Author's Note- Just another thanks to all the reviewers
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America
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Sometimes I wonder
How I'd ever make it through
Through this world without having you
I just wouldn't have a clue
Sometimes it seems like this world's closing in on me
And there's no way of breaking free
Then I see you reach out for me
-Uncle Sam
~*~
The next morning
"Pryde, I'm `appy t' be goin' with you but why do we have t' be up this bloody early?" Pete asked yawning as he started the Jeep. Betsy walked over jumping in the back.
"Because, I, like, want to get there before night," Kitty told him. Sighing, Pete pulled out. Soon they made it to the plane and Kitty got it into the air. Betsy sat in the back taking a nap with Lockheed curled up next to her while Kitty and Pete sat in the cockpit.
They had flown in silence for almost an hour when Pete spoke. "Hey, luv, ever hear of the mile-high club?"
Kitty coughed to hide her laugh. "Pete, for starters these seats wouldn't exactly be comfortable."
"Jest fer me," he said.
Kitty knew that that was true but she wasn't beaten. "Secondly, someone needs to fly the plane."
He smirked at that. "You explained the different gadgets t' me, Pryde. I know ya `ave auto-pilot."
Kitty relied on her last line of defense although she really didn't mind what he was suggesting. "Third, Betsy is in the back."
Pete grinned mischievously that fact. "Right, asleep." He hit one of the buttons she had showed him and a wall came down between the cockpit and the back. "See, luv? Now we `ave privacy."
"Perverted old git," Kitty giggled engaging autopilot and going over to him straddling his legs.
Later
The two were startled out of the afterglow at an announcement from the radio. "Chat?" the voice asked. Kitty slipped her clothes back on before sitting back in the pilot's seat.
"Hey, Rem," she said looking down and seeing that they were approaching the camp. "We have two visitors."
"Welcome home, Kit," Rogue said over the radio as Kitty finally touched down. Kitty hit a button which lifted the wall to reveal Betsy who wore a knowing smirk as she sat with Lockheed wrapped around her neck.
"We're here," Kitty said trying to mask her embarrassment. Rogue came over to greet them. She and Kitty hugged.
"Ah missed ya, sugah," she said. Remy walked over hugging her too before he saw Pete. His eyebrows shot up.
"Wait," he said holding up a hand. "*Him*?"
Pete smirked leaning against the plane regarding the Cajun. "Nice t' see you too, Lebeau."
Remy looked at Pete closely before smirking a little himself. "Nice ta see you again."
"You two know each other?" Rogue asked.
"Oui," Remy said. "C'est bâtard tried ta kill Remy."
"Hey, you started it," Pete protested.
"Not that this isn't entertaining," Betsy said. "But could we please go inside now?"
"I completely forgot to introduce all of you!" Kitty said. "Guys, this is Betsy Braddock and Pete Wisdom. That's Rogue and Remy LeBeau." Remy gallantly swooped down to kiss the woman's hand. Betsy merely raised her eyebrows at this. Rogue led them to their cabin where everyone sat down.
"Mon ami," Remy said standing. "Remy wants to talk to you." Knowing what was coming Pete rolled his eyes and stood following Remy into the next room. The two lit up cigarettes before Remy spoke. "La petite chat is like a sister to ma chére. Dat makes her family. We're amis, non?"
"Yeah," Pete said shrugging.
"Hurt her and Remy will forget that. If you break la chat's heart Remy will break yo' face. Understand?"
Pete looked slightly annoyed now as he took a drag off of his cigarette. "I `ave no intention t' hurt Pryde."
"Bon, den we have no problem." The two put out their cigarettes out and walked back into the living room where the others sat. Pete sat next to Kitty pulling the petite brunette into his arms.
"Do you mind if I go look around?" Betsy asked.
"Do you want a tour?" Kitty asked.
"That's all right," Betsy smiled. "I'll be back in a while." She left the cabin walking through the trees around the cabins. She was walking through some bushes when her skirt got caught. She pulled on it hard and it ripped causing her to fall backwards down a hill. She ended up on top of a very surprised man. "Uh, hello."
"Who are you?" he asked looking into the most beautiful face that he had ever seen.
"Betsy," she said softly standing and helping him up.
"I'm Warren," he said. He started to say something else but his words were loss at her gaze upon his wings. He looked away feeling ashamed.
"They're beautiful," she murmured reaching out a hand to touch them before catching herself. "Sorry."
"Don't be," Warren said still surprised by her words. "If you, um, want to touch them-" Tentatively, Betsy reached out running her hands over the soft feathers.
"They're very soft," she smiled.
Warren felt a blush tint his cheeks. "Thank you."
"Can you fly?" she asked.
"The only perk that I've found of my mutation." He smiled. "Would you like to fly with me?"
Betsy smiled widely. "Yes." Warren scooped her into his arms and spread is wings flapping them so that he took off. She wrapped her arms around his neck clinging to him as he soared all over the camp pointing out all of the tents and telling her who lived their. His words barely registered with Betsy who was too busy looking into Warren's deep blue eyes. Finally he landed in front of Remy's cabin. "That was fun. Thank you."
"No, I should thank you. No one has ever called them beautiful before."
"Well, everyone else is blind then," Betsy said lifting her chin. Warren smiled down at her before lowering his head and kissing her on the cheek.
"I'll see you tomorrow," he said and took off again. Betsy watched him still smiling before going into the cabin.
~*~
America
~*~
Sometimes I wonder
How I'd ever make it through
Through this world without having you
I just wouldn't have a clue
Sometimes it seems like this world's closing in on me
And there's no way of breaking free
Then I see you reach out for me
-Uncle Sam
~*~
The next morning
"Pryde, I'm `appy t' be goin' with you but why do we have t' be up this bloody early?" Pete asked yawning as he started the Jeep. Betsy walked over jumping in the back.
"Because, I, like, want to get there before night," Kitty told him. Sighing, Pete pulled out. Soon they made it to the plane and Kitty got it into the air. Betsy sat in the back taking a nap with Lockheed curled up next to her while Kitty and Pete sat in the cockpit.
They had flown in silence for almost an hour when Pete spoke. "Hey, luv, ever hear of the mile-high club?"
Kitty coughed to hide her laugh. "Pete, for starters these seats wouldn't exactly be comfortable."
"Jest fer me," he said.
Kitty knew that that was true but she wasn't beaten. "Secondly, someone needs to fly the plane."
He smirked at that. "You explained the different gadgets t' me, Pryde. I know ya `ave auto-pilot."
Kitty relied on her last line of defense although she really didn't mind what he was suggesting. "Third, Betsy is in the back."
Pete grinned mischievously that fact. "Right, asleep." He hit one of the buttons she had showed him and a wall came down between the cockpit and the back. "See, luv? Now we `ave privacy."
"Perverted old git," Kitty giggled engaging autopilot and going over to him straddling his legs.
Later
The two were startled out of the afterglow at an announcement from the radio. "Chat?" the voice asked. Kitty slipped her clothes back on before sitting back in the pilot's seat.
"Hey, Rem," she said looking down and seeing that they were approaching the camp. "We have two visitors."
"Welcome home, Kit," Rogue said over the radio as Kitty finally touched down. Kitty hit a button which lifted the wall to reveal Betsy who wore a knowing smirk as she sat with Lockheed wrapped around her neck.
"We're here," Kitty said trying to mask her embarrassment. Rogue came over to greet them. She and Kitty hugged.
"Ah missed ya, sugah," she said. Remy walked over hugging her too before he saw Pete. His eyebrows shot up.
"Wait," he said holding up a hand. "*Him*?"
Pete smirked leaning against the plane regarding the Cajun. "Nice t' see you too, Lebeau."
Remy looked at Pete closely before smirking a little himself. "Nice ta see you again."
"You two know each other?" Rogue asked.
"Oui," Remy said. "C'est bâtard tried ta kill Remy."
"Hey, you started it," Pete protested.
"Not that this isn't entertaining," Betsy said. "But could we please go inside now?"
"I completely forgot to introduce all of you!" Kitty said. "Guys, this is Betsy Braddock and Pete Wisdom. That's Rogue and Remy LeBeau." Remy gallantly swooped down to kiss the woman's hand. Betsy merely raised her eyebrows at this. Rogue led them to their cabin where everyone sat down.
"Mon ami," Remy said standing. "Remy wants to talk to you." Knowing what was coming Pete rolled his eyes and stood following Remy into the next room. The two lit up cigarettes before Remy spoke. "La petite chat is like a sister to ma chére. Dat makes her family. We're amis, non?"
"Yeah," Pete said shrugging.
"Hurt her and Remy will forget that. If you break la chat's heart Remy will break yo' face. Understand?"
Pete looked slightly annoyed now as he took a drag off of his cigarette. "I `ave no intention t' hurt Pryde."
"Bon, den we have no problem." The two put out their cigarettes out and walked back into the living room where the others sat. Pete sat next to Kitty pulling the petite brunette into his arms.
"Do you mind if I go look around?" Betsy asked.
"Do you want a tour?" Kitty asked.
"That's all right," Betsy smiled. "I'll be back in a while." She left the cabin walking through the trees around the cabins. She was walking through some bushes when her skirt got caught. She pulled on it hard and it ripped causing her to fall backwards down a hill. She ended up on top of a very surprised man. "Uh, hello."
"Who are you?" he asked looking into the most beautiful face that he had ever seen.
"Betsy," she said softly standing and helping him up.
"I'm Warren," he said. He started to say something else but his words were loss at her gaze upon his wings. He looked away feeling ashamed.
"They're beautiful," she murmured reaching out a hand to touch them before catching herself. "Sorry."
"Don't be," Warren said still surprised by her words. "If you, um, want to touch them-" Tentatively, Betsy reached out running her hands over the soft feathers.
"They're very soft," she smiled.
Warren felt a blush tint his cheeks. "Thank you."
"Can you fly?" she asked.
"The only perk that I've found of my mutation." He smiled. "Would you like to fly with me?"
Betsy smiled widely. "Yes." Warren scooped her into his arms and spread is wings flapping them so that he took off. She wrapped her arms around his neck clinging to him as he soared all over the camp pointing out all of the tents and telling her who lived their. His words barely registered with Betsy who was too busy looking into Warren's deep blue eyes. Finally he landed in front of Remy's cabin. "That was fun. Thank you."
"No, I should thank you. No one has ever called them beautiful before."
"Well, everyone else is blind then," Betsy said lifting her chin. Warren smiled down at her before lowering his head and kissing her on the cheek.
"I'll see you tomorrow," he said and took off again. Betsy watched him still smiling before going into the cabin.