All cats are gray in the dark

by ladymaja

Summary: Kitty (22 yo) is spending her summer vacation in Canada at Logan's cottage when suddenly she gets attacked and captured. In order to escape she's gonna need to take a helping hand from a killer.


Chapter Fourteen: Three reasons

The man steps next to her and grabs her by the arm. He pulls her up surprisingly gently. She looks at his face. The fog disappears from her head, and she gasps in surprise. The man smiles and says:
"Gotch'ya, Half-pint!"

"Lo-Logan?" – Kitty's voice's weak. He smiles and gently picks her up. She's not in the state to walk.

Kitty's relieved. She's finally saved! She's feeling dizzy and she's just about to give in the pain and tiredness and fall asleep – or let's just say faint – in Logan's arms when she hears him growl. She snaps up her head in fear that they might be under attack again.

She looks around but no. Nobody's in the hallway but her, Logan and. . .

She turns the way Logan's starring.
"Victor!" – she whines. He's lying on the ground under the big patch of blood on the wall his head left there when he slammed against it. He's still unconscious.
"Victor?" – Logan looks at her in disbelief. "Since when is he just "Victor" to you?" says he, his voice turning from surprised to indignant.

She hops out of his arms. Logan's eyes widen. She was barely conscious a second ago.
"What the hell's going on, Half-pint?"

She doesn't hear the question. Not literally, her hearing is fine now, she's all fine now, thanks to Victor's blood. But why won't he move? Why won't he heal? Is he. . . . . . No! No way! Logan's been through a lot worse and he was always fine.

She steps closer and leans above the body. She swallows a shriek by covering her mouth with both hands. His head is wrecked! There's a huge open wound in the back of his head. She can see his cracked skull an-. . .a-and. . . smashed brain!

She clenches her eyes and tightens her hands on her mouth trying to fight the urge to puke. She shivers and falls on her knees. She can feel her eyes well up.

"Kitty." – Logan comes up to her. He looks at Victor too and gasps. Kitty's sitting next to his arch enemy clutching her knees, and he's pretty sure she's about to cry.

He wants to question her about what's going on. He wants to know why Sabertooth is here, and why she's crying for him. But she looks so sad and desperate. This isn't the right time for questions. He puts his hands on her shoulders trying to comfort her.

He hears a puff noise and looks up. Kurt is standing behind him.
"Did you find Keety?" – he asks. Logan moves slightly to show him the shivering Kitty under his arms.

"What happened? Is she okay? . . . I s that SABERTOOTH over there?" – he asks in a shock.

"Yeah. Status report?" – Logan says with a hint of save-the-questions-for-later in his voice.

"Uhm, Cyclops, Iceman, Jean, Rouge and Storm are holding up the armed forces, Beast is still in the Blackbird in case medical attendance is needed. . . . . Is medical attendance needed?" – he asks anxiously looking at Kitty. Logan seems to be unsure. He then grabs Kitty's shoulders, this time more firmly and pulls her up.

"We're leaving." – he says.

"Wha- Wait! You wanna leave him here?" – she yelps indignantly.

"Why?" – he asks as he raises his eyebrow.

"Why? We can't just leave him back helpless to the enemy!" – she groans. Logan clenches his teeth, grabs her wrist and pulls her towards the hole on the wall.

"Give me ONE reason why I shouldn't." – he says grumpily. She phases her wrist out of Logan's grab.

"I'm gonna give you THREE!" – she yells.
"One: He saved my life. Two: It's inhuman to leave someone to get captured and tortured! And three: I'M NOT LEAVING WITHOUT HIM!" – she screams at him angrily.

"Fine!" - Logan groans in annoyance. "But as soon as we're out of here, I expect an explanation! And it better be good!" – he then turns to Kurt. "Nightcrawler, teleport him to the Blackbird then come back for us!"

Kurt looks at Sabertooth. Then back at Logan. Is he serious? – he asks himself, then he decides rather not to have a quarrel with the angry Wolverine. So he does as he said.

-
couple minutes later on the Blackbird. . .

"You seem to be fine!" – says Hank with a warm smile as he finishes examining Kitty. She can't help but smile back.

Victor's in the back of the Blackbird. He's still unconscious but he was fastened with belts just in case he wakes up. Which is unlikely for now. His heart's beating and his wounds started to heal, slowly, because he lost a lot of blood.

Kitty looks at him. A couple minutes ago, she was with him in the broom closet. It was incredible. To her. She doesn't know about him. They had no time to talk about it and get thinks straight. Things happened too fast.

Logan catches her watching Victor and growls. Kitty looks at him worried. Thank God, that pipe in the wall broke, when that guy shot them with that plasma gun, and get them both soaking wet. Otherwise Logan would have noticed. He would've smelled it on them. He probably would've killed Victor on sight and never spoke to her again.

Kitty's heart clutches. She never wanted to disappoint him nor hurt him. She can imagine the face he would've made if he figured out what had happened in that broom closet between her and his brother. . . Right, that's the other think that could crash his world. She promised Victor she wouldn't say a word, but then again she couldn't even if she wanted to. She couldn't hurt Logan.

"Kitty?" – Jean's voice brings her back to reality. She's sitting next to her and gently puts her arm around Kitty's shoulders. She hopes Jean didn't read her mind. No. She wouldn't. Jean respects her privacy even in a confusing situation like this.
"Are you all right? Tell us what happened!" – she asks. Everyone turns to them. They're dying to know what happened.

"Well, as you know, I was on a vacation, and. . ." – she tells them the whole story – but she carefully leaves out the "sex with the enemy" and the "brother bound" part.

Their mouth dropped when she told them she was attacked by wolves and he gave her his blood to save her. She saw Logan's eyes widen at that part.

". . . – and then there was that explosion, and that threw Victor up against the wall and that's when Logan came." – she finished.

Everyone is starring at her in shock for like a whole minute. Kitty's starting to feel a little awkward so she decides to break the silence.
"So what's up with you guys?" – Finally her cynicism wakes Hank from the 'coma' and he blinks.

"You said he injected his blood? Such unprepared procedures can be lethal! Especially when it's about mutants with different d.n.a. structures!" – he explains.

"Yeah!" – Kitty said a bit irritated. "And you know what else can be lethal? Bleeding to death after a pack of wolves tries to rip off your leg!"

"I just. . ." – Hank tries to apologies but Kitty cuts him off.

"I know. I'm just saying. The circumstances weren't ideal, and he did the best he could. . . I owe him! He could have just left me there to die, but he didn't." – she says the last part in a low voice.

"Well, that's. . . unusual." – says Scott looking over at Sabertooth's body. "I can see why you wouldn't leave him there."

"Yeah." – she whispers.

"I'm still worried about the blood." – says Hank.

"Oh, come on! I told you! It happened! That's it. Look, if it makes you feel better I promise I won't do any blood transfusion with our enemies the next time I get kidnapped by mutant-hunters and attacked by wild animals!"

"No, Kitty. That's not what I mean. . . Look, if he injected it more than two days ago, and it couldn't have been a bigger amount than a standard first aid hypodermic needle could carry, then your system should have worked it up by now. Yet, you said after Logan had blown the wall you experienced dizziness, confusion, headache, a lack of feeling, anxiety, blurred vision and so on. . . these are the symptoms of a concussion. And yet here you are, obviously fine and healthy." – says Hank anxiously.

"What are you trying to say?" – Logan asks with a little concern in his voice.

"Maybe the blood transfusion did more damage than good. . ."