A.N. Hey everyone. Thanks for the reviews- I really appreciate them. I wasn't sure if I was going to continue this story, but you've all convinced me to try at least another chapter.
Kitty was jumping up and down on the foot of a bed. Kurt's bed. The bed that Kurt was attempting to sleep in.
It was 6:30 on a Saturday morning.
"Please, Kurt? Pleassssssse?" She landed in a sitting position, right on his feet. Kurt continued to mutter half formed threats of revenge, but he was more then half awake, and his mood was lifting.
Kitty stuck out her tongue at him, a gesture that only earned her a half grin and a yawn. "Fine, be lazy. I'll find someone else to entertain me!" She smiled at him, and began to go, but Kurt's voice came from under the covers, resigned. "Give me twenty minutes."
Kitty laughed, immediately abandoning her plans to convince Mr. Logan to take her for a ride on his motorcycle.
"Done." She kissed his head through the blankets, and phased through the floor.
Kurt, sat up, and shook his head, but with a smile. It was, after all, Kitty's day off, and he hardly wanted her leaving without him.
***
An hour later Kurt and Kitty were wondering through the square of public buildings that passed for downtown Bayville. Kurt was carrying Kitty piggy-back fashion, and she was chatting happily about the movie they had just seen. They looked to all the world like teenagers.
Kitty had left a message at Peter's apartment, telling him where she would be, and he had come. He saw her before she saw him, and he took the moment to observe.
Peter was perhaps one of the gentlest men alive. He had something in the way of genius- not a great quickness of intellect, but a steady, deep way of thought that led him to say brilliant things in a very mild way. He loved peace, and had perhaps an undeservedly good opinion of the nature of man.
Despite all this, Kitty's friendship with Kurt sometimes irritated him.
He never said so, of course. All Bayville knew what had happened the last time one of Kitty's boyfriends had tried to force her to make a choice between him and Kurt. The boy, Alex, had had a bit too much confidence, and had delivered the ultimatum in public.
Alex had yet to live that day down.
Piotr stepped in front of the two friends. Kitty broke off her sentence, and smiled engagingly at her tall, Russian boyfriend over Kurt's shoulder. Piotr smiled too, but he disengaged Kitty from Kurt, placing her on her feet. He said pleasantly to Kurt "You won't mind if I borrow my girlfriend?"
A lesser man, or one with less good sense, might have emphasized my girlfriend. As it was, there was something tense about Peter's posture, some odd, unfamiliar glint to his eye. Peter was never possessive, never jealous. But to someone who didn't know his nature as well as Kitty, he might have appeared both.
Kitty felt a sudden, inexplicable panic. She stepped back a few feet, and looked at the two men with a sort of odd unfamiliarity that made both nervous. She was suddenly very confused and unsettled, and her words were rushed and slightly incoherant.
"I forgot- I have to go into the office for a bit- there's an important client, it's a big deal. I shouldn't be very long." And with no other goodbye, she half sprinted in the direction of her company.
***
Kitty sat on her office floor. Now that she had some space, her flight seemed ridiculous. But remembering the strange, unpleasant strain she had suddenly felt, she couldn't be sorry for it. For a moment, the lines that defined the places the three held in each others lives had seemed unclear- and it had suddenly appeared to Kitty that there was a taint of something almost unnatural in her relationships with two of the most important people in her life. She had never felt like that before. She hoped she never would again.
Kitty reached up to her desk, pulled down her telephone, and dialed. Eight rings later someone picked up.
Kitty's expression cleared at the familiar, disgruntled voice. "Hey Rogue..."
***
Ten minutes later and a a few thousand miles away, Marie clicked off her cordless, with a troubled look. The situation at home had been growing worse, she had known. But obviously the necessary resolution period was closer at hand then she had realized.
She clicked her phone back on again, and dialed a number. A female with a slightly mechanical voice answered immediately.
"Hello. London airlines, Amy speaking. May I assist you?"
"Yes, please. I would like a ticket for the soonest available flight to Bayville, New York."
Another Authors note: I'm not 100% percent sure where this story is headed yet. This is really my first try at fiction, I'm much better at essays and papers. But if you've read to this point, please review and let me know what you think!! Once again, thanks to everyone who reviewed my last chapter.
Kitty was jumping up and down on the foot of a bed. Kurt's bed. The bed that Kurt was attempting to sleep in.
It was 6:30 on a Saturday morning.
"Please, Kurt? Pleassssssse?" She landed in a sitting position, right on his feet. Kurt continued to mutter half formed threats of revenge, but he was more then half awake, and his mood was lifting.
Kitty stuck out her tongue at him, a gesture that only earned her a half grin and a yawn. "Fine, be lazy. I'll find someone else to entertain me!" She smiled at him, and began to go, but Kurt's voice came from under the covers, resigned. "Give me twenty minutes."
Kitty laughed, immediately abandoning her plans to convince Mr. Logan to take her for a ride on his motorcycle.
"Done." She kissed his head through the blankets, and phased through the floor.
Kurt, sat up, and shook his head, but with a smile. It was, after all, Kitty's day off, and he hardly wanted her leaving without him.
***
An hour later Kurt and Kitty were wondering through the square of public buildings that passed for downtown Bayville. Kurt was carrying Kitty piggy-back fashion, and she was chatting happily about the movie they had just seen. They looked to all the world like teenagers.
Kitty had left a message at Peter's apartment, telling him where she would be, and he had come. He saw her before she saw him, and he took the moment to observe.
Peter was perhaps one of the gentlest men alive. He had something in the way of genius- not a great quickness of intellect, but a steady, deep way of thought that led him to say brilliant things in a very mild way. He loved peace, and had perhaps an undeservedly good opinion of the nature of man.
Despite all this, Kitty's friendship with Kurt sometimes irritated him.
He never said so, of course. All Bayville knew what had happened the last time one of Kitty's boyfriends had tried to force her to make a choice between him and Kurt. The boy, Alex, had had a bit too much confidence, and had delivered the ultimatum in public.
Alex had yet to live that day down.
Piotr stepped in front of the two friends. Kitty broke off her sentence, and smiled engagingly at her tall, Russian boyfriend over Kurt's shoulder. Piotr smiled too, but he disengaged Kitty from Kurt, placing her on her feet. He said pleasantly to Kurt "You won't mind if I borrow my girlfriend?"
A lesser man, or one with less good sense, might have emphasized my girlfriend. As it was, there was something tense about Peter's posture, some odd, unfamiliar glint to his eye. Peter was never possessive, never jealous. But to someone who didn't know his nature as well as Kitty, he might have appeared both.
Kitty felt a sudden, inexplicable panic. She stepped back a few feet, and looked at the two men with a sort of odd unfamiliarity that made both nervous. She was suddenly very confused and unsettled, and her words were rushed and slightly incoherant.
"I forgot- I have to go into the office for a bit- there's an important client, it's a big deal. I shouldn't be very long." And with no other goodbye, she half sprinted in the direction of her company.
***
Kitty sat on her office floor. Now that she had some space, her flight seemed ridiculous. But remembering the strange, unpleasant strain she had suddenly felt, she couldn't be sorry for it. For a moment, the lines that defined the places the three held in each others lives had seemed unclear- and it had suddenly appeared to Kitty that there was a taint of something almost unnatural in her relationships with two of the most important people in her life. She had never felt like that before. She hoped she never would again.
Kitty reached up to her desk, pulled down her telephone, and dialed. Eight rings later someone picked up.
Kitty's expression cleared at the familiar, disgruntled voice. "Hey Rogue..."
***
Ten minutes later and a a few thousand miles away, Marie clicked off her cordless, with a troubled look. The situation at home had been growing worse, she had known. But obviously the necessary resolution period was closer at hand then she had realized.
She clicked her phone back on again, and dialed a number. A female with a slightly mechanical voice answered immediately.
"Hello. London airlines, Amy speaking. May I assist you?"
"Yes, please. I would like a ticket for the soonest available flight to Bayville, New York."
Another Authors note: I'm not 100% percent sure where this story is headed yet. This is really my first try at fiction, I'm much better at essays and papers. But if you've read to this point, please review and let me know what you think!! Once again, thanks to everyone who reviewed my last chapter.