys, I am meeting someone for lunch over there." She pointed, "So I'll like see you after school, 'kay?" Kitty smiled.
"Have fun." Scott commented to Kitty as she left.
Kitty took in a breath and headed back over toward the gym area with her tray. She noticed Doug was sat down on the ground under a tree in a little patch of grass that sometimes schools have set up for beautification of the landscape. She walked over and smiled down at Doug, "Hey there stranger." She sat down and placed book bag down, then her tray beside her.
"So uh... what's up?" He took a sandwich out of a bag, taking a bite.
Kitty looked around to make sure no one was near. It was a pretty vacant area, actually. Most of the students stick around the main eating areas, but it's an open campus. People could leave and come back if they pleased. She took a deep breath then asked, "Remember the other day, when I had you look at that thing on my computer?"
"Yeah, I remember. Had some odd encoded files. Was it a project?" He asked, mildly curious.
"Aah... kinda." She started on her own lunch, "So like, let's say a friend of mine showed me something that I shouldn't have seen... and like... I want to act on what I saw because of someone in my life might be in trouble. I should do something, right?"
"Of course. If someone is in trouble you should help them out."
"But what if they don't KNOW they're in trouble, and they might think I'm crazy?" She added.
"I suppose it's a risk you'd need to take, if it's really that important." He shrugged and took a drink of his soda.
Kitty nodded, then said, "Okay, Doug? You're in trouble. Big time."
Doug almost spit out his drink, "Excuse me?!" He wiped his mouth with a napkin.
"Uhh... you mentioned you were doing some part-time work? I think that's part of it. Some organization is trying to find out something about you... and uh... once they find out for sure your life will be in danger." Kitty tried her best to sound serious.
Doug raised an eyebrow, then asked, "What do you know? Sounds like you're trying to scare me."
"I'm not, it's not a joke. Trust me." She thought about her original speech. "You've got an amazing gift. We all do. Just yours kinda... came along 'cause of genetics. Just like me, I guess. Well, not exactly like me, but it's there."
"I... really don't know what you're talking about now. I'm just a smart kid." He seemed uncomfortable.
Kitty sighed, she felt she screwed up. "Yah, okay, don't believe me. I know what I read. In case you forgot, I'm a mutant. I live at that school up the road. Got in trouble for that some time ago. What those files said is that you potentially were, too. They're using you, and then they're going to hurt you. Badly. I just didn't want to see my friend get hurt. I couldn't sit back and let someone else be a victim again." She re-slung her bag over her shoulder, then picked up her tray. "Maybe the Professor was right. I'm SO not cut out for this..."
Doug reached up and grabbed her arm, "Kitty! Wait... stay? Don't go. You just startled me. I don't know what to say."
"Look, you don't have to say anything. Here." She pulled a card from her pocket and handed it to him, "I just want you to have this and think about things. I only ask that whatever you decide, you need to get out of whatever it is you're involved in. Just say you're done and be over with it. It's not good. Okay? I'm going to head back over to my table. I have some stuff to catch up with... and I think I overstayed myself this time."
"You didn't overstay. Sorry..." He looked over the card, "I'll think about it. You're right though, I'll drop the job. Oh, and Kitty? Thanks."
"Yeah, anytime. I'll call you later." Kitty nodded and headed back toward the main quad area.
***
Kitty tapped away at her laptop, looking as though she was coding something in a window. She sat on the downstairs couch of the institute tv room. She typed away at the code for a little bit, the television on in the backround. Kurt, as he usually does, suddenly bamfed in to the room behind where Kitty was working.
"More homework? I thought you were caught up." Kurt asked politely. He climbed over the couch to sit at the other end, his tail grabbed the remote and he started to flip channels.
"Nope, not homework. Personal project." She noted out loud. "No trainin' session with Logan or anything?"
"He's out with the new mutants today. Me, I'm stuck with kitchen duty."
"Forget saving the world, Kurt-The-Chef is far more important." She smiled.
"I even have a 'Kiss the Chef, I'm German' apron." He grinned.
Kitty laughed, "You'll make an impression on all the ladies with that one."
"Of course! Who could resist a fuzzy chef?" Kurt leaned back confidently.
"Not many." Kitty kept working away at her computer.
Kurt noticed how intent Kitty had been working, "Some personal project. You're typing up a storm over there."
"It's a little tough for me. I might have a little help to see if it works right." She sounded about as vague as she could.
"Ah... well... I'm not so good with computers." He tried to get any attention off of potentially him helping.
"No fuzzy, don't worry. Someone who KNOWS what this stuff is about." She grinned, "I wasn't about to volunteer you for it. It's like asking you for Spanish homework help. It doesn't work that way."
"Hey! I'm a good study partner." He pretended to be offended.
"Yeah sure, Kurt." Kitty reached over to take a sip of a drink she'd been nursing, "I'm not dissing your abilities, just sayin' I know better than to ask you about something you don't know anything about."
"Seemed like an insult to me." He pouted, "I think I'll live."
"You'd better." She wagged a finger at him and then went back to typing on her computer.
Kurt put on some show and started to watch, interested. Kitty worked for another half hour before finally finishing. She saved and closed the computer, then nudged Kurt, "It's about time you started on dinner with Mr. McCoy, huh? I've gotta make a call upstairs. I'll see you at dinner."
"Ja. Have fun."
"Oh, you too."
Kitty walked upstairs to her bedroom, plugging in her computer to the ethernet connection near her desk. She picked up the phone and dialed the familiar number of Douglas Ramsey.
*Ring* *Ring* *Ring*
"Hello, Ramsey Residence."
"Yes, May I speak to Doug please?" Kitty fidgeted a little, rebooting up her computer and drafting a quick email.
"Sure, I'll get him." said the voice.
A small pause, then, "Hello?" asked Doug.
"Hey Doug, it's Kitty. I have a favor to ask." She sounded a little urgent.
"Sure... what's up?" He replied.
"Got an e-mail address? I want you to look over a program I just did, and maybe tweak it so it does exactly what I want it to do. I'm typing up an e-mail right now for you, explaining what I want it to do and if you can make sure I got all my code right. I'm not a total slouch when it comes to this stuff, but... I'm not exactly a genius like I am in other subjects, right."
Doug laughed, "Sure, Kitty. Lemme log in real quick." He paused, then gave Kitty his e-mail address. "Let me know when you send it."
"Okay... and... it's sent. Don't execute it, just look at the code. Very important stuff here." She leaned back in her chair. "Uh... sorry about lunch today. I must have totally dampened your mood, huh?"
"Naw, it's okay. You're right. I am like you. The job tried to convince me to stay on, because they only wanted me for a week or two more. That made me realize that it was a very bad idea." Doug mentioned.
"Good for you! I mean... well, you know what I mean. Got the mail yet?" Kitty asked.
"Looking at it right now..." He paused over the phone, then said, "Are you SERIOUS? Kitty, this isn't very nice."
"Well, it's not supposed to be nice. Will the program do what I want it to do?" She asked.
"... well, sort of." Doug murmured, "This is dangerous. You know that, right?"
"Duh? Will you or will you not help me finish it?" Kitty asked, somewhat annoyed.
"I'll help, I'll help. But you have to tell me what it's going to be used for." He started typing away at his end. Kitty could hear the gentle tap of keyboard keys in the backround.
"Hmmm... let's say... small scale revenge. It's only going to go to someone who fully deserves it, trust me. So I did well?" She inquired.
"Didn't think you had it in you, to be honest. You always seem so nice..." He commented.
"Well, hang around Bobby Drake for a bit and you'll see what kind of trouble I have to avoid around here." She laughed a little bit, then sounded serious. "It's got to work perfectly. I'm counting on you."
"No problem. I've gotta eat dinner, but I'll send you the completed project when I'm done. Maybe in an hour or two."
"Roger, chief. I'll be online. Thanks Doug."
"No problem. I just hope never to piss YOU off."
Kitty laughed, "Night."
"Night."
***