Author's Note- Because she's a witch/sorceress, Amanda can teleport among other things. Didn't quite get this one up at fast as I wanted. A shiny penny to anyone who knows what's wrong with Kitty, a smack upside the head for anyone who doesn't... it's kinda obvious.

Sick Day and a Battle
I feel just like I'm losin'my mind
'Cause love is like the right dress
On the wrong girl
You never know what you're gonna find
You think you're high and fine as wine
Then you wind up like a dog in a ditch
'cause love is like a wrong turn
On a cold night ... yeah
Ain't that a bitch
-Aerosmith
The next morning

Pete was awoken when Kitty bolted out of their bed and fled to the bathroom. He sat up and scratched his head trying to make since of such and incident so early in the morning. He stumbled out of bed and to the bathroom door where he could hear the wonderful sounds of his girlfriend retching. "Luv, you okay?" he asked. "Stupid question, of course you're not." He could hear the water running then silence before the toilet flushed. More silence. "Kitty!" The door opened then Kitty stepped into his arms.

"I feel terrible."

"Think yer comin' down with somethin'?" Pete asked stroking her back.

"I don't know, I haven't been around anyone who's sick. I must be though." Pete had another thought but immediately crushed it.

"Want me to go get the doctor?" he asked leading her back to the bed.

"No, I just want to sleep. I'll see Moira in the morning if I, like, still don't feel well."

"Okay," Pete said running a hand through her hair. "Luv, it's already one."

"I should go take a shower."

"No."

"Why not? I don't want to feel all gross."

"Kit, yer sick. I ain't takin' the chance of you passin' out or getting hurt just because you're off your game."

She glared up at him. "If I didn't know any better I'd swear you had planned this."

"I didn't. Wish I had, though."

"What about the computer files? Won't you need me for that?"

"I always need you. But Doug can handle that. He's nowhere near as good as you are but I'm sure he can manage."

"Now you're trying to flatter me."

"Is it working?"

"A little."

"You won't castrate me in my sleep if I make you stay?"

"I'm agreeing to stay, you aren't making me. If you were I'd be beating the crap out of you right now."

He smiled. "Okay. Get some sleep."

"Pete."

"Yeah?"

"Take care of yourself, okay? Don't get yourself killed or even hurt, you hear?"

"Wouldn't dare. You'd never talk to me again." He sat next to her and ran a hand through her hair until she finally fell asleep.

An hour later

Rogue looked at Pete doubtfully. "You're tellin' me that Kitty actually said no to coming along?"

"It was me idea, but she agreed. She wasn't feelin' too well this morning," Pete told them.

"She must not have been," Rogue said. She noticed how quiet Logan was being and made a note to pull him aside and make him tell her what was really going on. She knew he'd know. Logan himself was watching Pete and wondering how his old friend and surrogate daughter would handle what was coming next.

"Since Kitty's not coming," Pete continued, "Doug, you're going in for the files and taking out the security systems. You up for it?"

"Sure," Doug nodded.

"Rahne, I want you to cover him."

"Okay," Rahne nodded. "Anyone touches Doug A'll tear their legs off."

Pete blinked. "Err… great. The rest of us are doing what we were going to do before." The group got onto the plane and it took off. Brian took the plane down out of range of the radar systems that Black Air had. The group then got out and walked several miles to the compound. "Kurt?"

"On it." Kurt teleported Doug and Rahne inside.

"Be careful," Kurt cautioned them before teleporting away.

"This map isn't that great," Doug whispered.

"Aye," Rahne agreed. "A cannae read it at all."

"I guess we wing it," Doug shrugged. They walked a little ways.

"I'm going to make a wild guess and say that the main systems are in there." Rahne motioned to a room that said "top security clearance only."

"Good guess. How do we get in?"

"Let me handle that." Rahne went half wolfen and grabbed a man coming down the hall slamming him against the wall. "Get us in here."

"I don't have the clearance," the man blubbered.

"Who does?" Rahne demanded.

"Them." Rahne tensed before knocking the man she had a hold of out and shifting completely attack the three men who had guns trained on her. She was able to catch them off guard causing two to lose their weapons. Doug swallowed nervously before joining in the fight. He managed to pin one man and tie him up as Rahne took out the others.

"Nice," Doug commented helping Rahne get the others incapacitated.

"How's it going?" Pete asked through the head sets both were wearing.

"Ran into a little trouble, we'll have it ready in just a few minutes," Doug responded.

"Get us in there," Rahne ordered the only man she hadn't tied up. The man obeyed unlocking the door. "Good boy." She tied him up and she and Doug drug the four into the room.

"Empty," Doug said relieved as he shut the door behind them. "My hand hurts."

"Want me to kiss it and make it better?" Rahne asked. Realizing what she had just said she put a hand over her mouth and gasped.

"Yes," Doug said smiling. "Anyone ever tell you that you are one sexy wolf-chick?"

"Doug!" Rahne exclaimed blushing. Doug laughed sitting in the computer chair and inserting a virus he and Kitty had devised into the security system.

"You're good," he told the others.

"Do y' t'ink dey're aware dat we could hear every word they just said?" Remy asked as Amanda teleported him in with Rogue.

"No."

An hour later, Muir Island

This time when Kitty awoke she felt pretty much fine. The nausea had almost completely faded. She got up and walked down the stairs to the kitchen where Moira was up and making a kettle of tea and cooking some bacon for Lockheed. "No coffee?"

Moira jumped before turning. "Och, ye scared me, Kitty! Can ye keep a secret?"

"Sure."

"The coffee is just to drive those Brits crazy." Moira cackled and Lockheed chuckled. "What's wrong, lass? Ye're much quieter than usual."

"I just don't feel at one hundred percent."

"Well, it's about time for you to get a physical anyhow. Let's get down to the medlab." Kitty groaned. She wasn't nearly as volatile as Pete (who was?) but who actually enjoys going to the doctor?