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Chapter 15

Nightmares and morning scares

Lance and Kitty spent the rest of the day with Pietro and Toad. They basically just hung out around the mansion, not really up for going out. They watched a few movies and played monopoly for about five hours until Pietro owned everything. After that, Pietro and Toad said they were going back to the Brotherhood house. The Professor stopped them though, saying that they were welcome to stay with the X-Men. So, let it be known that Toad and Quicksilver had joined the X-geeks.

Kitty had gone to bed early, excited once more about prom the following evening. In fact, she had the whole day planned out. But, as she was lying in bed trying to sleep, she kept thinking about Fred's death.

Kitty woke up screaming in the middle of the night. She sat up in bed and pulled her knees up to her chest and buried her head in her knees. She was crying softly and shaking slightly. Lance was the first one to get there; he must have knocked everyone else out of his way, because Logan ran in seconds later followed by Ororo, Rogue, Gambit, Pietro, and Kurt.

Lance sat down beside Kitty and put his arm around her, pulling her into a hug.

"Shhh…Kit, what's wrong? Talk to me." Lance said worried, rubbing her back soothingly.

She just shook her head and then turned and threw her arms around him, holding onto him for dear life. He just held her, not knowing what to do. He looked over at the others for help.

"Child, was it a nightmare?" Ororo asked, moving closer to the bed.

"Come on Kit, we're here for ya." Rogue said, sitting down on the other side of her; Gambit was standing beside Rogue.

"Ja Kitty, you can tell us." Kurt said, kneeling in front of the bed.

"Alright, everyone out." Wolverine said, ushering everyone toward the door. "Give half-pint and rock head some alone time." Once everyone was gone, he looked at Lance. "Calm her down and get out, because I won't be so generous in the morning." He said, and then he closed the door and left.

"Kitty? Are you okay?" Lance asked.

"Don't leave me." She sobbed, her grasp tightening on his shirt. "Please…don't go."

"I'm not going anywhere, Kitty. What are you talking about?" Lance asked.

"You…you left me, Lance…you blamed me for…for his death and…and you left." Kitty said, trying to calm down but never moving an inch. "You were so angry with me." She whispered, barely audible.

"Whose death, Kit?" Lance asked, confused; never hearing her last statement.

"Fred's" she said, barely above a whisper.

Lance had no idea she blamed herself for Blob's death, let alone think he blamed her. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Kitty, look at me," he said, taking her chin in his hands and forcing her to look at him. "I do not blame you for that and you shouldn't be blaming yourself. You're going to make yourself sick. What happened in the past can't be changed. We just have to accept it. There's no point in blaming ourselves or anyone else."

Kitty hugged him and he held her close. She didn't feel very good and she was still unsure about what Lance just said. She believed him, she was just afraid that her nightmares would come back.

"I'm sorry." She whispered.

"You don't have to apologize pretty Kitty. I should be the one who's sorry. I didn't mean to make you think that I blamed you." Lance said, standing up and tucking her in. "Sweet dreams." He said, and then he kissed her forehead.

"Lance, will you like, stay with me?" she asked, looking up at him with her big blue eyes that, to Lance, looked older and more tired than they should. "I…I just don't want to be alone in case the nightmares come back." She whispered, looking away.

"Of course, pretty Kitty." He smirked as he went to get a chair.

"You can lay with me. I don't bite you know." She said, yawning, but throwing the blanket down just the same.

Lance looked skeptical, but he couldn't say no to the look she was giving him. He sighed and climbed into bed beside her. He put his arm around her as she curled up beside him. He held her close, as they both fell into a comfortable sleep.

Lance woke up with a start the next morning. Something was wrong. He was confused for a moment and then smiled as he looked down at the sleeping form that was his girlfriend. She looked so peaceful. But, at second glance, she looked a little too peaceful.

Lance sat up and rolled Kitty over so that she was on her back. His heart stopped as he realized she wasn't breathing. He jumped out of bed and picked her up, running out the door and through the halls, ignoring all questioning glances being thrown his way.

He reached the med. lab and placed Kitty on the first bed he came to. Then, he started shouting for Mr. McCoy. Beast came running in, unsure of what was going on. He glanced at Kitty before going over to the freaking out Avalanche.

"What seems to be the problem Lance?" he asked, putting a calming hand on his shoulder.

"Kit...Kitty…she's not…breathing." He managed to say.

"What?" Mr. McCoy said, alarmed.

He then walked over to Kitty and confirmed that she was indeed, not breathing. He sent Lance out immediately before he started to revive her. After about ten minutes, Kitty was breathing again. She was extremely weak, though.

Lance ran to her side as soon as Beast opened the door. He took Kitty's hand in his own as he let fresh tears fall. Beast explained to him that Kitty had been extremely lucky. Apparently, if Lance hadn't have brought her down when he did, it would have been too late.

"So…so, she's okay?" he asked, never taking his eyes from her.

"Yes, she will be fine. But I think it would be best if she stayed in here for a while so that I can find out what happened and make sure it won't happen again." He said, looking over her charts.

"She's not going to be happy when she wakes up. She missed prom last year and she was really looking forward to going this year." Lance said, shaking his head.

"Yes, well…I suppose a few hours out wouldn't do that much harm. As long as she doesn't overdo it, that is." Beast smiled, and walked out of the room.

A/N: I'm really not sure where all that came from. I'm kind of just writing now. I suppose that it'll all come to an end on it's own, because I don't even know where my chapters are going anymore.…

So, I was thinking about changingthe title. What do you guys thing? Any suggestions?