Dance on, Kietro, Dance on!
By: XMENobsession
AN: I hate to say it, but we're getting to the end of our story. I know, I'm sad too, but it had to happen eventually. This isn't the last chapter, I assure you, but it is the last stage of the competition. So let's enjoy what we have left and REVIEW!
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing!!!
Chapter 18
Dance, Dance
Pyro shivered and silently cursed his boss as he stepped out of the jet and into the deep snow that covered Canada. He hated snow. He was wearing a heavy, fur-trimmed parka but felt like he might as well have been naked. He wondered what temperature lighter fluid freezes at while Magneto spoke to a man about something he couldn't care less about.
"I don't know..." the master of magnetism said. "It's awfully cold. I'd like something a bit more tropical."
"Well," the other man said. "This has all the space you'll need as well as the seclusion."
"And enough snow to kill a mutant like Pyro here."
Pyro's head shot up when he heard his name. "What?"
"What do you think of this land?" Magneto asked him.
Pyro looked around. There was nothing but frozen tundra. "Not much..."
"So you wouldn't want to have a base here?"
Pyro quickly shook his head.
"Well than, I guess this just isn't going to work. What are our other options?"
The man thought for a minute. "Well... there is another place I have in mind. It's much warmer and..."
"We'll take it!" Pyro yelled and hopped back on the jet.
Magneto looked at the man and shrugged. "We might as well see it."
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Kitty, Jean, and Rogue sat at the X-Mansion's kitchen table, looking through magazines. They were trying to get ideas as to what kind of dress Kitty should wear for the final dance competition.
"This is so exciting!" Jean said. "I can't believe you made it to the final round! Not that I didn't think you were going to, it's just... for a while there I never thought this competition would end."
"Same here," Rogue said as she lazily turned the page.
"C'mon guys, it hasn't been that bad," Kitty said.
"Not for you, but we've had to deal with Scott," Rogue said.
"He did have a reason to be angry," Jean said.
"What about this dress?" Kitty asked and pointed to a random picture. She hadn't even looked at the dress; she just wanted to change the subject before either teammate could say anything else. She knew that Jean was still angry about Kitty seeing Pietro, and she knew that Rogue was one of the few X-Men on their side and not afraid to say it. There had been a lot of recent fights over this sore subject, and not just between Jean and Rogue. The other day, Bobby decided to make it known that he was a supporter of Kitty and Pietro. He even made up buttons that said 'Pro Kietro' and began passing them out at the institute. Some people wore them proudly, but others, such as Evan and Scott, refused to even touch them. This caused a large debate that ended with the library needing to be remodeled.
"I don't think that's your color," Jean said. "What about pink? You love pink."
"I do, but I made Pietro wear pink for the first round. I don't think he'd be willing to do it again."
"What's Pietro's favorite color?" Jean asked. Kitty could tell that she didn't like talking about him, but she was trying.
"White," she answered. "But I don't want to wear white."
"Who says you both have to wear the same colors?" Rogue asked.
"No one, it just looks better when you do."
"What about complimentary colors? He could wear white and you could wear... I don't know... black?"
"That's not a bad idea," Kitty said thinking of how good she would look in a little black dress, and how handsome Pietro would look in a white tux. "Thanks Rogue!"
Rogue simply smiled and gave Jean a 'hah! She likes my idea better than yours' look. The telepath ignored it and asked Kitty, "Have you thought about a song? Or a dance style?"
"We're going to do the Quickstep," she answered. "As far as the song goes, who knows...?"
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Trixie handed the audio guy Kitty and Pietro's music and took in a deep breath. This was it; the final stage of the competition. Whoever won this would get 'eternal dancing glory'... plus the cruise. This could also mean the difference between Trixie's dream of starting her own dance studio and spending the rest of her life teaching unappreciative teenagers art. The last couple was good... really good. Kitty and Pietro couldn't afford even one mistake. Trixie looked at them on the television screen. Kitty didn't look so good. She crossed her fingers and the audio guy pressed 'play'.
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Kitty didn't feel well the day before. She had kept quiet about it, though, in hopes that it was just a twenty-four hour bug and would go away by the time of the competition. But it didn't. She woke up feeling nauseous, but went to the show anyway, determined to get over it and win the competition. However, as she stood in the middle of the dance floor, her sickness mixed with her nervousness made for one very uncomfortable feeling.
She turned to Pietro who was completely oblivious to her. She was glad about that though. He had enough to think about and she didn't want to be repeatedly asked, "Are you okay?" So she took a deep breath and the music started.
She says she's no good with words but I'm worse
Barely stuttered out
"A joke of a romantic" or stuck to my tongue
Weighed down with words too over-dramatic
Tonight it's "it can't get much worse"
Vs. "no one should ever feel like..."
I'm two quarters and a heart down
And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds
These words are all I have so I'll write them
So you need them just to get by
whispered : We're going into D-Minor
Dance, Dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you'd love to lead
Dance, this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me
Kurt sighed as he watched his friend and enemy dance on live television.
"What's wrong with you?" Rogue, who was sitting next to him on the couch, asked.
"I'm glad zhey're in the top two, but zhat means zhat they can't win zhe 3rd place prize of a lifetime supply of Uncle Bob's Burgers."
"But now they're in the running to win an even better prize."
"I know, but I guess I vas kind of hoping they'd share zhe burgers with me." He sighed again.
"Well, if it makes you feel better, after the show how about we go to Uncle Bob's Burger Hut and Ah'll buy you a burger?"
"Thanks Rogue." He smiled a little and looked back at the TV. "Does Kitty look all right to you?"
Rogue squinted at the TV. "She seems a little off. And now that Ah think about it, she said she wasn't feeling good last night. Ah hope she's all right..."
You always fold just before you're found out
Drink up its last call
Last resort
But only the first mistake and I...
I'm two quarters and a heart down
And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds
These words are all I have so I'll write them
So you need them just to get by
Why don't you show me the little bit of spine
You've been saving for his mattress, love
Remy LeBeau sat in the crowd and watched the dancers quickstep across the floor. He was there to make sure they won, but how was he supposed to do that? If she fell again he couldn't use his magnetic powers to lift her back up like Magneto did. His only hope was that nothing went wrong and he wasn't needed. But as he watched the look on Kitty's face grow more and more sour, he doubted that was possible.
'Come on, chere,' he said under his breath. 'You can do this! Just stick it out 'til the end of the song... Please...'
Dance, Dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you'd love to lead
Dance, this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me
Why don't you show me the little bit of spine
You've been saving for his mattress (mattress, mattress)
I only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me
The spinning... too much spinning! To Kitty it looked like the whole world was spinning, and way too fast. She told herself that she could handle it...
Dance, Dance
We're falling apart to half time
...she could get through this...
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you'd love to lead
...she could make it...
Dance, this is the way they'd love (way they'd love)
...she...
Dance, this is the way they'd love (way they'd love)
...she couldn't do this! In a split second Kitty pushed Pietro away, covered her mouth, and ran out of the room.
Dance, this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me
Dance, Dance
Dance, Dance
Dance, Dance
Dance, Dance