The Mission
~*~
Of all the things I've believed in
I just want to get it over with
Tears form behind my eyes
But I do not cry
Counting the days that pass me by
I've been searching deep down in my soul
Words that I'm hearing are starting to get old
It feels like I'm starting all over again
-Michelle Branch
~*~
"What?"
When he spoke it was slowly and deliberately. "Here, in me room. Actually in me bed."
"But..."
"I'm not gonna throw meself at ya or somethin'. Just get some sleep."
"In what?" He got one of his shirts. "You have to be kidding."
"You'd rather sleep naked?" he asked raising his eyebrows. "Well, don't let me stop you."
"Give me the shirt."
He smiled down at her extending the shirt. "You can get dressed in there." He nodded to the bathroom.
"Thanks." She went into the bathroom and got undressed putting the shirt on. She was pleased to note that it came down to her knees. She took her hair scrunchie out and brushed it until it shown. She then walked out. Pete looked up and saw her.
Kitty saw a look cross his face that she had never seen on a man before when they looked at her, not even Lance who had always treated her like she might break. He had only kissed her twice. She had seen Remy look at Rogue like that quite often, and Scott looked at Jean like that on occasion, she had even seen Logan look at Ororo like that once but that look had never been directed at her.
The look on Pete's face though caused a shiver to go through her. His eyes swept lazily over her and a slow half-smile spread across his face. There was a heat in his eyes that almost scared her.
"`Ave a seat."
"I'd rather not," she admitted. He rolled his eyes.
"I tol' ya, Pryde, I ain't gonna throw meself at ya." He yawned taking off his own shirt. Kitty's eyes widened almost comically. "Chill," he whispered. "I ain't gonna sleep in me shirt and slacks."
"I'm not-" she paused.
He slid off said slacks. He heard Kitty sigh in relief and smirked to himself. "Now, come on, let's get some sleep." He stretched out under the covers. He saw her shiver slightly but she didn't make any move towards him. "Pryde, just lay down." She went to the other side of the bed and stretched out.
The next morning
Kitty awoke laying completely on Pete's chest, her legs resting on either side of one of his. By the way his heart was beating a little too quickly she could guess that he was already awake. She jumped up moving over to the other side. Pete sat up and chuckled seeing how red her face was.
"Hey," he said getting up and stretching.
"Hi," she whispered back.
"I'll be right back with something for you to eat and wear. We're goin' t'day."
"And what if I just run?"
"`At's an option, Pryde, but I wouldn't recommend it."
"Why?"
"Because, they'll track you down, an' trust me, the results o' that won't be pretty. Until Logan gets here or I can get you out play nice."
"And if I'm attacked?"
"Call for me. If I ain't around kill `em."
"What?" Kitty asked her eyes widening.
"Scratch hates me, if he thinks I'm protectin' ya he'll see you as me weakness. If you don't kill him... He'll torture you, an' I'm sure you can think o' a few things he'd do." He got dressed and left leaving Kitty to sort out this new thought. He came back with a bowl of cereal and an arm full of clothes. She let her hair down not able to find her scrunchie.
She ate before going into the bathroom and taking a shower and getting dressed. She paused looking in the mirror. The shirt was a black tank-top with a white shirt that went over it. There was also a black skirt that came to her mid thigh. All in all the outfit left Kitty feeling incredibly self-conscious. She walked out and saw Pete sitting on the bed, leaning back against the pillows, his legs propped up casually as he smoked a cigarette.
"That's a disgusting habit that's going to kill you," Kitty told him.
"Bite me," Pete returned as he turned. The look she had seen on him last night crossed his face again as he studied her. "Nice."
She flushed looking down. "Um... thanks... but are you sure I should wear this? I mean, with what you said about this Scratch guy-"
"You have to look the part, Pryde," he smirked as he continued looking her over slowly
"Um, Wisdom-" Kitty said crossing her arms over her chest where his eyes had been the moment before. He met her gaze and smiled at her.
"Ready?"
"I guess." He handed her a pair of black knee-high boots. "You're going to make me look like a slut," she complained. He merely smiled wider. She slipped the boots on and took his outstretched arm letting him lead her into the conference room.
"I'm gonna seem like a bastard," he whispered to her as he took his seat. "But remember, it's an act. I need you t' play along. Also, until I can teach you some real blocking think of a song an' keep singing it in your head." She nodded and he could see the slight trembling go through her. "Just trust me, `kay?"
"Okay." The others swept in.
Scicluna looked at Kitty carefully taking in the way she stayed close to Pete and her down turned eyes. She certainly looked terrified, and Pete was obviously the only one she trusted. She saw the other three men give the brunette more than one casual glance and wondered if Pete actually thought he could protect her. Well, he obviously had some faith in his abilities; Pete did not make a promise he didn't intend to keep. "Welcome to the fold, Ms. Pryde," she smirked. Kitty didn't respond which was probably very smart.
"This is the plan," Threadgold said. "Sending all of us in would be pure suicide. Therefore, Pete, you and the kid are going in."
"I `ave t' take her with me?" Pete asked.
"Would you rather leave her all alone?" Scicluna asked innocently. "I'm sure your new kitten would fair really well in a base full of men all alone."
"Fine, I'll take her, but she's just gonna slow me down."
Kitty bit her tongue on a comment and settled for discreetly kicking him. He looked up and her and raised one eyebrow.
"Well, we're ready, everyone to the plane," Scicluna ordered. Pete had Kitty take his arm again as they walked to the plane. The others sat down. Much to her shock he sat down away from the others so he could have her perch on his lap. He rested one hand on her waist and the other on her thigh, where the skirt ended. He explained in a low tone how to keep a mental block up as they flew.
To the others it would appear that Pete was attempting to seduce the girl. In between statements he would caress her leg, or nuzzle her neck. Pete smirked to himself as he took in Kitty's barely muffled moan as his hand slid up her thigh. He leaned in, his mouth merely inches away from her ear. "Ya know, Pryde, keep this up and I may think you like me." He softly sucked on her earlobe.
"Wisdom," Kitty hissed gently pushing him away.
"Yes?"
"Stop that."
He sighed theoretically. "If I must." He leaned back as Threadgold took the plane down.
"We're here," Scicluna announced.
"Yay," Pete said dryly. He got up and lifted Kitty to her feet. "Ready?"
"No," she said. He smirked reaching around her neck and undoing the collar. He took her hand leading her out of the plane. Kitty looked around herself then back at Pete. "I shouldn't be doing this."
"Statement of the year, Pryde," Pete smirked. Kitty phased them into the building. "Nice power." He took out a gun. "Here."
"I don't use guns," Kitty said crossing her arms.
"Take it, Pryde." Rolling her eyes, she reached out and took the gun from him.
"Happy?"
"Yes. Don't shoot yourself accidentally. You're me back up, I need t' be able t' trust ya."
"Okay," Kitty said determined to help him. She walked behind him as he led her to a room.
"Get us inside." She took his hand and phased them into the room. "I'll get the files, keep an eye out. And, Pryde, any hesitation on your part may very well result in me untimely death."
"Nothing like a good old fashioned guilt trip," Kitty said rolling her eyes. He merely flashed her a smile and went to the file cabinet. Kitty stood at the door, which suddenly flew open. She raised the gun.
"Drop your weapon," she ordered pleased with the calm, cool sound of her own voice. A gun hit the floor. "Come inside slowly, don't do anything stupid." He walked in and she shut the door.
Pete stood after putting a few files in a bag. "Good job, grasshopper." He walked over to the man. "Arms behind your back."
"Who are you?" the man asked.
"That would be telling," he smirked as he handcuffed the man. "Now, be a good boy and stay here." He took Kitty's arm. "Get us out o' here." She phased them out of the building. "You were good," he admitted as they walked into the living room. They walked back to the plane. He handed over the files. "Here."
"Good job," Scicluna nodded faintly. "Threadgold, get us out."
"Yes, ma'am." Pete went back to his seat and sat down pulling Kitty back onto his lap.
"Awwe, so cute," Scratch growled sarcastically. Pete laid a hand on Kitty's knee and glared at the other man. Kitty leaned into him and he could nearly feel her fear. He couldn't blame her. Scratch practically oozed malevolence. He stared at Scratch until the other man looked away. They arrived at the base in a few hours.
"Take your kitty back to your room," Scicluna announced. "We're having a meeting." Pete placed a hand on Kitty's lower back steering her into his bedroom. Kitty sat down on his bed still holding the gun. Pete stared at her from the doorway. Her hair was down falling in soft curls around her shoulders. She had crossed her legs and the gun was in a relaxed hold in her hand as she leaned slightly to one side.
"Ya know, grasshopper, you look incredibly sexy like that." She tensed almost immediately; sitting up and holding the gun out to him, grip first. He hid a chuckle coming forward to take the gun. "You did great t'night. Yer a natural."
"A natural what?" she asked her eyes narrowing.
"Natural agent," he said. She crossed her arms.
"Sorry, Wisdom, I've seen this life and no thanks."
He knelt in front of her so they were at eye level. "Trust me, it ain't all like this. This is..." he paused shaking his head. "We ain't liked by the government. They want t' shut us down but can't find the means."
"You obviously hate it. Why do you, like, stay here?"
"Because if I left they'd try t' kill me, I `ave nowhere t' go."
Kitty looked down before meeting his eyes. "You could... um... come with me."
Pete smiled at her. "I'll think about it. Now, the bitch is gonna be pissed, I'm already late." He stood. "I'll be back in a few seconds." He walked out and Kitty sighed moving further up folding her legs under her and looking around herself at the room. There was nothing descript about it, except maybe the mess. He came back in after a few minutes. "I `ave t' go fer a little while. They want me t' follow through on a few things."
"I'm going to, like, be stuck here... alone?"
"Don't worry," he told her gently. He ran a hand through her hair gently causing her eyes to widen in shock with the tenderness in that gesture. "I'm not gonna be gone `at long an' I promise you, no one will hurt you with out me killin' `em." She smiled a little.
"Thank you."
"I'm just gonna be gone a couple hours." He pulled something out and her eyes widened. "Sorry, grasshopper but I `ave no choice."
"It's okay," she told him raising her head trying to be brave. He smiled at the gesture and slipped the collar on.
"I'm gonna lock the door, no one else has a key. Yer gonna be fine." She nodded. He walked out and Kitty stretched out on his bed, having nothing better to do, she took a nap. She was awoken when the door to Pete's room banged open. There on the other side stood both Scratch and Shrine.
~*~
Of all the things I've believed in
I just want to get it over with
Tears form behind my eyes
But I do not cry
Counting the days that pass me by
I've been searching deep down in my soul
Words that I'm hearing are starting to get old
It feels like I'm starting all over again
-Michelle Branch
~*~
"What?"
When he spoke it was slowly and deliberately. "Here, in me room. Actually in me bed."
"But..."
"I'm not gonna throw meself at ya or somethin'. Just get some sleep."
"In what?" He got one of his shirts. "You have to be kidding."
"You'd rather sleep naked?" he asked raising his eyebrows. "Well, don't let me stop you."
"Give me the shirt."
He smiled down at her extending the shirt. "You can get dressed in there." He nodded to the bathroom.
"Thanks." She went into the bathroom and got undressed putting the shirt on. She was pleased to note that it came down to her knees. She took her hair scrunchie out and brushed it until it shown. She then walked out. Pete looked up and saw her.
Kitty saw a look cross his face that she had never seen on a man before when they looked at her, not even Lance who had always treated her like she might break. He had only kissed her twice. She had seen Remy look at Rogue like that quite often, and Scott looked at Jean like that on occasion, she had even seen Logan look at Ororo like that once but that look had never been directed at her.
The look on Pete's face though caused a shiver to go through her. His eyes swept lazily over her and a slow half-smile spread across his face. There was a heat in his eyes that almost scared her.
"`Ave a seat."
"I'd rather not," she admitted. He rolled his eyes.
"I tol' ya, Pryde, I ain't gonna throw meself at ya." He yawned taking off his own shirt. Kitty's eyes widened almost comically. "Chill," he whispered. "I ain't gonna sleep in me shirt and slacks."
"I'm not-" she paused.
He slid off said slacks. He heard Kitty sigh in relief and smirked to himself. "Now, come on, let's get some sleep." He stretched out under the covers. He saw her shiver slightly but she didn't make any move towards him. "Pryde, just lay down." She went to the other side of the bed and stretched out.
The next morning
Kitty awoke laying completely on Pete's chest, her legs resting on either side of one of his. By the way his heart was beating a little too quickly she could guess that he was already awake. She jumped up moving over to the other side. Pete sat up and chuckled seeing how red her face was.
"Hey," he said getting up and stretching.
"Hi," she whispered back.
"I'll be right back with something for you to eat and wear. We're goin' t'day."
"And what if I just run?"
"`At's an option, Pryde, but I wouldn't recommend it."
"Why?"
"Because, they'll track you down, an' trust me, the results o' that won't be pretty. Until Logan gets here or I can get you out play nice."
"And if I'm attacked?"
"Call for me. If I ain't around kill `em."
"What?" Kitty asked her eyes widening.
"Scratch hates me, if he thinks I'm protectin' ya he'll see you as me weakness. If you don't kill him... He'll torture you, an' I'm sure you can think o' a few things he'd do." He got dressed and left leaving Kitty to sort out this new thought. He came back with a bowl of cereal and an arm full of clothes. She let her hair down not able to find her scrunchie.
She ate before going into the bathroom and taking a shower and getting dressed. She paused looking in the mirror. The shirt was a black tank-top with a white shirt that went over it. There was also a black skirt that came to her mid thigh. All in all the outfit left Kitty feeling incredibly self-conscious. She walked out and saw Pete sitting on the bed, leaning back against the pillows, his legs propped up casually as he smoked a cigarette.
"That's a disgusting habit that's going to kill you," Kitty told him.
"Bite me," Pete returned as he turned. The look she had seen on him last night crossed his face again as he studied her. "Nice."
She flushed looking down. "Um... thanks... but are you sure I should wear this? I mean, with what you said about this Scratch guy-"
"You have to look the part, Pryde," he smirked as he continued looking her over slowly
"Um, Wisdom-" Kitty said crossing her arms over her chest where his eyes had been the moment before. He met her gaze and smiled at her.
"Ready?"
"I guess." He handed her a pair of black knee-high boots. "You're going to make me look like a slut," she complained. He merely smiled wider. She slipped the boots on and took his outstretched arm letting him lead her into the conference room.
"I'm gonna seem like a bastard," he whispered to her as he took his seat. "But remember, it's an act. I need you t' play along. Also, until I can teach you some real blocking think of a song an' keep singing it in your head." She nodded and he could see the slight trembling go through her. "Just trust me, `kay?"
"Okay." The others swept in.
Scicluna looked at Kitty carefully taking in the way she stayed close to Pete and her down turned eyes. She certainly looked terrified, and Pete was obviously the only one she trusted. She saw the other three men give the brunette more than one casual glance and wondered if Pete actually thought he could protect her. Well, he obviously had some faith in his abilities; Pete did not make a promise he didn't intend to keep. "Welcome to the fold, Ms. Pryde," she smirked. Kitty didn't respond which was probably very smart.
"This is the plan," Threadgold said. "Sending all of us in would be pure suicide. Therefore, Pete, you and the kid are going in."
"I `ave t' take her with me?" Pete asked.
"Would you rather leave her all alone?" Scicluna asked innocently. "I'm sure your new kitten would fair really well in a base full of men all alone."
"Fine, I'll take her, but she's just gonna slow me down."
Kitty bit her tongue on a comment and settled for discreetly kicking him. He looked up and her and raised one eyebrow.
"Well, we're ready, everyone to the plane," Scicluna ordered. Pete had Kitty take his arm again as they walked to the plane. The others sat down. Much to her shock he sat down away from the others so he could have her perch on his lap. He rested one hand on her waist and the other on her thigh, where the skirt ended. He explained in a low tone how to keep a mental block up as they flew.
To the others it would appear that Pete was attempting to seduce the girl. In between statements he would caress her leg, or nuzzle her neck. Pete smirked to himself as he took in Kitty's barely muffled moan as his hand slid up her thigh. He leaned in, his mouth merely inches away from her ear. "Ya know, Pryde, keep this up and I may think you like me." He softly sucked on her earlobe.
"Wisdom," Kitty hissed gently pushing him away.
"Yes?"
"Stop that."
He sighed theoretically. "If I must." He leaned back as Threadgold took the plane down.
"We're here," Scicluna announced.
"Yay," Pete said dryly. He got up and lifted Kitty to her feet. "Ready?"
"No," she said. He smirked reaching around her neck and undoing the collar. He took her hand leading her out of the plane. Kitty looked around herself then back at Pete. "I shouldn't be doing this."
"Statement of the year, Pryde," Pete smirked. Kitty phased them into the building. "Nice power." He took out a gun. "Here."
"I don't use guns," Kitty said crossing her arms.
"Take it, Pryde." Rolling her eyes, she reached out and took the gun from him.
"Happy?"
"Yes. Don't shoot yourself accidentally. You're me back up, I need t' be able t' trust ya."
"Okay," Kitty said determined to help him. She walked behind him as he led her to a room.
"Get us inside." She took his hand and phased them into the room. "I'll get the files, keep an eye out. And, Pryde, any hesitation on your part may very well result in me untimely death."
"Nothing like a good old fashioned guilt trip," Kitty said rolling her eyes. He merely flashed her a smile and went to the file cabinet. Kitty stood at the door, which suddenly flew open. She raised the gun.
"Drop your weapon," she ordered pleased with the calm, cool sound of her own voice. A gun hit the floor. "Come inside slowly, don't do anything stupid." He walked in and she shut the door.
Pete stood after putting a few files in a bag. "Good job, grasshopper." He walked over to the man. "Arms behind your back."
"Who are you?" the man asked.
"That would be telling," he smirked as he handcuffed the man. "Now, be a good boy and stay here." He took Kitty's arm. "Get us out o' here." She phased them out of the building. "You were good," he admitted as they walked into the living room. They walked back to the plane. He handed over the files. "Here."
"Good job," Scicluna nodded faintly. "Threadgold, get us out."
"Yes, ma'am." Pete went back to his seat and sat down pulling Kitty back onto his lap.
"Awwe, so cute," Scratch growled sarcastically. Pete laid a hand on Kitty's knee and glared at the other man. Kitty leaned into him and he could nearly feel her fear. He couldn't blame her. Scratch practically oozed malevolence. He stared at Scratch until the other man looked away. They arrived at the base in a few hours.
"Take your kitty back to your room," Scicluna announced. "We're having a meeting." Pete placed a hand on Kitty's lower back steering her into his bedroom. Kitty sat down on his bed still holding the gun. Pete stared at her from the doorway. Her hair was down falling in soft curls around her shoulders. She had crossed her legs and the gun was in a relaxed hold in her hand as she leaned slightly to one side.
"Ya know, grasshopper, you look incredibly sexy like that." She tensed almost immediately; sitting up and holding the gun out to him, grip first. He hid a chuckle coming forward to take the gun. "You did great t'night. Yer a natural."
"A natural what?" she asked her eyes narrowing.
"Natural agent," he said. She crossed her arms.
"Sorry, Wisdom, I've seen this life and no thanks."
He knelt in front of her so they were at eye level. "Trust me, it ain't all like this. This is..." he paused shaking his head. "We ain't liked by the government. They want t' shut us down but can't find the means."
"You obviously hate it. Why do you, like, stay here?"
"Because if I left they'd try t' kill me, I `ave nowhere t' go."
Kitty looked down before meeting his eyes. "You could... um... come with me."
Pete smiled at her. "I'll think about it. Now, the bitch is gonna be pissed, I'm already late." He stood. "I'll be back in a few seconds." He walked out and Kitty sighed moving further up folding her legs under her and looking around herself at the room. There was nothing descript about it, except maybe the mess. He came back in after a few minutes. "I `ave t' go fer a little while. They want me t' follow through on a few things."
"I'm going to, like, be stuck here... alone?"
"Don't worry," he told her gently. He ran a hand through her hair gently causing her eyes to widen in shock with the tenderness in that gesture. "I'm not gonna be gone `at long an' I promise you, no one will hurt you with out me killin' `em." She smiled a little.
"Thank you."
"I'm just gonna be gone a couple hours." He pulled something out and her eyes widened. "Sorry, grasshopper but I `ave no choice."
"It's okay," she told him raising her head trying to be brave. He smiled at the gesture and slipped the collar on.
"I'm gonna lock the door, no one else has a key. Yer gonna be fine." She nodded. He walked out and Kitty stretched out on his bed, having nothing better to do, she took a nap. She was awoken when the door to Pete's room banged open. There on the other side stood both Scratch and Shrine.
