Response to reviews:

Xfilesoc: Hey thanks, always nice to talk to another Kitty/Logan fan.

Bladewing: Thanks a lot for the constructive criticism man, appreciate it. I'll try and work on keeping chapter length at an overall good pace.

Deathrosekitty: Whoo, thanks for the fave. Keep up the reviewing and I'll keep up my writing :)

And lastly in response to 'Gulogirl': Oh wow, very kind of you to say that the only reason you 'bothered to read' was to yet again haphazardly attack my story when you didn't even look at the actual chapter. Nice logic there.

And yes, I understand that everyone has there own opinion of who Logan should be paired with, and I too respect that. But you're missing one huge factor here. Not only did I visibly specify that when Kitty and Logan form a relationship, she was in-fact legally of age and in her mid twenty's; I also confirmed that the prologue was years and years into the future. People change; personalities can be manipulated and transformed. Why don't you read the actually summary again sometime; maybe then you can recognize that was what I had initially said my entire plotline would be focusing on.

And who are you to say he's not the dominating type, huh? I'm not even a third into my story and your already condemning Logan's character when I haven't even explained what may have happened to provoke the behavior.

I don't care if for a future reference you ignore this story permanently, I don't care if I ever hear from you again; but Christ, get over yourself. This story should make you think, but not to the point of breakdown in insulting me as a writer. I radically accept all types of criticism (seeing as that's exactly what I'm doing right now) and would appreciate it if you'd stop with trying to put words in my mouth, along with your attempted half-assed mockery.

No disclaimer this time. If you don't know X-men belong to Marvel and not me, then I pity you.

Chapter Three.

Happy Birthday?

Kitty's P.O.V.

It is surely wrong to be this alone on your birthday.

Yes, so today I have finally reached the turning point from adolescence into adulthood. Here I am, now 18, and I can honestly say I don't feel any different. Kind of a disappointment I mean; to be told throughout your entire life that once arriving at this magical age, you'll be rewarded with the gift of self responsibility. But when in reality, all that really changes is your paying the rent and a few other unmentionables.

I don't know what's been wrong with me these last couple of days; It just seems like nothing is fitting into what I want it to fit into. I mean, it hasn't even been one full week since Logan left and I'm already starting to feel lost without him. I miss our occasionally insightful conversations, the overwhelming yet strategic danger room sessions; even the lectures and his excessive parent-like nagging whenever I'd go out Saturday nights.

Jeeze, what a tough week to get through school this has been. You know, senior years new freedoms of self-independence combined with the rigors of academia, it's a wonder I may even graduate now.

Forgive my negativity, but this sickening sadness of mine is like an overwhelming headache; and I need to do something about it.Thankfuly while leaving school and walking through the parking lot to my car this afternoon, I realized that the 62 degree air around me smelled like the ocean. From there I couldn't help but plan to head down to the pier where I remembered Logan taking me for my 'sweet sixteen'. With the surprisingly warm weather and sunny skies, the beach sounded like the perfect, relaxing way to kick off Christmas vacation. Not to mention my birthday.

As I backed out of school, I caught view of Rogue and offered her a lift.

"Appreciate it sugah' but I already got a ride" she said blushing; an emotion which was very unusual coming from her. I also noticed the infamous daydreaming and bubbly look she had about her. You know, the one with "I'm in love" written all over it. Only reason I knew was because I used to feel and act just the same when it came to Lance.

Immediately shaking the thought from my head, I turned my attention back to Rogue and grinned.

"Alright, so who's the lucky guy?" Call me crazy but I always was a little too nosy for my own good when it came to others romantic lives.

"Aw, it's nothing to get excited over, Kit..."

"Yeah right, the smile on your face says otherwise."

"Okay, okay, guilty; ya got me."

I couldn't help but beam, pleased that things were headed in a positive turn of events for her. Seeing as Rogue just got out of a brutal break-up too, I had to give her props for jumping the gun so quickly and giving dating another chance.

"So like, are you going to tell me who your new significant other is or do you plan on keeping it a state secret," I teased.

"You remember John, right?

"Mmm, I'm drawing a blank here. John who?"

"The John also referred to as Pyro..." she mumbled out sensitively.

"Wait, backup a second here. Don't tell me were talking about Brotherhood Pyro?" my jaw dropped, obviously caught off guard.

"The one and only" she smirked.

I closed my eyes and massaged my temples. Just the mention of the Brotherhood gave me a headache.

"Rogue, Rogue, Rogue," I sighed. "I thought we learned from previous relationships with the enemy?"

"Apparently not" She said winking.

"Look, you know I'm happy with whatever works for you."

"Thanks" she began. "Hey, John and me might hit up a movie later down by the drive-in near the dock, wanna join?"

"Sure," I said without thinking. "I was actually planning on heading down there later myself."

"Great, were going to go see that new indie film where Kevin Bacon plays the child-molester."

"Never did loose your morbid side, did you Rogue?" I joked waving her off as a red Mitsubishi with an attractive looking Australian behind the wheel pulled into the parking lot.

"Movie starts at 7 make sure your ass it there on time." She flipped me the finger, laughing as she entered the passenger seat and I stuck out my tongue. Pyro looked confused as he watched us humorously fighting but chose to not ask and instead give a quick peck on Rogues (gloved) hand.

'They look happy' I thought to myself as the two drove off; and I was happy to see they were.

Cranking some tunes I quickly made way onto the highway, and before I knew it, was already pulling into the piers parking lot. With time to kill I walked down to the beach, hoping to maybe catch the sunset before I met up with Rogue and John. Throwing off my shoes, I dipped my feet along the smooth surface of the ocean. Seeing as it was winter, I chose not to walk along the waters coast butstride through the smooth sand instead.

I smiled, for the first time in months feeling completely alive and actually happy to be. With my newly found relief, I started to twirl in circles, just like I was a little kid again; not with a care in the world. It was perfect.

But ironically, unexpectedly and very accidental, I managed to slam right into someone while my back was turned.

The two of us collided and tumbled roughly to the ground; one flying frontward and the other back. "Oh my gosh, like, I'm so sorry," I answered apologetically while helping what appeared to be the man I'd knocked down back up again.

It was then I got a good look at him: laid-back trench coat with cut fingertip gloves, typical bad-boy figure, sunburned chocolate hair, and bottomless crimson eyes I couldn't shake my gaze off from. He then said something about needing to pay more attention himself too.

"Remy thinks he needs to lay off walking and reading at the same time."

My jaw dropped for the second time today; it seemed like I was doing a lot of that lately.

"Chere, yo alright?"

"Hm? Oh yeah, just a little dizzy." I realized we were still holding hands from me helping him up, so I immediately let go and tried to hide my blushing. Too late though; judging by his smirk, he already noticed.

By now the sun was starting to set and the view was absolutely beautiful. I dropped down, cross-legged into the sand, and to my surprise was joined by the mysterious Brotherhood figure I had seen once or twice durring some privious battles.

"What do you want?" I said a little more harshly than intended.

"Enjoying the scenery," He replied. "It's not every day you have a beautiful femme walk right into you." I don't know why, but for some reason I wasn't getting irritated with his petty flirting.

As the two of us sat quietly in the sand, Remy grabbed a book out from his coat pocket and began to read. Seeing as I always have been intrigued with books, I couldn't help but look down to catch its title. "You read Orwell?" I questioned excitedly.

"Oui, that would be what Remy is doing right now." He said sarcastically.

I gave him a glare "You know what I mean."

"He's a favorite author of Remy's."

"No way!"

"Way," he mocked.

"Well excuse me, but you don't seem like the type that would appreciate reading."

"Nice stereotyping, chere."

I bit my lip, he was right."I'm sorry, really, that was impolite of me to say."

"S'okay," He said, standing up from the ground to stretch; offering me a lift. I accepted and was instantly pulled up by strong and rough hands.

Looking at my watch, I mumbled out a few cusses. "Shit, I'm late."

"Late to what?" He questioned considerately.

"Movies; a mini-birthday party for me you could call it."

"Remy's got it then."

"And what exactly have you got?"

"It's only common courtesy to give you a present, and on your birthday no less." He smirked. "Remy thinks he should accompany you, for what party is complete without me after all."

I rolled my eyes at his little ego speech, but for some reason grabbed his hand in mine and pulled us in the direction of the drive in theater. On the way we made small talk about books; all starting from Lewis Carroll to Shakespeare.

I had no idea a member of the brotherhood; my enemy no less,would be so enjoyable to speak with.

While the two of us arrived at the ticket booth, Rogue and John seemed to make perfect timing by showing up as well. "Ey' mate!" John said patting a hand on Gambits shoulder. He nodded his head in acknowledgement to his associate, and then at Rogue. She lightly smiled, but quickly turned her head away from her ex-lover. 'Nice going Kitty' I thought to myself sarcasticly, and reminded to mentally slap myself later for bringing my best friends old boyfriend with me.

After all the tickets were paid for, Rogue then mentioned something about picking up some food for everyone. Remy then signaled he would be back after a quick smoke, which left just me and Pyro.

"So just exactly what did I get myself into this time?" I questioned John as Rogue left to grab some nachos and candy. I remember before we arrived, her pulling me away for a quick private second together. The thought of her telling me she actually valued my judgment in men and wanted me to get to know John was obviously important to Rogue so I thought it wouldn't hurt to strike up some conversation with the guy.

"I heard it's about this convicted sexual abuser to little girls who attempts to rebuild his life after his release which was over a decade in prison," he responded pretty coldly.

"How lovely," I laughed lightly, trying to break the ice with a little attempted humor. But all I got was an awkward stare.

"Well when you think about it, most of us have sexual desires within the areas accepted by society, and so never reflect that we did not choose them. And I think it might have some interesting parts to it considering this movie focuses on the exact opposite. But that's just me."

"Point taken," I say, surprised with the astuteness in how he spoke; looked like there was a lot more to him than meets the eye after all. "You know, with an opinion like that you could easily have a shot at professional critiquing."

"Think so?" He sounded a little bit less irritated at me for intruding on his date now.

"Sure. Speaking of which; got any plans for college?"

He shook his head and frowned.

"You should defiantly make some then," I grin and continue. "Hey, I know it probably means jack shit, but you seem like a really bright guy to me. Intelligence is a hard thing to come by; you, like ,shouldn't waste it."

We met eye contact and I swear for the first time ever I saw him smile. It wasn't soon after that Rogue walked back up to us with 10 dollars worth of food; five dollars of it already in he mouth. Before she could say anything though, I slyly leaned into John's ear and whispered "Take good care of her." I finished with jokingly shaking my fist and he nodded sincerely. It was then I felt I could wholeheartedly believe that despite him being with the Brotherhood; John did have pure intentions.

Less then a split-second later, the red eyed Cajun quickly joined us again after his apparently much needed cigarette break, and the four of us returned back to the drive in. Rogue and John than began laying various blankets in the back of his truck while Gambit and I took the hint and instead chose to sit on top the hood of my car.

I was sitting just close enough to catch his smell- a mix of smoke and alluring cologne. Surprisingly enough I thought it was quite intoxicating. But because this was the closest thing to male contact I've had since my breakup, I was starting to feel a little uncomfortable. Not in the fear sense of things; more of an overwhelming sensation. Passion maybe?

"So how is mon chere doin'?"

"Confused" I reply with a half-smile.

"What about petite?"

I wrinkled my nose hearing him call me one of his little nicknames again. Now I'd never fully admit to it, but they were actually starting to grow on me.

"I don't know, Remy…" I started off softly. "I want to be alone but not lonely. God, I think I'm reverting back to being a little girl. Crying too easily, when I thought I'd gotten thicker skin. Feeling completely helpless. I used to wonder what the meaning of life is... but from what I see now, it's just something that a lot of people take advantage of."

After realizing what exactly had been said, I apologized for rambling but was cut off abruptly with a kiss.

I felt like a deer trapped in the headlights.

"Remy-" I started, but his mouth blocked mine before I could say anymore. I leaned into his arms closing my eyes tightly. He groaned softly pulling me firmly against him. His tongue parted my lips, caressing them, causing me to press even tighter. I couldn't help but abandon myself to the sensations he was creating. He pulled away looking down at me as tried to catch me breath. "Wow," I gasped out.

He smirked.

"Wipe that look off your face Mr. Lebau" My eyes narrowed slightly, "You are so arro-" but he kissed effectively and cut me off a second time. Backing me harder against the car I leaned against it, returning his kiss with all my passion.

Now he was the one left breathless.

"Mon dieu, chere," he groaned pulling my hips closer to his and sliding his hand skillfuly up my skirt.

"No." I somehow managed to murmur out. He immediately paused and returned to gently bind his arms around me. "Remy is sorry, chere."

"No need to apologize," I smile. "Don't get my wrong, I'm not complaining or anything, I'd just like to... take it a little slower I guess."

"Remy would like to see you again petite."

"Course"

He instantly smirked at my reply, flashing that seductively gorgeous smile of his, and I felt myself melt. It wasn't worth hiding anymore; regretting it wouldn't help much either. The truth was out- I was falling for Gambit.

TBC
Authors note: 6 effing' pages! Yeah that's right, this is a long one. Hope all you Remmy/Kitty fans are satisfied. No Logan yet but the next chapter will be entirely in his perspective, ie: why he left and his feelings toward Kitty. On a little side-note, reviews make me write faster :P