The Tour
~*~
I have a smile stretched from ear to ear,
To see you walking down the road.
We meet at the lights I stare for a while,
The world around disappears.
Just you and me, on this island of hope,
A breath between us could be miles.
Let me surround you, my sea to your shore,
Let me be the calm you seek
-Sarah McLachlan
~*~
Pete pulled up to the mansion and got out silently cursing John. He walked to the door and knocked. A blond boy of medium height answered it. "Who'reyou?" he asked.
"Pardon?"
"Who are you?" he repeated speaking very slowly.
"Pete Wisdom," Pete said. "I'm here to pick Kitty up." That makes it sound like a date.
"Come in," the boy said. "Kitty-Cat's not back yet." Pete followed him into the living room. Remy looked up and gave a brief nod of greeting. "So you're taking Kitty out?"
"She's showing me around," Pete shrugged.
"And how do you two know each other?" another man with blondish-red hair and an Australian accent asked.
"We're friends," Pete said. /Sort of./
"Uh-huh," the first man said. "Exactly how good of friends?"
"Listen up, for starters, who in the `ell are you?" Pete said.
"That's Pietro," Remy said nodding towards the fast talking blond. "The Aussie is John."
"Guys we're home," Rogue called at the door. Remy stood walking out to meet her. Rogue smiled up at the Cajun and he kissed her slowly. "Mmm... that's one hell of a 'welcome home', sugah."
"Only the best for ma chere," he grinned.
"Oh,gagme," Pietro muttered.
Kitty looked at Pete surprised. "Am I late?"
"Yes," Pete said honestly. "John bailed. `E decided that he's rather go downtown and get drunk."
"And you didn't?" Kitty asked surprised once more.
"I `ad a better offer," he said looking at her seriously. He was pleased to see a slight blush tint her skin.
"Ready to go?"
"Been ready," he announced.
"Remember, Kit, meet us at the club at nine," Rogue said.
"Yeah, petite," Remy said. "You owe Remy a dance." Kitty smiled at the two as she and Pete left.
"Does that guy always talk like that?" Pete inquired.
"Remy? Yeah, he's different." Pete went ahead and opened her door for her, shutting it once she was inside. He got in on the other side trying to not admit to himself the incredible amount of nervousness he was feeling. He kept repeating to himself that he had done this many, many times and that she wasn't any different. He glanced over at her and quickly saw that she was just as nervous, the difference was, and she couldn't hide it as well.
"So, what do you want to show me, Pryde?" he asked.
"Honestly, I don't know," Kitty said flushing warmly. "I didn't think that far ahead."
Pete chuckled. "Okay."
"Just take us into town and pull over." He obeyed. They got out and started to walk down the street. At around seven they stopped at a small pub. He ordered a bottle of scotch and she got a coke. The two talked as they drank. Kitty smiled finding that she actually enjoyed just talking to him. He was rude, and very crude, but he was honest and he always listened to anything she said very carefully. When they left it was already nine. "Darn it," Kitty said. "I wanted to change before I left."
"'Darn it'?" Pete mocked grinning. She stuck her tongue out at him. "Why? You look fine," he asked as they walked back to his car.
"Yeah, but this is too warm to wear to a club." He pulled up in front of the club. "So are you coming in or just dropping me off?"
"Do you want me to go with you?" he asked.
"Like, sure," Kitty said unable to mask her nervousness.
"Pryde, you showin' me around that's one thing but this would be a date."
She looked down. "I know."
"You do realize that I'm twenty-seven."
"I figured you were somewhere around that."
"And this doesn' bother you?"
"No." He smiled taking off the jacket to his suit then his tie.
"In that case-" He got out and opened her door for her. "Accompany me in?" She smiled brightly standing and taking his arm leading him inside. The others were waiting in the front.
"You, my dear, are late," Pietro scolded.
"Did you get sidetracked?" Rogue asked grinning as she looked at the man beside Kitty.
"Let's find a table," Kitty said glaring at her friend. The group walked over to a table. Pietro immediately left to walk out onto the dance floor. He was soon dancing with three girls.
"Remy has to give Mags' boy one ting," Remy said. "He's good."
"Damn him," John said.
"Down worry, Johnny," Kitty said. "You'll find someone."
"How about you, luv?" John asked. Pete looked at him and pointedly laid a hand over Kitty's arm. Rogue and Remy exchanged amused glances.
"Chat," Remy said extending a hand. "Tu veux danser?"
"Oui," she smiled placing her hand in his. They walked onto the dance floor. Remy drew her close.
"You still tink le homme doesn' like you?" Remy inquired.
"I don't know," Kitty said. "He seems to but..."
"But...?"
"What does he want?"
Remy looked down at her grinning. "Do you actually have to ask dat?"
"Remy!"
"What? Remy is male, petite chat, he knows how les hommes tink."
"Yeah but-"
"Mais, Remy is sure le homme knows better den to try to use you. Mes amis et moi would kick his ass."
"Thanks," Kitty said smiling up at him.
"Besides, chat, you need to move on."
"What do you mean?"
"Lance."
"Oh... Rem, I still care about him."
"Petite, you never forget your first amour. Mais, Monsieur Alvers has moved on, you need to."
"Yeah," Kitty whispered laying her head on his chest briefly as they swayed together.
"So," he stepped back as the song ended and handed her something, "Do Remy a favor and keep this on you."
Kitty looked down and stuffed it in her pocket blushing. "It's not necessary."
"Peut-etre, mais if you do need it-"
Kitty rolled her eyes. "Fine."
"Merci." They walked back to the table and Remy took Rogue's hand dragging her back up with him.
"Where's John?" Kitty asked noticing the absence of the Australian.
"Over there," Pete said pointing. Kitty turned seeing John chatting with three women.
"Go John," she smiled.
"Do you, um, want t' dance?" he asked surprising himself by stumbling over the words.
Kitty smiled standing. "I was, like, waiting for you to ask." They walked out to where the others were dancing as a slow song began. Pete slowly pulled her into his arms. She laid her head on his chest loosely draping her arms around his neck. He smiled wrapping his arms around her waist pulling her as close as he could as they moved together.
~*~
"I never went to college
I don't have a degree
Let's say I went to night school
I learned all I know on the streets
I wasn't born a rich man
I ain't got no pedigree
The sweat on this old collar
That's my Ph.D."
~*~
"You're pretty good," Kitty smiled up at him.
"You're not bad yerself, luv," he murmured nuzzling her neck. He felt her shiver and chuckled.
~*~
"It comes down to this
I wouldn't exist
Without you it ain't worth the grind
I'd fight for one kiss
On a night like this
You make me feel I could fly"
~*~
Kitty sighed against his chest as one of his hands moved restlessly over her lower back. She heard him sigh also and pulled back to look into his eyes. "This is nice," she said.
"It is," he agreed moving one hand to gently stroke her cheek. She leaned into his palm and looked up into his face.
~*~
"I got to confess
Sometimes I'm a mess
And sometimes I step out of line
Like this old tattoo
I ain't shiny or new
With you by my side nothing matters"
~*~
"I think I like this song," Pete smiled. She returned his smile as his arm slid from her face, down the back of her neck, over her back, coming to rest around her waist. He pulled her lower body, flush against his. He watched her, closely gauging her reaction. She leaned closer laying her head on his chest.
~*~
"They can say it's blind love
But it's a fool who don't believe
That I'd fly all the way to the moon
Just to walk you down your street"
~*~
As they moved together Kitty compared this man with Lance. Lance had been there for her when she had needed him but when they had had trouble he had given up. He was sweet and romantic but he was also possessive and got jealous easily. She looked up at Pete and thought about how little she knew about him. She was surprised when he leaned down quickly brushing his lips against hers.
~*~
"I could save the world
Since the night your love saved me
Maybe I can't save the world
But as long as you believe
Maybe I could save the world"
~*~
I have a smile stretched from ear to ear,
To see you walking down the road.
We meet at the lights I stare for a while,
The world around disappears.
Just you and me, on this island of hope,
A breath between us could be miles.
Let me surround you, my sea to your shore,
Let me be the calm you seek
-Sarah McLachlan
~*~
Pete pulled up to the mansion and got out silently cursing John. He walked to the door and knocked. A blond boy of medium height answered it. "Who'reyou?" he asked.
"Pardon?"
"Who are you?" he repeated speaking very slowly.
"Pete Wisdom," Pete said. "I'm here to pick Kitty up." That makes it sound like a date.
"Come in," the boy said. "Kitty-Cat's not back yet." Pete followed him into the living room. Remy looked up and gave a brief nod of greeting. "So you're taking Kitty out?"
"She's showing me around," Pete shrugged.
"And how do you two know each other?" another man with blondish-red hair and an Australian accent asked.
"We're friends," Pete said. /Sort of./
"Uh-huh," the first man said. "Exactly how good of friends?"
"Listen up, for starters, who in the `ell are you?" Pete said.
"That's Pietro," Remy said nodding towards the fast talking blond. "The Aussie is John."
"Guys we're home," Rogue called at the door. Remy stood walking out to meet her. Rogue smiled up at the Cajun and he kissed her slowly. "Mmm... that's one hell of a 'welcome home', sugah."
"Only the best for ma chere," he grinned.
"Oh,gagme," Pietro muttered.
Kitty looked at Pete surprised. "Am I late?"
"Yes," Pete said honestly. "John bailed. `E decided that he's rather go downtown and get drunk."
"And you didn't?" Kitty asked surprised once more.
"I `ad a better offer," he said looking at her seriously. He was pleased to see a slight blush tint her skin.
"Ready to go?"
"Been ready," he announced.
"Remember, Kit, meet us at the club at nine," Rogue said.
"Yeah, petite," Remy said. "You owe Remy a dance." Kitty smiled at the two as she and Pete left.
"Does that guy always talk like that?" Pete inquired.
"Remy? Yeah, he's different." Pete went ahead and opened her door for her, shutting it once she was inside. He got in on the other side trying to not admit to himself the incredible amount of nervousness he was feeling. He kept repeating to himself that he had done this many, many times and that she wasn't any different. He glanced over at her and quickly saw that she was just as nervous, the difference was, and she couldn't hide it as well.
"So, what do you want to show me, Pryde?" he asked.
"Honestly, I don't know," Kitty said flushing warmly. "I didn't think that far ahead."
Pete chuckled. "Okay."
"Just take us into town and pull over." He obeyed. They got out and started to walk down the street. At around seven they stopped at a small pub. He ordered a bottle of scotch and she got a coke. The two talked as they drank. Kitty smiled finding that she actually enjoyed just talking to him. He was rude, and very crude, but he was honest and he always listened to anything she said very carefully. When they left it was already nine. "Darn it," Kitty said. "I wanted to change before I left."
"'Darn it'?" Pete mocked grinning. She stuck her tongue out at him. "Why? You look fine," he asked as they walked back to his car.
"Yeah, but this is too warm to wear to a club." He pulled up in front of the club. "So are you coming in or just dropping me off?"
"Do you want me to go with you?" he asked.
"Like, sure," Kitty said unable to mask her nervousness.
"Pryde, you showin' me around that's one thing but this would be a date."
She looked down. "I know."
"You do realize that I'm twenty-seven."
"I figured you were somewhere around that."
"And this doesn' bother you?"
"No." He smiled taking off the jacket to his suit then his tie.
"In that case-" He got out and opened her door for her. "Accompany me in?" She smiled brightly standing and taking his arm leading him inside. The others were waiting in the front.
"You, my dear, are late," Pietro scolded.
"Did you get sidetracked?" Rogue asked grinning as she looked at the man beside Kitty.
"Let's find a table," Kitty said glaring at her friend. The group walked over to a table. Pietro immediately left to walk out onto the dance floor. He was soon dancing with three girls.
"Remy has to give Mags' boy one ting," Remy said. "He's good."
"Damn him," John said.
"Down worry, Johnny," Kitty said. "You'll find someone."
"How about you, luv?" John asked. Pete looked at him and pointedly laid a hand over Kitty's arm. Rogue and Remy exchanged amused glances.
"Chat," Remy said extending a hand. "Tu veux danser?"
"Oui," she smiled placing her hand in his. They walked onto the dance floor. Remy drew her close.
"You still tink le homme doesn' like you?" Remy inquired.
"I don't know," Kitty said. "He seems to but..."
"But...?"
"What does he want?"
Remy looked down at her grinning. "Do you actually have to ask dat?"
"Remy!"
"What? Remy is male, petite chat, he knows how les hommes tink."
"Yeah but-"
"Mais, Remy is sure le homme knows better den to try to use you. Mes amis et moi would kick his ass."
"Thanks," Kitty said smiling up at him.
"Besides, chat, you need to move on."
"What do you mean?"
"Lance."
"Oh... Rem, I still care about him."
"Petite, you never forget your first amour. Mais, Monsieur Alvers has moved on, you need to."
"Yeah," Kitty whispered laying her head on his chest briefly as they swayed together.
"So," he stepped back as the song ended and handed her something, "Do Remy a favor and keep this on you."
Kitty looked down and stuffed it in her pocket blushing. "It's not necessary."
"Peut-etre, mais if you do need it-"
Kitty rolled her eyes. "Fine."
"Merci." They walked back to the table and Remy took Rogue's hand dragging her back up with him.
"Where's John?" Kitty asked noticing the absence of the Australian.
"Over there," Pete said pointing. Kitty turned seeing John chatting with three women.
"Go John," she smiled.
"Do you, um, want t' dance?" he asked surprising himself by stumbling over the words.
Kitty smiled standing. "I was, like, waiting for you to ask." They walked out to where the others were dancing as a slow song began. Pete slowly pulled her into his arms. She laid her head on his chest loosely draping her arms around his neck. He smiled wrapping his arms around her waist pulling her as close as he could as they moved together.
~*~
"I never went to college
I don't have a degree
Let's say I went to night school
I learned all I know on the streets
I wasn't born a rich man
I ain't got no pedigree
The sweat on this old collar
That's my Ph.D."
~*~
"You're pretty good," Kitty smiled up at him.
"You're not bad yerself, luv," he murmured nuzzling her neck. He felt her shiver and chuckled.
~*~
"It comes down to this
I wouldn't exist
Without you it ain't worth the grind
I'd fight for one kiss
On a night like this
You make me feel I could fly"
~*~
Kitty sighed against his chest as one of his hands moved restlessly over her lower back. She heard him sigh also and pulled back to look into his eyes. "This is nice," she said.
"It is," he agreed moving one hand to gently stroke her cheek. She leaned into his palm and looked up into his face.
~*~
"I got to confess
Sometimes I'm a mess
And sometimes I step out of line
Like this old tattoo
I ain't shiny or new
With you by my side nothing matters"
~*~
"I think I like this song," Pete smiled. She returned his smile as his arm slid from her face, down the back of her neck, over her back, coming to rest around her waist. He pulled her lower body, flush against his. He watched her, closely gauging her reaction. She leaned closer laying her head on his chest.
~*~
"They can say it's blind love
But it's a fool who don't believe
That I'd fly all the way to the moon
Just to walk you down your street"
~*~
As they moved together Kitty compared this man with Lance. Lance had been there for her when she had needed him but when they had had trouble he had given up. He was sweet and romantic but he was also possessive and got jealous easily. She looked up at Pete and thought about how little she knew about him. She was surprised when he leaned down quickly brushing his lips against hers.
~*~
"I could save the world
Since the night your love saved me
Maybe I can't save the world
But as long as you believe
Maybe I could save the world"