Co-Ed Moodswings

Those little things you say
When words mean so much
You never back down
And they all shy away
You always listen to me

And what do I care to get me through these sleepless nights
And what do I have to hold when no one's there to hold me tight
And what do I see the only thing that gets me through this is I feel and I feel you
-3 Doors Down

Later that week

Rogue valiantly resisted the urge to throw something at Pete as his fingers nervously tapped on the table. The group had just finished breakfast and she, Remy, Moira, Rhane, Doug and Pete were still sitting at the table after cleaning up. The only thing that kept her from hurting Pete was the knowledge that he was suffering. He hadn't had one cigarette since he and Kitty had returned from London and the Englishman was still feeling the effects of his withdrawal.

"Mon brave?" Remy said finally.

"What?" Pete snapped his eyes flashing red, something they had been doing often lately.

"Remy t'inks dat he speaks for all of us when he requests that you go for a walk." Growling something about the evils of fresh air, Pete obeyed.

"He's like a time bomb," Doug sighed in relief.

"A wouldna have wanted him to quit if A had known it would have done this," Moira sighed. "Who knew the cigarettes made Wisdom nice?"

"Still it's vera sweet that he's doin this for Kitty," Rhane said. The girl in question came down the stairs not looking very happy.

"What's wrong?" Rogue asked.

"Where is he?" she demanded.

"Outside," Rogue said. Kitty stormed out. All eyes turned went to the window where they saw the couple yelling at each other. Next thing they knew Kitty had thrown herself at Pete and the two disappeared from view.

Remy rolled his eyes. "Ya know, this ain't good."

"What isn't?" Doug asked.

"Kitty's having mood swings and Pete's still gettin' over his withdrawal. He's so damn irritable, and together..."

"Ah know," Rogue nodded, "they're either fightin' or makin' out. Are there any missions, that need to be done out of the country? Preferably ones that'll take a couple weeks?"

"Nae," Moira laughed. "And Wisdom wouldna be so bad if he were nae so pigheaded." The Londoner had refused any chemical help, preferring to quit by himself.

Outside

Pete blinked, buttoning his slacks as Kitty put her jeans back on. "Um, luv?"

"Yeah?" she asked slipping on a pair of sandals.

"What exactly were we fightin' about?"

Kitty opened her mouth before closing it with a frown. "I totally don't remember."

"Me either," he chuckled. "So I finally called Stuart and accepted his offer. With the sign on bonus I was planning on making a down payment on that house that ya liked, if ya want."

"Oh, Pete," Kitty breathed, her eyes filling with tears.

"Wot?" Pete asked, alarmed.

"I love you!" Kitty sobbed, throwing herself in his arms. Pete sat, completely bemused.

In the training room

Warren was lifting some weights when Betsy walked in, in a skimpy workout outfit. "Mind if I join you?"

Warren swallowed. "Not at all."

"Good." She walked to the mats and started stretching. Warren watched her lithe body move, trying to keep his hormones in check. "I really need to burn some energy," she commented. "Would you like to help?"

Warren's mouth dropped open and his mouth went dry. "What?" he croaked, weakly.

"Spar," she said innocently. Inside she was snickering.

"Oh. Sure." He put the weights down and stood. Betsy definitely surpassed him in skill. She made sure her body brushed his at every opportunity, which also succeeded in distracting him as well.

"Do you find me attractive?" she asked.

"What?" Warren asked. Being caught off guard allowed her to tackle him. She pinned him to the mat and regarded him seriously.

"Do you find me attractive?"

"Of course I do," he assured her. "I'm a heterosexual man, and I have eyes. How could I not?"

"You've only kissed me twice, that I can remember," she added on the second part remembering waking up with him after a night of drinking.

"I..." Warren murmured, "I don't know. I guess I was scared that you may not feel the same."

"Do you realize that the main reason that you're even here is because of two meddling friends of mine who knew that I had a crush on you?" Betsy inquired smiling down at him.

"What?"

"Kitty and Rogue arranged it. Warren, you are the hottest, sweetest man that I have ever met. I'm constantly having to resist the urge to tackle to an have my wicked way with you."

He chuckled at that. "Well, when you put it that way..." He leaned up and kissed her, his lips taking complete possession hers.

She pulled away. "Doors lock." There was an audible click as the doors locked. Warren arched an eyebrow in question. "One of Kitty's programs," Betsy grinned.

"I'll have to thank her," Warren smiled. They kissed again. Betsy grinned to herself. Finally.