Training
~*~
I wake up in the morning and I wonder
Why everything's the same as it was
I can't understand, no, I can't understand
How life goes on the way it does
-Skeeter Davis
~*~
Kitty woke up and got into some sweats lying on her bed. She walked out and sat at the kitchen table. "Mornin' chat," Remy smiled from the stove as he made some eggs.
"Good morning," Kitty smiled shyly at the two men who had taken her in last night. "How about a tour?" Kitty asked slowly getting to her feet.
"I'll show ya around," Pete offered. He showed her around the surprisingly large cabin. They ended up in the training room, where Remy kept his equipment on one end and where they had set up a makeshift shooting range on the other side.
"Not bad."
"Breakfast," Remy said coming in. The other two followed him back into the kitchen and ate. The rest of the day she spent working out and talking to Remy, since Pete was working on something most of the time.
Two days later
Kitty awoke to the smell of coffee and bacon once again. She got up and dressed into another outfit of sweats laying on her bed before going into the kitchen. Remy was cooking as Pete sat working on the laptop. "Mornin', petite," Remy said turning around and smiling. "Hungry?"
"What are we having?" she asked sitting down in front of Pete.
"Pancakes."
"I'd love some." Pete looked up from the laptop and smiled a little.
"Mornin'."
"Any news on the Institute?" Kitty asked softly.
"Nothin'." She sighed looking down. "I'm sure everyone's fine."
"Yeah."
"Petite, ya couldn't have don't anythin'."
"He's right, as much as it pains me t' say so."
"Bite me, homme."
"No thanks, I don't know where you've been, mate."
Kitty looked between the two and raised her eyebrows. "Would you guys like me to leave you two alone?" The two exchanged glances and both shuddered at the implication in her words.
"Never say anythin' like dat again, chat."
"Really," Pete said. "`At's just plain disturbin'."
"How do you two know each other?" Kitty asked interested in the history between the Englishman and the guy from the Bayou.
Pete turned to the Southerner and smirked before turning back to Kitty. "He was sent t' steal somethin' from me ol' employers. I stopped him."
Remy crossed his arms. "Ya nearly killed Remy, dat's what ya did!"
Kitty looked between them. "What happened?"
"We're mutants too," Pete explained. Her eyes widened at that. Pete created a small hotknife to light his cigarette to demonstrate while Remy lightly charged one of his cards letting it explode in midair. "I shot a few of my knives at him. Took him down. Me orders were t' kill him but I was pissed about Scicluna's other orders about that time so I let him go."
"Remy had screwed up big time too so we decided ta make de best out of it."
"Which meant...?"
"We went t' the local pub and got pissed." She cocked her head to one side obviously confused by Pete's statement.
"He means drunk, petite. Remy knows dat Wisdom can be a bit confusin'."
Pete rolled his eyes. "Yer one ta talk, mate."
Afterwards Kitty went back into the training room and started her usual morning work out routine. She was in the middle of a few stretches when she felt a pair of eyes on her. She tensed looking up.
"Mr. Wisdom," she nodded going back to her stretching.
"Miss Pryde," he said leaning against the wall. He watched, almost in awe of her flexibility. "Question."
"Yeah?"
"How in the Hell did you learn that?"
"Dance class," she explained.
"So, after all these years of trainin' as an X-Man, how good are ya?"
She looked up and smiled. "Want to find out?"
He smirked. "That a challenge, Pryde?"
"Take it as you want, Wisdom." He walked over to her and looked down into her brown eyes.
"Okay, grasshopper," he smiled. "Let's go." She stepped back and they circled each other. "Just a warnin', don't expect me t' go easy on ya, or fight clean `cause you're a girl."
"Wouldn't dream of it." She swept down low and kicked his legs out from under him. He fell but jumped back up and returned the favor. She rolled back before leaping to her feet. They began to once again circle each other. He struck again this time tackling her and easily pinning her to the floor.
"No phasin'," he said. "There will be times in battle when you won't have your powers t' rely on."
"So, you want me to get away without using my powers?"
"Yes." She wiggled and he realized the mistake of their present positions.
"Is Remy interuptin' somet'ing?" the Cajun inquired from the doorway. Pete stood and pulled Kitty to her feet.
"We were just sparrin'," Pete shrugged. He turned to Kitty. "You have a lot t' learn, kid."
Her eyes flashed in annoyance. "For starters, don't call me kid." Pete merely grinned at that. "Secondly, who's going to teach me, you?"
"It'd be me pleasure, grasshopper," he smirked.
"Are you serious?"
"O' course. Obviously that Institute of yours isn't teaching much in the way o' simple self-defense."
"And what can you teach me?"
He smirked leaning back against the wall. "What do ya want t' learn?"
Kitty tensed at the double entendre in those words. "Um..."
"So, wot do ya say, grasshopper?"
"Assuming that you can teach me anything, sure." He raised an eyebrow and the smirk slowly turned into a grin.
"Okay, grasshopper, let's get started."
"Normally Remy would love ta stand by and watch de sexual tension, mais-"
"Sexual tension!" the two exclaimed as one.
"I don't know wot yer talkin' about, mate," Pete growled.
"I feel all dirty," Kitty said putting in a shudder for good measure.
Pete raised an eyebrow. "C'mon, Pryde, it ain't that bad."
"You smoke and drink-"
"For starters how do ya even know that?"
"You smell."
"Smell?"
"Yes."
"Secondly, it ain't like you're exactly a great catch either." She raised her eyebrows. "Yer... um... short." Remy burst out laughing at that. Kitty felt a small smile touch her lips.
"Short?"
"Yes."
"Okay, Pete." Kitty turned to Remy. "You wanted something?"
"Finally! Remy wanted t' tell ya, petite, just saw on de news dat de institute is open again."
"It is?!" she exclaimed. "Thank God!"
~*~
I wake up in the morning and I wonder
Why everything's the same as it was
I can't understand, no, I can't understand
How life goes on the way it does
-Skeeter Davis
~*~
Kitty woke up and got into some sweats lying on her bed. She walked out and sat at the kitchen table. "Mornin' chat," Remy smiled from the stove as he made some eggs.
"Good morning," Kitty smiled shyly at the two men who had taken her in last night. "How about a tour?" Kitty asked slowly getting to her feet.
"I'll show ya around," Pete offered. He showed her around the surprisingly large cabin. They ended up in the training room, where Remy kept his equipment on one end and where they had set up a makeshift shooting range on the other side.
"Not bad."
"Breakfast," Remy said coming in. The other two followed him back into the kitchen and ate. The rest of the day she spent working out and talking to Remy, since Pete was working on something most of the time.
Two days later
Kitty awoke to the smell of coffee and bacon once again. She got up and dressed into another outfit of sweats laying on her bed before going into the kitchen. Remy was cooking as Pete sat working on the laptop. "Mornin', petite," Remy said turning around and smiling. "Hungry?"
"What are we having?" she asked sitting down in front of Pete.
"Pancakes."
"I'd love some." Pete looked up from the laptop and smiled a little.
"Mornin'."
"Any news on the Institute?" Kitty asked softly.
"Nothin'." She sighed looking down. "I'm sure everyone's fine."
"Yeah."
"Petite, ya couldn't have don't anythin'."
"He's right, as much as it pains me t' say so."
"Bite me, homme."
"No thanks, I don't know where you've been, mate."
Kitty looked between the two and raised her eyebrows. "Would you guys like me to leave you two alone?" The two exchanged glances and both shuddered at the implication in her words.
"Never say anythin' like dat again, chat."
"Really," Pete said. "`At's just plain disturbin'."
"How do you two know each other?" Kitty asked interested in the history between the Englishman and the guy from the Bayou.
Pete turned to the Southerner and smirked before turning back to Kitty. "He was sent t' steal somethin' from me ol' employers. I stopped him."
Remy crossed his arms. "Ya nearly killed Remy, dat's what ya did!"
Kitty looked between them. "What happened?"
"We're mutants too," Pete explained. Her eyes widened at that. Pete created a small hotknife to light his cigarette to demonstrate while Remy lightly charged one of his cards letting it explode in midair. "I shot a few of my knives at him. Took him down. Me orders were t' kill him but I was pissed about Scicluna's other orders about that time so I let him go."
"Remy had screwed up big time too so we decided ta make de best out of it."
"Which meant...?"
"We went t' the local pub and got pissed." She cocked her head to one side obviously confused by Pete's statement.
"He means drunk, petite. Remy knows dat Wisdom can be a bit confusin'."
Pete rolled his eyes. "Yer one ta talk, mate."
Afterwards Kitty went back into the training room and started her usual morning work out routine. She was in the middle of a few stretches when she felt a pair of eyes on her. She tensed looking up.
"Mr. Wisdom," she nodded going back to her stretching.
"Miss Pryde," he said leaning against the wall. He watched, almost in awe of her flexibility. "Question."
"Yeah?"
"How in the Hell did you learn that?"
"Dance class," she explained.
"So, after all these years of trainin' as an X-Man, how good are ya?"
She looked up and smiled. "Want to find out?"
He smirked. "That a challenge, Pryde?"
"Take it as you want, Wisdom." He walked over to her and looked down into her brown eyes.
"Okay, grasshopper," he smiled. "Let's go." She stepped back and they circled each other. "Just a warnin', don't expect me t' go easy on ya, or fight clean `cause you're a girl."
"Wouldn't dream of it." She swept down low and kicked his legs out from under him. He fell but jumped back up and returned the favor. She rolled back before leaping to her feet. They began to once again circle each other. He struck again this time tackling her and easily pinning her to the floor.
"No phasin'," he said. "There will be times in battle when you won't have your powers t' rely on."
"So, you want me to get away without using my powers?"
"Yes." She wiggled and he realized the mistake of their present positions.
"Is Remy interuptin' somet'ing?" the Cajun inquired from the doorway. Pete stood and pulled Kitty to her feet.
"We were just sparrin'," Pete shrugged. He turned to Kitty. "You have a lot t' learn, kid."
Her eyes flashed in annoyance. "For starters, don't call me kid." Pete merely grinned at that. "Secondly, who's going to teach me, you?"
"It'd be me pleasure, grasshopper," he smirked.
"Are you serious?"
"O' course. Obviously that Institute of yours isn't teaching much in the way o' simple self-defense."
"And what can you teach me?"
He smirked leaning back against the wall. "What do ya want t' learn?"
Kitty tensed at the double entendre in those words. "Um..."
"So, wot do ya say, grasshopper?"
"Assuming that you can teach me anything, sure." He raised an eyebrow and the smirk slowly turned into a grin.
"Okay, grasshopper, let's get started."
"Normally Remy would love ta stand by and watch de sexual tension, mais-"
"Sexual tension!" the two exclaimed as one.
"I don't know wot yer talkin' about, mate," Pete growled.
"I feel all dirty," Kitty said putting in a shudder for good measure.
Pete raised an eyebrow. "C'mon, Pryde, it ain't that bad."
"You smoke and drink-"
"For starters how do ya even know that?"
"You smell."
"Smell?"
"Yes."
"Secondly, it ain't like you're exactly a great catch either." She raised her eyebrows. "Yer... um... short." Remy burst out laughing at that. Kitty felt a small smile touch her lips.
"Short?"
"Yes."
"Okay, Pete." Kitty turned to Remy. "You wanted something?"
"Finally! Remy wanted t' tell ya, petite, just saw on de news dat de institute is open again."
"It is?!" she exclaimed. "Thank God!"