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Chapter Four: "Lost My Will""She's in a coma. Ah don't know what ta do for her," Rogue sighed as she exited the operating room where she and Wanda had patched Kitty with Rogue's extensive knowledge conveniently pulled from the back of her mind where Beast's persona existed. "Even with the extensive med unit heah, things would be eva so much betta if Ah had a real docta."
"Can I go in and see her now? I've heard that you should talk to people when they're in comas, and I have a lot I need to say," Lance whispered back to Rogue.
It had been three hours since they had arrived at Magneto's base, and now everyone except Sabretooth and Pyro were camped out in the hallway of the med division of the base. All of them were asleep excluding Lance and Rogue and Wanda who had just finished.
"Yeah, Ah guess so. Ah gotta go find some morphine for her, if ya catch my drift. Ah'll take Pietro an be back in thirty minutes. You an Wanda can keep an eye on her til then, an y'll have enough time to tell her whateva ya need ta," Rogue replied, walking over to Pietro and kicking him in the shin to wake him up.
"HEY! Whatwasthatfor?" he yelled as he jumped up, fully awake.
"We gotta go. Come on," Rogue commanded, and left Lance with Kitty.
"Looks like I've lost my will to carry on, my friend" she said"I'm like a posse that's been riding for days"
"I've got the scars to prove that love has had its day
"And its way with me""So can we roll tonight?"
"Roll through your desert?"
"Can
we start over?"
"And just run away."
"Run away tonight."
"It ain't no victory, but I don't care."
"I don't care if it's wrong or right."
"We can just run away."
"Run away tonight."
"It ain't no victory, but I don't care."
"I
don't care if it's wrong or right."
Live – Run Away
Smoke billowed from the hood of the jeep as it skidded to a halt in the ditch beside the tree. The whole right side had great scores down the side and the front right side was crunched from the impact. Lance had been thrown forward over the backseat and was lying upside down in the passengers seat. Kitty had been slammed into the steering wheel and been concussed. She lay hunched over the steering wheel, blood trickling from a small cut on her forehead.
"Unnnggh…ARRGGHH!" Lance growled as he flipped himself right side up and cracked his neck.
He looked over and blanched as he saw Kitty.
"God Damn Fucking Stupid Hysterical Woman!" he cursed to himself as he pulled himself out of the jeep and limped around to the driver's side to pull Kitty out. He unbuckled her seatbelt and dragged her out into the ditch just as the engine burst into flames.
"DAMNIT!" he yelled as he sat in the grass and held Kitty in his arms. He watched as the flames slowly engulfed the jeep, listening to the pop and hiss as it slowly incinerated the tires.
Just as the flames were dying down the sky opened up and let out the torrent of rain that had been threatening all night.
"Shit!" Lance muttered as he stood. He looked around for some sort of shelter, and on noticing a shack of sort off to the right of the tree about six hundred yards, staggered towards it, carrying Kitty and occasionally slipping in the mud.
He shoved through the door into the musty interior to find that it was actually a tiny house with a table, a cot, and a small stove. He laid Kitty on the musty cot and tried to start a fire in the stove with his Zippo and the dry old kindling left in the shack.
Lance sat in the chair next to the bed in the med unit and grabbed Kitty's cold hand. He winced at the sight of her bruised face, the paleness of it making the bruises stand out even more. He could feel the tears prickling at the back of his eyes and he swiped at them, forcing the tears down.
"Kitty? How could you have gotten yourself into this? You always know how to get out of a bad situation. Why didn't you just phase through the tree? You could have saved yourself," Lance muttered as he clutched her hand.
The only sound he got in reply was the beeping song of the heart monitor and the scratchy addition of the artificial respirator supplying her lungs with the much needed oxygen that her lungs couldn't procure for themselves.
Kitty had punctured one of her lungs in addition to getting a concussion, and had broken several ribs. Now her upper body was encased in a cast with tubes crawling in and out of her feeding her pain medication and taking the wastes out of her body.
Lance was beginning to feel sick as he watched the small unsteady beat of her heart on the monitor.
"I don't know if you can hear me Kitty, but I love you, sweetheart. I never wanted us to get this far apart, but with my stupid attitude and me something was bound to happen, huh? I'm sorry about that Kitty," Lance began, feeling like his heart was being torn right out of his chest as he sat there and watched her. " I'm sorry about not helping right away with that whole thing with Magneto. I'm sorry that I caused you to say what you did about me. You were right. I am a hood, but I'll change, just come back, 'kay? Don't leave me here like this. Don't leave me by myself in this shitty world. I couldn't live if you died Kit, so just wake up, okay baby?"
Tears rolled freely down his face as he pleaded with her unconscious form, unaware of the audience he had.
"I don't want you to die, Pretty Kitty. Come on and show some of that fighting spirit that I know you got. I've seen it enough times turned on me. Just wake up. Wake up!" he sobbed.
Wanda, Toad, and Blob watched shamelessly through the Plexiglas divider, tears stealing down their faces also, not even attempting to hide them.
"I guess he really loves her, yo?" Toad sniffled, swiping a tear off the end of his nose.
"Uh, yeah," Wanda retorted, but with none of her usual malice. Her make up was slowly dripping down her face but she appeared not to care.
"Should we do somethin'?" Blob asked as he blew his nose on his shirtsleeve.
"Naw. Ain't nuthin we can do," Toad replied, also blowing his nose on Blob's shirtsleeve.
"Sure there is. We can go get some flowers! Yeah, flowers for when she wakes up," Blob smiled through his freely flowing tears.
"Flowers would be nice, yo. I mean, she did feed us every night for the past year. Flowers is the least we could get for her," Toad said, getting excited with the idea.
"I hate to admit it, but you guys might actually have a good idea," Wanda grinned. She swiped a hand over her eyes, smearing her make up even more, and grabbed her purse off of the floor. "Come on you two, we gotta hurry. I just remembered that I can change the probability of her waking up soon, and I don't want to leave the flowers to you, or she might end up with half dead dandelions out of someone's backyard," she ordered, snapping to attention.
The two sobered up and wiped their tears again before heading out.
This ain't no
night to be on your own.
You got to know where you're comin' from.
To know just where you're goin', lord.
You got to know where you're comin' from.
This
ain't no night to be on your own.
Run
away.
Run away tonight.
It ain't no victory, but I don't care.
I don't care if it's wrong or right.
We
can just run away.
Run away tonight.
It ain't no victory, but I
don't care.
I don't care.
I
don't care.
I don't care.
I don't care.
Run Away.
Run
Away.
Run Away.
Live – Run Away
Kitty smelled the smoke before she actually registered it in her mind. It smelled like a campfire and Marlboros. It was stifling hot in the jeep. Wait, she wasn't in the jeep anymore. She was lying down on something rather hard and uncomfortable, and rank smelling.
"Unnrrrggh," she moaned as she opened her eyes. Her head pounded like she'd just awaken from a night of hard drinking. The smoke didn't seem so intrusive now that she opened her eyes and got her bearings. She was in a tiny room with a stove in one corner, a cupboard hanging on a wall, and the tiny cot she was now lying on. Lance was crouched over at the stove fanning at it with all his might, a cigarette hanging from his lips. She guessed that the stovepipe was stopped up, or that the rain pouring down it was making it difficult to get the fire started properly.
Wait a minute. Why were they in this little shack? Where was the jeep, and the lovely perfect tree just right for her to run into? When did it start raining, and why was her head aching so bad? And was that blood on her hand?
She reached up and began probing her forehead and found the small scratch that was producing the blood, and wiped it away with the back of her hand. She threw her legs over the side of the cot and tried her weight on them. Once she found that she could stand up without passing out from the ache in her head, she began to pull off her wet clothes.
"I'm guessing that you stopped me somehow?" Kitty said to get Lance's attention once she'd pulled off her socks and shoes and the bulky sweater that covered the tank top underneath.
Lance started, and fell backwards onto his behind, one of the embers from the fire popping out of the stove and landing on his lap.
"OW! Shit! OwowowOW!" he yelped as he danced around slapping at his lap. "Are you just determined to scar me as much as physically possible tonight?"
"Sorry. I didn't mean for you to get involved. Things are kind of screwed up in my head right now, and I just can't take it," she muttered.
"That doesn't mean you should go and kill your fool self! And me in the process! Especially after what you declared right before you tried to move that tree!" Lance growled as he slammed the stove door shut.
"Oh? What did I declare?" Kitty retorted as she peeled off her soaking wet jeans.
Lance turned around then and was speechless for a second as he took in the sight of Kitty sitting there in her underwear. It was wet of course, and not leaving much to the imagination.
"That you loved me. Last I heard, you hated my guts," he replied, a little less harshly. She looked all of sixteen years old just then, all wet and teary and scared.
"I don't get it," Kitty whimpered, "why would I say that? I've loved you ever since…well ever since I first met you, I guess. Why would I hate your guts? Why would I turn away from the one person I truly loved and turn to someone I find indescribably irritating? What happened Lance?" Her eyes pleaded with him to enlighten her, give her some reason to carry on.
"Because I didn't save him," Lance stated plainly, the hurt clearly showing in his eyes.
"Save who?" Kitty replied, her voice gaining a note of despair.
"Kurt. I couldn't save Kurt," Lance whispered as he turned back to the stove.
Kitty burst into tears at his admission. It was the man she loved that had let one of her best friends die.
"Could you have saved him? Or did you just let him die?" Kitty whispered between the choking sobs.
Lance was silent. Reliving the memories of the fight. He had chosen to save himself over Kurt. He still regretted it. Kitty hated him, the rest of the mutants that he lived understood, but Kitty had been cold. She couldn't believe that he could let someone else die for him. But he had. He hadn't been able to face death yet. Not like Kurt. Kurt had been perfectly willing to die for a team member. Perfect Kurt.
"Yes! Okay? I could have saved him! I saved myself instead! Are you happy now?" he snarled as he spun back around.
She watched him wide eyed as he paced the room.
"I wasn't ready to die! I had a baby on the way, and girlfriend I loved with all my heart! Kurt had nothing but his faith! Yeah, it was selfish, yeah, I lost everything after that, and YEAH, I regret it! EVERYDAY! But I did what I did, and the woman I loved survived, so I was punished for it! She left me for my best friend! The baby died! What more could happen, Kitty? What more can you do to me?" Lance's voice rose and fell as he paced the room furiously.
Kitty just cried. Sobbed on that cot in that tiny shack as she watched the suffering of the man she loved.
"We had a baby?" she whispered, the ache in her soul growing.
Lance turned on her then. He stalked over to the bed, and yanked her up by the arms.
"We had a baby. Her name was Anastasia Kristen, and she didn't live past birth. How can you not remember this?" he whispered fiercely, grasping her arms as if he let go, she too would die.
"I just can't. I'm so sorry Lance…I'm just so sorry," she collapsed sobbing. Lance's tears began then. He pulled her close into the circle of his arms.
"She was beautiful, Kit. She was just so perfect. She had the cutest blue eyes you could ever see and her little fingers were just so small. She was born prematurely, and we didn't have the resources at the time to take care of her. None of the hospitals in the U.S. would accept mutant patients, so we had to deliver her in the back of a van. We tried, Kit, we really did, but she didn't make it," Lance wept, clutching Kitty tightly to him.
"It's okay, it's okay," Kitty comforted him through her own sorrow. She sat down on the cot, pulling him with her, and they wept. Kitty pulled Lance tightly to her. She loved him, and would never let him go.
"Lance, whatever I did or said in the past, I'm sorry. But I love you with all my heart, and I don't ever want to leave you, and I don't want you to ever leave me," she whispered as she took his face into her hands. "I'm sorry about Kurt, and our baby, but if I'm going to survive at all, and I'm guessing you want me to, I need you by my side. I love you, I love you so much."
Jolting colors and sharp pain shot through her head.
Lance had exhausted himself weeping and talking to Kitty, and quickly fell asleep in the chair next to her. He was awakened not too many minutes later by a sharp rap on the door of the room. He shot up out of the chair and tried to regain his bearings as Rogue and Pietro charged in, followed by Blob, Wanda, and Toad carrying several armloads of flowers. Not soon after that, while Rogue was administering the morphine, Pyro and Sabretooth burst through the door carrying a exceptionally large teddy bear and wearing sheepish and embarrassed grins.
"What the hell is all of this?" Lance shouted over the general buzz of voices in the once deathly silent room.
"This is our attempt to say we care," Wanda replied for all of them. "And now for the finishing touch…" She brought her hands in front of her, and they began to glow blue.
"What are you doing! Stop it Wanda!" Lance yelled as he watched her.
"Shut up, Lance. She knows what she's doin'," Rogue shushed him.
Twin bolts of neon blue chaos magic flew from her hands and engulfed Kitty's body. Seconds later Kitty shot up with a cry of alarm, the bruises fading slowly from her face.
Lance dashed towards her and held her upright while she gasped for air.
"Okay, wel someone till me whet joost 'appened?" Pyro asked, looking around at the other shocked faces in the room. "Hey! Thi Sheila's down!" he yelped as he ran over to Wanda and helped her up off the floor.
"Thanks."
"Ye welcome."
"Oh my God," they all heard. "I'm alive?"
A cheer burst forth from the collective group as they crowded around Kitty.
"What happened?" she asked, dazedly gaping around the room at the dozens and dozens of flowers.
"Ya was running away from the Institute cause the Prof. an Scott an Jean was controllin' us, and ya hid behind a tree an Ah hit the tree with my truck, an then Ah brought ya ta the Brotherhood house, an then we brought ya here. Ya had a concussion and a punctuad lung, so me an Wanda patched ya up, and then Lance talked ta ya for a while, probably professing his undyin' love or something equally corny("HEY!" Lance interrupted), an then the boys and Wanda went an bought ya some flowas cause they actually like ya but won't eva say it ta ya face, an then, well, Ah'm not sure what furball an matchstick ova there was doin this whole time, but they brought ya the giant teddy bear ova there, and then everybody came back an Wanda changed the probability of ya waking up just then an the probability of ya bein healed up ta one hundred an then ya woke up," Rogue narrated all in one breath.
Kitty looked around her with tears in her eyes as she witnessed what her true friends had done for her.
"Thank you. Thank you so much!" she cried as she clung to Lance.
The goofy grins on everyone's faces were almost too much like Japanese Anime to bear, but it was worth it. Rogue soon shooed everyone out of the room so Kitty could change (Rogue had gone back to the wreck and gotten Kitty's suitcase. That was what Sabretooth and Pyro had been doing. Washing Kitty's clothes. ) and left her and Lance to talk as soon as she was sure that Kitty was all right .
As soon as she left the room, Kitty threw her arms around Lance and kissed him emotionally. When she pulled away, Lance looked down at her in amusement.
"What was that for?"
"I love you Lance! I'm sorry about calling you a hood. I'm sorry about everything I might have done to you. But I l-l-ove you! And I don't ever want to lose you, okay?" she declared, gazing up into his eyes.
"Oh, you won't have to worry about that," Lance laughed as he returned her loving gaze, surprised to see the tears in her sapphire eyes. "You're stuck with me, Pretty Kitty. Whether you like it or not!"
THE ENDOkay, okay, It sucked right? Actually, I'm pretty proud of it. It's the first fanfic that I've ever finished! Of the seventeen or more fanfics that I've begun, all of them being long and complicated, this is the first I've ever finished!
YAY FOR ME!
I would like to thank all of the reviewers! If it wasn't for them, I wouldn't have been able to crank this dang thing out, but I kept getting good reviews, so I figured that I should finish it for all the people who wanted to know what happened.
Okay, I know ya'll were probably expecting more from that whole thing I wrote up at the top, but that refers to everything, especially the new stories that I'm gonna put up on this site, so REVIEW, okay? ;)
Oh, yeah, I know I said that there might be Romy, but I figured that everything would get too complicated trying to write scenes with Romy, scenes with Lancitty, and scenes with Alternate Lancitty, so I left it out. Things were much too emotional as it was, so I might have had an emotional breakdown if I had added them.
I did have a nice Jonda moment, though, at the end.
It was begging to be put there, so I had to put it in, or the gods of fanfiction might have cursed me.
Somebody Please Critique Me.
I need to know if I could've done anything better, or what!
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