I Want You Back
Disclaimer: By all means, sue me if I said that I owned X-Men: Evolution and everything related to it. But for the most part, I don't own them. So don't sue me.
A/N: I couldn't come up with something for the day after Chapter 6. So this chapter is in replace of Kitty's side during Lance's convo with Piotr. Mild writer's block, y'know? If I don't get this done now it'll never get done. So here it is. Chapter 8 of I Want You Back.
Chapter 8: I Want You Back
Lance laid down on his bed with his hands behind his head, staring at the cracks in the ceiling. His thoughts went back to the confrontation with Piotr earlier today. His mind soon drifted back to their break up. Right in this room, eight months ago.
"Hey," Lance said, a smile on his face as Kitty entered his room. He hugged her tight. She had called him about an hour ago to tell him that she was coming over.
"Hey," she said softly. She wouldn't meet his eyes.
They sat silently on the bed. But somehow, the usual comfortable silence had turned awkward and tense. Lance frowned when Kitty moved his hand away from his.
"Okay," Lance sighed, finally breaking the awkward silence. "What's wrong?"
"Wrong? Nothing's wrong," Kitty said nervously, fingering her necklace. "You're being ridiculous Lance."
"Just because I'm pretty dense half of the time, doesn't mean I don't know there's something wrong. Especially with my girlfriend," he reasoned.
"Like I said, Lance, there's absolutely nothing wrong," Kitty said.
He thought for a moment. "Okay, if there's nothing wrong, then why won't you look at me when we're talking?"
Kitty was speechless. She finally faced him. "Alright, you want to talk. We'll talk. And you know what, we do need to talk." The five most deadly words in the English dictionary. Lance gulped as he looked at the furious look on his girlfriend's face.
"Lance, I – I think we should break up," Kitty said softly, looking away from him, the angry tone in her voice gone. She rubbed her wrist as she waited for his reaction. What would he do? Would he start yelling? Or would he start making earthquakes?
"Oh," Lance said after a moment. His heart had, for a moment, stopped completely as her words finally registered into his head. He felt numb all over. He couldn't feel his limbs. "Who is he?" he asked quietly, his eyes diverted to the ground.
"What?"
"Who – is – he?" he asked slowly.
"There's no one else, Lance!" Kitty snapped. "I just think that we should be apart for a while," she said in a much calmer tone. "I mean, we've been together for a while now, and, well, we haven't exactly thought about what our future is going to be like."
"It's Colossus, isn't it? Ever since he moved in at the Institute," Lance continued furiously.
"I did not cheat on you with Piotr! Look, would you just listen to me?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, I don't listen to whores," he spat, flinging her hand away as she made a move to touch his arm.
"Excuse me?" Kitty asked, her tone deadly. "What did you just call me?"
"A whore. I said it the first time, or are you just deaf?" Lance said. "I should've known. You probably never really were in love with me, were you? All those talks of how you were in love with me, and how much I meant to you… they were all bull."
Kitty stared at him, disbelief on her face. She stifled back a sob as a tear slipped down her cheek. Lance immediately felt guilty.
"Kit, I'm sorry," Lance started. He felt his voice die in his throat as he felt his own eyes well up with tears. He couldn't lose her. Not now, not like this. Not when his life was finally starting to make sense.
He hugged her as they both cried. "Please, Kitty, can't we at least talk about this?" he choked. He loved her so much.
"Lance, please, don't make this any harder for me," Kitty said, sighing as she pulled away. She turned away from him and walked out the door, not before pulling off a bracelet and putting it on his dresser.
Lance turned around slowly and stared at the closed door and the bracelet he'd given to her.
'Wear this as long as you love me, Kitty. Love, Lance' were the words that were engraved on it.
Lance rubbed his eyes, trying to get rid of the moisture. This room. In this room they broke up. After Kitty had left, his emotions took over his powers as the house shook. But it had faded soon after.
Right after that, he had stayed up in his room, refusing to cry for a long time. But when he finally did decide to cry, it was a long time before the tears stopped.
Every memory rushed to his mind after he closed his eyes to fall in a deep slumber. Every loving word, every loving touch, every loving tenderness. Everything. His arms ached to just hold her and his ears yearned to hear her voice.
"I love you, Kitty," he mumbled in his sleep, tossing and turning. Even every bad memory was coming back to him. The first time they broke up during the school board meeting. The ignorance that followed. The worry of seeing Kitty stuck through the glass wall of the alligator cage. The feelings he felt when he saw how much Kitty was wiped out after their short and brief 'Brotherhood are Heroes' time when she tried to phase the runaway engine through eight tanks of gas. The ecstatic feeling when Kitty had appeared on their doorstep, only to find out that she was only there to recruit to help fight against a possessed Magneto. And then later, the scared feeling he felt when he saw her lying on the ground unconscious. The intense jealousy when he found out that Colossus and Gambit had moved in at the Institute. The fight they had later that night, fuelled by his jealousy. Everything.
Meanwhile, downstairs in the living room, the rest of the Brotherhood were gathered there, trying to think up of something to cheer Lance up. It was fruitless however.
The next morning, Lance woke up, tearstains on his face. Sighing, he sat up and scratched his head. He didn't feel rested at all. If anything he felt sore all over. Even his heart thudded more painfully than normal.
He sighed again. His eyes sought out their two-year anniversary photo that hung on the wall. They had gotten Wanda to take a picture of it on the condition that she left straight after. She had just shrugged at that.
Sparkling, crystal, blue eyes. Long brown hair that felt like silk against his own rough skin. Full, pouting lips. A very cute nose. Her petite self against his own much taller one. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to drown out the voices in his head telling him to go get her back.
"God, Kitty, I want you back…" he said hoarsely, tears leaking out once more from his eyes.
A/N: There you have it, Lance finally says the title of the story. You know, this whole chapter is kinda more-than-slightly messed up. I'm not even sure what I was writing half of the time. So tell me if this sucks, so I can repair it.