Teaching the Difference

"What did you want to be when you grew up?" Kitty asked as she looked to her right to look at him. Her voice was playful and it brought a smile to John's lips. Visiting John had quickly become routine for Kitty. When everyone else would go out to dangerous missions, she would volunteer to stay behind and monitor John. Monitoring John, of course meant bringing him food and trying to keep his spirits up.

"What do you mean?" he asked, looking back at her; a smirk still on his face. He was beginning to learn to smile again. When Kitty was around, it came out naturally. He glanced down at his hands, which were still chained. The only difference was Kitty's hand. It was resting on top of his, which were lying on his lap.

"Ya know, before you found out about your powers…what did you want to be?" She ended her question with an expectant smile. John sat there silently and thought for a long time. Kitty thought he wasn't going to answer so she gave him an encouraging squeeze of her hand. It made him turn to look at her. First he looked at her hair, and then her lips then rested finally at her eyes.

"Uh, well when I was in Australia I used to spend a lot of time at zoos and aquariums. So, I always thought I would do something with animals." John said, with a thoughtful look in his eyes. Kitty gave him a big toothy smile and John couldn't help but admire her in that moment. She was such a breath of fresh air in his life. He couldn't imagine living in that cell if it wasn't for her visits.

"What about you?" John asked. She had obviously thought about this often because she didn't take more than three seconds to answer.

"A teacher." She said; John nodded his approval. He moved his free hand to move on top of hers. His fingers touching ever so slightly; doing small brushstrokes across the top.

"What kind of teacher?" He asked. He noticed that she was watching his hand. Her breathing was heavy but even.

"Well…computers were always the obvious choice." She said with a smile, as if she was thinking of a fond memory. "But I always thoughts that ethics was cool. I remember all the lectures the Professor gave on the subject. Learning the difference between right and wrong…" Kitty trailed off. John wondered if she thoughts being here, with him; was right or wrong. She was supposed to be keeping watch on a murderer, not holding hands and talking about their thoughts and feelings. As John let his thoughts take over, he felt Kitty move closer to him. Her knees brushing against his. He felt her free hand move to his leg. He felt her delicate fingers trace the faint pinstripes on his pants. The trailed up from his knee. Up, up; higher, higher. He felt a flutter somewhere deep in his stomach. He looked nervously up to her eyes and saw a gleam that made his stomach flip and his throat dry. He leaned closer to her and whispered into her ear.

"Is this right or is this wrong?" Shivers ran up her arms as she met his hungry blue eyes. She didn't understand why, but a feeling came over her. It told her to run.

Just as his lips were mere inches away from hers; she did just that.