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Chapter 2
"She's waking up."
"Go slowly, she took a big hit."
"Vill she be alright?
"Yes Kurt, she'll be fine."
I opened my eyes, immediately sucking in air through gritted teeth. A searing pain cut through out my side. I looked down to discover I was bandaged all up my middle.
"Kitty, are you feeling better?" The Professor asked.
I nodded, groggy. I attempted to sit up, but the wound punished me for it.
"Kitty, sit still. You need rest to recover." He said wheeling over to me. "Your doing quite well now, but you won't be able to leave your bed for a day or so."
"Oh man Kitty I can't believe the hit you took!" Kurt exclaimed, hands in the air.
I blushed. Great now the only person I ever wanted to impress was making fun of me.
"Kurt cut it out, she just woke up." Scott warned
"Heh, sorry." He grinned.
Xavier rolled to the doorway. "I want you all to let Kitty sleep now, and we are not finished training yet."
"Bye Kitty!" Kurt waved, Scott dragging him out of the room.
As they left, I felt emotions hit me. Anger, shame, stupidity. Though I knew none of this was my fault. I wasn't ever meant to go into the danger room. I was ever meant to come here. I shifted on the bed lying on my unwounded side. I hugged my body into a ball. Wishing I knew what was happening. Wishing for home.
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"Professor there is something wrong with Kitty..."
"Yes Storm I agree, though she's only been with us two weeks, I have felt a change."
"You don't think Mystique..."
"No, if Mystique were here Logan or I would know. But today, in the danger room, she was confused. Even after I instructed her on what to do. I'm concern with her control of her powers."
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When I woke up I was alone. The birds outside were tittering. Before opening my eyes I wished I were in my room, I could even imagine my mother making breakfast. I gave up that hope when all that there was to reveal was my injury was still sore. Though much better than before. How long was I asleep? I slowly got out of bed. I was never going into that god forsaken danger room again. While passing Kitty's reflection, I noticed I was in pajamas. I don't remember changing... I blushed, although this wasn't my body, I really wasn't comfortable with being naked around anyone. I stood by the mirror for a moment. After contemplating, I decided to explore the mansion. I needed to be able find my way around, and after noting the clock read 11:30, I didn't think anyone was downstairs.
A couple hours later, I had roughly mapped the mansion in my head. Well enough so I wouldn't get lost. But now I was very tired. I settled on the couch in the living room, breathing a little hard. I checked out my side, making sure the bandage was still secure. It was.
*Boom*
A door slammed open nearby, and a growl came from the same direction. Wolverine. To exhausted to care, I made no effort to get up. He approached the room, nose clearly informing him of my presence.
"Kid you should be in bed." He half growled
'He's trying to be tough and nice', I thought bemused; until my teeth clenched in pain. Alright maybe I wasn't better yet.
Wolverine sighed, "I'm taking you upstairs."
"No I'm fine, I don't need to go upstairs." I stated, grimacing.
He cocked his eyebrow, "You realize you've gone through a sentence without saying 'like'?"
Was Wolverine making fun of me?
"Well *like*, you know, I was trying something different... so um... *like* whatever!"
What can I say, I've never been good at talking like a valley girl...
"Okay... but your still gettin' back in bed."
Wolverine leaned over and began to picked me up.
"Wolverine, stop I---" My protests were cut short by a stabbing pain.
"Quit strugglin' kid."
Okay that 'kid' thing was starting to annoy me.
"Stop calling me 'kid'."
By then we were half way up the stairs, he stopped cocking his head much like his eyebrow from before.
"What do you what me to call you?"
"Try 'Kitty'."
"Fine"
After we came upon my room, he kicked open the door, and carried me to the bed. Putting me down he told me if I needed anything I would have to wait an hour for Storm and the Professor to return.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"I'm going for a ride to..." He gritted his teeth, "Meet someone."
His anger made it obvious that he and Sabretooth were going to duke it out.
"Sabretooth, huh?"
He looked at me suprised... maybe angry.
"How do you know about him!?"
"Uhh...", I thought for a moment, "Scott discussed it."
His anger seemed to fade and he said, "Your vocabulary seems to be expanding."
"*Like* shut up."
He laughed smirking at my wit. Would knew Wolverine could be funny?
"I'm off."
I looked at him and said "Don't go."
"Kid I gotta."
"Kit-ty" I corrected.
"Fine, Kid -dy, I have to go."
That he walked to the door, then, before leaving, turned his head and said
"Get better, you need to train soon."
I fumed a little. How did Kitty put up with him? *whatever*
After being alone for a few moment I noticed a paper on the bed. I looked it over and realized it was a report of my wound, someone must have forgotten it. It wasn't very interesting. So rather than read it I slowly brought my fingers to it, trying to phase. I only tapped it. Again I tried. Nothing. Why wasn't this working??? I growled frustrated, threw the paper on the floor. With nothing left to do, I laid my head back, I closed my eyes to rest.
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Chapter 2
"She's waking up."
"Go slowly, she took a big hit."
"Vill she be alright?
"Yes Kurt, she'll be fine."
I opened my eyes, immediately sucking in air through gritted teeth. A searing pain cut through out my side. I looked down to discover I was bandaged all up my middle.
"Kitty, are you feeling better?" The Professor asked.
I nodded, groggy. I attempted to sit up, but the wound punished me for it.
"Kitty, sit still. You need rest to recover." He said wheeling over to me. "Your doing quite well now, but you won't be able to leave your bed for a day or so."
"Oh man Kitty I can't believe the hit you took!" Kurt exclaimed, hands in the air.
I blushed. Great now the only person I ever wanted to impress was making fun of me.
"Kurt cut it out, she just woke up." Scott warned
"Heh, sorry." He grinned.
Xavier rolled to the doorway. "I want you all to let Kitty sleep now, and we are not finished training yet."
"Bye Kitty!" Kurt waved, Scott dragging him out of the room.
As they left, I felt emotions hit me. Anger, shame, stupidity. Though I knew none of this was my fault. I wasn't ever meant to go into the danger room. I was ever meant to come here. I shifted on the bed lying on my unwounded side. I hugged my body into a ball. Wishing I knew what was happening. Wishing for home.
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"Professor there is something wrong with Kitty..."
"Yes Storm I agree, though she's only been with us two weeks, I have felt a change."
"You don't think Mystique..."
"No, if Mystique were here Logan or I would know. But today, in the danger room, she was confused. Even after I instructed her on what to do. I'm concern with her control of her powers."
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When I woke up I was alone. The birds outside were tittering. Before opening my eyes I wished I were in my room, I could even imagine my mother making breakfast. I gave up that hope when all that there was to reveal was my injury was still sore. Though much better than before. How long was I asleep? I slowly got out of bed. I was never going into that god forsaken danger room again. While passing Kitty's reflection, I noticed I was in pajamas. I don't remember changing... I blushed, although this wasn't my body, I really wasn't comfortable with being naked around anyone. I stood by the mirror for a moment. After contemplating, I decided to explore the mansion. I needed to be able find my way around, and after noting the clock read 11:30, I didn't think anyone was downstairs.
A couple hours later, I had roughly mapped the mansion in my head. Well enough so I wouldn't get lost. But now I was very tired. I settled on the couch in the living room, breathing a little hard. I checked out my side, making sure the bandage was still secure. It was.
*Boom*
A door slammed open nearby, and a growl came from the same direction. Wolverine. To exhausted to care, I made no effort to get up. He approached the room, nose clearly informing him of my presence.
"Kid you should be in bed." He half growled
'He's trying to be tough and nice', I thought bemused; until my teeth clenched in pain. Alright maybe I wasn't better yet.
Wolverine sighed, "I'm taking you upstairs."
"No I'm fine, I don't need to go upstairs." I stated, grimacing.
He cocked his eyebrow, "You realize you've gone through a sentence without saying 'like'?"
Was Wolverine making fun of me?
"Well *like*, you know, I was trying something different... so um... *like* whatever!"
What can I say, I've never been good at talking like a valley girl...
"Okay... but your still gettin' back in bed."
Wolverine leaned over and began to picked me up.
"Wolverine, stop I---" My protests were cut short by a stabbing pain.
"Quit strugglin' kid."
Okay that 'kid' thing was starting to annoy me.
"Stop calling me 'kid'."
By then we were half way up the stairs, he stopped cocking his head much like his eyebrow from before.
"What do you what me to call you?"
"Try 'Kitty'."
"Fine"
After we came upon my room, he kicked open the door, and carried me to the bed. Putting me down he told me if I needed anything I would have to wait an hour for Storm and the Professor to return.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"I'm going for a ride to..." He gritted his teeth, "Meet someone."
His anger made it obvious that he and Sabretooth were going to duke it out.
"Sabretooth, huh?"
He looked at me suprised... maybe angry.
"How do you know about him!?"
"Uhh...", I thought for a moment, "Scott discussed it."
His anger seemed to fade and he said, "Your vocabulary seems to be expanding."
"*Like* shut up."
He laughed smirking at my wit. Would knew Wolverine could be funny?
"I'm off."
I looked at him and said "Don't go."
"Kid I gotta."
"Kit-ty" I corrected.
"Fine, Kid -dy, I have to go."
That he walked to the door, then, before leaving, turned his head and said
"Get better, you need to train soon."
I fumed a little. How did Kitty put up with him? *whatever*
After being alone for a few moment I noticed a paper on the bed. I looked it over and realized it was a report of my wound, someone must have forgotten it. It wasn't very interesting. So rather than read it I slowly brought my fingers to it, trying to phase. I only tapped it. Again I tried. Nothing. Why wasn't this working??? I growled frustrated, threw the paper on the floor. With nothing left to do, I laid my head back, I closed my eyes to rest.
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