Author's Note- I'd do my usual shout outs but I hurt my wrist so it's kinda hard to type, I"ll try to do them for the next update. Thanks all of you for reading and more thanks to everyone who reviewed, this is my 3rd story to make 100 reviews. I'm so happy. No Romy in this chapter, I'll make up for it next time. R&R please.

I Don't Want to Go to London

The next morning

"I understand, Roma," Pete said. "Yeah... I'll try to get down there. You too. Bye." He hung up.

"What's wrong?" Kitty asked.

"Me da's in the hospital," Pete said. "He had a heart attack." Pete walked out of the room.

"Pete wait," Kitty called but he left too fast. She gave an uncharacteristic curse before following.

"Poor Pete," Betsy said.

"He hates his father," Brian pointed out.

"Maybe, but it's still his father," Betsy said more than a little annoyed by her brother's thoughtlessness.

"It's okay," Warren said soothingly. He was visiting again. He seemed to be doing that a lot more since Betsy had joined the team.

Outside of Pete's room

Kitty knocked again on the door. "Pete, please, unlock the door," she asked gently. She waited 0a few seconds before shaking her head lightly and phasing into his room.

"One day yer gonna regret doin' that," Pete warned glancing up at her from his spot on his bed, facing the window. "You'll come in here and I'll be... doin' somethin' you won't want t' see." He turned fully towards her raising an eyebrow. She flushed getting the message.

"Want to talk?"

"No, if I had wanted t' talk I would have stayed in there with the others for an Oprah moment." Kitty shrugged and sat down next to him. She laid her head on his shoulder.

"How long are you plannin' on staying here?"

"Until you talk to me, or just, like, tell me to leave."

He smiled. "Get comfortable then, grasshopper." She shrugged and stretched out laying her head on his lap. "It'd be a lot better if ya turned yer head and- ow!" He rubbed his knee where she had hit him.

"Pervert."

"That's becoming a term of endearment."

They were silent for a few moments until Kitty spoke up. "Pete, please talk t' me."

"The last words me da said t' me were "I want you out of this house." When I joined Black Air he disowned me. We were barely civil before I joined, afterwards... He hates me, Kit."

"He said that?"

"He didn't have t'. What he actually said was: "I have no son."" He glared at the floor. "I know he hates me." Pete stretched out on the bed. Kitty curled up next to him. He laid there quietly gently stroking her back and staring at the ceiling. "Should I go back?"

"I can't be the one to make a decision for you."

"I'm just askin' for some advice, luv. I'm sick of puttin' meself out there again and again an' getting nothin' in return." He ran a hand through her hair. "Why do I bother?"

"He's your father," Kitty said simply. "And, like it or not, you do love him."

"I'll go," Pete said decisively. "Will you come with me?"

Kitty smiled and snuggled a little closer. "Of course." Pete moved over her pressing his lips to hers. One of his knees rested between hers. He gently nipped her bottom lip. She gasped allowing him to deepen the kiss. Pete's tongue caressed hers as his hand roamed over her stomach. He cupped one of her breasts in one hand causing a short gasp.

"Want me t' stop?" he murmured.

"No... just don't... I'm not..."

He smiled nuzzling her cheek. "Don't worry, luv, we won't go too far. Just play a little, okay?"

She smiled back up at him. "Okay." He slowly drew her shirt up as they kissed again. The door swung opened and Pete threw himself off of her... and onto the floor.

"Damn it!" Pete exclaimed. Kitty yanked her shirt down and looked up met with the face of a snickering Remy.

"Je suis desolé," Remy said.

"Don't you ever knock?" Pete asked getting up.

"Dis is Remy's room too, homme," Remy pointed out.

Logan walked in. "You." He pointed at Pete. "Let's talk."

"I'm going to die now, aren't I?"

"Probably," Kitty smiled. Pete smirked before he leaned in and kissing her slowly.

He pulled away with a grin and a wink. "Had t' make it worth it."

"Let's go," Logan said. Pete stood and followed Logan out.

"Remy remembers dat talk," Remy said as he flopped down lazily on his own bed.

"He's a bit over protective."

"A bit?" Remy asked raising an eyebrow. "He threatened ta take parts of Remy's anatomy off. Important parts!"

She giggled. "That didn't stop you."

"Of course not. Ah am Remy LeBeau."

"Right."

In the hallway

"You wanted t' talk?" Pete asked leaning against the wall.

"If you hurt that girl in there I guarantee you will never sleep with another woman again," Logan said simply.

"That's... just wrong."

"It is," Logan agreed. "But I mean my threats."

"You do not," Kitty teased coming out of the room. "Half of them, maybe but not all." She crossed over to Pete and wrapped an arm around his waist. "Don't worry, I won't let him kill you." Pete wrapped his own arm around her shoulders, surprised when it went through her. "I'm going to go pack." She walked away. Pete smiled watching her. "Ow! Remy!"

"Y' were lookin' like Wagner again," Remy shrugged.

The next evening

"I'm so glad yer here," Romany said, emotion thickening her accent. "An' ya brought company."

"I'll just, like, stay at a hotel," Kitty said.

"Nonsense," Romany said. "I moved into a new apartment. You can stay in me old room. I'm sure that my little brother can manage to keep his hands to himself for one night."

"I couldn't touch her," Pete pouted. Kitty smiled at the two before letting Pete's arm phase through her.

"Interesting," Romany said raising her eyebrows. "Why do you insist on wearing those bloody shirts?"

"I like them," Pete protested.

Romany shook her head. "I'm not surprised." The shirt of the night read: "Well, it's not going to lick itself." "Are you ready to see him?"

"Yeah," Pete said. "I guess."

"You go ahead to the hospital, we'll drop off your bags and meet you there a little later."

"Alright," Pete said. He gave Kitty a quick kiss. "I'll see ya later." He caught a cab as Romany and Kitty climbed into Romany's car.

"You and my little brother are together?"

"Yeah," Kitty said.

"You're not the type of girl he usually dates," Romany noticed. "But that's a good thing. I actually like you." They pulled up to the apartment building. Romany helped Kitty with the bags.

Later

When they arrived at the hospital Pete was sitting outside of the room. "Did you see him?" Romany asked.

"Yes," Pete said, his tone bitter. "He ignored me. He was sittin' up, talkin' t' the doctor but just ignored me. "Yeah, I saw 'im." He turned to Kitty. "Are you hungry, luv?"

"A little," she confessed.

"Let's get out of here."

"Pete-" Romany started.

"I'll be back," he promised. "I ain't goin' in there again, but I came here more for you than him." Romany smiled kissing her brother on the cheek again. Pete took Kitty's hand and drug her out of the hospital before lighting a cigarette.

"Are you okay?" Kitty asked tentatively.

Pete laughed hollowly. "Fine. Why wouldn't I be?" He led her to the pub he had taken her to when they first met. "Why did I come? I knew better. I knew wot would happen. He'll never change."

"No," Kitty said. "But you did." Pete didn't say anything, he merely stared at her. "You have. And believe it or not, you've become part of our team."

"It's just a trial, remember?" Pete reminded her.

Kitty smiled up at him. "Right, I forgot. But you've matured."

"Pryde, stop talkin' and just kiss me." She laughed and complied.

"Pete!" the two pulled away from each other to see Pete's friends as they approached.

"Hey, Kitty," Evan smiled sliding into the seat across from the couple. Matt sat beside him and the other two pulled up chairs.

"Heard about yer dad, mate," Chris said. "How's he doing?"

"It'll take more than a heart attack t' kill him," Pete snorted.

"How's life in the states?" Gabe asked. His eyes slid down to Pete's hand, which was resting over Kitty's arm possessively. "Wot have ya been up to?"

"The usual, with the occasional saving of the world thrown in."

"I still can't believe you're one of the good guys."

"It's a trial, damn it!" Pete exclaimed. Kitty giggled and his friends laughed. "I haven't joined. I don't even have a codename."

"Neither does Jean."

"Kit, please tell me ya aren't comparing me t' Jean of all people."

"Would you rather me compare you to Scott?"

"Good point."

"Hot Hands," Chris smirked. "That should be yer codename."

"No," Matt said. "I think Death Fingers."

Kitty laughed. "I like that."

"Sergeant Britain," Gabe snickered.

"Mate, don't make me kill you," Pete growled. They spent the next thirty minutes trying to "help" Pete come up with a codename.

"Death Fingers gets the most votes," Kitty announced. "Now we just need a uniform for you."

"No bloody way."

"C'mon, you'd look good."

"No, luv, I'd look like an idiot. You look great in spandex, but it ain't exactly my type of clothes." The other guys turned to look at Kitty, obviously imagining her in the spandex. "Stop that."

"Can't help it, mate, you paint such a vivid picture," Gabe smirked. "So, Kitty, I've got t' ask. Why him?"

"Hmm..." Kitty mused.

"Any time now, luv," Pete said.

"Hang on. I'm, like, thinking... I totally don't know."

"Now, that hurts."

"She's growing on me," Gabe announced.

"My life is complete," Kitty said rolling her eyes.

"Ready t' go?" Pete asked.

"Yeah," Kitty said. She and Pete stood.

"You kids have fun," Matt said.

"Bite me," Pete said.

"I don't know where you've been."

"Besides, I thought that was my job," Kitty put in solemnly. The others looked at her in surprise causing her to laugh. She laced her arm through Pete's and let him lead her to the apartment. "You still owe me a date."

He smiled. "You'll get it, I promise." They walked up the stairs. "Somethin' ain't right." Kitty phased both of them into the apartment. That was the only thing that saved their lives. A group of men in black tried to attack but they went directly through the couple.

"Black Air, I presume," Pete said dryly.

"You are going to die, traitor," one man snarled.

"Might I suggest that you leave?" Kitty asked.

"And why would we listen to a child?"

"Because this child has see all of your faces, I can go right through that floor and straight to the cops if you don't leave right now." Pete had to admit, she had guts. He just prayed that they stayed inside her.

"Clever little girl," the man snorted derisively. "Fine, you win for now. We'll find you, Wisdom."

"Wotever," Pete said calmly. The group left.

"Where do we go?" Kitty asked once she was sure that they were alone.

Pete locked the door, put the bolt on. "We go to bed." He shut the curtains after checking all the locks.

"But-"

"Listen, if we run right now they'll find us. This was just a test. They wouldn't have killed me here. They're just waiting for us to panic. Now, just to be sure you should stay in me room t'night."

"'Just to be sure'?" she repeated with a smile.

"Yeah, safety in numbers, ya know."

"Right." Kitty grabbed her bag and he led her into his room. "Where can I get dressed?"

"Um... want me t' turn around?"

"I guess that, like, works." Pete turned his back and she got into the skimpy nightgown she had brought along. It was only a little less revealing than lingerie. "Okay." He turned around.

"Nice." He shook his head lightly and lifted his shirt over his head. He then slid his jeans off of himself revealing his boxers. Kitty giggled when she saw them.

"Elmo?" she asked raising an eyebrow.

"They were a gift," Pete shrugged. He laid down under his covers and held them open for her. "Join me, luv." Kitty smiled crawling under the covers. She curled up next to him. Their lips met. Before he could deepen the kiss the phone rang. Pete groaned pulling away and answering it. "Wot?"

"Pete?"

He paused dropping his head back. "Hey, Roma."

"Are you leaving tomorrow?"

"No, I'm not plannin' on leavin' yet. I promised, remember."

"How's Kitty?"

"She's fine, Black Air found us, we were attacked by them."

"You should leave, it's dangerous to stay there."

"No, I won't put you at risk, we'll be fine."

"Are you sure Pete?"

"Yeah, we'll be fine."

"In that case will you two have dinner with me tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I'll see ya then."

"I love you, Pete."

"You too. Bye." He hung up. He looked at Kitty sighing when he saw that she had dozed off. He curled his own body protectively around hers and closed his eyes.
Author's Note- So, do I up the rating or don't I? It's up to you guys, let me know what you want.