Author's Note- Thanks to everyone who has reviewed.
Honeybug17- ya know, that's just what I thought when I first started reading fanfic with their pairing.
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Tension Builds
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Forgotten but not gone
You drink it off your mind
You talk about the world
Like it's someplace that you've been
-Goo Goo Dolls
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The next morning
Kitty awoke feeling her shirt being unbuttoned. She recoiled in shock and opened her mouth to scream. A hand was clamped over her mouth so she couldn't make a sound. "`Ow many times do I `ave t' tell ya t' not talk?" Pete's gruff voice demanded. He pulled his hand away and started to continue unbuttoning her shirt. She tried to move away but he grabbed her arm. "Listen, stupid twit, I'm just goin' t' change yer bandages." She nodded briefly and he continued. A few minutes later he had changed the bandages and was re-buttoning her shirt.
"Have you called them?" she wrote.
"Fergot actually," he admitted. He took out his cell phone. He had her dial then waited until a voice came over the line.
"Hello," the voice said gruffly. Pete paused and groaned inwardly at the voice.
"Logan," he said in the same tone.
"Wisdom? Didn't expect to hear from you."
"I `ave somethin' that belongs to you."
Logan paused and when he spoke his voice had a faint growl in it letting Pete know that despite his words he knew perfectly well what Pete had. "And that is...?"
"A girl who goes by the name o' Kitty Pryde."
"And what exactly are you doing with her?"
"Nothin', mate," Pete assured him. "She was injured."
"I heard you over the intercom," Logan said. "What happened?"
"They killed Cully, I killed them. The bastards deserved it."
"How is the half-pint?"
"She's a pain in the arse quite `onestly." He pointedly ignored Kitty's annoyed glare.
Logan laughed. "Serves you right fer keepin' her from us. What happened to her?"
"She was poisoned, nearly had her throat ripped out and has a few more injuries from the explosion. All in all, she's great."
"Kurt told me he saw a guy kill the thing attackin' her, and get her out before the place blew up. Thank you."
"It was a job that needed doin', `at simple."
"Where are you?"
"Why?"
"We've been worried sick about the kid. We want to come get her."
"I'll take her to you when she's better."
"Listen Wisdom-"
"I'm not goin' t' die so you lot can `ave her back. I `ave me reasons, mate an' I'm not stupid."
"Let me talk to her."
"Can't," Pete said. "She's not allowed t' talk." Now the girl in question kicked him. He merely smirked at her.
"What?" Logan demanded.
"She's not supposed t' talk right now. Her throat was really torn up by that thing. Talkin' will only agitate the injury."
"Fine," Logan said. "Tell her that we'll see her soon."
"I will," Pete said.
"And, runt, take care of her or I will remove a very important part of your body."
Pete winced at that but when he spoke his voice was calm and cool. "Okay."
"I'll see you in a few days."
"Right, mate." He hung up.
"What'd he say?" Kitty wrote watching him eagerly.
"They miss ya," he said. "He told me t' tell you that they'd see ya soon."
"Thank you," she wrote after a few moments.
"No problem," he shrugged. "Get some sleep, Pryde."
"I'm not tired," she wrote looking up at him defiantly.
He grinned. "I do `ave tranquilizers, kid. You want me t' us `em?"
"Jerk." He laughed getting up and leaving the room. Kitty sighed leaning back. She soon dozed off.
The next evening
Pete came in with some soup sitting it on the tray. "Congratulations, Pryde, you can talk."
"Thank God," she said her voice still husky. She ate in silence before sitting the bowl and tray on the bedside table. Pete left to take them back. Carefully Kitty maneuvered herself to the end of the bed. Pete came back in to see her attempt to get up.
"What in the bloody `ell do you think you're doin'?"
"Getting up. Your sister said I had to, like, wait a day. It's been a day. So are you going to help me?" Sighing he went to her and slipped an arm around her shoulders. Together they walked into the living room. He gently pushed her so she was sitting on the couch.
"Great, now I can `ave me bed back," he said brightly.
"I feel kind of dizzy," she murmured.
"`At's what you get fer pushin' yerself t' hard."
"Whatever." She stretched out laying her head on one of the pillows on the couch.
"Move your head," he requested.
"I don't wanna." Rolling his eyes he sat down getting rid of the pillow so her head now rested on his lap. "Do you, um, think that I could, like, take a shower?"
"Shower, no. Bath, maybe. Do you want t' now?"
"Please," she whispered. He helped her back up and into the bathroom surprising her by running her water.
"Do ya need help undressin'?" he asked.
"No," she said.
"In that case I'll go get you some clothes." He left coming back with one of his shirts and a pair of underwear that was surprisingly her size. "Roma picked up some knickers and such fer you," he explained sitting the things down on the sink. "Yell if ya need me."
"I will," she promised. He walked out shutting the door behind him. Kitty carefully stripped off her clothes and got into the bath inhaling sharply as the hot water touched her sore skin. She sank into the water with a soft sigh. After a few moments she got out and painfully dried herself off before getting dressed.
Finding one of his ties on the floor she used it to tie his shirt so it was on tighter. Feeling slightly nervous she weakly started to walk out. Pete stood to intercept her. Much to her surprise he lifted her into his arms carrying her back into his bedroom. He pulled the shirt up slightly, undoing the tie, to change her bandages.
"`Ow do you feel?" he asked.
"A little better," she whispered.
"Good, now try t' sleep."
She sighed slightly exasperated. "I've slept on and off for the past few days. I'm not tired."
"Once again, do I `ave t' use tranquilizers?"
"Will you stop threatening me?"
He smiled. "No. I'm goin' t' go out fer a couple hours." Kitty sighed watching him walk away. She surprised herself by falling asleep quickly.
Honeybug17- ya know, that's just what I thought when I first started reading fanfic with their pairing.
~*~
Tension Builds
~*~
Forgotten but not gone
You drink it off your mind
You talk about the world
Like it's someplace that you've been
-Goo Goo Dolls
~*~
The next morning
Kitty awoke feeling her shirt being unbuttoned. She recoiled in shock and opened her mouth to scream. A hand was clamped over her mouth so she couldn't make a sound. "`Ow many times do I `ave t' tell ya t' not talk?" Pete's gruff voice demanded. He pulled his hand away and started to continue unbuttoning her shirt. She tried to move away but he grabbed her arm. "Listen, stupid twit, I'm just goin' t' change yer bandages." She nodded briefly and he continued. A few minutes later he had changed the bandages and was re-buttoning her shirt.
"Have you called them?" she wrote.
"Fergot actually," he admitted. He took out his cell phone. He had her dial then waited until a voice came over the line.
"Hello," the voice said gruffly. Pete paused and groaned inwardly at the voice.
"Logan," he said in the same tone.
"Wisdom? Didn't expect to hear from you."
"I `ave somethin' that belongs to you."
Logan paused and when he spoke his voice had a faint growl in it letting Pete know that despite his words he knew perfectly well what Pete had. "And that is...?"
"A girl who goes by the name o' Kitty Pryde."
"And what exactly are you doing with her?"
"Nothin', mate," Pete assured him. "She was injured."
"I heard you over the intercom," Logan said. "What happened?"
"They killed Cully, I killed them. The bastards deserved it."
"How is the half-pint?"
"She's a pain in the arse quite `onestly." He pointedly ignored Kitty's annoyed glare.
Logan laughed. "Serves you right fer keepin' her from us. What happened to her?"
"She was poisoned, nearly had her throat ripped out and has a few more injuries from the explosion. All in all, she's great."
"Kurt told me he saw a guy kill the thing attackin' her, and get her out before the place blew up. Thank you."
"It was a job that needed doin', `at simple."
"Where are you?"
"Why?"
"We've been worried sick about the kid. We want to come get her."
"I'll take her to you when she's better."
"Listen Wisdom-"
"I'm not goin' t' die so you lot can `ave her back. I `ave me reasons, mate an' I'm not stupid."
"Let me talk to her."
"Can't," Pete said. "She's not allowed t' talk." Now the girl in question kicked him. He merely smirked at her.
"What?" Logan demanded.
"She's not supposed t' talk right now. Her throat was really torn up by that thing. Talkin' will only agitate the injury."
"Fine," Logan said. "Tell her that we'll see her soon."
"I will," Pete said.
"And, runt, take care of her or I will remove a very important part of your body."
Pete winced at that but when he spoke his voice was calm and cool. "Okay."
"I'll see you in a few days."
"Right, mate." He hung up.
"What'd he say?" Kitty wrote watching him eagerly.
"They miss ya," he said. "He told me t' tell you that they'd see ya soon."
"Thank you," she wrote after a few moments.
"No problem," he shrugged. "Get some sleep, Pryde."
"I'm not tired," she wrote looking up at him defiantly.
He grinned. "I do `ave tranquilizers, kid. You want me t' us `em?"
"Jerk." He laughed getting up and leaving the room. Kitty sighed leaning back. She soon dozed off.
The next evening
Pete came in with some soup sitting it on the tray. "Congratulations, Pryde, you can talk."
"Thank God," she said her voice still husky. She ate in silence before sitting the bowl and tray on the bedside table. Pete left to take them back. Carefully Kitty maneuvered herself to the end of the bed. Pete came back in to see her attempt to get up.
"What in the bloody `ell do you think you're doin'?"
"Getting up. Your sister said I had to, like, wait a day. It's been a day. So are you going to help me?" Sighing he went to her and slipped an arm around her shoulders. Together they walked into the living room. He gently pushed her so she was sitting on the couch.
"Great, now I can `ave me bed back," he said brightly.
"I feel kind of dizzy," she murmured.
"`At's what you get fer pushin' yerself t' hard."
"Whatever." She stretched out laying her head on one of the pillows on the couch.
"Move your head," he requested.
"I don't wanna." Rolling his eyes he sat down getting rid of the pillow so her head now rested on his lap. "Do you, um, think that I could, like, take a shower?"
"Shower, no. Bath, maybe. Do you want t' now?"
"Please," she whispered. He helped her back up and into the bathroom surprising her by running her water.
"Do ya need help undressin'?" he asked.
"No," she said.
"In that case I'll go get you some clothes." He left coming back with one of his shirts and a pair of underwear that was surprisingly her size. "Roma picked up some knickers and such fer you," he explained sitting the things down on the sink. "Yell if ya need me."
"I will," she promised. He walked out shutting the door behind him. Kitty carefully stripped off her clothes and got into the bath inhaling sharply as the hot water touched her sore skin. She sank into the water with a soft sigh. After a few moments she got out and painfully dried herself off before getting dressed.
Finding one of his ties on the floor she used it to tie his shirt so it was on tighter. Feeling slightly nervous she weakly started to walk out. Pete stood to intercept her. Much to her surprise he lifted her into his arms carrying her back into his bedroom. He pulled the shirt up slightly, undoing the tie, to change her bandages.
"`Ow do you feel?" he asked.
"A little better," she whispered.
"Good, now try t' sleep."
She sighed slightly exasperated. "I've slept on and off for the past few days. I'm not tired."
"Once again, do I `ave t' use tranquilizers?"
"Will you stop threatening me?"
He smiled. "No. I'm goin' t' go out fer a couple hours." Kitty sighed watching him walk away. She surprised herself by falling asleep quickly.