Author's Note- Back in our own little home. Which is great `cause I was
getting cabin fever, and Internet withdraw. As I said before anything
marked with a * is from the comic.
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A Visit
~*~
You'll be my survival
You're my living proof
My love is alive
Not dead
Tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with trapping of love
I'll be captivated
I'll hang from your lips
-Edwin McCain
~*~
Pete was outside getting out a cigarette when his pack was suddenly grabbed from his hand. He turned and saw Lockheed as the dragon flew over the ocean and dropped the pack. "If I could fly you little purple aardvark, you'd be dead."
"I `ate yoo."
Pete blinked startled. "Pardon?"
"I `ate yoo, smelly."
"Okay, I did hear that. You can talk?"
"Of course I can talk. Better than yoo."
"Why didn't you tell anyone else?"
"No reason to. Yoo hurt Kit, smelly, and I kill yoo."
The next day
Pete sighed as Kitty touched the plane down. "Tell me one thing, luv."
"What?" she asked shutting everything off.
"Why did we have to take him?"
Kitty smiled cuddling Lockheed closer. "He wanted to come, I could tell."
Pete snorted. "No, he wants to kill me, burn my clothes and hide my cigarettes. He told me."*
Kitty looked at Pete raising her eyebrows. "Um, Pete, Lockheed can't talk."
"He can!" Pete exclaimed. "I tol' ya that last night."
"If he could talk why would you be the only one he talks to?"
"Because the blasted rat wants t' drive me crazy."
"Right." She looked down at Lockheed as she spoke next. "The bad man lost his mind."
"I ain't crazy!" Pete exclaimed. "He can talk, he can! I'll prove it too."
"Okay, Pete." They walked up to the Institute. "I totally don't want to go in here."
"Ya want me t' go in by myself?" he offered.
"No," Kitty said. "I, like, need to face them." She reached up and knocked. Jean answered the door.
"Kitty," she said surprised. "I thought Warren was bringing the papers back."
"He's going to stay a few more days," Kitty shrugged. "Pete and I totally had nothing better to do so we, like, decided to come instead."
"Well, come inside," Jean said. "The professor, Scott, and Ororo are out of town for a few days, but Logan and Hank are still here." They walked inside. "I have class but it was great seeing you." Jean quickly hugged the younger girl before walking away.
"Half-pint!" a man called. Kitty turned her face breaking out in a huge grin. She ran to the man and hugged him.
"I missed you," she said stepping away.
"The place isn't the same without the three of you," Logan said. He looked past her. "Who're they?"
"This is Lockheed," Kitty said as the dragon perched on her shoulder. "And that's Pete, my boyfriend."
"Katherine," Hank said approaching. Kitty went to him and hugged him also, but Pete noticed that it wasn't with as much ease or warmth as she had hugged the other man.
"I have some files for you," she told him.
"Wonderful," Hank said. "Follow me, I have a few things for Moira as well."
"Okay," Kitty said. "Be right back, Mr. Logan." She blew a kiss to Pete before following Hank to the Med-lab.
"*Mr.* Logan?" Pete asked with a smirk.
"Bite me, runt," Logan growled.
"No thanks, mate," Pete smiled.
"How'd this happen?" Logan inquired motioning to where Kitty had disappeared.
"Hell if I know," Pete said. "One day we're at each others throats, the next..."
"You're at more important body parts."
"Got any scotch?"
"Some things never change," Logan muttered. "This is a school, Wisdom."
"I know you, Logan, it may be hidden but you have to have some liquor in here."
Logan rolled his eyes. "Follow me." The two walked into the kitchen where Logan got out a key and opened a closet. Inside he opened the wall where another refrigerator sat. He then got out a bottle of scotch and a bottle of whisky. Pete got two glasses and the two sat down one seat between them and poured a glass of their respective drinks.
"The good stuff," Pete sighed happily. Almost seeming in sync with each other Pete got out a cigarette and Logan pulled out one of his cigars. They both lit up.
"So, how'd you two meet?" Logan asked.
"I was stayin' with the mad witchdoctor," Pete told him. "She showed up."
"Then?"
"We fought," Pete said.
"Why?" Logan asked.
"He was a complete boor," Kitty said lightly coming in and sitting between the two men. "He was totally rude."
"She was an annoying airhead," Pete shot back.
She elbowed him. "'Airhead'?"
"Wot?"
"What changed?" Logan asked looking between them.
The two exchanged glances. "I don't know," Kitty admitted.
"She finally admitted that she wanted me," Pete said causing her to slap him again.
"I guess he stopped being a jerk," Kitty shrugged.
"The kids are home," Logan said standing. "Be right back."
"What changed for you?" Kitty asked looking at Pete curiously.
"Nothing," Pete said. "I wanted you since I saw you."
"You sure didn't show it."
"O' course I didn't. You were eight years younger than me, beautiful and good, everything a guy like me didn't deserve."
"Deserved or not, you have me," Kitty said leaning into him slightly. "And I'm never letting you go."
"Love you," he murmured.
"I love you too," she smiled kissing him lightly.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A Visit
~*~
You'll be my survival
You're my living proof
My love is alive
Not dead
Tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with trapping of love
I'll be captivated
I'll hang from your lips
-Edwin McCain
~*~
Pete was outside getting out a cigarette when his pack was suddenly grabbed from his hand. He turned and saw Lockheed as the dragon flew over the ocean and dropped the pack. "If I could fly you little purple aardvark, you'd be dead."
"I `ate yoo."
Pete blinked startled. "Pardon?"
"I `ate yoo, smelly."
"Okay, I did hear that. You can talk?"
"Of course I can talk. Better than yoo."
"Why didn't you tell anyone else?"
"No reason to. Yoo hurt Kit, smelly, and I kill yoo."
The next day
Pete sighed as Kitty touched the plane down. "Tell me one thing, luv."
"What?" she asked shutting everything off.
"Why did we have to take him?"
Kitty smiled cuddling Lockheed closer. "He wanted to come, I could tell."
Pete snorted. "No, he wants to kill me, burn my clothes and hide my cigarettes. He told me."*
Kitty looked at Pete raising her eyebrows. "Um, Pete, Lockheed can't talk."
"He can!" Pete exclaimed. "I tol' ya that last night."
"If he could talk why would you be the only one he talks to?"
"Because the blasted rat wants t' drive me crazy."
"Right." She looked down at Lockheed as she spoke next. "The bad man lost his mind."
"I ain't crazy!" Pete exclaimed. "He can talk, he can! I'll prove it too."
"Okay, Pete." They walked up to the Institute. "I totally don't want to go in here."
"Ya want me t' go in by myself?" he offered.
"No," Kitty said. "I, like, need to face them." She reached up and knocked. Jean answered the door.
"Kitty," she said surprised. "I thought Warren was bringing the papers back."
"He's going to stay a few more days," Kitty shrugged. "Pete and I totally had nothing better to do so we, like, decided to come instead."
"Well, come inside," Jean said. "The professor, Scott, and Ororo are out of town for a few days, but Logan and Hank are still here." They walked inside. "I have class but it was great seeing you." Jean quickly hugged the younger girl before walking away.
"Half-pint!" a man called. Kitty turned her face breaking out in a huge grin. She ran to the man and hugged him.
"I missed you," she said stepping away.
"The place isn't the same without the three of you," Logan said. He looked past her. "Who're they?"
"This is Lockheed," Kitty said as the dragon perched on her shoulder. "And that's Pete, my boyfriend."
"Katherine," Hank said approaching. Kitty went to him and hugged him also, but Pete noticed that it wasn't with as much ease or warmth as she had hugged the other man.
"I have some files for you," she told him.
"Wonderful," Hank said. "Follow me, I have a few things for Moira as well."
"Okay," Kitty said. "Be right back, Mr. Logan." She blew a kiss to Pete before following Hank to the Med-lab.
"*Mr.* Logan?" Pete asked with a smirk.
"Bite me, runt," Logan growled.
"No thanks, mate," Pete smiled.
"How'd this happen?" Logan inquired motioning to where Kitty had disappeared.
"Hell if I know," Pete said. "One day we're at each others throats, the next..."
"You're at more important body parts."
"Got any scotch?"
"Some things never change," Logan muttered. "This is a school, Wisdom."
"I know you, Logan, it may be hidden but you have to have some liquor in here."
Logan rolled his eyes. "Follow me." The two walked into the kitchen where Logan got out a key and opened a closet. Inside he opened the wall where another refrigerator sat. He then got out a bottle of scotch and a bottle of whisky. Pete got two glasses and the two sat down one seat between them and poured a glass of their respective drinks.
"The good stuff," Pete sighed happily. Almost seeming in sync with each other Pete got out a cigarette and Logan pulled out one of his cigars. They both lit up.
"So, how'd you two meet?" Logan asked.
"I was stayin' with the mad witchdoctor," Pete told him. "She showed up."
"Then?"
"We fought," Pete said.
"Why?" Logan asked.
"He was a complete boor," Kitty said lightly coming in and sitting between the two men. "He was totally rude."
"She was an annoying airhead," Pete shot back.
She elbowed him. "'Airhead'?"
"Wot?"
"What changed?" Logan asked looking between them.
The two exchanged glances. "I don't know," Kitty admitted.
"She finally admitted that she wanted me," Pete said causing her to slap him again.
"I guess he stopped being a jerk," Kitty shrugged.
"The kids are home," Logan said standing. "Be right back."
"What changed for you?" Kitty asked looking at Pete curiously.
"Nothing," Pete said. "I wanted you since I saw you."
"You sure didn't show it."
"O' course I didn't. You were eight years younger than me, beautiful and good, everything a guy like me didn't deserve."
"Deserved or not, you have me," Kitty said leaning into him slightly. "And I'm never letting you go."
"Love you," he murmured.
"I love you too," she smiled kissing him lightly.