Dismal Angel 2010 - Episode 21

Chapter 3: I Don't Believe It

When Remy LeBeau arrived back at the mansion at 4am – after a long walk to do some thinking – he crept up the stairs silently, and down the hallway towards his room, the door was hanging ajar, which he found strange, light spilled out into the hallway from his bedroom. Curiously, he pushed the door open with the tips of his fingers, and watched it swing, and steps inside.

Kitty Pryde was sitting on his bed flicking through one of his Popular Mechanic magazines, she glanced up through her bangs at him. She was sitting wearing a thick powder blue terrycloth robe, she had large stuffed cat slippers on, the whiskers twitching as she tapped her foot absently, "hey," she said casually, she seemed as if she were trying to be breezy but there was an uneasy look on her face.

Remy closed the door behind himself, as so not to disturb anyone else when he spoke, "You do realise you're in the wrong room, don't you?" he asked, "I would have thought the fact that the walls were beige and there's no flowers, frills, scented candles or anything pink in sight MIGHT have tipped you off…"

"I thought it looked a bit bare in here," Kitty feigned an expression of thought, she looked around, "hmmm..." she tossed the magazine aside, she looked around the room absently, but said nothing what so ever. "Okay, so I'm here for another reason – not because I've stumbled into the wrong room."

"How'd you get in?" he asked, he gestured to the door, "pick the lock?"

"Actually, no," Kitty raised her eyebrows, "you left it unlocked – which is kind of unlike you 'cause I know you're pretty private about your room – so actually, I got in USING the door – which like I say, was unlocked for some reason. But say for instance you had been out, I might have phased through…" she explained.

"Damn…I left the door unlocked?" he asked.

"Probably inadvertently, I saw you rushing out of the mansion around nine pm, you looked like you were in a hurry."

"If you came here for sex, you're definitely overdressed, and the cat slippers just aren't doin' it for me, I'm sorry," he joked half heartedly as he looked her over, he took off his coat and slung it over the back of a chair. "Plus…I don't think I could let a pregnant lady take advantage of me in her condition, it might be too much for her to handle, baby might end up with a bashed in head or something, y'know?" he added.

"Ha ha," Kitty said in disdain, "As if, Remy LeBeau," she then made a face.

"Why aren't you in bed, you ARE aware how late it is, right?"

"I need to talk to you…and actually," she sighed, "sex is kind of what I wanted to talk to you about…"

"Oh?" he asked, he yanked his t-shirt off and threw it in a heap of dirty laundry.

Kitty sighed, "Piotr wants to have sex…"

"And you don't?" Remy asked, he sat on the edge of his bed and took his boots off, waiting for a response.

Kitty sniffed, "kind of…but…it's not fair to, is it?"

"What's not fair? You're horny, he's horny, what's the problem?"

"I mean…the baby…" Kitty reminded.

"As if I'd forget," Remy kicked his shoes aside, "Kitty…nothin's gonna happen to the baby."

"No, I mean…it's not fair to Piotr. When things get…sexual…that's when the relationship hits its serious point…and I can't get serious with him until he knows about this kid."

"So don't let it get sexual then…" Remy shrugged.

"Okay, that's EASY for you to say," Kitty remarked, "you didn't see the look on his face when I told him I wasn't ready. He was hurt, Remy, he looked like he was trying to be brave, but he wasn't happy – and neither was I. I don't know if I can just keep up with the excuse of 'I'm not ready' until I get up the nerve to tell him."

"You'll come up with another excuse, god knows, I've heard enough in my life, surely a girl as smart as you can think of one or two."

"Like?"

"I don't know," Remy tried to think, "Periods. Girl's ALWAYS use that excuse – or maybe it isn't an excuse – for not having sex. And let's face it, guys don't wanna make love with a woman who's bleedin' all over the place."

"That's plenty," Kitty made a face, "but…maybe it would work."

"I imagine so…just make sure you only use the excuse for a realistic length of time. When I was eighteen I dated a girl who used the same excuse for a month…and I kept just pretending to believe it even though I knew better…" he shrugged, "but Piotr is probably the kind of guy who would mention that if you used the excuse for as long as the girl I knew did."

"Okay…so…that'll buy me around five days at least…" Kitty decided.

"Petit…" Remy turned to her, "You better tell him soon, you don't wanna be tellin' him you've had a baby while you got the thing's mouth attached to one boob."

"Look I don't even know if I want to HAVE this kid…" Kitty confessed looking thoroughly ashamed.

"I thought you didn't believe in abortion."

"I don't…but…I can't have a kid, I'm twenty three…I'm too young…I'm not mature enough, I don't have a stable life, I'm in danger every other week…" Kitty sighed, "I just…I don't think it would be fair to the kid…I mean it'd be loved and all but…with all this stuff with Sinister, and Magneto…the clones…we don't know if we'll ever be ambushed again…I wouldn't want a baby being brought into it…"

Remy sighed, he really was too tired to listen, but forced himself to continue on being there for her in time of need.

Kitty chewed her lip, "This kind of thing isn't meant to happen to people like me, it's meant to happen to people like…I don't know…Tabitha…or whoever…just not me"

Remy rubbed his forehead, he had a throbbing headache, and his ears were still slightly ringing. "Bein' pregnant doesn't make you a bad person…it doesn't name you a whore nor strip you of your honour," Remy sighed, "despite your plans, your ideas, your intelligence and your powers, you're still human – and that's something you want to keep a hold of…without it, what else do you have? It's a human thing to make mistakes…no one's perfect. Take it from me…I've made plenty."

Kitty sighed, "I guess you're right…but what am I gonna do, Remy?" she asked close to tears.

"I can't make that decision for you, Petit. It's your life…it's your baby…" he reminded, he wished he had not been dragged into this conversation, he could never live if he gave her any kind of advice on the subject.

"I don't WANT it," Kitty broke into sobs, she put her hands to her face.

Remy wished there was something he could to make all this right, but he couldn't solve Kitty's problems. He couldn't even solve his own. He needed Rogue, Rogue was a woman, she'd be able to relate to this somehow, she had a more tender way of dealing with things, she'd know what to do.

Remy drew his breath, trying to force his headache to the back of his mind and he pulled her to him in a hug, "it'll get better, Petit. It'll get better."

"Where've you been, anyway?" Kitty asked, sniffling, she tried to pull herself together, she dried her tears on her sleeve.

"Following Carol – again," he answered, he ran his fingers through his hair absently, he sat back on his bed against the pillows, legs hanging off of the bed, "Petit, the woman is driving me mad. She has no fucking intentions of letting go of Rogue's body, and I don't know how much longer I can see the body of my woman bein' flaunted around nightclubs like some stripper at a bachelor party."

"I used to think Rogue was daring for wearing cropped tops, Carol barely wears anything, and half the time I KNOW she's not even wearin' underwear."

"Petit, please," Remy put his hands up in defence, "I haven't had sex in ten fucking months, eight fucking days, eleven fucking hours, fifteen fucking minutes and three fucking seconds, please don't be talkin' about Rogue wearin' no underwear."

Kitty smirked, "No underwear, as in NO bra, and NO panties…not even a thong. It's kind of disturbing."

"Petit, this is so unfair…you're gonna give me guy pains," He clenched his teeth.

"You don't want to be sitting opposite Carol when she's wearin' a skirt," Kitty remarked, "do you remember that Sharon Stone 'Basic Instinct' thing? Well Carol is even MORE graphic than that…"

Remy grabbed a pillow and put it over his head, "I'm not hearing this."

Kitty paused, "you ACTUALLY keep tabs of how long you have sex by month, day, hour and second?!" she demanded, her eyes were wide, but still puffy from her tears.

"Hey, my calculating skills are worth the C I got in math, you know," Remy said quite proudly, "Now if you don't mind, could you leave my room already? I need to go take a very, VERY cold shower.

Kitty got up, "Alright, alright," she dried her face again, just to make sure the tears were gone, "night, Remy…" she said, and she staggered off to the door tiredly, opened it and slipped out into the hall. She didn't expect to run into Piotr, who had been heading towards his own room after having been to the kitchen.

"Kitty…" Piotr said in surprise.

"Oh…hi," Kitty said softly.

"You…uh…why are you coming out of Remy's room at four in the morning?" Piotr asked concernedly.

"I was saying goodnight…I actually had to tell him something…" Kitty explained.

Piotr sighed, "Right…I should have none…" he shook his head, he frowned at her.

"Huh? Oh wait a minute…you don't think---I mean---" she swallowed, "You don't seriously BELIEVE that I've been having sex with HIM do you…?"

"I do not know what to believe, Kitty…all I DO believe is that something is very wrong – and you spend far too much time with that man for nothing to be going on…"

"But…" Kitty gaped.

"Goodnight, Kitty," Piotr said coldly, he stepped into his room, and slammed the door, the wall seemed to rattle and creak as he did so.

Kitty stood in complete silence dumbfounded. "I…don't believe it..."