For the sake of the story, they fell in the afternoon. They probably did but I'm just repeating it in case I remembered wrongly.

Title, and ending I suppose, is somewhat inspired by the episode "You're Welcome" from Angel which belongs to Joss Whedon.

It had been a few hours, maybe more, since they'd last spoken. Kitty couldn't tell. Her watch had stopped working, ever since she got soaked she supposed. She unbuckled it and tossed it aside roughly. She only knew that she'd dozed off, since darkness had fallen already. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the dark and after a while she managed to make out her surroundings. She didn't know how far they'd drifted since falling in, and she doubted that Pietro would know. Scanning the area, Kitty decided that it actually wasn't too bad. The river narrowed here and was more like a small stream that trickled above countless round pebbles, smooth from years of the running water wearing away any rough edges. The wind was a gentle breeze, tickling her neck and hair the way a mother would her child, or perhaps like a lover's caress. A shudder ran down her spine as she seemed to recall something and her cheeks warmed a little. Yet somehow she couldn't understand why. She breathed a sigh, hugging her knees tightly. The night sky was breath-taking, to say the least. In the city, the beauty of the night sky was lost in never-ending clouds of smoke and dust that hung over the city even at night. Yet here the sky was clear, and the stars, shining and shimmering, were like confetti casually sprinkled on the velvet night sky, all seeming to smile and wink at her at the same time.

She smiled back.

The great outdoors... Kitty shut her eyes and breathed in deeply. The whole atmosphere was... peaceful even.

"What's taking them so long!" Scratch that.

"Well, maybe your so-called friends aren't exactly in a hurry to find you," She snapped back, glaring at the source of the voice for disturbing her. Pietro was lying down on the grass next to her. Naturally, he decided to ignore her.

"They should be here by now... I mean. My father has tons of helicopters at his disposal, or even if he didn't he could surely just... you know... grab one." He made a grabbing gesture with his right hand, referring to his father's power over all things metal. "Anyway, what's one to save his favourite son? Those idiots should have told him I'm down here by now... Unless of course they're too scared," He sniggered. "Hey, where are your friends huh?" He looked at her pointedly, raising an eyebrow.

She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. Where were they? Were they looking for her? Had Rogue been too afraid to tell the Professor? What was taking them so long? Surely... surely with all their 'talents' there was some way they could find her...

"Kitty..." Pietro was waving his hand in front of her face, wondering why she'd zoned out so suddenly.

"Huh?" She pushed away her train of thoughts, barely catching what he'd said. He'd called her 'Kitty'... Or had she imagined that?

"Ah, I knew it! Finally realised what a good-looking bastard I am eh?" He declared confidently.

"Dream on Maximoff!" She hastily replied, "Well... alright. Maybe the bastard part," She pretended to reconsider before bursting into laughter.

"Ouch. That hurt Pryde," He clutched his chest and feigned a pained look. She giggled. Somehow, down here, Pietro wasn't himself. In school, he was an annoying, obnoxious, chauvinistic pig and it had been all she could do to prevent herself from smacking him every time she saw him, wishing she could wipe that trademark arrogant smirk off his face. Here, no doubt he was still obnoxious and chauvinistic, but she saw a side of him she'd never seen before. He seemed more carefree and relaxed and that suited him more than the seriousness she knew he possessed whenever he had been sent on a mission by his father. His sarcasm wasn't scathing, more of the cheekiness of a young child, in a way that made her laugh. And that was certainly a first. She realised she could see now the dashing boy that had charmed practically the whole female population at their school. Perhaps, down here, she wouldn't mind being friends. Maybe more...

She shook her head. It could never happen. They were enemies and could never be anything more. She wouldn't tempt herself by entertaining impossible thoughts. Impossible. That's what they were.

"So..." She began, in an effort to distract herself from thoughts that were wrong in more ways than one. Pietro raised an eyebrow at her. She was trying to make conversation with him?

"Did the fall kill half your brain cells or have you changed your mind?" He leered at her and she smacked his arm playfully, her cheeks suddenly feeling warmer than usual, and she was instantly glad that the darkness would hide any sign of the crimson that was probably rushing up to her cheeks by now.

"Well, it must've killed half your brain cells if you think I'll ever like you," She retorted, enjoying their friendly banter, all earlier thoughts of them being enemies seeming to have vanished.

"Alright alright... looks like you haven't lost your sharp tongue have you?" Pietro held up his hands in a mock surrender.

"Why? Cat got yours?" Kitty giggled as Pietro sighed, then was overcome by a shiver, her clothes still slightly damp.

"Cold?" Pietro sat up and looked at her. She didn't know whether her eyes were playing tricks on her in the dark or whether Pietro actually seemed concerned.

"Stop doing that Pietro or I'll start to think you actually," She gasped, "Care for me," Kitty fluttered her eyes, her hand dramatically retracting to her chest the way she imagined one of his brainless fangirls might. After a moment, she burst out laughing. Pietro didn't seem faintly amused.

"Very funny," He rolled his eyes. She grinned, then out of the blue, sneezed loudly. She sniffled and tightened her grip around her knees.

"You're cold," Pietro whispered softly, then without warning, shifted closer to her, till she could feel his shoulder pressed against hers. Perhaps it was the way he'd said it, but somehow she didn't retort that he was stating the obvious. She didn't move away. She hesitated a moment, then leaned her head on his shoulder, noting that it was a perfect height.

"Thanks," She sniffled, closing her eyes and yawning. Pietro glanced down at her, slightly surprised. No witty remark. Nothing. He smiled. He opened his mouth to say something, but the steady rise and fall of her chest told him she'd fallen asleep already.

"You're welcome," He whispered, before leaning his head on hers and dozing off, a hint of a smile on his face.

I could get used to this.