A Botched Mission
~*~
Hold on
Hold on to yourself
For this is going to hurt like hell.
Hold on
Hold on to yourself
You know that only time will tell
What is it in me that refuses to believe?
-Sarah McLachlan
~*~
Kitty took Remy's hand and phased both of them into the museum. "Okay, chat, you stand at de door and tell Remy if anyone's comin'."
"You're just trying to keep me out of the way," Kitty protested. He leaned down and kissed her long and hard until she lost her breath. "Keep that up and I'm going to drag you back to the hotel."
"Ah, chére," Remy murmured huskily. "How Remy wishes we could do dat. Ten minutes, petite. If Remy ain't back by den you leave, understood?"
"But-"
"Kit, you have to promise me."
"Fine," Kitty said reluctantly.
Remy rolled his eyes. "Why do Ah not believe dat?" He kissed her once more before slipping his duster over her shoulders and melting into the background. Kitty stepped into the shadows. Ten minutes passed.
She chewed on her lower lip nervously. She started to go to find him when she heard an explosion then a couple gunshots. With no thought other than Remy she ran towards the sound and was greeted with a terrible sight, Remy lay face down on the floor with the French police around him. She wanted nothing more than to go to him but knew that she couldn't help him now.
"Il était mort," one policeman said confidently. Kitty knew enough French to understand that 'he's dead.'
"No," Kitty whispered. They began to talk some more before one got out a cell phone. Kitty phased through the wall and ran back to the hotel.
"Sheila?" John asked as she ran into the lobby where they were waiting. She was shaking and starting to cry.
"He's dead," she sobbed.
"Who's dead?" Wanda asked a sick feeling growing in her stomach. She already knew who but was praying that her thought was wrong.
"Remy," Kitty whispered. "They- they must have caught him... and they killed him."
"Shh," Wanda said. She led the distraught Kitty upstairs. "Now, tell us what happened."
They gave Kitty some time to calm down so that she was able to speak. "He told me to wait..." Kitty told them about what had happened. They listened in varying degrees of horror.
"We have to get out of here," John said decisively. "They may have a tape that shows ya. Pack and meet me in the lobby." They split up. Kitty kept herself together while she packed and they got onto the plane. She was even able to help Wanda fly the plane.
Once they had landed and she was safely in her room she burst into tears. She just couldn't believe that this had happened like this. She had just realized that she loved him and now he was gone, forever. /This can't be real,/ she thought. She laid there sobbing and hoping that she was going to wake up in his arms. She cried herself to sleep and was awaken by Wanda.
"Kitty, you have to go," Wanda whispered as the Valley-Girl's red-rimmed eyes focused on her.
"What's wrong?" Kitty asked softly.
Wanda paused before answering. "It's my father... he blames you for what happened. He says that you should have never left Remy. I'll try to get your things to the mansion but you have to go."
"Why'd you help me?" Kitty asked as she slipped Remy's duster back on and stood.
"I don't know," Wanda admitted. "I guess I've started thinking of you as a friend. Now get your ass out of here, Pryde."
"Thanks, Wanda," Kitty said phasing out of the house and air-walking to the ground. She ran to the gate and phased through it. Much to her shock Logan sat there on his bike.
"How did you know?" she asked.
"Wanda called," Logan said easily smelling the salt from her tears. All Wanda had told him was that Kitty needed him. "Get on, Half-Pint." Kitty climbed on behind him and he took off stopping on the road just before the Institute. "What happened, pum'kin?" Kitty relaxed slightly knowing both by his tone and the nickname that he wasn't angry anymore.
"Remy's dead," she whispered. Her tone and the scent he had caught from her earlier told all. Logan got off the bike and enveloped the younger girl into his arms. The comforting feel of the man she looked upon as a father's arms around her was all it took for Kitty to start crying again.
"It's gonna be okay, Kitty," he whispered. "Shh..." After she had calmed a little he started the motorcycle back up and drove the two of them home. Scott and Jean were both in the foyer when they got there.
Scott straightened when he saw Kitty walking in. "Where in the hell have you been?!"
"Stuff it, Scooter," Logan snapped wrapping a protective arm around the trembling Kitty. "She's been through enough." Scott's mouth dropped open. Logan had torn the Danger Room apart when he found out where Kitty had run away to. Now he was acting as though it hadn't happened. "Go ahead upstairs, half-pint, and get some sleep."
"Thanks, Logan," Kitty said giving the feral X-Man a hug. She walked up the stairs and to her room.
"Explanation?" Scott asked.
"It ain't my place," Logan shrugged.
"Of course," Scott said rolling his eyes.
"If she wants you to know she'll tell you," Logan growled.
Paris
Remy came to in a small dingy cell. He looked around himself and said only one word. "Merde."
~*~
Hold on
Hold on to yourself
For this is going to hurt like hell.
Hold on
Hold on to yourself
You know that only time will tell
What is it in me that refuses to believe?
-Sarah McLachlan
~*~
Kitty took Remy's hand and phased both of them into the museum. "Okay, chat, you stand at de door and tell Remy if anyone's comin'."
"You're just trying to keep me out of the way," Kitty protested. He leaned down and kissed her long and hard until she lost her breath. "Keep that up and I'm going to drag you back to the hotel."
"Ah, chére," Remy murmured huskily. "How Remy wishes we could do dat. Ten minutes, petite. If Remy ain't back by den you leave, understood?"
"But-"
"Kit, you have to promise me."
"Fine," Kitty said reluctantly.
Remy rolled his eyes. "Why do Ah not believe dat?" He kissed her once more before slipping his duster over her shoulders and melting into the background. Kitty stepped into the shadows. Ten minutes passed.
She chewed on her lower lip nervously. She started to go to find him when she heard an explosion then a couple gunshots. With no thought other than Remy she ran towards the sound and was greeted with a terrible sight, Remy lay face down on the floor with the French police around him. She wanted nothing more than to go to him but knew that she couldn't help him now.
"Il était mort," one policeman said confidently. Kitty knew enough French to understand that 'he's dead.'
"No," Kitty whispered. They began to talk some more before one got out a cell phone. Kitty phased through the wall and ran back to the hotel.
"Sheila?" John asked as she ran into the lobby where they were waiting. She was shaking and starting to cry.
"He's dead," she sobbed.
"Who's dead?" Wanda asked a sick feeling growing in her stomach. She already knew who but was praying that her thought was wrong.
"Remy," Kitty whispered. "They- they must have caught him... and they killed him."
"Shh," Wanda said. She led the distraught Kitty upstairs. "Now, tell us what happened."
They gave Kitty some time to calm down so that she was able to speak. "He told me to wait..." Kitty told them about what had happened. They listened in varying degrees of horror.
"We have to get out of here," John said decisively. "They may have a tape that shows ya. Pack and meet me in the lobby." They split up. Kitty kept herself together while she packed and they got onto the plane. She was even able to help Wanda fly the plane.
Once they had landed and she was safely in her room she burst into tears. She just couldn't believe that this had happened like this. She had just realized that she loved him and now he was gone, forever. /This can't be real,/ she thought. She laid there sobbing and hoping that she was going to wake up in his arms. She cried herself to sleep and was awaken by Wanda.
"Kitty, you have to go," Wanda whispered as the Valley-Girl's red-rimmed eyes focused on her.
"What's wrong?" Kitty asked softly.
Wanda paused before answering. "It's my father... he blames you for what happened. He says that you should have never left Remy. I'll try to get your things to the mansion but you have to go."
"Why'd you help me?" Kitty asked as she slipped Remy's duster back on and stood.
"I don't know," Wanda admitted. "I guess I've started thinking of you as a friend. Now get your ass out of here, Pryde."
"Thanks, Wanda," Kitty said phasing out of the house and air-walking to the ground. She ran to the gate and phased through it. Much to her shock Logan sat there on his bike.
"How did you know?" she asked.
"Wanda called," Logan said easily smelling the salt from her tears. All Wanda had told him was that Kitty needed him. "Get on, Half-Pint." Kitty climbed on behind him and he took off stopping on the road just before the Institute. "What happened, pum'kin?" Kitty relaxed slightly knowing both by his tone and the nickname that he wasn't angry anymore.
"Remy's dead," she whispered. Her tone and the scent he had caught from her earlier told all. Logan got off the bike and enveloped the younger girl into his arms. The comforting feel of the man she looked upon as a father's arms around her was all it took for Kitty to start crying again.
"It's gonna be okay, Kitty," he whispered. "Shh..." After she had calmed a little he started the motorcycle back up and drove the two of them home. Scott and Jean were both in the foyer when they got there.
Scott straightened when he saw Kitty walking in. "Where in the hell have you been?!"
"Stuff it, Scooter," Logan snapped wrapping a protective arm around the trembling Kitty. "She's been through enough." Scott's mouth dropped open. Logan had torn the Danger Room apart when he found out where Kitty had run away to. Now he was acting as though it hadn't happened. "Go ahead upstairs, half-pint, and get some sleep."
"Thanks, Logan," Kitty said giving the feral X-Man a hug. She walked up the stairs and to her room.
"Explanation?" Scott asked.
"It ain't my place," Logan shrugged.
"Of course," Scott said rolling his eyes.
"If she wants you to know she'll tell you," Logan growled.
Paris
Remy came to in a small dingy cell. He looked around himself and said only one word. "Merde."