Kitty vs Amanda (Danger Room, Fighting over Kurt, Kitty wins) – Requested by Meredith

Kitty raised her weapon and smiled down at her victim.
"Goodbye," she whispered.

SPLAT

Over at the sink, Jean shook her head. "Kitty, that's just a little disturbing. Stop it.? The brunette looked up from her work.
"What?" she asked, confused. "You told me to do this!"
"I told you to mash the potatoes," Jean informed her. "I never told you to talk to them first."
Kitty frowned. "Oh, come on. Like, as if it's hurting anyone? At least let me have a little fun..."
Jean shook her head again. "Fun is one thing. Torturing the vegetables is another. Especially when you're projecting at full volume and I have to fight the urge to stomp on these tomatoes."
Kitty sniggered at that mental image before letting out a sigh. "But this is, like, so unfair! I mean, first Kurt gets to have Amanda sleep over, which is against the rules. Then we have to make them dinner! Seriously, I never even got offered this when I was with Lance!"
Jean resumed stuffing her chicken. "Okay, first, I don't need to honour the reference to Lance with a response. Second, the Professor is more lenient toward Kurt for the simple reason that he can't go out that often. Third, the pay-off is that if anything happens, anything that calls for the X-Men to show up, Kurt is on first call whether Amanda is here or not. And fourth..."
"What's fourth?"
"Fourth, mash the stupid potatoes. But do it quietly. And stop projecting."
Kitty snorted, but picked up the masher and got back to work. For a few minutes, neither of them said anything, until finally Jean spoke without looking up.
"Kitty, why don't you like Amanda?"
Kitty shrugged. "Because we don't really know her, is all. She just popped up one day, showed interest, and suddenly Kurt's mooning around like a lovesick puppy."
"Nice analogy," commented Jean, "But bad excuse. Try again."
"I mean it!" insisted Kitty. "Look, Kurt's my friend, and I worry about him. He trusts people too easily. Look at what happened with Tabitha!"
Jean nodded. "Who you got along with just fine until Kurt started seeing her.? Kitty said nothing, but instead glared down at the potatoes. "Kitty, is it at all possible that you're just a tiny bit jealous of Amanda? Only a little bit?"
"No!" Kitty answered quickly - just a little too quickly, and a little too loudly. She covered it with an unconvincing fake laugh. "Geez, Jean! You're, like, worse than Rogue!"
Jean lowered the knife she'd been using and turned around. "Kitty, look," she said softly. "I know-"
Kitty, still facing away from Jean, gripped the bowl of mashed potatoes with both hands. "Jean," she interrupted suddenly. "Now I'm not, like, a telepath or anything, so I'm not sure what you're going to say. But just so you know? If it sounds even a little like one of your 'sympathetic understanding' speeches, I swear here and now that I will empty this bowl over your head. Kurt is my friend and I worry about him. That is all. Now drop the topic, okay?"
For another moment, Jean looked at Kitty's back, then, shaking her head, she picked up the knife again and resumed slicing bread. At the sound, Kitty let out a silent breath and started preparing some carrots. Other than maybe being a little annoyed, she looked fine.
But inside, although she wouldn't even admit it to herself, she was dreading the moment when she'd have to deliver the meal to the radiantly happy elf.

----

An hour later, Kitty delivered the meal to the furiously indignant elf.
"You've got to be kidding me!" he was saying. "One night! All I'm asking for is one night where I don't have to run off and save the world! Can't someone else do it? Bitte?"
Charles massaged his brow. "Kurt," he repeated for the umpteenth time, "you agreed to these terms when you planned this evening. I allowed you to bend the rules this far. But now you are needed - and I don't just mean because of the agreement. For this task, we'd need you anyway. Nobody else is quite as capable for what we need."
Kitty nudged Scott, who was standing by the door. "What's going on?"
"The Brotherhood are robbing a department store. The Professor's worried that they'll attract police attention, so he wants us to get rid of them before anyone else finds out they're inside the building."
Kitty nodded. "And Kurt was planning a night off," she summarised. In spite of the disappointment she felt for her friend, there was a tiny voice inside her that was pleased that the 'special night' had been cancelled. She squashed it. "Look," she sighed halfheartedly, "I can go instead of Kurt if that makes things easier." Scott shook his head sadly.
"I'm sure Kurt would appreciate the offer, but we need him specifically. Toad got inside the heating vents of the store and he's using them to ferry stuff outside. Once he's holed up in there, Kurt's the only one capable of flushing him out."
"Spend an evening with Amanda, or chase Toad up and down a cramped, hot metal pipe," Kitty murmured under her breath. "Tough choice..."
Scott hadn't caught the words and cocked his head. "What?"
"What?" asked Kitty, feigning innocence. Scott looked at her skeptically.
"I heard something," he muttered, looking back at Kurt. Who, at that moment, despite all arguments and objections, gave in and stalked over to them.
"He knows! That verdammt slimeball knew, somehow, that I had plans tonight, and this is to ruin them! I know it! Jeder verdammt mal! Das bloede kleine grüne..." as Kurt's rant slid into various German obscenities, Kitty held up one hand.
"Fuzzy," she cut him off. "Calm down. Save the anger for when you're beating up Toad, okay?"
At that suggestion, an evil light seemed to come into Kurt's eyes. "Ja," he breathed. "I'll save it all for the slimeball..." and with a short bow, he vanished -

BAMF

- to reappear on the other side of the room, where Amanda stood near the dinner table with a worried frown on her face.
"Bad news, meine liebe," he informed her. "I have to go to work. I'll be back as fast as I can... want me to bring back Toad's head as a present?"
Amanda laughed through her disappointment. "Nice thought, sweetie, but what would I do with it?"
Kurt appeared to think about this. "Scare the kids at Halloween?"

----

A short time later, Kitty was loading the dishes and platters into the oven to keep them warm. Hearing the door open, she glanced up - and made direct eye contact with Amanda as she walked into the kitchen.
Had anyone else been present, they'd have sworn that the temperature dropped twenty degrees at that moment.
Forcing a smile, Kitty quickly returned her attention to the oven and faked a cheery tone. "Do you want anything to eat? This stuff's still warm..."
"No thanks," Amanda replied absently. "I'll wait for Kurt." At that, unseen by Amanda, a corner of Kitty's mouth turned up.
"Hmm. Turning down food for Kurt. Now that's loyalty."
Amanda's eyes narrowed, but no other sign indicated that she was aware she'd been insulted. She continued walking forwards slowly. "Oh, well, it's a happy medium. I mean, some people just starve themselves - they end up looking like toothpicks with heads - and it's so sad, you know? See, they just don't seem to realise how bad that looks."
A dangerous light was coming into Kitty's eyes. "Really?" she said softly. "Is that a fact?"
"Oh, sure," Amanda continued brightly. "Just look around - all of them are single, aren't they? I mean, do you know a single girl like that with a boyfriend?"
Kitty changed her tone to match Amanda's. "No, can't say I do," she responded. "But then, maybe those girls just don't want to seem desperate. Like, I know some girls - really bitchy ones - who just latch onto a lonely, decent guy and hold onto him like grim death, just so they can say they're not single. It's so pathetic, you know?"
Amanda came to a stop one meter away from Kitty. "And these... pathetic bitches..." she said slowly. "Would I know any of them from school or somewhere? Just so I can get a clue, here?"
"Oh, I don't know if you can get a clue, Amanda," Kitty replied in the same sugary voice. "But then, you might know one of them. She's, like, the biggest skank of them all."

The tension in the room was a palpable thing. At last, Amanda dropped all pretense.
"Kitty, you can be jealous and bitter and immature and pathetic all you damn well want. But if you don't stop throwing it in my face, I will drop you like the dumb little bitch that you are."
Kitty's fake angelic smile dropped away. "Sorry, Amanda, but even if you can move fast enough underneath all that blubber to beat a five-year-old, you couldn't drop me if you tried."
Amanda's stare was ice. "Try me, bitch."
"Oh, you bet your enormous ass I will."

----

Six minutes and forty-seven seconds later, Amanda looked around the Danger Room, seeing it for the first time. As the highly-polished metal walls bounced her reflection back at her, she smirked and glanced at Kitty.
"Wow, a big, dark hole in the ground where you can look at yourself the whole time. Kitty, you must love it here!" she commented.
"And if it only had a McDonald's, it'd be perfect for you," Kitty retorted.
Amanda gritted her teeth. "So, is this actually going to probe anything? Or are you just hoping that Kurt will give you some sympathy afterwards?"
Kitty snorted. "Puh-leez. You think this is only about Kurt?"
"Then what is it about?" Amanda responded quickly. "Why do you want to get into a fight with me, Kitty, if this has nothing to do with Kurt? Please, just get over yourself and admit that you're just... plain... jealous."
Kitty stepped very close. "Oh, no, Amanda, it's not just jealousy. Even if I was jealous."
"No?" Amanda asked, almost whispering now. "Then if you're not jealous, what are you?"
"So awesomely pissed off."

THWACK!

Amanda reeled back a few paces, holding her jaw where Kitty had landed a sudden backhanded punch. Then she shook her head and glared at Kitty even harder.
"You skinny little bitch," she spat. Kitty smirked.
"What's wrong, 'Manda?" she cooed. "One punch is enough for you?"
"You wish," Amanda grated. "But since you'll just phase on me if I go after you, there's not much point, now is there?"
"Oh, no, no, no," Kitty corrected her smugly. "I only phase when I'm, like, going to lose a fight. You, I'm going to beat the old-fashioned way."
Amanda smiled coldly. "Then bring it on."

Kitty walked forward slowly, calmly, her arms at her sides. In three steps, she was in range, and snapped up her left hand in a flash with a short stabbing punch aimed at Amanda's midriff. An instant later, she launched a roundhouse punch with her right while Amanda looked at her left. But Amanda was ready - she spun sideways, catching the low left with one raised knee and blocking the right-hander easily on one forearm. Then she attacked, a quick swiping chop at the base of Kitty's neck that the small brunette only barely caught, her own hand shooting up and stopping the blow inches from striking.
Pushing Amanda's hand away and stepping back a little, Kitty's mind raced. She'd expected Amanda to be clumsy, slow, predictable, but instead the girl moved like lightning and knew her stuff, which could only mean that...
"Self-defence classes, 'Manda? I'm impressed."
"Jujitsu," she sneered. "Kurt likes a girl who can handle herself."
Which means, Kitty thought, that she's almost as fast, a little stronger, a little taller, a lot heavier, and she knows how to fight.
Maybe this wasn't such a great idea...
But it was far too late for misgivings, because Amanda then advanced once more.

The bigger girl let loose a heavy rain of punches and chops as she moved in, swinging both hands in synch; Kitty blocked swiftly, martial arts style, catching some on her forearms and shoulders and dodging some by stepping backwards as Amanda came forward. She weaved swiftly, and Amanda overreached, losing her balance - and then it was Kitty's turn.
The smaller valley girl didn't strike quite so hard, but she moved faster, advancing as she fought, claiming back the ground she'd lost while defending. A few seconds later, Amanda stumbled as she moved back; Kitty stepped in close to take an advantage.
Too late, she saw the smirk on Amanda's face. It was a feint.
Amanda spun on one foot and landed a heel in the small of Kitty's back; Kitty stumbled forwards; and as she passed, Amanda lashed out. Blood dripped from Kitty's nose as she came to a halt, and she instinctively struck behind her with a swinging kick - catching Amanda by surprise as she came up behind. A grunt and a wheeze informed Kitty that she'd wounded her opponent, giving her time to move out of reach.
For an instant, they glared at one another, panting.
Then they engaged again.

Amanda changed tactics. As Kitty swung, she caught the blow on her right wrist; then, with an abrupt twist, she grabbed the arm in her hand.. A left jab to Kitty's collarbone distracted the valley girl long enough for Amanda to take a real advantage - she twisted Kitty's arm around behind her and, squeezing Kitty's neck with one hand, forced the smaller girl to kneel with Amanda holding her down from behind. Amanda grinned.
"Pressure points," she hissed in Kitty's ear. "Learned it in Jujitsu."
Kitty grimaced in pain and spoke through gritted teeth. "Nice... but do you... know what you... didn't learn in... Jujitsu?"
Without waiting for an answer, Kitty brought her free hand downwards - hard - in a swift punch that landed squarely on the tip of Amanda's left foot. The response was instantaneous; a muffled snap announced that two of Amanda's toes had broken, and the pressure on Kitty's neck and arm slipped.
Kitty shot to her feet, bringing her head back sharply, headbutting Amanda in the face as she rose. While the bigger girl staggered back, one eye swelling, Kitty turned to face her and smirked.
"In Jujitsu," she explained, "they don't teach you to fight rough."

----

Upstairs, a cloud of smoke billowed out from nowhere with a brief flash of amber light and a small explosion of sound. Kurt, dressed in a now-torn uniform, one eye blackened and one lip swollen, looked around in confusion.
"Amanda?" he called to the empty room. A moment later, the door swung open and Scott and Evan, still dressed in their own respective uniforms, entered.
"K-Man, slow down," Evan called. "Have a break first. Toad hit you pretty hard back there."
"He's right, Kurt," Scott agreed. "Jean's finding you some aspirin. You're lucky you don't have a concussion after that fight."
Kurt snorted. "I'm lucky? Hah. You should have seen what I did to Toad," he retorted. The other two winced.
"I did," Scott assured him. Evan shuddered.
"Dude, you can be nasty when you're pissed off, you know that? I mean, I don't like Todd, but... damn."
The blue teen sighed. "Alright. Aspirin first, then Amanda. Now, where did Jean go?"
"I think she said the kitchen," Scott supplied.

----

Kitty rammed an elbow into Amanda's kidneys a second before she brought her head down with a handful of hair. "Now who's handling themselves, bitch?" she smirked.
Amanda growled and suddenly, with surprising strength, launched a series of punches at Kitty's head and chest. One struck her cheek, starting to bruise instantly; in retaliation, Kitty kicked Amanda in the shin, and the bigger girl fell to her knees.

----

Kurt gulped down two aspirin and sighed. "Now can I go find Amanda?" he asked plaintively. Jean chuckled.
"Sure. I'll just find her, and..." she trailed off, eyes wide.
Rogue stuck her head in the door. "Have any of y'all seen Kitty?" she asked. Jean groaned.
"Oh, noooo... dammit, I thought she vented all this frustration on the potatoes..."
Everyone stared at her.
"Jean, what the hell are you talking about?" Scott asked.
She rubbed her forehead. "Kurt, Amanda's in the Danger Room... but I should warn you, it's not pretty..."

----

Amanda lay on her back on the floor, glaring up at Kitty, a new bruise appearing on her forehead, panting.
Standing over her, Kitty grinned, also panting. "I win," she announced smugly.

BAMF

"WHAT IN GOD'S NAME IS GOING ON HERE?"
Both girls froze. "Um... hi, Kurt..." Kitty managed.
"Kurt!" Amanda gasped from the floor. "This bitch... she..."
"You're fighting. I go off to stop the Brotherhood from destroying a department store, and I come back to see my girlfriend and one of my best friends trying to kill each other." Kurt was looking back and forth, stunned.
Both girls pointed at each other. "She started it," they said in unison.
Kurt threw up his hands. "Idiots. I'm surrounded by idiots."
Amanda looked furious. "Kurt, I swear, she-"
"I don't want to hear it," he cut her off. Amanda boggled at him.
"You're taking her side?" she demanded.
Kurt rubbed the back of his neck with one hand. "Nein. I'm not taking anyone's side. All I'm saying is that -"
Amanda struggled to her feet. "For Christ"s sake!" she exploded. "First, you blow me off for our dinner. Then, your friend beats me up. Then, you take her side over mine!"
"Leibes, I-"
"Don't you leebz me," she growled. "This has been, without doubt, the absolute worst night of my life! Because of you!"
"Amand-"
"No! I don't care about it, Kurt! That's it! We're over, and I'm going home!"
And Amanda stalked out of the open doors, not even looking at the other four students who stood there, having run down to see what was going on.

Kurt stared after her for a moment, stunned. Then he looked back at Kitty. "She just broke up with me. Because you got into a fight with her while I was gone."
Kitty nodded nervously. "Um... yeah... kinda..."
Kurt stepped away. "These people are completely insane," he said, mostly to himself. Then he looked back at Kitty. "This had better be a dream, Kitty. I'm going to bed."

BAMF

Jean walked over to the bruised and battered Kitty.
"He's right, you know," she commented. "You are insane. And an idiot."
Kitty nodded. "Yeah. But I kicked her ass." She rubbed one of her injuries. "And now I need a bath. Bye!"
Kitty walked right past Jean, who stood there, stunned. "Kurt's going to be furious at you when he works out that this really happened," she yelled as Kitty left the room.
"I know!" Kitty called back. "Goodnight!"
Jean shook her head in astonishment, and looked around. For some reason, she was alone.
"Scott? Evan?"

----

Scott sighed. "Evan, what are you doing? You grabbed me and dragged me up here, and now I want to know why."
Evan looked over from what he was doing at the Danger Room control console. "Dude, word association. Kitty and Amanda. Catfight. Danger Room. Security cameras. Video tape." He raised en eyebrow. "Making any connections here?"
Scott thought about this.
Then he sat down, looking at the console.
Evan grinned and hit 'PLAY'.