Author's Note- This story was inspired when I was driving home listening to
the Barenaked Ladies. The song that inspired it was "Thanks That Was Fun."
I couldn't think of any way of doing it as a Kete, besides, the story just
screamed out to be a different pairing. Don't worry, this doesn't mean I'm
going to stop writing Ketes, I'm not, I just needed to experiment.
Second Note- The Lance that I portray here is inspired partially by the way somekindafreaky portrays him. I don't know how this happened. I like Lance. Lancitty is my fourth favorite pairing, I've written several Lancitty's, one of them is what got me suspended from FFN for a while. This chapter just sort of happened. I apologize ahead of time to any Lance fans.
Third Note- Kitty in this part doesn't use any 'like's' or 'totally's' I have a reason, I think that if she were truly upset that she wouldn't talk like that.
Enjoy.
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I'm Learning
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It's amazing
How you make your face just like a wall
How you take your heart and turn it off
How I turn my head and lose it all
-Matchbox Twenty
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Kitty slammed the door as she walked into the mansion. Logan looked up from where he was eating an apple her white over shirt clung to her red tank top as the tank top molded to her skin from the rain. "Why didn't ya phase in like ya always do?" Logan asked.
"If I'm phasing I can't slam the door," Kitty growled.
"Rough night?"
"Logan, Lance and I broke up."
Logan raised an eyebrow searching for the right words. "I'm... sorry?"
"Logan we were just hanging out and he..."
Logan suddenly got a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. "What happened, kid?"
"He... he wanted to..."
Logan's claws were itching to come out but he knew that the girl in front of him needed him more than he needed to kill Alvers. "C'mon, Half-Pint, we'll talk about it." She followed him into the kitchen where they sat down and he got her some chocolate ice cream. "Ya look like you need it," he shrugged at her inquiring look.
"Thanks. We went to his house and were just watching TV. Fred and Todd were out getting something to eat and Pietro was upstairs." Logan noticed her shirt was miss buttoned and that one of said buttons was missing. "We, um, started kissing, then... things started getting carried away. I asked him to stop..."
"And?"
"He didn't." Logan's eyes were drawn to her neck, which was slightly bruised. "He grabbed me and pinned me to the couch. He... he started touching me and undid my shirt." Tears filled the Valley Girl's eyes.
"Come here, darlin'," Logan murmured. Kitty went to him and sank, sobbing, into his arms thinking about how the man who said that he loved her had treated her.
When she had calmed enough she continued. "I asked him to stop then I started struggling, that's when he did this," she gingerly touched her neck. "I was so scared and shocked that I didn't even think to phase." She looked down ashamed. "He said that I wanted it but I didn't..."
"I know, pum'kin," Logan murmured using the nickname he used on only her hoping to calm her.
"I kneed him in the groin and he slapped me... It- it wasn't hard but... he never hit me before, Logan. Pietro came in and pulled Lance off and I ran behind him," Kitty continued. Logan could see by the slight bruising on her cheek that she was lying about that 'not that hard' comment. "They started fighting and Lance stormed out telling me that if I wanted Pietro so much I could have him..."
Flashback
Kitty stared up at Pietro her eyes wide as Lance stormed out. "You-okay- Kitty-Cat?" he asked gently.
"He... he was going to..." Kitty trailed off tears filling her big blue eyes.
"I know, sweetheart," Pietro said softly. Kitty looked at him surprised that the cold, cocky speedster had called her that.
"I have to, like, go home."
"Do you want a ride?"
"I want to walk," Kitty whispered. "Thanks, for stopping him."
"Hell, Kitty, I may not like you all that much but I wouldn't let him, or anyone do that to you."
"I know, but still, thanks." She buttoned her shirt hurriedly. About halfway home it started to rain. Kitty stopped walking turning her head to the sky so the ran fell over her face, she sighed and started walking again. She heard a motorcycle approach. It pulled up beside her.
"Chat?" a male voice inquired.
Kitty looked up and gasped softly. "Gambit."
He smiled down at her. "Ah, now dat be de reaction Remy likes ta receive. Want a ride home, petite?"
"I can walk, thank you."
"Kitty, it's raining."
"How do you even know my name?"
"We have your file, ma petite." He made the bike rumble louder and looked at her expectantly. "So, y' want a ride?"
"Thanks but the prof taught us better than to accept rides from strangers."
"Je suis desolé, ma chérie, Je m'appelle, Remy LeBeau."
"Kitty Pryde, but you already know that. Now, if you don't mind..."
"Mais Remy does mind, you're walkin' what Remy judges as two miles in de rain. Let Remy take y' home."
Kitty almost growled. "Fine!" He smiled as she got on behind him
Present day
"You took a ride home with an Acolyte?" Logan asked slowly. Normally he would have berated her about that but he figured that that could wait
"Yes," Kitty nodded. "The ride over is what made me go from really sad to really angry."
"So, that's what happened?"
"Yeah."
"Okay," Logan hugged the girl one more time before standing up. "Now, I have to go out."
"No!" Kitty yelled.
Logan raised one eyebrow at her. "What?"
"Mr. Logan, you can't hurt him."
"I just said I'm going out."
"I know you, 'going out' always translates to 'you don't want to know what I'm going to be doing.'"
"Maybe, but, Kitty, I ain't gonna let him get away with this."
"Please, Logan, I need you right now."
Logan growled again but sat down letting Kitty cry on his shoulder. "Okay, darlin', you win. I'll let the bastard live. But let me promise you, if I see him so much as look at you the wrong way again I will tear him into small easy to swallow pieces and feed him to a cat."
"Ewwe," Kitty said wrinkling her nose up at that image. "I'm never doing this again."
"Doing what again?"
"Loving someone. It hurts."
Hearing the girl who had always been a romantic saying that made Logan once again want to tear Alvers apart. "Pum'kin, ya can't judge all men by one. Look at... I can't believe I'm gonna say this, but Pietro, you two hate each other and he still helped you, and that Cajun."
"I don't care, Mr. Logan. I never want to feel this way again."
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Author's Note- I'm going to take votes on the pairing.
Kimy
Kietro
Kyro
Place your votes now! R&R please.
Second Note- The Lance that I portray here is inspired partially by the way somekindafreaky portrays him. I don't know how this happened. I like Lance. Lancitty is my fourth favorite pairing, I've written several Lancitty's, one of them is what got me suspended from FFN for a while. This chapter just sort of happened. I apologize ahead of time to any Lance fans.
Third Note- Kitty in this part doesn't use any 'like's' or 'totally's' I have a reason, I think that if she were truly upset that she wouldn't talk like that.
Enjoy.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I'm Learning
~*~
It's amazing
How you make your face just like a wall
How you take your heart and turn it off
How I turn my head and lose it all
-Matchbox Twenty
~*~
Kitty slammed the door as she walked into the mansion. Logan looked up from where he was eating an apple her white over shirt clung to her red tank top as the tank top molded to her skin from the rain. "Why didn't ya phase in like ya always do?" Logan asked.
"If I'm phasing I can't slam the door," Kitty growled.
"Rough night?"
"Logan, Lance and I broke up."
Logan raised an eyebrow searching for the right words. "I'm... sorry?"
"Logan we were just hanging out and he..."
Logan suddenly got a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. "What happened, kid?"
"He... he wanted to..."
Logan's claws were itching to come out but he knew that the girl in front of him needed him more than he needed to kill Alvers. "C'mon, Half-Pint, we'll talk about it." She followed him into the kitchen where they sat down and he got her some chocolate ice cream. "Ya look like you need it," he shrugged at her inquiring look.
"Thanks. We went to his house and were just watching TV. Fred and Todd were out getting something to eat and Pietro was upstairs." Logan noticed her shirt was miss buttoned and that one of said buttons was missing. "We, um, started kissing, then... things started getting carried away. I asked him to stop..."
"And?"
"He didn't." Logan's eyes were drawn to her neck, which was slightly bruised. "He grabbed me and pinned me to the couch. He... he started touching me and undid my shirt." Tears filled the Valley Girl's eyes.
"Come here, darlin'," Logan murmured. Kitty went to him and sank, sobbing, into his arms thinking about how the man who said that he loved her had treated her.
When she had calmed enough she continued. "I asked him to stop then I started struggling, that's when he did this," she gingerly touched her neck. "I was so scared and shocked that I didn't even think to phase." She looked down ashamed. "He said that I wanted it but I didn't..."
"I know, pum'kin," Logan murmured using the nickname he used on only her hoping to calm her.
"I kneed him in the groin and he slapped me... It- it wasn't hard but... he never hit me before, Logan. Pietro came in and pulled Lance off and I ran behind him," Kitty continued. Logan could see by the slight bruising on her cheek that she was lying about that 'not that hard' comment. "They started fighting and Lance stormed out telling me that if I wanted Pietro so much I could have him..."
Flashback
Kitty stared up at Pietro her eyes wide as Lance stormed out. "You-okay- Kitty-Cat?" he asked gently.
"He... he was going to..." Kitty trailed off tears filling her big blue eyes.
"I know, sweetheart," Pietro said softly. Kitty looked at him surprised that the cold, cocky speedster had called her that.
"I have to, like, go home."
"Do you want a ride?"
"I want to walk," Kitty whispered. "Thanks, for stopping him."
"Hell, Kitty, I may not like you all that much but I wouldn't let him, or anyone do that to you."
"I know, but still, thanks." She buttoned her shirt hurriedly. About halfway home it started to rain. Kitty stopped walking turning her head to the sky so the ran fell over her face, she sighed and started walking again. She heard a motorcycle approach. It pulled up beside her.
"Chat?" a male voice inquired.
Kitty looked up and gasped softly. "Gambit."
He smiled down at her. "Ah, now dat be de reaction Remy likes ta receive. Want a ride home, petite?"
"I can walk, thank you."
"Kitty, it's raining."
"How do you even know my name?"
"We have your file, ma petite." He made the bike rumble louder and looked at her expectantly. "So, y' want a ride?"
"Thanks but the prof taught us better than to accept rides from strangers."
"Je suis desolé, ma chérie, Je m'appelle, Remy LeBeau."
"Kitty Pryde, but you already know that. Now, if you don't mind..."
"Mais Remy does mind, you're walkin' what Remy judges as two miles in de rain. Let Remy take y' home."
Kitty almost growled. "Fine!" He smiled as she got on behind him
Present day
"You took a ride home with an Acolyte?" Logan asked slowly. Normally he would have berated her about that but he figured that that could wait
"Yes," Kitty nodded. "The ride over is what made me go from really sad to really angry."
"So, that's what happened?"
"Yeah."
"Okay," Logan hugged the girl one more time before standing up. "Now, I have to go out."
"No!" Kitty yelled.
Logan raised one eyebrow at her. "What?"
"Mr. Logan, you can't hurt him."
"I just said I'm going out."
"I know you, 'going out' always translates to 'you don't want to know what I'm going to be doing.'"
"Maybe, but, Kitty, I ain't gonna let him get away with this."
"Please, Logan, I need you right now."
Logan growled again but sat down letting Kitty cry on his shoulder. "Okay, darlin', you win. I'll let the bastard live. But let me promise you, if I see him so much as look at you the wrong way again I will tear him into small easy to swallow pieces and feed him to a cat."
"Ewwe," Kitty said wrinkling her nose up at that image. "I'm never doing this again."
"Doing what again?"
"Loving someone. It hurts."
Hearing the girl who had always been a romantic saying that made Logan once again want to tear Alvers apart. "Pum'kin, ya can't judge all men by one. Look at... I can't believe I'm gonna say this, but Pietro, you two hate each other and he still helped you, and that Cajun."
"I don't care, Mr. Logan. I never want to feel this way again."
~*~
Author's Note- I'm going to take votes on the pairing.
Kimy
Kietro
Kyro
Place your votes now! R&R please.