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A/N: Um, I'll try to not make this chapter suck. But I can't promise anything.
Chapter 4
Grounded
Wolverine was in the professor's office glaring at the clock and not paying a bit of attention to what the Professor was talking about. The Professor, sensing Wolverine's lack of attention and irritability stopped talking.
"Storm, would you please go make sure all the New Recruits are in their rooms?" the Professor asked.
"Of course." She said, and she stood up and left.
"Logan, I'm sure Kitty is fine. I trust her,"
"It's not her I don't trust, Chuck, it's…"
"And I trust Lance. Logan, Lance is not as bad a person as you think. He cares for Kitty, and whether you like it or not, she cares for him as well." The Professor said.
"But he's working for the enemy." Wolverine growled.
"That does not mean that we can't except him. Everyone deserves a second chance, Logan." The Professor said, and he left the room.
"Well, this was his second chance…And he just blew it." Wolverine said as the clock read 10:05 p.m.
Kitty had fallen asleep again and the other three had returned about an hour earlier. Lance had carried Kitty upstairs and laid her on his bed so that she wouldn't be bothered.
Lance was currently in the shower when he heard a loud crash coming from the downstairs. He only rolled his eyes trying not to think of what those idiots had broken this time. Unbeknownst to him, Wolverine had just knocked down the door when they refused to answer it.
"Where is she?" he growled at Pietro, Toad, and Blob.
"Where's who?" Pietro asked, playing dumb.
"Don't make me hurt you, bub." Wolverine said, stepping closer to him.
"Right, like you could catch me." Pietro said, and then he was gone.
"Don't look at me, yo. I haven't seen her." Toad said, going back over to the couch.
"I haven't seen her either." Blob said, sitting down by Toad.
Wolverine heard the shower on upstairs and headed for the stairs. He could smell Kitty, and he knew exactly what room she was in. Just as he opened the door, Lance came out of the bathroom with nothing but boxers on.
A staring contest took place after that. Then Wolverine glanced over to Lance's bed where Kitty was still sound asleep in Lance's clothes.
"You've got some explaining to do, bub." Wolverine growled, extending his 'claws'.
Lance was at a loss for words. He just stood there like an idiot hoping that Kitty would wake up. Was it really that late? He wondered. Then he glanced at the clock and saw that it was 11 p.m.
"Well?" Wolverine said.
"We were watching a movie and she fell asleep." Lance said calmly.
"I bet. So, where's the TV?"
"We were watching it downstairs."
"So how did she get up here?" Wolverine asked, moving closer to Lance with each question.
"I carried her, because I didn't want the idiots downstairs to wake her up." Lance said, unconsciously moving backward until he was against the wall.
"And give me one good reason why I should believe you." Wolverine said, putting his 'claws' against Lance's neck.
"Mr. Logan!" Kitty yelled, jumping off the bed and running over to Lance. "Lance are you okay?" she asked as Wolverine took a few steps away from him. "Mr. Logan, how could you?"
"You promised you'd be back by 10 half-pint and it's now 11. I told you who I'd come after. And what do you expect me to think when I find you in his bed wearing his clothes as he comes out of the bathroom with nothing but boxers on." Wolverine said, glaring at Lance.
Both Kitty and Lance just realized that he was only wearing boxers. They both flushed crimson and Lance grabbed the closest pair of pants and put them on.
"It's nothing like that." Lance said, grabbing a shirt.
"Mr. Logan, I can't believe you'd like, even think that." Kitty said hurtfully.
Wolverine felt bad after seeing the look on Kitty's face. This was the half-pint for crying out loud. How could he have just accused her of such a thing?
"Let's just go." She said, and she hugged Lance and walked out the door.
Wolverine felt ashamed. He turned to leave without another look at the boy he'd come to tear apart. Maybe the Professor was right.
The ride back to the mansion was silent; a very awkward silence at that. When they pulled up to the mansion they both walked in together. The Professor was waiting for them, as Kitty knew he would be, along with Scott and Jean.
"What were you thinking Kitty?" Scott asked, outraged.
"Scott, leave her alone." Jean said, sensing she had a lot on her mind. "Come on, let's go watch a movie." And she tried to drag Scott away.
"Lance better watch himself on Monday." Scott said as he walked, or rather was telekinetically moved, out of the room.
"Kitty, you know the curfew is ten. I'm afraid you are grounded for the next week." The Professor said.
Wolverine said nothing, and neither did Kitty. Kitty merely nodded and headed toward the stairs. She needed to talk to Kurt. And that's exactly where she headed, Kurt's room.
Kitty didn't even bother to knock; she just phased through the door. She knew Kurt would be awake. It was only eleven-something on a Saturday night. And sure enough, Kurt was sitting on his bed talking on the phone. When he noticed she was there, a look of concern came over his face.
"Uh, Amanda, can I call you back later? Okay. Bye." Kurt said as he hung up the phone and stood up.
He walked over to where Kitty was and studied her face for a few seconds, then put his arms around her. She hugged him back as she felt the tears again.
"Kitty, vhat happened?" Kurt asked as he let go of her and they walked over and sat down on his bed.
Kitty didn't say anything, just looked down at her feet as she dried her tears on Lance's shirt.
"Vhy are you vearing Lance's clothes?" Kurt asked suspiciously.
"Kurt, I…I need to tell you something." She choked out.
A/N: Yeah, I don't know. I don't think Kitty has been in character this whole story. I don't really know how to fix that. I guess you'll just have to deal with it. Or quit reading. Doesn't really matter to me.