Sorry, I know I promised Rogue/Lance in the last chappie, but it ran way
too long. Loads in this one though.
Thank you for all the great reviews! Too many to thank personally, except K.K.L., who has faithfully reviewed every chapter and been so nice to me! *Give a bunch of roses and some pink champagne*
As I keep writing this, I'm finding it harder and harder to make the time line last three weeks, I mean only so much can happen on a cruise ship. But, I've got some ideas, so stay with me.
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"Boyfriend?" Asked Phil, looking confused, Kitty looked pointedly at Pietro, who was standing behind him.
Phil turned, "You?" He cried in disbelief.
"Me," Replied Pietro smoothly, "Do you want something?"
Phil stood up quickly, "You two are insane. You both need help."
He walked as fast as he could to the doors and left. Kitty glanced at Pietro and they both laughed. Pietro sat down and handed Kitty her salad.
"Did you see the look on his face?!! Laughed Kitty, "Though, I have to agree with him, on one point, you do need help!"
Pietro just grinned at her and picked up his burger. He looked at her until Kitty became embarrassed and she looked down at her plate.
'What am I doing?' Thought Kitty, 'Why am I acting like this? He's only pretending to like me.'
But, all the same she'd found herself having fun with him. And when Pietro started telling her all the rude jokes he could remember, she laughed until she thought she was going to be sick.
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Unbeknown to the two of them, Lance and Rogue were watching horrified from behind a sofa.
"Are they laughing?" Asked Lance.
"Ah think so. Do ya think they're on drugs?" Rogue hadn't doubted for a second that Pietro would somehow managed to end up hanging around Kitty again, but for her to be OK about it? That was weird, bordering on scary.
Rogue and Lance had decided to get some lunch. They were getting on really well again, although they avoided talking about the X-men and the Brotherhood. Certain things were just not worth discussing.
They walked down to the restaurant and Rogue was about to head for a table when Lance grabbed her hand and dragged her down, behind one of the sofas that were placed near the bar area.
Rogue half fell on Lance and, for a moment, they were inches away from each other. Lance looked into Rogue's eyes and then blinked, snapping himself out of it.
Rogue scrambled off of him, blushing hard, "Sorry, ya pulled me an' ah lost mah balance." She mumbled.
"Shh!" Whispered Lance, he peeked over the top of the sofa, "Look."
Rogue copied him and her eyes grew wide. She saw Pietro handing a plate of food to Kitty and them both laughing.
Rogue looked at Lance, "Are they gettin' on?"
Lance shrugged, "I think so." He looked back at Rogue, "I feel like I'm spying, do you wanna get out of here?"
"Please." Replied Rogue. She felt like she was violating Kitty's privacy. Whatever her reason for having dinner with Pietro was, it wasn't really her business. They crept out and ran back to Lance and Pietro's room.
"What do you think we should do about them?" Asked Lance sitting on the bed.
Rogue, sitting on Pietro's bed, gave him a small frown, "Nothin'. It's none of arh business. If they want to be friends, ah don't think we should stop them. What's the alternative? Them fightin' again?"
"You're right." Said Lance, wearily. He looked up at Rogue, "So, What do you want to do now? I really don't want to sit and try to eat, with those two fawning all over each other."
"Me, neither." Said Rogue. She suddenly became very aware that she and Lance were in his bedroom, alone. She shifted uncomfortably and started to fidget with her book's cover.
'Don't know why it bothers me. Ah'm alone with the guys at the institute all the time.' She thought. She tried to push away the fact that this was how she felt whenever Scott used to walk into the room, before she had gotten over him.
"So what do you want to do then?" Asked Lance. He looked at Rogue. She had gone a funny colour and was staring at the carpet.
'OK,' He thought, 'What's up with her?'
"Wanna hang out here? We can listen to music or something." He asked. Rogue nodded, and then caught sight of the TV.
"Hey. We don't have one of those in arh room." She said, pointing at it.
Lance looked up from his CD collection, and said, "Oh, yeah! Forgot about that. Well, you know, deluxe cabin and all."
"Can we watch TV, instead?" She asked, Lance nodded and found the remote. He turned the set on, but Rogue couldn't see properly from Pietro's bed, and was craning her neck.
Lance watched her for a minute, and then said, "Why don't you come and sit on my bed. You'll be able to see it better."
Rogue froze, her heart skipped a beat, 'Grow up.' She thought, angrily, 'You're only going to sit next to him.'
Lance moved over slightly and patted the bed, "I don't bite, you know." He grinned.
Rogue got up and sat on his bed, next to him, "Ah know." She muttered. She stretched her legs out and tried to relax, 'It's all right for him. This doesn't feel odd to him.' Another part of her brain piped up, 'Why is it odd for you? You're just friends, aren't you?'
While Rogue was mentally arguing with herself, Lance was sitting with his back straight to the wall. He just couldn't relax. He flicked through a few channels until he found a re-run of Cheers. He let his arm drop to his side, lying on the bed.
Rogue was squirming around next to him, and he tried to focus on the show. But all he could think about was the fact that he could smell Rogue's shampoo. He moved his arm and accidentally touched Rogue's thigh. The result was incredible.
Rogue shot off the bed, like she had been electrocuted. She stood in the middle of the room, looking at Lance with wide eyes.
"Are you OK?" He asked. True, he had felt a weird jolt in his stomach, when he brushed against her, but he hadn't had the urge to leap into the middle of the room.
"Ah ... Umm. ah, ah've got tah go, Lance. Ah'll talk tah ya later." She stuttered, turning tomato red. She dashed to the door and fled.
By the time, Lance reached the door, Rogue had disappeared from sight. He sagged against the frame, thinking. He couldn't remember where her room was, so he couldn't try there.
'What was that about? I know she's weird about being touched, but it was an accident.' He thought, trying not to dwell on it to much, he sat back down on the bed and tried to finish watching Cheers.
But all he noticed was the fact that he could still smell strawberry shampoo.
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Rogue burst into her room, breathing hard. She had no idea why she'd just run off like that. When Lance touched her, even though it was by accident, all the discomfort she was suffering had surfaced and she'd panicked.
'Why the hell am ah panickin' about being alone with Lance. We hung out together all the time, when ah lived with the Brotherhood.' She thought, flopping down on the bed.
She didn't even have her book, to take her mind off of it. She'd left it in Lance's room in her mad bid for freedom.
Deciding to have a shower, Rogue grabbed her bathrobe and entered the bathroom. She'd think about where to go from there, when she'd finished.
Humming 'I'm gonna wash that man right outta my hair.' Rogue stepped under the warm water and tried to do the same.
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Kitty laughed loudly at Pietro's joke about a nun and a taxi driver. He grinned at her, as tears ran down her face, once again smearing her mascara.
"Why do you even wear that stuff? It just ends up all over your face." He smiled at her, as Kitty attempted to dry her eyes on a napkin.
"Well, usually I don't end up crying or being told really rude jokes." Replied Kitty. Her mouth and cheeks hurt from laughing so hard. She was surprised to find that she was having such a good time with Pietro, who had seemed to have dropped the whole "I'm your boyfriend" thing.
"You don't need it, you know." Said Pietro gently. He was resting his cheek on his hand, gazing at her.
"Sorry?" Said Kitty, she felt a little uncomfortable at the way Pietro was staring at her, 'Please God, don't let him be starting again.' She prayed silently.
"Make up. You don't need it. You're beautiful without it." He smiled at her.
Kitty stood up, she had known it was coming, yet she had walked right into it.
"Oh, you are impossible!" She snapped, storming towards the door.
She set off towards her room, knowing that Pietro was trailing behind her.
She stopped outside her room and turned to him, "Just when I'm beginning to think you're OK, you go and spoil things by acting like an idiot again."
Pietro looked surprised, "I'm sorry, Babe. Have I upset you?"
Kitty just threw her hands in the air and opened the door. Rogue was lying on her bed with a wet flannel over eyes.
"Headache?" Asked Kitty.
Rogue didn't move, but said, "Ah think ah've just made a huge fool of mahself."
Kitty sat down and ignored Pietro, who had laid down behind her. Kitty was about to ask how, when she noticed Pietro's trainers were on her bed.
"Shoes!" She said, knocking his feet off. Pietro got up, grumbling, and walked into the bathroom, opening the cupboards.
Rogue heard the noise and said, "Are you alone?"
Kitty glanced at Pietro who had found one of her bras and was grinning widely. She jumped up, snatched it off of him and pushed him into the bedroom.
"Not exactly." She replied.
Rogue lifted her flannel and groaned when she saw him. Kitty took the hint and pushed Pietro to the door.
"Girl time. Go away!" She pushed him into the hallway and then locked the door.
Pietro stood in the hallway for a minute, and then, with a smirk on his face, yelled through the door, "Kitty, I'm going to go and get changed. OK? Kitty? Kitty?"
When she didn't answer he started to knock on the door until she wrenched it open and said, "OK, Pietro. Just go."
She slammed the door, again. Pietro started off towards his suite, smiling happily. 'She might be getting used to me hanging around, but she's still resisting my seduction!' He mused. Realising what he had just thought, he stopped dead.
'Seduction. Why the hell did I think that? I'm not trying to seduce her.' He started walking again, 'Drive her mad, sure. But, why would I wanna seduce her? I mean she's ...'
He paused at his room door, trying to think of a fault with Kitty. He opened it, still thinking. Lance looked at him, oddly, as Pietro sat on the bed frowning.
"What's up with you?" Asked Lance. Pietro lay back on his bed, and mumbled, "Kitty Pryde."
"Kitty? Why? What's wrong with her?" Lance asked. They had seemed OK at dinner. Had the truce been broken so soon?
"She's ... she's .. really short!" Cried Pietro. He stood up and walked into the bathroom, slamming the door.
"What?" Lance said to himself.
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Pietro turned the shower on and tried to remember more reasons why he hated Kitty. Sure there was the whole 'womanizing playboy' thing, but if he was honest the past two days hanging around Kitty had been more fun, than sitting by the pool surrounded by girls, who repeatedly told him how wonderful he was. Where was the challenge in that?
'She's got no fashion sense.' He told himself, 'except for that bikini, I mean. Man, did she look ho...'
He banged his fist against the wall, 'No, no, no!' He would not think that she looked hot, whatever the outfit. Kitty was just a dopey x-geek. He washed angrily. 'She cannot win, I am supposed to be annoying her. If she starts wanting me around, what do I do then?'
He already knew the answer.
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Kitty leaned against the door and said, "Thank God! He left." She moved to her bed, "Can you believe he has harassed me since eight-thirty this morning?!"
Rogue sat up and folded the flannel. She looked at Kitty pathetically and Kitty frowned. She had never seen Rogue act like this.
"What? What happened?" She asked gently.
Rogue chose her words carefully, she had to. Lance was still a member of the brotherhood and Kitty's old crush. Plus Rogue had switched sides once, how was she to know that Kitty wouldn't think she would go back.
"Well, ah met a guy. He's really nice, but ah kinda freaked out, ran off an' left him."
Kitty crossed her legs on the bed. "Why?" She asked, she knew Rogue was skittish with guys, but just running off?
"Ah don't really know. Ah mean, we're just friends. An' now he's gonna think ah'm such an idiot." Rogue looked so upset, Kitty's heart went out to her. She forgot about her problem with Pietro and moved next to her friend.
"Just go and talk to him. Try and explain that you've not had a good history with, well, anything. I'm sure he'll understand."
Rogue looked at her and smiled, "Mahybe you're right. Ah guess ah should go now then." She glanced at Kitty for confirmation. The younger girl nodded. Rogue walked into the hallway.
'Ah need to get mah book anyway. Ah'll just say that's why ah'm there.' She thought. Before she knew it she was outside the door to their suite. Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door.
"Come in." Shouted someone from the inside. Rogue pushed the door open to see Pietro holding her novel, shouting at Lance.
"Well? If it's not yours, then whose is it, you bloody puff?" He yelled, waving the book around. Rogue marched up and snatched it off of him.
"Mine! Ah dropped it." She said, angrily. Pietro looked at her, figured that if Rogue was there, then Kitty was alone and raced out.
Lance stood up and cleared his throat, "I was going to give it back to you, but, after you ran off, I realised that the last time I was at your cabin, I ended up dragging Pietro back here, and I couldn't remember the way."
"Ya should've asked Pietro. He seems to spend more time there than ah do at the moment." Replied Rogue dryly. She turned the book over in her hands, and then blurted out, "Ah'm sorry about acting so weird before. Ah guess ah was a little afraid."
Lance frowned, "Why?" He could see no reason why Rogue should fear him.
"Cause we've only just become friends again, an' ah didn't want anythin' tah spoil it. Ah was over sensitive, ah guess." Said the Goth. She looked at the floor, "But ah bet ah already have."
Lance smiled and Rogue felt better straight away, "No, it's fine. Things feel OK between us now, right?"
"Right." Replied Rogue, grinning back at him.
"So, you wanna go see a movie? They're showing The Exorcist." He asked.
Rogue laughed, "I love that film!"
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I keep over writing chapters, so I'm cutting and pasting like mad! I'm writing loads of Kietro fluff (I just can't stop myself, but the Lance/Rogue thing is getting a little tricky, with her power and all.) If anyone has any suggestions on how to get round it, (except for the infamous silk scarf routine) then I would love to hear them, no matter how obscure!! The best I can think of right now is either the scarf thing (desperate times) or that Rogue has some bizarre reaction is shellfish and ... Help me!!!!!
Thank you for all the great reviews! Too many to thank personally, except K.K.L., who has faithfully reviewed every chapter and been so nice to me! *Give a bunch of roses and some pink champagne*
As I keep writing this, I'm finding it harder and harder to make the time line last three weeks, I mean only so much can happen on a cruise ship. But, I've got some ideas, so stay with me.
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"Boyfriend?" Asked Phil, looking confused, Kitty looked pointedly at Pietro, who was standing behind him.
Phil turned, "You?" He cried in disbelief.
"Me," Replied Pietro smoothly, "Do you want something?"
Phil stood up quickly, "You two are insane. You both need help."
He walked as fast as he could to the doors and left. Kitty glanced at Pietro and they both laughed. Pietro sat down and handed Kitty her salad.
"Did you see the look on his face?!! Laughed Kitty, "Though, I have to agree with him, on one point, you do need help!"
Pietro just grinned at her and picked up his burger. He looked at her until Kitty became embarrassed and she looked down at her plate.
'What am I doing?' Thought Kitty, 'Why am I acting like this? He's only pretending to like me.'
But, all the same she'd found herself having fun with him. And when Pietro started telling her all the rude jokes he could remember, she laughed until she thought she was going to be sick.
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Unbeknown to the two of them, Lance and Rogue were watching horrified from behind a sofa.
"Are they laughing?" Asked Lance.
"Ah think so. Do ya think they're on drugs?" Rogue hadn't doubted for a second that Pietro would somehow managed to end up hanging around Kitty again, but for her to be OK about it? That was weird, bordering on scary.
Rogue and Lance had decided to get some lunch. They were getting on really well again, although they avoided talking about the X-men and the Brotherhood. Certain things were just not worth discussing.
They walked down to the restaurant and Rogue was about to head for a table when Lance grabbed her hand and dragged her down, behind one of the sofas that were placed near the bar area.
Rogue half fell on Lance and, for a moment, they were inches away from each other. Lance looked into Rogue's eyes and then blinked, snapping himself out of it.
Rogue scrambled off of him, blushing hard, "Sorry, ya pulled me an' ah lost mah balance." She mumbled.
"Shh!" Whispered Lance, he peeked over the top of the sofa, "Look."
Rogue copied him and her eyes grew wide. She saw Pietro handing a plate of food to Kitty and them both laughing.
Rogue looked at Lance, "Are they gettin' on?"
Lance shrugged, "I think so." He looked back at Rogue, "I feel like I'm spying, do you wanna get out of here?"
"Please." Replied Rogue. She felt like she was violating Kitty's privacy. Whatever her reason for having dinner with Pietro was, it wasn't really her business. They crept out and ran back to Lance and Pietro's room.
"What do you think we should do about them?" Asked Lance sitting on the bed.
Rogue, sitting on Pietro's bed, gave him a small frown, "Nothin'. It's none of arh business. If they want to be friends, ah don't think we should stop them. What's the alternative? Them fightin' again?"
"You're right." Said Lance, wearily. He looked up at Rogue, "So, What do you want to do now? I really don't want to sit and try to eat, with those two fawning all over each other."
"Me, neither." Said Rogue. She suddenly became very aware that she and Lance were in his bedroom, alone. She shifted uncomfortably and started to fidget with her book's cover.
'Don't know why it bothers me. Ah'm alone with the guys at the institute all the time.' She thought. She tried to push away the fact that this was how she felt whenever Scott used to walk into the room, before she had gotten over him.
"So what do you want to do then?" Asked Lance. He looked at Rogue. She had gone a funny colour and was staring at the carpet.
'OK,' He thought, 'What's up with her?'
"Wanna hang out here? We can listen to music or something." He asked. Rogue nodded, and then caught sight of the TV.
"Hey. We don't have one of those in arh room." She said, pointing at it.
Lance looked up from his CD collection, and said, "Oh, yeah! Forgot about that. Well, you know, deluxe cabin and all."
"Can we watch TV, instead?" She asked, Lance nodded and found the remote. He turned the set on, but Rogue couldn't see properly from Pietro's bed, and was craning her neck.
Lance watched her for a minute, and then said, "Why don't you come and sit on my bed. You'll be able to see it better."
Rogue froze, her heart skipped a beat, 'Grow up.' She thought, angrily, 'You're only going to sit next to him.'
Lance moved over slightly and patted the bed, "I don't bite, you know." He grinned.
Rogue got up and sat on his bed, next to him, "Ah know." She muttered. She stretched her legs out and tried to relax, 'It's all right for him. This doesn't feel odd to him.' Another part of her brain piped up, 'Why is it odd for you? You're just friends, aren't you?'
While Rogue was mentally arguing with herself, Lance was sitting with his back straight to the wall. He just couldn't relax. He flicked through a few channels until he found a re-run of Cheers. He let his arm drop to his side, lying on the bed.
Rogue was squirming around next to him, and he tried to focus on the show. But all he could think about was the fact that he could smell Rogue's shampoo. He moved his arm and accidentally touched Rogue's thigh. The result was incredible.
Rogue shot off the bed, like she had been electrocuted. She stood in the middle of the room, looking at Lance with wide eyes.
"Are you OK?" He asked. True, he had felt a weird jolt in his stomach, when he brushed against her, but he hadn't had the urge to leap into the middle of the room.
"Ah ... Umm. ah, ah've got tah go, Lance. Ah'll talk tah ya later." She stuttered, turning tomato red. She dashed to the door and fled.
By the time, Lance reached the door, Rogue had disappeared from sight. He sagged against the frame, thinking. He couldn't remember where her room was, so he couldn't try there.
'What was that about? I know she's weird about being touched, but it was an accident.' He thought, trying not to dwell on it to much, he sat back down on the bed and tried to finish watching Cheers.
But all he noticed was the fact that he could still smell strawberry shampoo.
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Rogue burst into her room, breathing hard. She had no idea why she'd just run off like that. When Lance touched her, even though it was by accident, all the discomfort she was suffering had surfaced and she'd panicked.
'Why the hell am ah panickin' about being alone with Lance. We hung out together all the time, when ah lived with the Brotherhood.' She thought, flopping down on the bed.
She didn't even have her book, to take her mind off of it. She'd left it in Lance's room in her mad bid for freedom.
Deciding to have a shower, Rogue grabbed her bathrobe and entered the bathroom. She'd think about where to go from there, when she'd finished.
Humming 'I'm gonna wash that man right outta my hair.' Rogue stepped under the warm water and tried to do the same.
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Kitty laughed loudly at Pietro's joke about a nun and a taxi driver. He grinned at her, as tears ran down her face, once again smearing her mascara.
"Why do you even wear that stuff? It just ends up all over your face." He smiled at her, as Kitty attempted to dry her eyes on a napkin.
"Well, usually I don't end up crying or being told really rude jokes." Replied Kitty. Her mouth and cheeks hurt from laughing so hard. She was surprised to find that she was having such a good time with Pietro, who had seemed to have dropped the whole "I'm your boyfriend" thing.
"You don't need it, you know." Said Pietro gently. He was resting his cheek on his hand, gazing at her.
"Sorry?" Said Kitty, she felt a little uncomfortable at the way Pietro was staring at her, 'Please God, don't let him be starting again.' She prayed silently.
"Make up. You don't need it. You're beautiful without it." He smiled at her.
Kitty stood up, she had known it was coming, yet she had walked right into it.
"Oh, you are impossible!" She snapped, storming towards the door.
She set off towards her room, knowing that Pietro was trailing behind her.
She stopped outside her room and turned to him, "Just when I'm beginning to think you're OK, you go and spoil things by acting like an idiot again."
Pietro looked surprised, "I'm sorry, Babe. Have I upset you?"
Kitty just threw her hands in the air and opened the door. Rogue was lying on her bed with a wet flannel over eyes.
"Headache?" Asked Kitty.
Rogue didn't move, but said, "Ah think ah've just made a huge fool of mahself."
Kitty sat down and ignored Pietro, who had laid down behind her. Kitty was about to ask how, when she noticed Pietro's trainers were on her bed.
"Shoes!" She said, knocking his feet off. Pietro got up, grumbling, and walked into the bathroom, opening the cupboards.
Rogue heard the noise and said, "Are you alone?"
Kitty glanced at Pietro who had found one of her bras and was grinning widely. She jumped up, snatched it off of him and pushed him into the bedroom.
"Not exactly." She replied.
Rogue lifted her flannel and groaned when she saw him. Kitty took the hint and pushed Pietro to the door.
"Girl time. Go away!" She pushed him into the hallway and then locked the door.
Pietro stood in the hallway for a minute, and then, with a smirk on his face, yelled through the door, "Kitty, I'm going to go and get changed. OK? Kitty? Kitty?"
When she didn't answer he started to knock on the door until she wrenched it open and said, "OK, Pietro. Just go."
She slammed the door, again. Pietro started off towards his suite, smiling happily. 'She might be getting used to me hanging around, but she's still resisting my seduction!' He mused. Realising what he had just thought, he stopped dead.
'Seduction. Why the hell did I think that? I'm not trying to seduce her.' He started walking again, 'Drive her mad, sure. But, why would I wanna seduce her? I mean she's ...'
He paused at his room door, trying to think of a fault with Kitty. He opened it, still thinking. Lance looked at him, oddly, as Pietro sat on the bed frowning.
"What's up with you?" Asked Lance. Pietro lay back on his bed, and mumbled, "Kitty Pryde."
"Kitty? Why? What's wrong with her?" Lance asked. They had seemed OK at dinner. Had the truce been broken so soon?
"She's ... she's .. really short!" Cried Pietro. He stood up and walked into the bathroom, slamming the door.
"What?" Lance said to himself.
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Pietro turned the shower on and tried to remember more reasons why he hated Kitty. Sure there was the whole 'womanizing playboy' thing, but if he was honest the past two days hanging around Kitty had been more fun, than sitting by the pool surrounded by girls, who repeatedly told him how wonderful he was. Where was the challenge in that?
'She's got no fashion sense.' He told himself, 'except for that bikini, I mean. Man, did she look ho...'
He banged his fist against the wall, 'No, no, no!' He would not think that she looked hot, whatever the outfit. Kitty was just a dopey x-geek. He washed angrily. 'She cannot win, I am supposed to be annoying her. If she starts wanting me around, what do I do then?'
He already knew the answer.
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Kitty leaned against the door and said, "Thank God! He left." She moved to her bed, "Can you believe he has harassed me since eight-thirty this morning?!"
Rogue sat up and folded the flannel. She looked at Kitty pathetically and Kitty frowned. She had never seen Rogue act like this.
"What? What happened?" She asked gently.
Rogue chose her words carefully, she had to. Lance was still a member of the brotherhood and Kitty's old crush. Plus Rogue had switched sides once, how was she to know that Kitty wouldn't think she would go back.
"Well, ah met a guy. He's really nice, but ah kinda freaked out, ran off an' left him."
Kitty crossed her legs on the bed. "Why?" She asked, she knew Rogue was skittish with guys, but just running off?
"Ah don't really know. Ah mean, we're just friends. An' now he's gonna think ah'm such an idiot." Rogue looked so upset, Kitty's heart went out to her. She forgot about her problem with Pietro and moved next to her friend.
"Just go and talk to him. Try and explain that you've not had a good history with, well, anything. I'm sure he'll understand."
Rogue looked at her and smiled, "Mahybe you're right. Ah guess ah should go now then." She glanced at Kitty for confirmation. The younger girl nodded. Rogue walked into the hallway.
'Ah need to get mah book anyway. Ah'll just say that's why ah'm there.' She thought. Before she knew it she was outside the door to their suite. Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door.
"Come in." Shouted someone from the inside. Rogue pushed the door open to see Pietro holding her novel, shouting at Lance.
"Well? If it's not yours, then whose is it, you bloody puff?" He yelled, waving the book around. Rogue marched up and snatched it off of him.
"Mine! Ah dropped it." She said, angrily. Pietro looked at her, figured that if Rogue was there, then Kitty was alone and raced out.
Lance stood up and cleared his throat, "I was going to give it back to you, but, after you ran off, I realised that the last time I was at your cabin, I ended up dragging Pietro back here, and I couldn't remember the way."
"Ya should've asked Pietro. He seems to spend more time there than ah do at the moment." Replied Rogue dryly. She turned the book over in her hands, and then blurted out, "Ah'm sorry about acting so weird before. Ah guess ah was a little afraid."
Lance frowned, "Why?" He could see no reason why Rogue should fear him.
"Cause we've only just become friends again, an' ah didn't want anythin' tah spoil it. Ah was over sensitive, ah guess." Said the Goth. She looked at the floor, "But ah bet ah already have."
Lance smiled and Rogue felt better straight away, "No, it's fine. Things feel OK between us now, right?"
"Right." Replied Rogue, grinning back at him.
"So, you wanna go see a movie? They're showing The Exorcist." He asked.
Rogue laughed, "I love that film!"
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I keep over writing chapters, so I'm cutting and pasting like mad! I'm writing loads of Kietro fluff (I just can't stop myself, but the Lance/Rogue thing is getting a little tricky, with her power and all.) If anyone has any suggestions on how to get round it, (except for the infamous silk scarf routine) then I would love to hear them, no matter how obscure!! The best I can think of right now is either the scarf thing (desperate times) or that Rogue has some bizarre reaction is shellfish and ... Help me!!!!!
