Author's Note- I don't remember if Jardine had a wife or what her name was
so, because I'm too lazy to look I'm going to say he does and make up a
name. I do remember he has a daughter named Amanda and that Pete saved her
life, taking a bullet for her when they just met and he had no clue as to
who she was.
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Running Away
~*~
Making use of all this time
Keeping everything inside
Close my eyes and listen to you cry
I'm lifting you up
I'm letting you down
I'm dancing til dawn
I'm fooling around
I'm not giving up
I'm making your love
This city's made us crazy and we must get out
-Maroon 5
~*~
"Pete's going to kill us," Shrine said.
"You scared, then leave," Scratch said. "Wisdom ain't sharin'. That's not a very good teammate." He smirked looking at Kitty who had leapt up and backed towards the wall. She was giving every impression of being helpless, but you didn't do training sessions with Logan and learn nothing. As soon as he got within range she struck, a well-aimed kick took him to the ground.
She ran for the door but a current of electricity hit her forcing her to her knees. She was grabbed and thrown against the wall. She fell to her side but leapt back up only to be backslapped. This time when she fell Scratch pinned her to the floor. "Tsk, tsk, didn't Wisdom teach ya better than that?" he sneered. Kitty struggled. He lowered his head and kissed her. She bit him hard enough that she could taste blood. "Bitch!" He backslapped her again.
"Scratch, Pete sees her banged up like that-" he left that thought unfinished. "I'm out of here." He left. Scratch stared down at her smirking. He suddenly grabbed one of her breasts fondling it so roughly she was sure she'd have bruises. She whimpered and tried to get away from him. This time he punched her in the stomach. Kitty gasped and cried out softly.
"Listen up, every time you fight I'm gonna hit you. I suggest you just lay back."
"Go to hell," Kitty said the utter disdain and anger in her voice would have made Rogue proud.
"Poor deluded Kitty-Cat," he said in mock-dismay. "You obviously don't get the seriousness of this. Perhaps I should better help you understand." He yanked her shirt over her head.
"When Pete finds out..."
"He'll kill me, yes, so I've heard." He ground himself against her roughly against her as his hand ripped her bra off. Kitty's head was spinning, this couldn't be happening. Not like this. She struggled but noticed that all that did was turn him on.
She laid still waiting for the moment that he would let down his guard. "Good girl," he said with a cold smile. His hand reached for the zipper of her skirt and she struck kicking out, knocking him off of her. She jumped up and once again ran for the open door. He tackled her and she kicked out backwards catching him in the chest.
She turned and dropped into a fighting stance. "You forgot something important," he sneered. His powers hit her forcing her back against the wall. He was on her in a second but then fell back. Kitty looked and saw Pete behind her.
Pete winced seeing her face already swelling and that her nose was bleeding. "Oh, bloody hell, wot did he do t' you?" He came forward and started to take her into his arms when she flinched back. "Sorry. Listen, I'm gonna be right back." She shook her head sliding down the wall.
The look Pete gave her was gentle as he moved slightly away. "Pryde, I'm not leavin' the buildin' I need t' get rid of him. He ain't dead." She still shook her head. Pete sighed kneeling down.
"Listen, grasshopper, how's this?" He reached towards her, ignoring her flinch, and took the collar off. "If anyone tries t' touch you just phase, okay?" She nodded not speaking. Pete grabbed Scratch and drug him out of the room. Kitty collapsed on the floor sobbing. She stayed like that a few seconds before grabbing her discarded clothes and putting them on. Pete came back a few seconds later and looked at her seriously. "Pryde, we need t' go now."
"What?" she asked standing shocked out of her reverie. "What's wrong?"
"They've decided that yer too much of a liability t' keep around. I'm supposed t' be killin' ya t'night. I tol' `em `at I wanted t' `ave some fun first so we `ave an hour or so."
"Where are we going to go?"
"Fer t'night one o' me mates'll put us up," he said packing a bag quickly. He took Kitty's arm. "Ready?"
"I... guess."
"Good. Phase us out, grasshopper." She obeyed and they phased outside. Pete kept a hold of her hand as he led her to a car. He threw the bag inside and they took off.
"I can't believe you're doing this."
"Wot? Did ya think I'd just let `em kill ya? C'mon, give me more credit than that." Kitty looked down briefly.
"It's not that, I didn't think you'd, like, let me die but I also didn't think you'd risk your own life for me."
"It's a job wot needed doin'," Pete shrugged saying that with absolute certainty. They drove for almost two hours before getting into London. He pulled up in front of a decent looking house. "C'mon." He grabbed his bag and led her to the door. He knocked and an elderly man answered.
The man blinked in surprise. "What happened to you lot?" he asked. "Get the girl in here, Wisdom." Gently taking Kitty's arm, Pete directed her inside. "Black Air?"
"Yeah," Pete said taking Kitty into the living room. "Scratch."
"I'm not surprised. That damn sociopath. Do you need medical attention, kid?" Kitty shook her head numbly. "Pete?"
"I `aven't checked her out."
"I'll call a doctor."
"No," Kitty said vehemently.
"Ya need someone t' check you out, grasshopper," Pete said gently. "I ain't a doctor an' neither is Jardine here. I don't want ya dyin' o' an internal injury right after savin' you. I'm callin' a doctor. I know `er. She's trustworthy."
"I just..." Kitty trailed off tears filling her eyes. "It hurts."
"Another reason t' get her here, Kitty." She looked into his eyes surprised by him using her first name.
"Okay," she agreed reluctantly. Pete pulled out his cell-phone. A few seconds of talking and he hung up.
"We were lucky," he announced. "She's in town." A woman roughly around the man's age walked down the stairs.
"Pete," she said pleased. She stopped in her tracks. "Oh my..."
"Liza," Pete nodded.
"What happened?" the woman asked coming forward.
"She was hurt," Pete said.
"That much is obvious." There was a knock on the door. Jardine stood and answered it.
"Please come in, Dr. MacTaggart," he said politely.
"Alright, Wisdom, ye Sassenach, why in the bloody hell did ye wake me up?" she demanded. She stopped when she saw Kitty. "What happened?" she asked her voice almost cold making the already terrified Kitty flinch.
"Honestly, I don't know," Pete admitted. "All I know is `at Scratch attacked her."
"Well, come on, Wisdom, help her upstairs."
"I can, like, go fine by my-" she actually tried to get up. "Ow." Pete lifted her into his arms and carried her up the stairs to the guest bedroom. He laid her gently on the bed.
"Should I leave?" Pete asked.
"No," Kitty said.
Pete looked at Moira who shrugged. "It's her choice, why'd she want ye around A don't know." When she turned to Kitty her voice and eyes were gentler. "You're gonna have tae take off your shirt, lass." Kitty nodded numbly and took off the shirt wincing in pain. "Looks like ye might have some broken ribs."
Later
"Just minor things, other then the broken ribs. All her vitals are normal, get her to the hospital immediately if she starts to feel really nauseous or dizzy," Moira instructed.
"Thank you," Pete said.
"A did it for the girl ye Sassenach."
"I know that, Scottish Harradin, I was just bein' polite," Pete snapped back. Moira gave him one last glare and walked away.
"You two totally seem to get along," Kitty whispered.
"Do ya want t' get dressed?" Kitty nodded. "Should I get Liza?"
"I guess," Kitty said, Pete had just seen pretty much all of her but the thought of *willingly* letting him have a free show was a bit embarrassing. He left and the woman came in.
"What do you want to change into?" Liza asked.
"I guess one of his shirts," Kitty said remembering how comfortable they were. She nodded and got one helping Kitty into the shirt.
"Is there anything that I can get you?"
"No, thank you though," Kitty said. Pete came back in after Liza left.
"I'm gonna be downstairs if ya need me, okay?"
"Stay," Kitty pleased. "I don't want to be alone." He hesitated visibly before taking off his shoes and climbing into bed with her. She turned cautiously and laid her head on his chest sobbing softly. Pete held her gently to him softly whispering to her as she cried herself to sleep.
The next day
"Now where are we going?" Kitty asked after they had gotten up and she took a shower. Pete looked at her and winced at the bruises covering her face.
"I `ave a cabin out o' town," Pete said as he packed his bag. "Black Air doesn't know about it."
"Why can't we, like, get back to the Institute?" Kitty asked.
"Right now it ain't safe," Pete told her gently. He walked out throwing the bag in the back. "If we try t' get out o' the country they'll catch us. We `ave t' wait a few weeks."
"A few weeks stuck with you in a cabin in the forest," Kitty stated flatly.
"Yes." Jardine and Liza came out.
"Are you sure you won't stay?" Jardine asked.
"Don't want t' put you and Liza in danger," Pete said. The two shook hands. "Thank you fer everythin'." Pete then went around opening Kitty's door for her. "Here ya go, grasshopper." She got in and he shut the door.
"Pete, if ya need anythin'."
"I'll call you or John," Pete said. "Thanks again, mate."
"Any time," Liza said. "Take care." Pete got into the car and within minutes they were on the road. They drove in silence until Kitty spoke up.
"Could you, like, turn on the radio?" Kitty asked. He obeyed and soon he had on a station of eighties rock. Kitty rolled her eyes and closed her eyes. Pete noticed her shivering in her sleep and pulled over to take off his trench coat, covering her with it. He pulled back onto the road.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Running Away
~*~
Making use of all this time
Keeping everything inside
Close my eyes and listen to you cry
I'm lifting you up
I'm letting you down
I'm dancing til dawn
I'm fooling around
I'm not giving up
I'm making your love
This city's made us crazy and we must get out
-Maroon 5
~*~
"Pete's going to kill us," Shrine said.
"You scared, then leave," Scratch said. "Wisdom ain't sharin'. That's not a very good teammate." He smirked looking at Kitty who had leapt up and backed towards the wall. She was giving every impression of being helpless, but you didn't do training sessions with Logan and learn nothing. As soon as he got within range she struck, a well-aimed kick took him to the ground.
She ran for the door but a current of electricity hit her forcing her to her knees. She was grabbed and thrown against the wall. She fell to her side but leapt back up only to be backslapped. This time when she fell Scratch pinned her to the floor. "Tsk, tsk, didn't Wisdom teach ya better than that?" he sneered. Kitty struggled. He lowered his head and kissed her. She bit him hard enough that she could taste blood. "Bitch!" He backslapped her again.
"Scratch, Pete sees her banged up like that-" he left that thought unfinished. "I'm out of here." He left. Scratch stared down at her smirking. He suddenly grabbed one of her breasts fondling it so roughly she was sure she'd have bruises. She whimpered and tried to get away from him. This time he punched her in the stomach. Kitty gasped and cried out softly.
"Listen up, every time you fight I'm gonna hit you. I suggest you just lay back."
"Go to hell," Kitty said the utter disdain and anger in her voice would have made Rogue proud.
"Poor deluded Kitty-Cat," he said in mock-dismay. "You obviously don't get the seriousness of this. Perhaps I should better help you understand." He yanked her shirt over her head.
"When Pete finds out..."
"He'll kill me, yes, so I've heard." He ground himself against her roughly against her as his hand ripped her bra off. Kitty's head was spinning, this couldn't be happening. Not like this. She struggled but noticed that all that did was turn him on.
She laid still waiting for the moment that he would let down his guard. "Good girl," he said with a cold smile. His hand reached for the zipper of her skirt and she struck kicking out, knocking him off of her. She jumped up and once again ran for the open door. He tackled her and she kicked out backwards catching him in the chest.
She turned and dropped into a fighting stance. "You forgot something important," he sneered. His powers hit her forcing her back against the wall. He was on her in a second but then fell back. Kitty looked and saw Pete behind her.
Pete winced seeing her face already swelling and that her nose was bleeding. "Oh, bloody hell, wot did he do t' you?" He came forward and started to take her into his arms when she flinched back. "Sorry. Listen, I'm gonna be right back." She shook her head sliding down the wall.
The look Pete gave her was gentle as he moved slightly away. "Pryde, I'm not leavin' the buildin' I need t' get rid of him. He ain't dead." She still shook her head. Pete sighed kneeling down.
"Listen, grasshopper, how's this?" He reached towards her, ignoring her flinch, and took the collar off. "If anyone tries t' touch you just phase, okay?" She nodded not speaking. Pete grabbed Scratch and drug him out of the room. Kitty collapsed on the floor sobbing. She stayed like that a few seconds before grabbing her discarded clothes and putting them on. Pete came back a few seconds later and looked at her seriously. "Pryde, we need t' go now."
"What?" she asked standing shocked out of her reverie. "What's wrong?"
"They've decided that yer too much of a liability t' keep around. I'm supposed t' be killin' ya t'night. I tol' `em `at I wanted t' `ave some fun first so we `ave an hour or so."
"Where are we going to go?"
"Fer t'night one o' me mates'll put us up," he said packing a bag quickly. He took Kitty's arm. "Ready?"
"I... guess."
"Good. Phase us out, grasshopper." She obeyed and they phased outside. Pete kept a hold of her hand as he led her to a car. He threw the bag inside and they took off.
"I can't believe you're doing this."
"Wot? Did ya think I'd just let `em kill ya? C'mon, give me more credit than that." Kitty looked down briefly.
"It's not that, I didn't think you'd, like, let me die but I also didn't think you'd risk your own life for me."
"It's a job wot needed doin'," Pete shrugged saying that with absolute certainty. They drove for almost two hours before getting into London. He pulled up in front of a decent looking house. "C'mon." He grabbed his bag and led her to the door. He knocked and an elderly man answered.
The man blinked in surprise. "What happened to you lot?" he asked. "Get the girl in here, Wisdom." Gently taking Kitty's arm, Pete directed her inside. "Black Air?"
"Yeah," Pete said taking Kitty into the living room. "Scratch."
"I'm not surprised. That damn sociopath. Do you need medical attention, kid?" Kitty shook her head numbly. "Pete?"
"I `aven't checked her out."
"I'll call a doctor."
"No," Kitty said vehemently.
"Ya need someone t' check you out, grasshopper," Pete said gently. "I ain't a doctor an' neither is Jardine here. I don't want ya dyin' o' an internal injury right after savin' you. I'm callin' a doctor. I know `er. She's trustworthy."
"I just..." Kitty trailed off tears filling her eyes. "It hurts."
"Another reason t' get her here, Kitty." She looked into his eyes surprised by him using her first name.
"Okay," she agreed reluctantly. Pete pulled out his cell-phone. A few seconds of talking and he hung up.
"We were lucky," he announced. "She's in town." A woman roughly around the man's age walked down the stairs.
"Pete," she said pleased. She stopped in her tracks. "Oh my..."
"Liza," Pete nodded.
"What happened?" the woman asked coming forward.
"She was hurt," Pete said.
"That much is obvious." There was a knock on the door. Jardine stood and answered it.
"Please come in, Dr. MacTaggart," he said politely.
"Alright, Wisdom, ye Sassenach, why in the bloody hell did ye wake me up?" she demanded. She stopped when she saw Kitty. "What happened?" she asked her voice almost cold making the already terrified Kitty flinch.
"Honestly, I don't know," Pete admitted. "All I know is `at Scratch attacked her."
"Well, come on, Wisdom, help her upstairs."
"I can, like, go fine by my-" she actually tried to get up. "Ow." Pete lifted her into his arms and carried her up the stairs to the guest bedroom. He laid her gently on the bed.
"Should I leave?" Pete asked.
"No," Kitty said.
Pete looked at Moira who shrugged. "It's her choice, why'd she want ye around A don't know." When she turned to Kitty her voice and eyes were gentler. "You're gonna have tae take off your shirt, lass." Kitty nodded numbly and took off the shirt wincing in pain. "Looks like ye might have some broken ribs."
Later
"Just minor things, other then the broken ribs. All her vitals are normal, get her to the hospital immediately if she starts to feel really nauseous or dizzy," Moira instructed.
"Thank you," Pete said.
"A did it for the girl ye Sassenach."
"I know that, Scottish Harradin, I was just bein' polite," Pete snapped back. Moira gave him one last glare and walked away.
"You two totally seem to get along," Kitty whispered.
"Do ya want t' get dressed?" Kitty nodded. "Should I get Liza?"
"I guess," Kitty said, Pete had just seen pretty much all of her but the thought of *willingly* letting him have a free show was a bit embarrassing. He left and the woman came in.
"What do you want to change into?" Liza asked.
"I guess one of his shirts," Kitty said remembering how comfortable they were. She nodded and got one helping Kitty into the shirt.
"Is there anything that I can get you?"
"No, thank you though," Kitty said. Pete came back in after Liza left.
"I'm gonna be downstairs if ya need me, okay?"
"Stay," Kitty pleased. "I don't want to be alone." He hesitated visibly before taking off his shoes and climbing into bed with her. She turned cautiously and laid her head on his chest sobbing softly. Pete held her gently to him softly whispering to her as she cried herself to sleep.
The next day
"Now where are we going?" Kitty asked after they had gotten up and she took a shower. Pete looked at her and winced at the bruises covering her face.
"I `ave a cabin out o' town," Pete said as he packed his bag. "Black Air doesn't know about it."
"Why can't we, like, get back to the Institute?" Kitty asked.
"Right now it ain't safe," Pete told her gently. He walked out throwing the bag in the back. "If we try t' get out o' the country they'll catch us. We `ave t' wait a few weeks."
"A few weeks stuck with you in a cabin in the forest," Kitty stated flatly.
"Yes." Jardine and Liza came out.
"Are you sure you won't stay?" Jardine asked.
"Don't want t' put you and Liza in danger," Pete said. The two shook hands. "Thank you fer everythin'." Pete then went around opening Kitty's door for her. "Here ya go, grasshopper." She got in and he shut the door.
"Pete, if ya need anythin'."
"I'll call you or John," Pete said. "Thanks again, mate."
"Any time," Liza said. "Take care." Pete got into the car and within minutes they were on the road. They drove in silence until Kitty spoke up.
"Could you, like, turn on the radio?" Kitty asked. He obeyed and soon he had on a station of eighties rock. Kitty rolled her eyes and closed her eyes. Pete noticed her shivering in her sleep and pulled over to take off his trench coat, covering her with it. He pulled back onto the road.
