Title: Unrequited
Rating: G
Summary: "Time and chance had always kept them apart." 616. Kitty/Bobby-ish
Dedicated: To Bluestargirl6, the original Bobby/Kitty shipper.
Disclaimer: Marvel owns all except the idea. Don't sue, blah-di-blah.
Unrequited, Kitty decided, was a bitch. She passed a few dozen pictures that decked the hallway. Her head was held high as she faced forward, but her eyes flickered, unbidden, to the pictures that displayed the source of her never-ending heartache.
Her shoulders slumped as she sighed. She hadn't wanted to return. Since finishing high school, her number one goal in life had been to escape the mansion and live her own life. A life free from the impossible "Dream" that Professor Xavier dreamed. Too many people she cared for had died trying to fight for that impossible dream and she was done with it.
And yet, she always seemed to be coming back. The place was a bad habit she just couldn't shake no matter how hard she tried. Well, perhaps it wasn't just the place. It had a lot to do with the draw of him.
Time and chance had always kept them apart. He'd be gone and she'd be there. And then there were always other relationships. But like a moth to the flame, she was constantly drawn to the mansion, the one place where there was an actual hope of seeing him. Of being noticed by him.
It was silly, as young girls often do silly things. She'd fallen in love with a picture and a bio read one day when she was bored and decided to hack into the Professors files. And despite all other relationships she might have been in, she couldn't shake that heart-fluttering feeling when she so much as thought of him.
She could count the times they'd been in the same room on one hand. The times he'd actually spoken to her were even less. It was heartbreaking to be an adult and still drink in his every word, move and breath when she got the chance.
She moved back down the hall and stopped in front of her favorite picture. He was standing in a frozen garden he'd created. His head was thrown back and he smiled cheerfully. The sun reflected off the ice, causing a spray of gold light to surround him.
Hearing footsteps, she automatically moved away from the picture and went towards her room. Her heart seemed to stop for a fraction of a second before it pulsed wildly in her chest. There he was, talking on his cell phone. He brushed past her, talking animatedly to whoever was on the other end. He didn't even spare her a glance.
Unrequited, she'd come to accept, was her best friend. It was a true friend that would never leave. It'd be with her until the day she died.