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~*~

I might not be a savior

And I'll never be a king

I might not send you roses

Or buy you diamond rings

But if I could see inside you

Maybe I'd know just who we are

'Cause our love is like a hunger

Without it we would starve

-Bon Jovi

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"You love me?" Kitty asked obviously still surprised as she pulled away from his lips.

"Yeah, I `ave fer a while now," Pete told her. "Just took me a while ta admit it. `Ow long do I `ave ta stay `ere?"

"Just a few days."

"Joy." Logan came in with Hank.

"Ah, good, you've awaken. How do you feel?"

Pete raised one eyebrow. "Like a couple tons of steal hit me," he said dryly. "Oh, look, that happened."

"Ever hear of abusing sarcasm?" Kitty asked raising an eyebrow.

"Bite me, Pryde," he murmured as he sat up so Hank could check his vitals. He winced.

"Serves you right," Kitty said sticking her tongue out at him.

"`At `urts, luv," he smiled. He turned to Hank who was smiling at the banter between the two. "When can I leave?"

"Two days of bed rest," Hank said.

"Right," Pete said.

"Kitty," Logan said catching the younger girl's attention, "why don't you go see Ororo, you haven't seen her yet?"

Kitty turned to Logan crossing her arms. "Why don't you just say: 'leave so I can talk to him'?"

"Okay, half-pint. Leave so I can talk to him."

"See? That, like, wasn't too hard, was it?" She kissed Pete on the cheek. "I'll be right back," she promised him. Kitty and Hank then left which left Logan and Pete alone in the tent.

"I'll be blunt. Hurt her and you die."

"That *was* blunt. I got an actual speech from the Cajun."

"Gumbo's lookin' out for my girls, good."

"Ya might say that," Pete smirked.

Logan shook his head glaring at the injured man before him. "I really don't wanna think about that. Understand, runt?"

"Runt?" Pete asked sitting up straighter.

Logan smirked at his reaction. "Hey, it fits. Just take care of the kid, understand?"

"I will," Pete promised. "Giant metal Russians couldn't keep me away from her, mate."

Logan smiled wryly. "Good answer. What happened anyhow?"

"He was pissed." Pete's eyes got wide as he thought about something. "He didn't touch Pryde did he? He didn't hurt her?"

"Nah, Kitty was trained better then ta go up ta him corporal." Pete's eyebrows shot up hearing the feral man use a word that many of the X-Men would have sworn that he didn't know. "He did try but she phased through."

"He dies," Pete growled.

"No," Logan said. "You can't do that. Kitty would kill ya fer one thing. Look, Petey needs ta pay, I'll give ya that, but don't do anything. Show `em that you can turn the other cheek."

"And why would I do that?"

"It'll piss Petey off if you look like the martyr for one, it'll make you look good for two."

Pete nodded. "Good point."

"And Kitty would want you to for three."

"All right, I won't kill the Russian. I can't stay there though."

"So don't."

"They're Kitty's family."

"Yeah, but you're the man she loves. I'm not sayin' have her cut all ties. Ya do that and-" SNIKT "understand?"

"Um... yeah."

"Good." He stood. "I'll send Kitty your way."

"Hey, mate, before ya go, got any cigarettes?"

"I don't smoke cigarettes," Logan said looking offended. He pulled out one of his cigars. "Want one?"

Now Pete looked offended. "No thanks." He looked at Logan hopefully. "Got any scotch?"

"No, lots of whiskey though."

"No taste at all," Pete muttered.

Logan merely smirked. "See ya, runt." He left. After a few minutes later Kitty came in with a middle-aged African-American woman.

"Hey, Pete," Kitty smiled.

"`Ey, luv," Pete said reaching out and taking her hand.

"This is Ms. Munroe."

"Nice t' meet you," Pete said.

"Likewise," the older woman didn't look pleased though, as she stared at him. "Kitty, may I speak to you?"

"Like, sure," Kitty said and followed her out of the tent. "What's up?"

"Kitty, that man has to be at least six years older than you."

/More than that,/ Kitty thought wryly. "Ms. Munroe, no one knows how old Logan is but I'm willing to bet that it's more than six years older than you."

"That is not the point!"

"So, it's okay for you but it's not for me?"

"I'm older than you."

"Well, yeah."

"What I mean, Kitty, is that I have more experience with relationships."

"Look, I appreciate you looking out for me but I can totally take care of myself, okay?"

"Very well," Ororo said. "I hope that for your sake, that you're right." With that the other woman left. Kitty sighed before walking back into the tent.

"What'd she want?" Pete asked.

"Apparently I'm too young to, like, know what I really want."

Pete blinked. "Huh?"

"Ms. Munroe seems to believe that I can't think for myself or something. I totally know what I want!"

Pete smiled up at her. "Do ya now?"

"Yes," Kitty said and leaned in to kiss him. "I want you."

"Mmm..." he broke the kiss smiling at her, "`at's good, `cause the feelin's mutual."