Author's Note- This is not Lancitty but there will be Lancitty in it.
Second Note- This is an alternate version of my other story on FFN. This is what would happen if Kitty was truly the only survivor and didn't meet Pete while in London.
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Bombshell
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"I'm a soldier- wounded so I must give up the fight
There's nothing left for me- lead me away
Or leave me lying here
Sound the bugle now- tell them I don't care
There's not a road I know- that leads to anywhere
Without a light I fear that I will- stumble in the dark
Lay right down- decide to not go on"
-Bryan Adams
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Lance Alvers sighed throwing his door open. No, not coming from here. That must mean outside. With another sigh he stumbled down the stairs opening the door. In fled a terrified Kitty Pryde. She was soaked and covered in blood. "Trask's men," she sobbed.
"Kit, what happened?" Lance asked.
She just sobbed harder. "They're all gone."
Lance frowned in confusion as he shut the door. "Kitty, you're not making any since. What happened?" He looked down at her taking in the blood that covered her clothes. "Are you hurt?"
Kitty shook her head. "Me? No. I'm fine. How can I be fine? They're all gone!"
"Kitty, who's all gone?"
"The bomb..." Lance took her arm leading her upstairs. He handed her one of his shirts and a pair of sweat pants.
"Get dressed, throw your clothes in the trash, then come down stairs. Okay?" She nodded and he left going downstairs into the living room and sitting on the couch. Soon, she came back and sat next to him.
"I'm sorry. I had nowhere else to go."
"Can you tell me what happened?"
She took a deep breath. "We were sitting in the rec. room when Logan came over the intercom telling us to get out. He ran to us and grabbed Rhane and Jamie lifting them up. I had Bobby and Jubilee by the hands keeping the three of us phased but I lost them in the rush. The mansion... It just blew up."
Kitty had to pause to get control over her emotions before continuing. "I was phased so it didn't hurt me but everyone else..." She stopped taking another deep breath. "I found Logan, it blew him apart. And little Jamie... Scott was still alive. I held him as he took his last breaths."
Lance looked down at the petite girl now wracked with sobs. "How do you know it was Trask?"
"The bastard stood their gloating. They tried to shoot me but I stayed phased so it didn't work. I'm so tired."
"I'm sure you are, Kit-Cat. Did anyone survive?" Kitty shook her head. "Damn."
"I'm sorry I came here... I can't go home. My parents, they disowned me when they found out about everything that happened... and about you... I had no where else to go."
"It's okay, I'm glad you're here."
"I don't know what to do, Lance. I'm so lost." She began sobbing.
Lance drew her into his arms rocking her back and forth. "Shh," he murmured to the sobbing girl in his arms.
Pietro came down the stairs balking when he saw this. "Lance, what in the Hell is she doing here?" he demanded. "Did you forget that she's the enemy?" Lance raised his head to glare at Pietro.
"Not anymore," Lance whispered.
"What? How? Did she quit?"
"They're dead."
Pietro's already pale face completely lost its color. "All of them?" Lance knew who he was really wondering about.
"Even Tabby."
Pietro sat down in shock. "Jesus." The phone began ringing. Pietro got up to answer it. "Hello... yes sir we just heard... there's one survivor... she's here... Kitty Pryde... she's with Lance right now... I don't know, sir, if she wants to, the Brotherhood will take her in... wait... we are...? Thank you, sir... Okay, we'll be there tomorrow morning."
"Magneto?" Lance asked still holding Kitty who had drifted off to sleep in his arms.
"Yep. Guess what? We're Acolytes."
"Yippee."
"Lance..."
"How?"
"He says we've been tested enough. We're in."
"In other words, he ran out of things to test us with," Lance muttered standing and lifting Kitty into his arms. "I present to you the X-Men."
"Poor girl," Pietro said actually meaning it. He may not have liked Kitty but no one deserved what had just happened to her. Hell, he wouldn't have wished that one on Evan. "Do you think she'll come with us?"
Lance considered that for a few seconds before responding. "If she doesn't kill herself? Maybe."
Pietro winced at that thought. "What about her family?"
"Apparently they abandoned her." Lance then started to go up the stairs. "`Night."
"Goodnight."
Lance went into his room lying Kitty on his bed and stretching out beside her. He held her tightly, wondering why this would happen. Weren't the good guys supposed to win? "I'm sorry," he whispered to her. "I am so sorry." He decided at that moment that if he ever saw Trask he would rip him apart.
The next morning
Lance awoke alone. He jumped up and looked around. He walked out and saw that the bathroom door was locked. He ran to Wanda's room knocking. "What?" a very angry hex-witch demanded.
"Wanda, I need you to go into the bathroom," he said.
"And why would I do that?"
"Please Wanda."
She paused looking at him. "What's wrong?"
"Long story. Short version, the X-Men are dead, Kitty isn't and I'm afraid she might hurt herself." Wanda looked shocked at that and went to the door and used her powers to bust the lock.
"You can comfort her. That's not my thing."
"Thanks." He walked into the bathroom hearing sobbing and running water. "Kitty?" She didn't respond. "Kitty I'm going to open the curtain." Still no response. Finally, he pulled open the curtain. She was huddled in the corner sobbing. He grabbed a towel wrapping it around her as he lifted her to her feet. Wanda appeared at the door with some of his clothes.
"She'll be more comfortable in this than anything of mine," Wanda said before making a hasty retreat. Lance gently dried Kitty off since she was still sobbing too hard to even move. She got into the clothes and stepped into his arms clinging to him tightly. Lance himself strongly reminded himself that she was hurting and to not think about the fact that he had just seen the pretty brunette completely naked. Kitty buried her head in his chest for a few seconds before pulling away to look into his eyes, hers shiny with her tears.
"Why am I still alive?" she sobbed. "I should be with them!"
"Shh," he whispered simply.
"I packed you things," Pietro said running into the bathroom. He stopped at the site before him. "Did you ask?" Lance shook his head and Pietro left.
Lance looked down at the girl in his arms. "Kitten, we're part of the Acolytes now. We're moving in with Magneto." Kitty held on to him tighter at the thought of being left alone. "Do you want to come with us?"
"I don't want to be alone."
"Is that a yes?" She nodded. The two walked outside where everyone was already loading their things into the Jeep. "She's coming." No one talked on the way there. Soon they found themselves at the mansion.
"Shadowcat," Magneto said politely. "I'm pleased that you have decided to join us."
"I had nowhere else to go," Kitty said.
"Well, Katherine," Magneto said, "until further notice you will be staying with Lance. I'm sure young Avalanche knows what you're going through if anyone does." Kitty frowned, obviously confused by that. "Now, go unpack and join me downstairs." He assigned their rooms and walked away.
"What did he mean by that?" Kitty asked.
"Want to hear a story, pretty Kitty?" Lance asked. They went into their room and sat down on the bed. "You may not believe this but I was born in a comfortable middle-class neighborhood. I had a little sister and a little brother. Life was good.
"Then my father lost his job and six months later we lost our house. Then he began drinking. He was a violent drunk. He began to beat my mother, then us. I was the oldest so to protect them I took the blame for everything. My powers came in on a really bad night.
"He was totally plastered, he started really beating my mother and Rae, my little sister, tried to stop him. He backslapped her. She hit the wall and didn't move. I saw red. God, Kit, I had never been so angry in my whole life.
"The ground started shaking... I brought the whole damn house down. The only reason that I survived was because I had a... um... bowl on my head." He paused looking into Kitty's eyes. "I killed my family, all of them."
"Lance," she whispered. "I'm so sorry."
"So, I kinda know what you're going through. Only difference is: this is not your fault, kitten." He stood and started to unpack. He then went to Kitty kneeling in front of her. "I want to help you through this, Kit-Cat, if you'll let me."
"In return?"
"All I want is your promise that you won't hurt yourself."
"What?"
"I told you, I've been through this. I know all the thoughts, so you can't hurt yourself."
She saluted him mockingly. "Yes, sir!"
He crossed his arms regarding her seriously. "Promise me."
"Okay, Lance, I, like, promise." He wanted to cheer hearing her use the word 'like' for the first time in two nights.
"Okay, let's go downstairs."
Second Note- This is an alternate version of my other story on FFN. This is what would happen if Kitty was truly the only survivor and didn't meet Pete while in London.
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Bombshell
~*~
"I'm a soldier- wounded so I must give up the fight
There's nothing left for me- lead me away
Or leave me lying here
Sound the bugle now- tell them I don't care
There's not a road I know- that leads to anywhere
Without a light I fear that I will- stumble in the dark
Lay right down- decide to not go on"
-Bryan Adams
~*~
Lance Alvers sighed throwing his door open. No, not coming from here. That must mean outside. With another sigh he stumbled down the stairs opening the door. In fled a terrified Kitty Pryde. She was soaked and covered in blood. "Trask's men," she sobbed.
"Kit, what happened?" Lance asked.
She just sobbed harder. "They're all gone."
Lance frowned in confusion as he shut the door. "Kitty, you're not making any since. What happened?" He looked down at her taking in the blood that covered her clothes. "Are you hurt?"
Kitty shook her head. "Me? No. I'm fine. How can I be fine? They're all gone!"
"Kitty, who's all gone?"
"The bomb..." Lance took her arm leading her upstairs. He handed her one of his shirts and a pair of sweat pants.
"Get dressed, throw your clothes in the trash, then come down stairs. Okay?" She nodded and he left going downstairs into the living room and sitting on the couch. Soon, she came back and sat next to him.
"I'm sorry. I had nowhere else to go."
"Can you tell me what happened?"
She took a deep breath. "We were sitting in the rec. room when Logan came over the intercom telling us to get out. He ran to us and grabbed Rhane and Jamie lifting them up. I had Bobby and Jubilee by the hands keeping the three of us phased but I lost them in the rush. The mansion... It just blew up."
Kitty had to pause to get control over her emotions before continuing. "I was phased so it didn't hurt me but everyone else..." She stopped taking another deep breath. "I found Logan, it blew him apart. And little Jamie... Scott was still alive. I held him as he took his last breaths."
Lance looked down at the petite girl now wracked with sobs. "How do you know it was Trask?"
"The bastard stood their gloating. They tried to shoot me but I stayed phased so it didn't work. I'm so tired."
"I'm sure you are, Kit-Cat. Did anyone survive?" Kitty shook her head. "Damn."
"I'm sorry I came here... I can't go home. My parents, they disowned me when they found out about everything that happened... and about you... I had no where else to go."
"It's okay, I'm glad you're here."
"I don't know what to do, Lance. I'm so lost." She began sobbing.
Lance drew her into his arms rocking her back and forth. "Shh," he murmured to the sobbing girl in his arms.
Pietro came down the stairs balking when he saw this. "Lance, what in the Hell is she doing here?" he demanded. "Did you forget that she's the enemy?" Lance raised his head to glare at Pietro.
"Not anymore," Lance whispered.
"What? How? Did she quit?"
"They're dead."
Pietro's already pale face completely lost its color. "All of them?" Lance knew who he was really wondering about.
"Even Tabby."
Pietro sat down in shock. "Jesus." The phone began ringing. Pietro got up to answer it. "Hello... yes sir we just heard... there's one survivor... she's here... Kitty Pryde... she's with Lance right now... I don't know, sir, if she wants to, the Brotherhood will take her in... wait... we are...? Thank you, sir... Okay, we'll be there tomorrow morning."
"Magneto?" Lance asked still holding Kitty who had drifted off to sleep in his arms.
"Yep. Guess what? We're Acolytes."
"Yippee."
"Lance..."
"How?"
"He says we've been tested enough. We're in."
"In other words, he ran out of things to test us with," Lance muttered standing and lifting Kitty into his arms. "I present to you the X-Men."
"Poor girl," Pietro said actually meaning it. He may not have liked Kitty but no one deserved what had just happened to her. Hell, he wouldn't have wished that one on Evan. "Do you think she'll come with us?"
Lance considered that for a few seconds before responding. "If she doesn't kill herself? Maybe."
Pietro winced at that thought. "What about her family?"
"Apparently they abandoned her." Lance then started to go up the stairs. "`Night."
"Goodnight."
Lance went into his room lying Kitty on his bed and stretching out beside her. He held her tightly, wondering why this would happen. Weren't the good guys supposed to win? "I'm sorry," he whispered to her. "I am so sorry." He decided at that moment that if he ever saw Trask he would rip him apart.
The next morning
Lance awoke alone. He jumped up and looked around. He walked out and saw that the bathroom door was locked. He ran to Wanda's room knocking. "What?" a very angry hex-witch demanded.
"Wanda, I need you to go into the bathroom," he said.
"And why would I do that?"
"Please Wanda."
She paused looking at him. "What's wrong?"
"Long story. Short version, the X-Men are dead, Kitty isn't and I'm afraid she might hurt herself." Wanda looked shocked at that and went to the door and used her powers to bust the lock.
"You can comfort her. That's not my thing."
"Thanks." He walked into the bathroom hearing sobbing and running water. "Kitty?" She didn't respond. "Kitty I'm going to open the curtain." Still no response. Finally, he pulled open the curtain. She was huddled in the corner sobbing. He grabbed a towel wrapping it around her as he lifted her to her feet. Wanda appeared at the door with some of his clothes.
"She'll be more comfortable in this than anything of mine," Wanda said before making a hasty retreat. Lance gently dried Kitty off since she was still sobbing too hard to even move. She got into the clothes and stepped into his arms clinging to him tightly. Lance himself strongly reminded himself that she was hurting and to not think about the fact that he had just seen the pretty brunette completely naked. Kitty buried her head in his chest for a few seconds before pulling away to look into his eyes, hers shiny with her tears.
"Why am I still alive?" she sobbed. "I should be with them!"
"Shh," he whispered simply.
"I packed you things," Pietro said running into the bathroom. He stopped at the site before him. "Did you ask?" Lance shook his head and Pietro left.
Lance looked down at the girl in his arms. "Kitten, we're part of the Acolytes now. We're moving in with Magneto." Kitty held on to him tighter at the thought of being left alone. "Do you want to come with us?"
"I don't want to be alone."
"Is that a yes?" She nodded. The two walked outside where everyone was already loading their things into the Jeep. "She's coming." No one talked on the way there. Soon they found themselves at the mansion.
"Shadowcat," Magneto said politely. "I'm pleased that you have decided to join us."
"I had nowhere else to go," Kitty said.
"Well, Katherine," Magneto said, "until further notice you will be staying with Lance. I'm sure young Avalanche knows what you're going through if anyone does." Kitty frowned, obviously confused by that. "Now, go unpack and join me downstairs." He assigned their rooms and walked away.
"What did he mean by that?" Kitty asked.
"Want to hear a story, pretty Kitty?" Lance asked. They went into their room and sat down on the bed. "You may not believe this but I was born in a comfortable middle-class neighborhood. I had a little sister and a little brother. Life was good.
"Then my father lost his job and six months later we lost our house. Then he began drinking. He was a violent drunk. He began to beat my mother, then us. I was the oldest so to protect them I took the blame for everything. My powers came in on a really bad night.
"He was totally plastered, he started really beating my mother and Rae, my little sister, tried to stop him. He backslapped her. She hit the wall and didn't move. I saw red. God, Kit, I had never been so angry in my whole life.
"The ground started shaking... I brought the whole damn house down. The only reason that I survived was because I had a... um... bowl on my head." He paused looking into Kitty's eyes. "I killed my family, all of them."
"Lance," she whispered. "I'm so sorry."
"So, I kinda know what you're going through. Only difference is: this is not your fault, kitten." He stood and started to unpack. He then went to Kitty kneeling in front of her. "I want to help you through this, Kit-Cat, if you'll let me."
"In return?"
"All I want is your promise that you won't hurt yourself."
"What?"
"I told you, I've been through this. I know all the thoughts, so you can't hurt yourself."
She saluted him mockingly. "Yes, sir!"
He crossed his arms regarding her seriously. "Promise me."
"Okay, Lance, I, like, promise." He wanted to cheer hearing her use the word 'like' for the first time in two nights.
"Okay, let's go downstairs."