A/N- Hey all! Let me start by saying "WOW"! Last chapter was one of the highest reviewed chapters for this entire story! I guess you guys are happy that the wait is over. ;) Please keep the amazing reviews coming... I love getting feedback regarding what direction you'd like the story to head in, and what things you'd like to see happen. I wasn't planning on showing much of the kiotr relationship, until it was pointed out that you all have been WAITING for it. I can't gloss over it. I can't, and I won't. I hope you enjoy this chapter!

"Good morning." Piotr said, greeting Remy's exhausted expression with a smile, "Work ran late?"

"Yes." He grunted, dropping himself down into the worn tan arm chair and rubbing his face, "I'm getting rusty. Out of practice."

"Okay, I know I asked this last night," Kitty began, spinning around in her seat at the kitchen counter to see him, "But what job is this...?"

"If he told you that, he'd have to kill ya." Pyro said from Kitty's left, with a mouthful of eggs.

"He says it is need to know." Piotr explained, pouring himself a cup of coffee, "Like Pyro and his job with the mafia."

"Hey, you joke, but you never know." Pyro knit his brow at Piotr, "I could kill you in your sleep, and you wouldn't even know what hit you. Wake up with a horses head next to you or something."

"Well, if you're quitting Chili's the least you could do is put in a good word for me first." Kitty turned back in her seat, choosing to ignore Pyro's nonsense entirely as she spooned some Fruit Loops into her mouth.

"I'm not quitting Chili's," Remy yawned, "And the least I could do is nothing. I feel like I've said this before, haven't I said this before?"

"Sounds familiar." Pyro nodded, stuffing some bacon into his mouth.

Remy reluctantly pushed himself up and crossed over to the kitchen, "I almost forgot about your date." He said to Pete as he poured himself a cup of coffee, "How'd it go last night?"

Piotr smiled down at his newspaper, "Last night went well."

"Look at that smile..." Pyro smirked, "Someone got lucky, eh mate?"

"Sounds like Kitty did good, then." Remy commented, slipping the pages of the paper Piotr had finished with away from him and flipping them up in front of him.

"Oh yes. Katya did very well."

Kitty snorted and choked on a mouthful of Fruit Loops, and Pyro reached up to slap her on the back a few times.

"I still say you should take Pyro out, he could use a good wingman." Remy said through a yawn as his eyes scanned the paper.

"Oi! I can manage just fine, thanks!" Pyro frowned, "I got a whole system in place. I just happen to be focusing on my career at the moment."

"Yeah, I bet wearing that gorilla suit out in front of the car wash on Main St. takes a lot of focus." Kitty nodded as the ability to breathe returned to her, "It's probably pretty hard to see inside that giant head."

Remy laughed, looking up at Kitty from over the top of his paper. His laughed died abruptly as he gave Kitty's upper body a once over with a frown, "What the hell are you wearing?"

"What?" Kitty's cheeks grew warm and she subconsciously hunched her shoulders forward, "It's cold in here, shut up."

Piotr's eyes glimmered with amusement and he nodded, "It is pretty cool in here."

Remy lowered the paper and let his eyes scan over her plum purple turtleneck, glancing at Piotr quickly, "What are you talking about, it's 90 degrees in here."

"Yeah, and I'm a girl, and girls get cold." Kitty huffed, "Drop it."

"That ain't gunna happen, you made fun of me for wearin' my coat yesterday, now it's my turn." Remy narrowed his eyes, "But if you were so cold, why not just wear a sweatshirt? We all know how much you hate your turtlenecks..."

Kitty sighed, "Alright Sherlock, you've proved your point-"

Pyro's lips spread out into a sly grin, following Remy's train of thought, "Why not just wear a sweatshirt? Unless she's got somthin' to hide."

"And there's Dr. Watson. With a PhD in jackassery." Kitty cast a dry grin towards Piotr.

"Watson has a point." The corner of Remy's mouth curved upwards and he leaned forward, "Unless you have something to hide. I'm callin' your bluff petite."

Kitty narrowed her eyes back at Remy and silently swatted Pyro's hand away as he reached up to try towards her collar, "I'm not bluffing."

"Prove it."

"I'm not gunna prove it, I don't answer to you." She scoffed, swatting Pyro's hand away again.

Remy grinned at her for a long moment before he suddenly jumped up, and lunged at her from over the counter, narrowly missing his hot coffee and sending her bowl of Fruit Loops flying.

She let out a surprised squawk as he tackled her off the stool, landing on top of her on the floor.

She phased and clamored away from him on her stomach. "What are you-"

Before she could even form her exasperated question, Pyro dropped down onto her with his knee digging into the middle of her back back, clasping her wrists with one hand as his fingers from his free hand found her ribs.

"No!" She gasped through laughter as he relentlessly tickled her side, while she tried desperately to kick at him, "Pete! Help!" She tried to bite at Remy as he hooked a finger under her collar and tugged it down a few inches.

He let out a low whistle, and Kitty finally managed to buck Pyro off of her before giving him a swift punch in the gut.

"Wow, petite." Remy chuckled, as she brushed herself off indignantly, "You were busy last night!"

"I was not busy." Kitty snapped, smoothing her hands through her hair, "It was just... you know... I was doing my hair and-"

"Ohhhh no," Remy shook his head with a sly grin, "Don't give us that bullshit curling iron excuse."

She clamped her mouth shut and stared at him.

"Remy knows a hickey when he sees one, petite. And that little gem-" He reached out to pull her collar back only to have his hand smacked away, "Is one hell of a hickey. So what's his name?"

"There's not- It isn't like..." She shot out a breath and frowned at Piotr, "Why didn't you help me?!"

"Why didn't you phase?" He asked, reaching across the counter to steal a piece of bacon from Pyro's plate.

"I have to hold my breath. I can't hold my breath when I'm being attacked." She turned to glare at Pyro.

"Oh." Piotr chewed on the bacon and frowned, "Well... I did not know that..."

"That's a pretty big Achilles heel, Sheila." Pyro pointed out with a thoughtful frown, "You'd better hope we never end up on opposite teams again if you're that easy to take down."

"I'm not that easy to take down." She argued, "I'm just out of practice! It's been like, forever since I actually trained, and it's not like I expected anyone to tackle me at the breakfast table. Also, my back is still seriously-"

"You're stalling." Remy said, holding up a hand to keep Kitty from continuing and narrowed his eyes suspiciously, "Why are you stalling...?"

"I'm not stalling. I told you, I don't answer to you."

"Oh no..." Remy's shoulders sagged suddenly and his mouth formed a hard line, "Lance. Please tell me you didn't hook up with Lance."

Kitty sucked in a breath and held it for a long moment as she weighed out her options. She could continue to deny everything and stick to her guns, but there really was no getting around it. Remy was smarter than he looked, and there was very little chance of him letting this go.

"Yes," She lied eventually, "It was Lance."

Pyro grimaced, "Eughhh..."

Kitty let out a sigh and rolled her eyes, ignoring the way Piotr smiled silently with his stare fixed inside his coffee mug, "I was weak." She shook her head, "His mullet was beckoning to me."

"Wait... is he still here?!" Pyro tipped his nose up to the air and started sniffing, glancing quickly at Piotr, "Is that Axe body spray? Do you smell that?"

Piotr reached across the table for another piece of Pyro's bacon and shook his head, "I think that is you."

Kitty rolled her eyes, "No, he's not still here." She muttered, "Could we please stop now? I'd really rather not discuss this with you two-"

"You should." Remy stated, pulling himself to his feet before offering Kitty his hand and helping her up, "This is serious stuff, petite. You can't just fall back into old habits the second you get some booty call from your deadbeat ex."

"I find it ironic that you're lecturing me on relationships. It was just... a moment... of weakness." She said crossing her arms irritably and casting her gaze down to the mess of cereal on the floor, "And I'm not cleaning that up, dude."

"Listen," Remy began with a deep breath, "One moment of weakness turns into regular booty calls. Which leads to casually dating. Which turns into hanging out on our couch and drinking my milk while he spouts off lame earthquake puns. It's the snowball effect, Kitty. You need to nip that in the bud."

She rolled her eyes up to the ceiling and shook her head, "It's not like that. Just... trust me, okay?"

"I... think I have an idea." Pyro said with a slow nod, "I do. I have an idea!" He hurried off to his room, returning with his laptop tucked under his arm, silently sitting down on the plush sofa and setting the laptop on the coffee table. He flipped it up and went to work, tapping away on the keyboard without a word, until finally Piotr shook his head,

"I think we lost him."

Pyro shook his head, "No, I'm still here." He assured them, turning to Kitty and tipping the screen down with a careful smile, "I'm gunna show you my idea. But first you need to promise you won't freak out."

Kitty stiffened and widened her eyes, "Okay, I'm seriously worried right now..."

"Just promise." Pyro snapped.

"No! I'm not gunna promise! What did you do?!" Kitty demanded impatiently, and Pyro reluctantly lifted the screen up and twisted the laptop for her to see.

They all stared at the screen in silence that stretched far too long for Pyro's comfort. Eventually, Kitty's wide eyes turned to Pyro.

"What... the hell?!"

"Online dating!" Pyro grinned tentatively, "I told you I had dating system in place." He gestured to the screen before twisting the laptop back towards himself to continue filling in Kitty's new profile.

"Okay..." Piotr began slowly, knitting his thick brow, "I am not sure... what to make fun of first..."

"There's nothing wrong with online dating." Pyro clipped, cutting his eyes to Piotr irritably, "It's the twenty first century. One third of married couples in the U.S meet online, it's a perfectly legitimate way to hook up."

"No." Kitty shook her head firmly, "You're not signing me up for online dating. Shut it down, Pyro."

"I don't know petite..." Remy said thoughtfully, rubbing the scruff on his chin with the palm of his hand, "It's actually not a bad idea. I understand that you're a woman, and that you have itch to scratch-"

"-Please shut up."

"-But I really feel like you need to be... monitored."

"Monitored?!" Kitty turned her wide eyes to Remy, who had moved to stand behind Pyro, leaning on the back of the couch with a knit brow as he watched Pyro fill in her profile.

"Oh don't get your panties in a bunch. You know what I mean." Remy clipped.

"Alright," Pyro announced, "What is your best quality?" He read aloud, looking up to her gaping face and then back down to the computer screen, "Big eyes." He tapped in. "Worst quality, that's gotta be boobs..." He continued typing as Kitty shook her head.

"What?! You can't put that-"

"No, she's right, don't put that." Remy interrupted, "There's nothing wrong with Bill and Ted. They might be small, but they're... upbeat." The corner of his mouth tugged up as he glanced back at Kitty, "Her voice is pretty annoying though. Or what about... over-enthusiastic personality. It's like living with a damn chihuahua. And her best quality is her legs, put that."

"Guys, come on." Piotr shook his head with a frown, finishing off the last of Pyro's bacon as he rounded the counter to join Remy at the back of the couch, "Her best quality is her smile."

Kitty's jaw dropped and she turned her incredulous gaze to Piotr, "Why are you helping them?!"

He looked up at her with an appraising grin, "And she can be... indecisive and flighty." He looked back down to the computer screen, "That would be her worst."

"Ahh yes, the commitment issues." Remy nodded knowingly, "That's a good one, Pete."

"I don't have commitment issues." Kitty pouted and crossed her arms petulantly.

"Kitty, you've lived here for four months, and you've gone through two jobs and a boyfriend." Remy pointed out, "It ain't lookin' good for you."

"No, you know what," Piotr pointed at the screen again, "Change the best quality back to legs."

"You guys seriously think that I'm going to stand here and let you fill this garbage in?" Kitty glared at the computer screen, "And I am not 4"11! And you put down Unicorns and Butterflies for my special interest?!"

"They're girly." Pyro shrugged. "What's your spirit animal?"

"An Ewok." Kitty snapped sarcastically, but instead of comments about her lack of cooperation, the boys all agreed amongst themselves that this was in fact a rather good answer.

"There, all done. See, that wasn't so hard, was it? And now we add your profile picture..." Pyro paused to click on the mouse a few times, "And voila! All done!"

Piotr knit his brow and cut his eyes to Pyro, "Why do you have a picture of her sleeping?"

"Hey, you fall asleep on the couch, and it's fair game, mate." Pyro answered quickly, before Kitty could get overly upset.

"See, Kit? Now you can go through and monitor potential dates." Remy smiled up at her, flicking his hand towards the screen, "Look at that, this guy's in a band. Every woman's dream, no?"

"Ugh." She squeezed her eyes shut and pinched the bridge of her nose, "Could you at least change my user name? I feel like Pussywillow69 is going to attract the wrong crowd."

"You already got a message from someone," Remy squinted at the screen and read the message aloud, "Cute picture, I'd like to see it reenacted in person..." He tipped his head to the side, "Is that supposed to be a smiley face?"

Kitty let out a derisive snort, "Sounds like a real winner."

Pyro opened up his profile and scanned over some of his info, "He says he likes art."

Piotr's eyebrows perked up and he nodded, "Oh well, it is nice to have something in common, if I am going to be forced to speak with him over breakfast..." He said with a mischievous twinkle in his eye which was met with a sharp glare from Kitty,

"Oh God." She crossed over to stand next to him for a better view of the screen, "You are just loving this right now, aren't you?"

The corner of Piotr's mouth tugged up and he kept his eyes fixed on the computer screen.

"Wowza, hunk alert!" Pyro whistled as he scrolled through the profile, "Check out his abs!"

"Are you sure we're not looking for you right now?" Kitty crossed her arms and leaned down over his shoulder for a better look, "I mean, I know you're focusing on your career right now but- Woah, he's a doctor?!"

She shoved Pyro out of the way and climbed over the back of the couch to sit next to him, "They have doctors on here?!"

"Sure, why wouldn't they?" Pyro rolled his eyes before navigating back to the message, "Want to respond?"

"Ask him what kind of doctor he is." Remy interjected, "We might be able to look past that stupid opening line of his."

After 10 seconds there was a little ding indicating the arrival of another message, "Dermatologist." Pyro announced.

"Ooo, nice." Kitty nodded approvingly, "Ask him if that ab picture is recent." Glancing back at Piotr over her shoulder and adding, "I bet he's just super skilled at Photoshop."

There was another ding, "I guess you'll have to wait and see." Remy read out, "Playing coy is he?"

"You should ask him if he minds that you live with three men." Piotr suggested, leaning down to watch Pyro type the question out, "That could be a real problem for some."

The familiar ding went off and Remy squinted at the screen, "I've never had a fivesome before, that sounds really..." He trailed off with a grimace, "Fun..." They were all plunged into an awkward silence as they stared at the unexpected response on the computer screen before Piotr eventually reached out around Kitty, without a word, and closed the laptop.

Eventually, Kitty cleared her throat, "So... online dating is a no."

They were all silent in their agreement until Pyro cleared his throat, "I mean, it'd be different if it was another woman, but four blokes and-"

"Stop talking, right now." Remy clipped.

Pyro nodded silently.

Remy frowned and crossed his arms over his chest, "I told you online dating was a bad idea."

"No you didn't." Piotr muttered, moving back over to the kitchen to finish his coffee.

"Let the girl do what she wants." Remy's finger hooked the collar of Kitty's shirt once again and he grinned at the small red welt, "Just maybe not with Lance."

She smacked his hand away and sent him a scowl, "I told you online dating was a bad idea. The whole place is just teeming with weirdos."

"That ain't true." Pyro knit his brow, "I should know, I've got like, eight profiles."

Kitty pursed her lips and Piotr shook his head, "I think you just proved her point."

"Yeah well," Pyro trudged back over to the kitchen and slumped down on the stool to finish his now cold eggs, "I'm not the one sleepin' with Lance. Hey! Who ate all my bacon?!"

Kitty grumbled under her breath and balled her hands into fists at her sides, "Could we please forget about this? Please? And for the love of God, don't tell Rogue."

"Afraid she'll judge you?" Remy asked with a crooked grin, returning to his stool in the kitchen next to Piotr.

"Yes. Exactly." She crossed her arms and quirked an eyebrow. "And I'm also a little concerned with her thoughts on our group conversation with the pervert doctor."

The smile dropped off his face and he suddenly gave Kitty a serious nod, "Yeah, we should... definitely not tell Rogue."