Hallelujah

"Everything looks good," The doctor said distractedly as he looked over Kitty's chart. "We should have you out of here tomorrow."

"Really?" Kitty asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She glanced over at Logan with a wide smile.

"Well, your respiratory system has recovered well from the poison and it did not cause any delay in the healing of your earlier injuries. I don't see why we would need to keep you longer." He signed her chart and smiled. "I already informed your father that you will be ready to leave tomorrow." The doctor said before leaving the room.

Logan leaned over and asked, "Do you think they know that Stark isn't actually your father?"
"I doubt it," She shrugged. "I mean, he's a lot better than my actual father so I'll take it."

"Yeah, I don't hear a lot about your family." He pointed out.

Kitty paused and looked down at her hands, picking at her nails. "Well, consider yourself lucky then."

"So, how did you know LeRoux's accent was from Louisiana?"

Kitty already had a response planned for whoever asked this particular question. "I was in Special Forces." She reminded him. "We traveled around a bit."

Logan smirked and said, "Did you know that you drop your 'G's' sometimes?"

"What?" Kitty asked, her eyebrows drawn together.

"When you speak and you're really upset or not really awake, sometimes you drop your 'G's' and an accent comes through."

Kitty narrowed her eyes and demanded, "Name one word I do it on."

"Mornin'?"

"Dammit." Kitty sighed, biting her lip. "Betrayed by politeness."

"So you're Southern?"

"Was." She corrected. "I do not live in the South anymore, therefore I am not Southern."

"But the rest of your family is still somewhere down South?"

"Are you writing a book?"

"No," Logan shook his head. "Just curious."

"You ask an awful lot of questions about me when I know virtually nothing about you." She pointed out.

"You know some things." He said defensively.

"Like what?" Kitty asked, tilting her head.

Logan paused, thinking. "...You know that I don't have any unit tattoos."

"You didn't tell me that!" She complained. "I had to stand on my tippy toes on my good foot to look over a barrier to get that tidbit. Mine took effort, you just had to barely glance down to look at me."

"What can I say, I'm lucky." Logan shrugged, a devilish smile on his face. "Okay, what do you want to know?"

Kitty decided to keep it simple. "Where are you from?"

"Up North."

Kitty raised her eyebrows expectantly. "I don't get a specific place?"

"All you said was down South."

Kitty shrugged and said, "Fair 'nuff. Have you ever been back?"

"Not to where I was born, but I did stay up there before being dragged into being an X-Men." He thought back to his conversation with Stark and Rogers and asked, "Have you ever gone back?"

Kitty paused. "No. I've considered going back for Mardi Gras but I never actually... I know I'll have to go back eventually, but honestly? The idea of going to face my parents alone scares the holy hell out of me."

"It's hard to imagine you that scared."

"Are you kidding me?" Kitty asked with raised eyebrows. "My biological parents scare the fuck out of me. I'm a fucking mercenary and I still cower at the mere thought of seeing my parents."

"They're that bad, huh?"

Kitty nodded and bit her lip. "Yeah, Logan," She said softly. "They're that bad."

"You don't have to go back there." Logan pointed out. "You know that, right?"

"I just," Kitty took a deep breath and screwed her eyes shut. "I need to know what I did wrong."

"Kitty…" Logan saw her look up at him. "You were a kid-"

"I had to have done something to deserve it." Kitty insisted. "Why would they be so cruel to their own family?"

"You know, you kick around a puppy too much, it'll start to believe it did something to deserve it."