Waking Up
~*~
With an ironclad fist I wake up and
French kiss the morning
While some marching band keeps its own beat in my head
While we're talking
About all of the things that I long to believe
About love and the truth and
What you mean to me
And the truth is baby you're all that I need
-Bon Jovi
~*~
An hour later
Hank came out of the tent looking a little grave. "Mr. McCoy!" Kitty said jumping up. "How is he?"
"Honestly, Katherine, I won't know until tomorrow morning," Hank told her. "He has sustained a lot of injuries, many of them internal. If he makes it through the night his chances will be far greater."
"Can I sit with him?" Kitty asked.
"Katherine, you've been through a major ordeal," Hank said. "You should probably get some rest."
"Mr. McCoy, I either sit in there or out here, it's totally up to you."
"Very well. Follow me, I'll find you a chair." The two walked into the tent and Kitty sat down in the chair Mr. McCoy brought. She took Pete's hand tightly in her own wincing at the bruises already forming on his body.
Tears began to roll down her cheeks once more. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She laid her head on the side of the bed still clutching his hand and cried herself to sleep. When she awoke the next morning she had been moved to a bed, next to Pete's. She sat up and noticed that she still held his hand tightly in her own.
"Katherine," Mr. McCoy greeted as he walked into the tent. "I'm pleased to tell you that as far as I can see your Mr. Wisdom shall make a complete recovery."
Kitty sighed with relief. "Thanks, Mr. McCoy."
"Now, care to tell me what happened?" Hank sat down in the chair and faced the younger girl. Kitty sighed and relayed the story. Hank shook his head at the end. "I find this whole thing hard to believe," he admitted. "Peter always seemed so... together."
"I know," Kitty said. "But believe me, yesterday he wasn't."
"Yes, apparently." Hank stood to check Pete's vitals again.
"When do you think he'll, like, wake up?"
"I honestly do not know. The longer he is not conscious the larger chance there is for brain damage." Kitty nodded tightly squeezing the hand she still held. Hank left after a few more moments and coercing a promise from Kitty that she'd eat something soon. Kitty looked down at Pete and ran a hand gently through his black hair.
"You're going to be okay," she promised him. Jubilee came in.
"Hey, Kitty," the younger girl said. "Logan told me to watch him so you could get something to eat, and walk around a little."
"Thanks," Kitty said and slid off of the bed. "I'll be right back."
"Don't rush," Jubilee said. "I'll be here whenever you're done." Kitty left and went to Logan who showed her where the kitchen was. She had an apple before starting back. Logan caught up with her.
"What are ya gonna do when ya get back?" he asked.
"Depends," Kitty said. "If Pete makes it, nothing."
"If he doesn't?"
"I'll kill him."
"C'mon, kid," Logan said gently grabbing Kitty's arm. "You need to work through some of this anger." He drug her to a clear area. "This is a once in a lifetime chance. Hit me."
"What?"
"Hit me, as hard as you can. I won't try to block it."
"And, like, why would you want me to do that?"
"Because, kid you really need to get some of your frustrations out. So..." Kitty shrugged and threw a hard right hook catching Logan square in the jaw. "Been training?" he asked massaging his jaw.
"Some."
"Tell me something. How would you killing him be any better than what he did to your boy?"
"It wouldn't. There is a difference though."
"What's that?"
"*I* have a reason."
"Now we spar," he said and threw a kick. Kitty ducked sweeping down low to kick his legs out from under him. He jumped so the kick missed. This went on for some time until Logan pinned her. "Go ahead back," he said helping her up.
"Thanks, Logan," Kitty said. She then walked back to the tent and Jubilee left. She looked down at Pete who was still unconscious. She took his hand. "Pete, you have to wake up. If you stay like this much longer you might never. Please, I need you here. I... love you." She broke down in tears clutching his hand tightly in her own. Suddenly she felt an answering weight on her hand. Her eyes widened and she looked down to meet Pete's intense gaze.
"`Ey there, luv."
"Pete!" She covered his face in gently kisses whispering about how sorry she was and how much she loved him.
"Kit, darlin'," Pete said reaching out to gently push her away. "What are you sorry about?"
"This was all my fault. If it weren't for me-"
"Listen here, you little idiot, the Russian using me as a punching bag was not your fault. You tried to stop him."
"I know, but-"
"Now, shut up, give me a kiss." She smiled leaning over him and kissing him, pouring all her emotions into that simple kiss.
"How do you feel?"
He just gave her a look. "How do you think?"
"Sorry, stupid question."
"But, I feel everything, it hurts like hell so I know I feel it. `At's good at least. Did you mean what you said?"
"What?"
"Do you love me?"
Kitty smiled shyly. "With all my heart."
"Good, `cause I love you too." They kissed again.
~*~
With an ironclad fist I wake up and
French kiss the morning
While some marching band keeps its own beat in my head
While we're talking
About all of the things that I long to believe
About love and the truth and
What you mean to me
And the truth is baby you're all that I need
-Bon Jovi
~*~
An hour later
Hank came out of the tent looking a little grave. "Mr. McCoy!" Kitty said jumping up. "How is he?"
"Honestly, Katherine, I won't know until tomorrow morning," Hank told her. "He has sustained a lot of injuries, many of them internal. If he makes it through the night his chances will be far greater."
"Can I sit with him?" Kitty asked.
"Katherine, you've been through a major ordeal," Hank said. "You should probably get some rest."
"Mr. McCoy, I either sit in there or out here, it's totally up to you."
"Very well. Follow me, I'll find you a chair." The two walked into the tent and Kitty sat down in the chair Mr. McCoy brought. She took Pete's hand tightly in her own wincing at the bruises already forming on his body.
Tears began to roll down her cheeks once more. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She laid her head on the side of the bed still clutching his hand and cried herself to sleep. When she awoke the next morning she had been moved to a bed, next to Pete's. She sat up and noticed that she still held his hand tightly in her own.
"Katherine," Mr. McCoy greeted as he walked into the tent. "I'm pleased to tell you that as far as I can see your Mr. Wisdom shall make a complete recovery."
Kitty sighed with relief. "Thanks, Mr. McCoy."
"Now, care to tell me what happened?" Hank sat down in the chair and faced the younger girl. Kitty sighed and relayed the story. Hank shook his head at the end. "I find this whole thing hard to believe," he admitted. "Peter always seemed so... together."
"I know," Kitty said. "But believe me, yesterday he wasn't."
"Yes, apparently." Hank stood to check Pete's vitals again.
"When do you think he'll, like, wake up?"
"I honestly do not know. The longer he is not conscious the larger chance there is for brain damage." Kitty nodded tightly squeezing the hand she still held. Hank left after a few more moments and coercing a promise from Kitty that she'd eat something soon. Kitty looked down at Pete and ran a hand gently through his black hair.
"You're going to be okay," she promised him. Jubilee came in.
"Hey, Kitty," the younger girl said. "Logan told me to watch him so you could get something to eat, and walk around a little."
"Thanks," Kitty said and slid off of the bed. "I'll be right back."
"Don't rush," Jubilee said. "I'll be here whenever you're done." Kitty left and went to Logan who showed her where the kitchen was. She had an apple before starting back. Logan caught up with her.
"What are ya gonna do when ya get back?" he asked.
"Depends," Kitty said. "If Pete makes it, nothing."
"If he doesn't?"
"I'll kill him."
"C'mon, kid," Logan said gently grabbing Kitty's arm. "You need to work through some of this anger." He drug her to a clear area. "This is a once in a lifetime chance. Hit me."
"What?"
"Hit me, as hard as you can. I won't try to block it."
"And, like, why would you want me to do that?"
"Because, kid you really need to get some of your frustrations out. So..." Kitty shrugged and threw a hard right hook catching Logan square in the jaw. "Been training?" he asked massaging his jaw.
"Some."
"Tell me something. How would you killing him be any better than what he did to your boy?"
"It wouldn't. There is a difference though."
"What's that?"
"*I* have a reason."
"Now we spar," he said and threw a kick. Kitty ducked sweeping down low to kick his legs out from under him. He jumped so the kick missed. This went on for some time until Logan pinned her. "Go ahead back," he said helping her up.
"Thanks, Logan," Kitty said. She then walked back to the tent and Jubilee left. She looked down at Pete who was still unconscious. She took his hand. "Pete, you have to wake up. If you stay like this much longer you might never. Please, I need you here. I... love you." She broke down in tears clutching his hand tightly in her own. Suddenly she felt an answering weight on her hand. Her eyes widened and she looked down to meet Pete's intense gaze.
"`Ey there, luv."
"Pete!" She covered his face in gently kisses whispering about how sorry she was and how much she loved him.
"Kit, darlin'," Pete said reaching out to gently push her away. "What are you sorry about?"
"This was all my fault. If it weren't for me-"
"Listen here, you little idiot, the Russian using me as a punching bag was not your fault. You tried to stop him."
"I know, but-"
"Now, shut up, give me a kiss." She smiled leaning over him and kissing him, pouring all her emotions into that simple kiss.
"How do you feel?"
He just gave her a look. "How do you think?"
"Sorry, stupid question."
"But, I feel everything, it hurts like hell so I know I feel it. `At's good at least. Did you mean what you said?"
"What?"
"Do you love me?"
Kitty smiled shyly. "With all my heart."
"Good, `cause I love you too." They kissed again.