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Coming Home and a First Date

Lockheed settled himself on the top of the couch after Kitty and Pete got the bed ready. Kitty spread the sheet out on the bed as Pete got out the pillows. "This is becoming a habit," she commented.

"A good habit," Pete grinned.

"Somehow I knew you'd say that." Pete stripped down to his boxers. "Scooby Doo?"

"Wot?" Pete asked with wide eyes. She laughed softly and kissed him soundly on the lips.

"You're cute."

Pete smiled back before stepping away from her and climbing into bed. "Yer ruinin' me rep, luv," he warned holding the edge of the covers open for her. She kicked off her shoes and climbed into bed beside him. "Sweet dreams."

"You too." She cuddled up next to him. He wrapped his arms around her waist holding her tightly in his arms. He leaned down to kiss her goodnight.

"Grr..."

"I'm gettin' a muzzle for him."

Later that night

Kitty awoke when Pete almost leapt out of bed. His escape was hampered by the sheet, which was still wrapped around his legs. "Pete?"

He looked around before relaxing slightly. "Bloody hell..."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothin', luv." He laid back and pulled her gently into his arms. She went willingly, leaning against him. They were silent for a few seconds, Kitty knew that pressing the subject would only make him shut down completely. "I killed two men t'night."

"What?"

"Threadgold and a bunch of men were waitin' fer us when we got t' the compound. There was a shoot out. I shot him, then a couple more two I know must be dead."

"It was self defense."

"I murdered them and ran. After all my training I know the difference between a shot to incapacitate an' a shot t' kill. When I shot them I wasn't aimin' fer the knee or shoulder."

"I once killed a guy," Kitty confessed in a whisper after Pete was silent for a few seconds.

"Wot?" Pete blinked, almost unable to believe that Kitty could have it in her to kill.

"He had a pacemaker... I phased through him."

"It was an accident."

"No..." Kitty said softly. "Half an accident, maybe... I didn't mean to kill him, but I did want to hurt him. This is something Todd and I haven't told anyone else. The professor's the only one who knows at all."

"Todd?"

"Todd Tolensky," Kitty said. "Codename Toad. I was walking with him because Lance's Jeep had broke down. We were going to the gas station when these men jumped us. They just shoved me aside and started beating up Todd. I tried to help when the one backslapped me."

She paused. "Todd managed to take two of them out, that left one. He pulled out a gun. I was right behind him. I phased through him to take the gun... I was going to use it, but I didn't have to. He grabbed his chest... it happened so fast.

"Todd and I got rid of any evidence and left the body, and the two unconscious men there. No one knew that we had been there. I had to tell the professor... he wiped the two men's minds of the event... I never told anyone." Pete kissed the top of her head. They laid there quietly for a few minutes. "Thanks for talking to me," Kitty whispered against his chest. Pete smiled down at her and kissed her lips tenderly. The two laid, cuddled together as sleep overcame them.

The following weekend

"It's nice," Kitty commented as Pete pulled his car into the restaurant. He led her inside. "We're actually on a date, just the two of us."

"I know," Pete said. "I'm amazed I actually got you away from the Institute. I got four threats."

"Four?"

"Yeah, Logan, Scott, Kurt and Remy. I can't believe the Rajun Cajun was actually threatenin' me." He shook his head. "Somethin' ain't right there." Pete pulled out a chair out for her. Kitty looked up, surprised by the gallant move but not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. She sat down and he slid into the seat across from her.

Dinner went perfectly. It was when they were leaving to go to the movie that the evening fell apart. "I heard you were here," a man said. The couple turned and saw Lance standing in front of his jeep.

"Lance?" Kitty said. "What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing."

"I am here on a date," Kitty announced. "One of those things you never took me on."

"I did so!"

"Lance," Kitty said patiently. "Take out at McDonalds does not qualify as a date." Pete snorted.

"Do you have something to say?" Lance snarled.

"Nah," Pete shrugged. "Yer patheticness speaks fer itself." Kitty winced shooting her boyfriend a glare, knowing that he was deliberately messing with Lance.

"You bastard."

"Don't me father wish," Pete said jovially.

"I'm not going to fight you here," Lance said decisively. "Not while Kitty's here."

"Don't let that stop ya," Pete said. "I'm sure Kit doesn't mind."

"She wouldn't be happy if I kicked your ass in front of her."

Pete snorted again, then chuckled, he then lost it, bursting into uproarious laughter. "You... kicking (snicker) my... (gasp) ass..." There was more laughter before Pete managed to completely compose himself. "I don't see that happenin', mate." Kitty sighed, backing away, she knew what was about to happen and didn't want to be caught up in it.

Lance's eyes narrowed and he threw a punch. Pete dodged, grabbing Lance's arm and knocking him to the ground. Kitty sighed again, sitting on the hood of Lance's jeep. She stared down at her nails as the two men fought. She let it go on for five minutes before walking over to them and phasing Pete away from the fight.

"We're leaving," she announced. "If you, like, want to fight so badly go ahead but I am leaving and I'm taking your car."

"Okay," Pete said. "We'll go." He left Lance crumpled on the ground and led Kitty away.

"You are such and idiot," Kitty announced. "Why do you guys have to do that?"

"We're men," Pete shrugged. Kitty's glare didn't soften at all. Pete sighed. "Would it help if I apologized?"

"A little."

"Okay, I'm sorry," the words seemed to be drug out of him, but Kitty knew how rare apologies were for him. He went around and opened her door for her as Lance stood shakily. Pete got in on the other side and pulled out of the parking lot, heading towards the Institute.

"All I wanted was a normal night," Kitty sighed.

"I'm sorry," Pete said. "I told ya before, luv, I'm an asshole."

"No, Lance is an asshole, you're just an idiot."

"... Thanks...?"

She smiled reluctantly. "But I love you anyways." Her eyes widened at the same time as his did.

"Care t' repeat that?"

"Not all that much."

"I'm gonna make this up t' you," Pete promised changing the subject. "Hey, would you like t' come back t' London with me next weekend? Romany needs someone t' housesit her apartment fer a couple days. I can show ya around town. She even said I could take a couple friends so Remy and Rogue can come too. So?"

"More than one room though, right?"

"Luv, have I ever pressured you int' anything?"

"No," she admitted. "Well, a little, but you always made it clear that when I say stop you would."

"Same rules apply here. We can share a room, if you want I can crash on the floor, won't be the first time. Okay?"

"I'll go," Kitty announced. "Can Lockheed come?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Grasshopper, ya know how well yer dragon and I get along."

"But he'll get lonely."

"In the Institute? Not bloody likely."

"Please?" She went all out making her eyes wide and sticking out her lower lip.

"No." Pete kept his eyes firmly on the road. "Stop that. I'm not goin' t' look at ya, it won't work." The lip trembled. "Kit, he's evil. I don't like him, he hates me." Her wide, innocent eyes were still fixed on him. "No." He glanced at her, knowing it was a mistake. "I hate you."

Her lips slowly curled up. "Liar." He pulled into the parking lot. He got out and opened her door for her.

"You owe me, Pryde, you owe me big."

She merely smiled, lacing her arm through his. "It won't be that bad."

"I don't believe you." They walked into the rec. room, which was surprisingly empty. "Since we never made it to the movie want t' just watch somethin'?"

"Sure." Pete put in Mel Brooks' Young Frankenstein. He flopped down next to Kitty on the couch. Kitty curled up next to him. Pete ran a hand through her hair as they started the movie.

Frankenstein hadn't even gotten to Transylvania when the two started to make-out. Soon they were laying on the couch and his hands started to roam. Pete's hands slipped under her shirt caressing her stomach. She trembled slightly. He grew bolder, reaching up and finding one of her breasts.

She arched herself into his hand with a sharp gasp. Her blue eyes met his startled and he kissed her again. He slid his hand under her bra. That was, of course, when Bobby and Jubilee came in. Pete groaned standing to allow Kitty to get up before sitting back down.

"Get a room," Bobby said.

"Find one that's not occupied an' we will," Pete growled. Kitty elbowed him. "Ow!"

Kitty glared at him. "Be nice."

"I really don't see that 'appenin'," Pete said jovially. She shot him a look. He just smiled and kissed her. Bobby and Jubilee sat down on the couch. Pete sighed, visibly annoyed. He wrapped an arm around Kitty's shoulders and turned back to the movie. Rahne and Sam came in next.

"Hey wolf-girl," Jubilee greeted.

"Hello," Rahne said smiling. "What are ye watchin'?"

"Young Frankenstein."

"Is it a scary movie?"

Bobby snorted. "Hardly."

"Next we should watch Blazing Saddles," Sam said.

"I hate my life," Pete groaned. Lockheed flew in curling up with Kitty. "An' me life is now complete."

"Stop, like, being melodramatic," Kitty said rolling her eyes. "Lockheed just wanted to say hi."

"Right," Pete snorted. Remy and Rogue walked in and sat down on the couples other side.

"Nice shiner, mon ami," Remy said, the first to notice the black eye.

"Rocky and I 'ad a fight," Pete explained.

"Which is Pete for 'I'm an idiot'," Kitty supplied.

"Thanks," Pete said slowly.

"He deliberately baited Lance."

"I merely stated the truth," Pete protested. "He is pathetic." Kitty sighed shaking her head.

"Why are men so stupid?" Kitty asked to no one in particular.

"It's the testosterone," Rogue said. "Ah think it destroys brain cells."

"That makes since," Kitty nodded.

"Dat hurts, chére," Remy pouted cutely. Tabby and Ray came in.

"Don't you people have other places t' be?" Pete asked, annoyed by the interruptions.

"Nope," the others shrugged.

Pete sighed. "There is no privacy in this place."

"Sure there is," Kurt said as he and Amanda walked in. "You can always go into the bathroom."

"Remy begs ta differ, mon brave. In dis house a homme can't even take a shower without bein' walked in on."

"It was Kitty and Evan's fault!" Rogue exclaimed blushing. "And it's not like Ah saw anythin'." A lie. To this day Rogue couldn't see Remy in jeans or shirtless without blushing.

Remy raised a mischievous eyebrow. "We can fix dat, ma chérie."

"Pig." Remy merely grinned reaching out and taking Rogue's hand. The group was silent for a while, watching the movie. Betsy walked in with Warren.

"Hello," she said with a wide smile. "Pete, I forgot to tell you, the professor needs the Blackbird next weekend so we're going to take a cruise to England."

"'We'?" Pete echoed.

"Didn't Brian tell you? We're going to be traveling with you back home. Warren's coming too. He's going to meet my parents."

"That's great!" Kitty exclaimed. "We'll have company."

"Yippee," Pete said dryly. "Don't get me wrong, Bets, you're okay, and I have nothin' against you, wings. It's the all-powerful Captain Britain that I don't like."

"We all know that," Betsy said rolling her eyes. As if on cue Brian walked in.

"God 'ates me," Pete sighed.

"I thought you'd still be out," Brian said distaste plainly showing on his face.

"No such luck, mate," Pete smirked. He wrapped an arm around Kitty's shoulder as the movie came to a close and Sam put in Blazing Saddles. "An' apparently we're gonna get t' take a nice long trip t'gether."

"What happened to you, Wisdom?" Brian asked with a sneer. "Finally piss off the wrong person?"

Kitty glared at Pete. "You can say that."

"Hey, Rocky looks a lot worse than me."

"I repeat mah comment about testosterone," Rogue said rolling her eyes.

"Yep," Kitty nodded.