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"I have no more reason to live."

The words cut Peter deeper than he had ever been injured, and he had had some injuries. It was like she had used something, hot and cold, sharp and dull all at the same time to rip out his heart.

"You can not be meaning that Katya." He said, his voice barely masking the instant pain that she had caused him.

He searched her face, looking for something to tip him off to the lie she had just uttered. She couldn't have forgotten about him, not after the days and days he had spent not eating, not sleeping, just thinking about her. She couldn't have forgotten about him when almost every moment he was allowed he was there, sitting by her side.

"You can not be meaning that.." Peter repeated trying to make her believe him.

She moved again, moaning slightly as she did so. When he tried to touch her face she brushed him away, and after trying a few times he gave up, just starting hopelessly at her.

"Peter" She whispered, moving again.

"I'm here Katya, I'm here." His voice was getting gruffer. He'd be damned if he let himself cry in front of Hank, and if Logan walked in, his life would be as good as over. For all the emotions that man carried, tears weren't ever an option. Kitty had always cared about Logan.. There again, was that vicious stab of jealousy. It ripped threw him almost as painfully as Kitty's words did, but this time hot anger boiled over, cauterizing the wounds.

It was almost as if being angry at Logan made the hurt from Kitty less. Anger was always something he could fall back on to cool his nerves, if that ever made any since. He used it as salve, and it worked in ways that nothing else ever had… Except for Katya's kisses.

Thinking, but not at the same time, Peter leaned down, gently brushing his lips against hers in a desperate attempt to bring her back to him.

"I love you Katya." He whispered, not able to control the single tear that slid down his cheek, and landed in the corner of her mouth.

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I love you Katya…

Was the last thing he said before disappearing completely. Someone was pulling him into the shadows of nothing while another force was pulling her into the infernal light. She didn't want to go towards the bright, whiteness that was quickly blinding her.

"I love you!" She screamed at him, hoping that he heard her. It wasn't fair. Her life had been just as dark as his was. If they were going to be dead, she should at least be able to stay with him, even if it meant staying in the dark. When she thought about it, the dark wasn't even that bad. It was cool, and comforting, and much better than the light that just seemed to keep getting brighter.

Well, she wasn't going to go out sitting around. Logan would kick her six ways from Sunday if he knew that she had given up without a fight. She kicked and struggled against her invisible bonds, all the while being pulled closer and closer and closer to that light..

The first breath was like being stuck underwater for an insane amount of time. It fills your lungs to a capacity that you never knew was possible. That overpowering feeling of need as your whole body fights to be saturated with oxygen. And then you wake, opening your eyes to a world that part of you had decided you were never going to see again. Next thing you notice are the objects stuck under your skin in various places, and you wonder how long they've been there. The last thing that you notice are the people around you.

Peter.

She smiled at him. So they did go to the same place. It didn't really matter where they were, Heaven or Hell, she didn't care.

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Kitty opened her eyes and smiled at him, melting his heart and healing any trace of the wounds that her words left. She had to remember something, to be smiling at him like that.

"Katya.. Are you hearing me?" He asked, putting a hand on the side of her face, brushing the hair away from her eyes. Hank was hovering over his shoulder, and Peter could feel him holding his breath. They both were waiting, hoping that she would do something just to acknowledge their existence.

"Peter." It was faint, and for a second, he wasn't sure if she had even said anything. Grief had a way of keeping doubt in the front of your mind, even when it was creating the reality before you.

Of course, time waits for no one. Whenever it is most inconvenient, disaster will strike.

"Ok, we got a bit of a situation upstairs doc. Ya think you can get… Half pint?" Logan was cut off mid sentence by Kitty groaning again, her eyes flying open.

"It's gonna hit the earth!" She yelled, struggling against the hands that held her down.

"Hey hey, Kid, it's alright. Nothing's gonna hit us. We just have a slight problem with magnito upstairs.. Pete, doc, do something.. She's gonna hurt herself."

Peter was down at her ear, one hand holding both of hers down as he tried to sooth her. "Katya, there is no danger. That was nearly half year ago. You are safe." He murmured, keeping as steady a tone as he could.

No one paid the slightest attention to Hank as he moved around the bed and calmly put something into her IV, making her struggles less and less the longer this new drug was pumping through her veins.

"Peter." She wimpered, tears now spilling out and covering her face. "Where am I.. What.. What happened?"

"You are in the mansion. What is last thing you can remember?"

"Umm.. a big.. Bullet?" She asked wonderingly, as if it was too weird to be real.

"You remember the warring planet, yes?"

"Yes. Did I.. Is earth ok?"

"Da, Katya." He smiled again, completely ignoring Logan who was trying to get him to go help quell the slight case of world domination.

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He wasn't dead. He couldn't be, because he was sitting right there with her, and she definitely wasn't dead.. Dead didn't hurt this much. His eyes were so hopeful, nearly over flowing with tears. But something was guarded, withheld. She could tell that some part of his soul was very close to dead from the look in his eyes. Something inside her thought that he deserved it, because he had done the same thing to her once.

That's what it feels like to have someone die on you.

As soon as she had thought it, she regretted it. Nothing, not even the feeling of self righteous justice was worth that look in his eyes. His eyes, which had always been her safe hiding place, were now flat, iced over from a winter that never blew over. All of the little expressions that each of the lines on his face held were gone, covered over by an ever present worry that had gouged itself deeper into his brow then she remembered. He was slimmer too, as if he hadn't been eating, or working out as much.. Maybe even both. She wanted to chide him for that, shake him for not taking care of himself. But who was she to judge? She had turned into an internal emotional wreck after Peter had died, only able to correctly phase again after she had returned from Russia.

Kitty put her hand on his face, moving slowly as only a person who's been in a coma can. She stretched her fingers out across his cheek, trying to touch as much of the skin between his eye and his jaw. He smiled into her hand, turning his face slightly so that he could kiss her palm. Logan was still yelling, but they happily ignored him. What did Magnito matter? What did any of it matter! He was there, and the longer she stayed calm, the more her memories seemed to come back, filling the void that she had had growing in her mental storage. Her hand moved slowly around to the back of his head, fingers working into his black hair. It was longer than she remembered, but she liked it, and made a mental note to make sure he kept it like that.

"I missed you." She said, still experimenting with her voice.

"Not as much as I have been missing you."

"Yes, I think I was." Kitty faltered slightly and elaborated "Missing you as much as you missed me I mean."

"No.. I am not thinking that is possible."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes!" Her eye's lit up, watching his brighten as they fell into their favorite game of who was right.

"Nyet." Peter snickered slightly. "I'm bigger than you, witch means I win, yes?"

"Only if you kiss me." She countered.

And he did.