Author's Note- I'm doing two things here, making Kitty around the age she
was in X-1, and giving John back his accent.
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Remembering and the Fight
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Sometimes I think best if left in the memory
It's better kept inside than left for good
Lookin' back each time they tried to tell me
Well something's gotta go wrong
-Nickleback
~*~
Flashback "Hey, John."
He looked up and grinned. "Hey there, luv." She sat down beside him on his bed in the room he, Peter, Bobby, and Roberto shared.
"How's it going?" as always; she felt butterflies in the pit of her stomach as he turned fully to her.
"Fine."
"Your tone states otherwise."
He grinned again. "You know me so well."
"So, what is it?"
"I was just thinking."
"And see, there's your first problem," she teased.
"I just don't know if I belong here anymore."
"Of course you do," she protested. "Bobby and Rogue are here... so am I."
He smiled giving her hand a gentle squeeze. "Ya know how much I care about ya, luv, it's just... I'm not sure I really believe in all that rubbish the professor keeps spouting." He paused glaring hard at the floor. "In case ya haven't noticed, things ain't gettin' any better. I mean, he goes on and on about living in peace but... well, they keep attacking, damn it! And we're supposed to just let it go, turn the other cheek, maybe..."
"Maybe what?"
"Never mind, Sheila," he turned to her and met her eyes. "If I were to leave, would you come with me?"
"What?"
"Would you come with me?"
"John- I... I really don't know."
"Easy question, luv. Would ya leave all o' this, to be with me?"
"Would you let me think about that?"
"Sure." He grinned again, that same half-playful, half-crazy grin he always used. "Don't wait too long though, I may have ta kidnap you." He then leaned over and kissed her slowly. He pulled away and winked down at her. "Tie ya up in my room, just ta keep you from escaping."
"Um, John, I can escape from anything. I phase, remember?"
"Of course, but that's only if ya want ta get away." He kissed her again until she broke away panting for breath.
"Promise me something?"
"Anything."
"If you do go. Tell me, please just say goodbye."
"Consider it done. Now, I'm sure we can think of more important things ta do with our mouths than talkin'."
"Like?" He kissed her gently pushing her back onto the bed.
"That, for instance."
Kitty shook her head trying to clear it. "Sugah?" Rogue called knocking on their door.
"Rogue, it's your room too, you can come in," Kitty said.
"Ah know," the southerner said sauntering in. "Ah was just givin' ya privacy. Want ta talk about it?"
"He said he'd tell me goodbye. He promised."
"Kitty, why didn't ya ever tell us?"
"I happened so quickly, and it was sort of fun, sneaking around. I just can't believe he'd leave without even saying goodbye." Rogue reached out and stroked the brunette's hair gently as tears filled the younger girl's eyes.
The next evening
Kitty and Pete finished their training early and were once again sitting in the kitchen snacking when Logan came in. "Hey, runt, Kitty."
"Hi, Mr. Logan," Kitty nodded. Pete snickered at the 'Mr.' part.
"At least the girl has manners, Wisdom," Logan growled grabbing a beer.
"I have manners too," Pete said smirking. "You don't see me sayin' that yer shirt makes you look like a lumberjack, do ya?" Kitty laughed but tried to cover it by coughing.
"You're just a riot, today, Wisdom," Logan growled, Pete merely smiled wider. Remy came in and sat down with the other three.
"You looked trés belle tonight, chat," Remy purred kissing her hand gallantly.
"Remy, I'm sweaty, and disheveled, thanks for the compliment but, yeah right," Kitty said. Remy's eyes were suddenly on the doorway, however, as Rogue walked in, arguing quite loudly with Bobby.
"Where are ya gettin' these ideas?" she demanded.
"I saw you look at him!" Bobby exclaimed.
"So he's good looking. Ah've seen you look at Jubes before. It ain't like Ah'm gonna leave ya fer him. Ah don't even like him."
"You've been spending an awful lot of time with a guy you don't like!" Bobby yelled.
"If you can't believe me... just go, Bobby. Please, just leave." He stalked away and Rogue stalked over to the freezer grabbing a pint of ice cream and a spoon. She dropped down next to Kitty.
"You okay?" Kitty inquired.
"Ah'm fahne," Rogue shrugged. "Bobby's just bein' an idiot."
"What else is new?" Logan growled from his seat.
"Ah, chére, any homme with an ounce of intelligence wouldn't treat ya like dat," Remy purred.
"Just leave meh alone, swamp rat," Rogue snapped.
"Oh, chére, dat hurts."
"We better get going," Pete said standing. Kitty also stood and walked them out.
"Rogue don't like Remy much, does she?" Remy inquired.
Kitty smiled. "Not in the slightest."
He sighed. "T'anks."
"See you t'morrow?" Pete asked raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, bye." He reached out softly touching her face. Her eyes widened at the content and he could see her cheeks redden slightly.
"See ya then." The two then walked out.
"You like her," Remy smirked as they got into Pete's car.
"Please," Pete said rolling his eyes. "She's just a kid."
"She's seventeen, mon ami," Remy pointed out. "Not exactly a kid."
"Maybe, but I don't exactly need a girl. Look at how my life is right now, LeBeau, it's screwed up enough without bringin' someone else int' it. With Emma and everything... I just really don't need anyone else right now."
Remy smiled. "Ya know, mon brave, y' really do need ta get laid."
"Stuff it, Lebeau."
"Didn' know you were inta that, chér."
"Funny, really."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Remembering and the Fight
~*~
Sometimes I think best if left in the memory
It's better kept inside than left for good
Lookin' back each time they tried to tell me
Well something's gotta go wrong
-Nickleback
~*~
Flashback "Hey, John."
He looked up and grinned. "Hey there, luv." She sat down beside him on his bed in the room he, Peter, Bobby, and Roberto shared.
"How's it going?" as always; she felt butterflies in the pit of her stomach as he turned fully to her.
"Fine."
"Your tone states otherwise."
He grinned again. "You know me so well."
"So, what is it?"
"I was just thinking."
"And see, there's your first problem," she teased.
"I just don't know if I belong here anymore."
"Of course you do," she protested. "Bobby and Rogue are here... so am I."
He smiled giving her hand a gentle squeeze. "Ya know how much I care about ya, luv, it's just... I'm not sure I really believe in all that rubbish the professor keeps spouting." He paused glaring hard at the floor. "In case ya haven't noticed, things ain't gettin' any better. I mean, he goes on and on about living in peace but... well, they keep attacking, damn it! And we're supposed to just let it go, turn the other cheek, maybe..."
"Maybe what?"
"Never mind, Sheila," he turned to her and met her eyes. "If I were to leave, would you come with me?"
"What?"
"Would you come with me?"
"John- I... I really don't know."
"Easy question, luv. Would ya leave all o' this, to be with me?"
"Would you let me think about that?"
"Sure." He grinned again, that same half-playful, half-crazy grin he always used. "Don't wait too long though, I may have ta kidnap you." He then leaned over and kissed her slowly. He pulled away and winked down at her. "Tie ya up in my room, just ta keep you from escaping."
"Um, John, I can escape from anything. I phase, remember?"
"Of course, but that's only if ya want ta get away." He kissed her again until she broke away panting for breath.
"Promise me something?"
"Anything."
"If you do go. Tell me, please just say goodbye."
"Consider it done. Now, I'm sure we can think of more important things ta do with our mouths than talkin'."
"Like?" He kissed her gently pushing her back onto the bed.
"That, for instance."
Kitty shook her head trying to clear it. "Sugah?" Rogue called knocking on their door.
"Rogue, it's your room too, you can come in," Kitty said.
"Ah know," the southerner said sauntering in. "Ah was just givin' ya privacy. Want ta talk about it?"
"He said he'd tell me goodbye. He promised."
"Kitty, why didn't ya ever tell us?"
"I happened so quickly, and it was sort of fun, sneaking around. I just can't believe he'd leave without even saying goodbye." Rogue reached out and stroked the brunette's hair gently as tears filled the younger girl's eyes.
The next evening
Kitty and Pete finished their training early and were once again sitting in the kitchen snacking when Logan came in. "Hey, runt, Kitty."
"Hi, Mr. Logan," Kitty nodded. Pete snickered at the 'Mr.' part.
"At least the girl has manners, Wisdom," Logan growled grabbing a beer.
"I have manners too," Pete said smirking. "You don't see me sayin' that yer shirt makes you look like a lumberjack, do ya?" Kitty laughed but tried to cover it by coughing.
"You're just a riot, today, Wisdom," Logan growled, Pete merely smiled wider. Remy came in and sat down with the other three.
"You looked trés belle tonight, chat," Remy purred kissing her hand gallantly.
"Remy, I'm sweaty, and disheveled, thanks for the compliment but, yeah right," Kitty said. Remy's eyes were suddenly on the doorway, however, as Rogue walked in, arguing quite loudly with Bobby.
"Where are ya gettin' these ideas?" she demanded.
"I saw you look at him!" Bobby exclaimed.
"So he's good looking. Ah've seen you look at Jubes before. It ain't like Ah'm gonna leave ya fer him. Ah don't even like him."
"You've been spending an awful lot of time with a guy you don't like!" Bobby yelled.
"If you can't believe me... just go, Bobby. Please, just leave." He stalked away and Rogue stalked over to the freezer grabbing a pint of ice cream and a spoon. She dropped down next to Kitty.
"You okay?" Kitty inquired.
"Ah'm fahne," Rogue shrugged. "Bobby's just bein' an idiot."
"What else is new?" Logan growled from his seat.
"Ah, chére, any homme with an ounce of intelligence wouldn't treat ya like dat," Remy purred.
"Just leave meh alone, swamp rat," Rogue snapped.
"Oh, chére, dat hurts."
"We better get going," Pete said standing. Kitty also stood and walked them out.
"Rogue don't like Remy much, does she?" Remy inquired.
Kitty smiled. "Not in the slightest."
He sighed. "T'anks."
"See you t'morrow?" Pete asked raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, bye." He reached out softly touching her face. Her eyes widened at the content and he could see her cheeks redden slightly.
"See ya then." The two then walked out.
"You like her," Remy smirked as they got into Pete's car.
"Please," Pete said rolling his eyes. "She's just a kid."
"She's seventeen, mon ami," Remy pointed out. "Not exactly a kid."
"Maybe, but I don't exactly need a girl. Look at how my life is right now, LeBeau, it's screwed up enough without bringin' someone else int' it. With Emma and everything... I just really don't need anyone else right now."
Remy smiled. "Ya know, mon brave, y' really do need ta get laid."
"Stuff it, Lebeau."
"Didn' know you were inta that, chér."
"Funny, really."