A/N- I certainly hope that you all are enjoying the story so far! To scottfan who expressed concern over Remy being a "doofus", I have to say that not being an expert with computers hardly makes him a doofus. I don't enjoy characters who are good at everything. They are boring.

That is all.

Remy casually leaned against the counter with his arms crossed, watching Kitty as she pulled a freshly popped bag of popcorn out of the microwave and ripped it open after giving it a shake.

"So, what did you tell your boyfriend?"

Kitty looked up from her work pouring the bag of popcorn into a big mixing bowl. "I told him I was sick. He's kind of a germaphobe, I knew he'd stay away if he thought I was contagious."

"You realize he's going to find out you're living with three men eventually, right?"

"Not necessarily." She said indignantly, tossing the empty popcorn bag into the trash, "I'm pretty good at hiding things."

"Like how you're secretly some kind of computer wiz kid?" He asked casually, moving over to the refrigerator to pull his baby carrots out in preparation for the nights events. "Don't give me that shocked, blank look. You knew exactly what you were doing, tonight. You didn't hesitate once. You didn't even break a sweat."

Kitty let out a dismissive laugh, "I told you, that was just a fluke-"

"I've been breaking into properties since I was seven. And I've been hacking into computer systems since I was sixteen. Not to toot my own horn or anything, but I'm pretty good. You hacked in past that firewall before I even knew what was going on." He popped a baby carrot in his mouth and chewed it silently, as they exchanged a pregnant stare. "And you don't want anyone knowing what you're capable of. So my question is; Why would you hide it? What importance does it have?" He narrowed his eyes playfully, "Did you do something illegal? Aside from earlier this evening of course..."

"No." She knit her brow, "I'm not hiding anything."

"Is that why you have all this money Rogue claims you're hiding?"

"I'm not hiding anything!"

"Then why didn't you put extensive compufer skills on your resume?" He raised an eyebrow and chomped on another baby carrot. "Why'd you lie and say I Danny Ocean'd the night?"

Kitty dropped her gaze to the bowl of popcorn and shook her head, "You're reading way too far into this. It was a silly coincidence. That's it. Okay? I don't like computers, I don't own a computer, I don't understand computers. That's it. End of story." She scooped the bowl up off the counter and phased through the counter into the living room where Pyro and Piotr were in the midst of a heated discussion over which Star Wars movie they should begin with.

Kitty set the bowl of popcorn down and sat between them on the couch next to Piotr who was glaring at Pyro in the beige arm chair. "It is not baloney."

"It is mate. You try to make everything all artsy fartsy, like that'll back up your premise. I say, it makes logical sense to start with episode four. The original."

"It makes no logical sense at all. The movies are meant to be watched in chronological order. The story makes less sense if you watch the original three first."

"Then why did George Lucas make them that way in the first place, hmm?" Pyro raised an eyebrow.

Remy set down four beers on the coffee table and flopped down on the arm chair across from Pyro, "They have this argument every time. Pyro just has the hots for Leia. We always start with episode one." He informed Kitty as he twisted the top off one of the beers and handed it to her.

"Well good, because if you started with four, you'd finish with episode three, and that would be a terrible disappointment." Kitty stated, taking the beer with slight reluctance.

"See?" Piotr grinned at Pyro.

"You're all full of shit. Episode three was epic. Watching Darth Vader become Darth Vader? It's hilarious! I love watchin' people go crazy..."

"It's the story of his life." Remy smiled as he pulled the movie out of its case and stood up to slip it in the player.

"Alright, the rules to the drinking game are really simple." Pyro began, reaching for one of the beers on the table to twist the top off. "Since we're watching Episode One," He sneered in Remy's direction, "You take a drink any time anyone says midichlorians, any time a battle droid says 'roger roger', whenever pod racers are mentioned or shown, whenever anyone turns a lightsaber on or off, and basically any time Jar Jar Binks annoys you. I get drunk pretty quick."

"Damn Jar Jar." Remy grumbled under his breath as he slumped back down in his seat.

"You wouldn't have to deal with Jar Jar if you'd put A New Hope on instead." Pyro took a swig of beer and shrugged, "Just sayin'."

Thirty minutes into the movie, Pyro was already on his third beer and in the grey area between sober and tipsy. He took another swig of beer when Jar Jar Binks showed up on screen and shook his head, pointing at the screen with the bottle, "Ya gotta hand it to the kid, ya know? He's what... ten? Nine? And he's putting the moves on Natalie Portman."

"It does not... sit well." Piotr frowned, "He seems too young. It looks wrong."

"He's just nine and she's fourteen." Kitty grinned to herself, "Yeah he's, probably gunna marry her someday... Well I know he built C3P0 and I've heard how fast his pod can go-"

Pyro let out a long groan, effectively cutting her off, "Ugh! Stop Weird Al-ing!"

Remy pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a breath, "We should add a rule to the game. Every time Kitty makes a Weird Al reference we throw a bottle at her."

"Whatever. I've only done it a few times." Kitty rolled her eyes.

"Four. You've done it four times." Remy shook his head, "And that is four times too many."

"Yeah, drunk Kitty is annoying." Pyro stated louder than necessary.

Kitty chuckled with a little snort, "I've only had half a beer."

"You are a lightweight." Piotr smiled, "It is a good thing Jar Jar Binks does not bother you so much."

"Mesa thinkin' you be right." She laughed to herself again and took a drink, "My Jar Jar annoyed me, so I had a drink."

Pyro snorted out a boisterous laugh, "You're the Jar Jar Binks of the group!"

"Am not." Kitty frowned, "You're the Jar Jar Binks. You're the one with the accent."

"Accent card again, eh? You're racist, Kitty."

Piotr let out a breath and turned to Pyro, "I do not think that means what you think it means."

Pyro slapped his leg and began laughing uncontrollably at Piotr's unintentional reference to The Princess Bride, managing to gasp out single unintelligible words between laughter.

They managed to hear the knock on the door above Pyro's giggle fest and Remy let out a sigh, "Thank God, the pizza's here. We need to get some food into Pyro, soak up some of that booze. It's only been a half an hour and he's already turned into the Riddler."

Kitty hopped up and hurried over to the door, taking the two pizza boxes in one hand and paying the pizza boy with her other. She returned to the living room, placing the two boxes on the coffee table. "I'll go get some plates."

"Katya," Piotr chuckled, "We do not need plates."

Pyro ripped the first box open and dug in, explaining how much he loved Hawaiian pizza, and Kitty sat back down next to Piotr.

"Aren't you guys worried about like... crumbs or spills?"

"You worry too much." He informed her calmly, "Relax."

"That's right Shiela, you're living with men now. We don't care if things get a little messy." Pyro chimed in, taking an overly large mouthful of Hawaiian pizza. "little bit of pizza sauce never hurt anyone." He mumbled through his chewed up food.

"Pizza in general isn't a wise decision." Remy grimaced at the sight of Pyro chewing with his mouth open. "It's full of garbage your body doesn't need."

"Peperoni is garbage?" Kitty raised an eyebrow as she lifted a piece of pizza out of the box, "Because I'm pretty sure it's awesome. And if garbage is awesome, then just call me Oscar the Grouch."

Pyro barked out a laugh, "He lives in a garbage can, I get it."

Piotr grinned and picked a piece of pizza, "Do not listen to Remy, he can come across as a buzz kill."

"That's because he's eating rabbit food instead of pizza." Pyro snorted, taking another large bite of pizza. "It's disgusting."

They watched the rest of the movie, continuing on with their drinking game, and by the time the end credits had begun to roll, both Pyro and Remy had passed out. Remy uttered a gentle snore and Kitty squinted at him with a frown,

"I'm not sure if he fell asleep or if its alcohol induced."

"Alcohol." Piotr nodded, "This happens ever time we watch Phantom Menace. they really do not like Jar Jar Binks."

"Obviously." Kitty giggled into her beer bottle as she took a sip, "He never really bothered me that much. I thought he was kind of funny."

"And that is why you are only on your second beer." Piotr smiled.

"What about you? You've had as many as them and you seem totally fine."

"Katya," Piotr chuckled and shook his head, "I am from Russia. They put vodka in your baby bottle back home."

Kitty's snort was amplified by the bottle and she choked on a laugh, "Did you bring vodka with you to school instead of juice boxes?"

"Of course." Piotr grinned, "How else were we supposed to stay warm?"

Kitty laughed some more and curled her feet up underneath her, letting her head rest against the back of the couch comfortably. "Is it really that cold over there?"

"No." He smiled, "It is very big, there are actually some places in Russia that do not even see snow."

"What about where you're from? What's it like there?"

"It is beautiful." Piotr gave her a distant smile and sighed with the memory, "My family owns a wheat farm and I spent most of my childhood working with my father."

Kitty let out a snort, "I spent most of my childhood trying to keep my Tamagotchi pet alive. Which is actually a lot more work than you'd think."

Piotr furrowed his brow, "Tamagotchi? What is that?"

"It's a virtual pet on a key chain. I know it doesn't sound like much, but those things need to be fed and everything..."

Piotr's face lit up with laughter, "That sounds like very taxing work."

"Oh it was. I brought her to school with me and everything. I actually started falling behind in my classes, so my mom finally said she'd babysit during the day for me." Kitty's smile grew stale and she turned her attention to her feet. "That was a long time ago."

"I am sure I remember something like that back home. The children in our area did not have much money for electronics."

"So what did you guys do? Play like, human Tetris or something?"

Piotr cracked up and shook his head, "That would be interesting to see, yes?"

"I'd pay to see it."

"I drove the tractor on the farm; that was fun. It is how I learned to drive." He recalled with a smirk, "It was very shocking coming to America and driving on your streets, much different from a tractor."

"Oh sure, the suspension would be completely different. Plus, I don't imagine cars would be all that good for harvesting wheat." Kitty pointed out.

"No, they would not." He chuckled, "They are not sharp enough at all."

Kitty giggled and shook her head, "I can't get the mental image of you trying to drive your car through a corn field..."

"I have done it." Piotr grinned as Kitty's laughter picked up, "It was not on purpose, but I do not recommend it."

She limply slapped Piotr's arm and let out a snort, "You're serious!"

"Oh yes. I will just say, I am very grateful for seat belts. My undercarriage has never been the same."

Kitty's burst out into a fit of laughter, "And I thought I was a bad driver!"

"This was when I first moved here!" Piotr defended with a laugh, "I did not understand the importance of the parking break!"

"I guess tractors don't have parking breaks." She responded between laughs.

"There is not much need for them." He grinned, "The wheat field is fairly flat."

Kitty sighed in an attempt to quell her laughter, "I'm sorry... I'm obviously more drunk than we thought."

Piotr chuckled and shook his head, "Do not be sorry. It has been a long time since I laughed like that."

"Me too." She smiled wistfully.

"My brother used to entertain us. He would keep us in stitches with his jokes. Life was much less complicated back then." Piotr said somberly, "It was much easier to laugh."

"I hear ya." Kitty nodded.

"I miss it. I miss my home and my family."

"Yeah, me too." She agreed softly.

"They are so far away... sometimes I feel like I will never see them again."

Kitty knit her brow and nodded silently.

"I would give anything to be able to afford to move them here with me, but that is nothing but a pipe dream." He said with a wry grin. "Besides I cannot see my mother wanting to leave. She is very stubborn."

She closed her eyes and nodded again.

"You are quiet." Piotr furrowed his brow, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah." Kitty answered quickly with a single nod as she stood up with a half smile, "I just think the beer is finally hitting me. I must be a sleepy drunk, I should go to bed."

Piotr gave her a nod and the grin returned to her face suddenly,

"You should too. Tomorrow's your big date, you need your beauty sleep. Don't want to show up with bags under your eyes, right?"

He smiled back at her, "Right."

She tiptoed past the two sleeping beauties and gave Piotr a wave at the hallway, "Night, big guy."

He returned her wave, "Goodnight."

She turned to leave, only to pause and look back at him over her shoulder, "You'll get to see your family again Pete. I know it." She gave him a small reassuring smile before disappearing down the hall and into her room.