Author's Note- This song is "She Will Be Loved" by the wonderful Maroon5. So, what do you guys think, should I end it here or should I have one more part?

She Will Be Loved

"Beauty queen of only eightee
She had some trouble with herself"

"Shit," Pete said softly.

"Oh my God," Kitty whispered at the same time.

"I didn't quite expect t' see you here," Pete said slowly.

"Ditto."

"You didn't even say goodbye."

"I didn't think you'd want me to."

"Jeez, after that night..." he trailed off shaking his head.

"I drove for miles and miles
And wound up at your door"

Kitty sighed softly. "How are you here?"

"Twenty-two year old American mutant," Pete said remembering a file he had been looking at on the trip over. "Formally an X-Man, Katherine Anne Pryde." He smiled at the irony. "Hello, Kitty. Been a while."

"Um... yeah."

"I take it yer movin' in." She nodded. "I guess I'll see ya around then." He handed her, her last bag and strode off enjoying her look of complete confusion.

"I've had you so many times but somehow
I want more"

Kitty watched him walk away her jaw ajar. She shook her head lightly. Okay, I can do this. If he wanted to act like that had never happened she could deal. She wasn't sure if she wanted Rahne and Kurt to know that she had had sex with a man that she barely knew anyhow.

"I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved"

Later

Dinner was... tense to put it lightly. Kurt and Rahne chatted about what had gone on back in the states. Moira talked with Brian and Betsy about a new idea of hers. Pete and Kitty however were both uncharacteristically quiet. Their nervousness spilled over to Meggan making the fey equally nervous and quiet.

"Are you okay, love?" Brian asked finally noticing her unease.

"I'm fine," she smiled. "I suppose it's just been a long day." Pete winced, cursing himself for not remembering Meggan's sensitivity. He caught her eyes and mouthed out "I'm sorry," receiving a quizzical look in response.

"Tap on my window knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful"

"I heard you were a mutant," Pete said to Kitty.

"Yeah," she said phasing her hand through the table for emphasis.

"That... explains a lot," he said remembering her ease undoing his tie. "Well, I am too. I'd give ya a demonstration but the Scottish Harridan over there would kill me, or worse, make me drink some of her coffee."

"Shut up, ye Sassenach!" Moira yelled.

"I'm sure it's not that bad," Kitty said.

"Oh, it is," Pete assured her.

"I'm afraid I must agree with Wisdom," Brian said. "As painful as that is."

"It's like drinkin' oil," Pete said.

"A cannae help it if ye English men cannae drink good Scottish coffee," Moira saud. "Yer stomachs are just not strong enough."

"Wot I'd like t' know is how strong our stomachs would have t' be," Pete said. "I mean t' stomach that stuff-"

"Pete," Kitty smiled. "Leave the doctor alone." Pete backed off with a small smile. It had had the desired effect. She was more at ease now. He wondered briefly why he was bothering.

"I know I tend to get insecure
It doesn't matter anymore"

The next morning

Kitty woke up and searched for something to wear for almost thirty minutes. When she realized what she was doing she sighed and sat down. "It was just a one night stand. It meant nothing. He's obviously not worried about it." She grabbed a baby blue sweater and a pair of jeans. She ran directly into Pete on her way out, hard enough to knock both of them over. She landed with her head pillowed on his chest and her legs straddling his torso. "Ow."

"Yeah, uh, ditto," Pete said rubbing the back of his head. "Any reason yer tryin' t' kill me?"

She shrugged sitting up, still on his torso. "I thought it'd be fun."

"Was it?"

"Might have been, if I hadn't hurt myself too."

He looked into her eyes seriously. "I think we should talk."

"Why? It's obvious what you want."

He smiled. "Luv, you ave no idea o' wot I want." His low, husky tone set a shiver through her body.

"It's not always rainbows and butterflies
It's compromise that moves us along"

"Would ya mind movin'? Unless ya want t' stay there." She stood and helped him up. "Thanks." He wrapped an arm around her shoulders steering her back towards her room. They shut the door and sat down on her bed.

"Okay," Kitty said. "Let's talk."

"You're sexy when you're all confused like that," he noticed.

"That isn't talking," Kitty said blushing.

"My mouth's moving, words are coming out. I call that talking."

"That was making random remarks."

"Have you ever thought about that night?"

"A time or two," Kitty said. Everyday, her brain contradicted.

He smiled. "You're an awful liar, you know that, right?"

"You're not very nice for calling me on it," she pouted.

"My heart is full and my door's always open
You can come anytime you want"

"I've thought about that night far more than I should have. I thought I was obsessed. I actually started thinking that I had t' 'ave imagined it, 'cause a girl like you would never have wanted to be with a bloke like me. Then I found this, I thought you might want it." He handed her one of her senior pictures. She had brought it to give it to Betsy but had thought she had lost it.

"You kept it?"

"Why throw away something so beautiful?" he said with a grin. She blushed again. "So, what do you say, luv, want t' be friends?"

"'Friends'?"

"Sure, I can do that, ya know."

"Okay," Kitty smiled a little.

"I know where you hide
Alone in your car
Know all of the things that make you who you are"

"Let's see where this goes."

"I can deal with that."

"Wot have you been doing in the past couple years? Okay, I'll just come out and ask what I really want to know. Do you have a boyfriend?"

"I haven't for a while."

"Good." She smiled raising an eyebrow. "Wot?"

"Nothing, Pete."

"Tap on my window knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful"

"So, you've been here before?" Kitty asked shyly.

"Yeah."

"Want to, like, show me around, or something?"

He let his eyes travel over her slowly. "Something." He stood and extended a hand to her. "There's not much around here, but I can show ya around."

"Thanks... so, what about you? Any girl in your life?"

Pete smiled. "Nope."

"I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved"