The following does not reflect the views or opinions of Marvel or the author known as 'Kinetically Charmed'.

Entry number one:

It's been 84 years.

Okay, that's a lie. 6 years. It's been 6 years.

And now I feel like I've made it all anticlimactic, because 6 years sounds super pathetic in light of 84 years.

Whatever, it's been 6 years since I left for England. I swear I can't even believe it myself.

I'll do a quick summary of what happened. Obviously I went for my internship, which you know, and absolutely fell in love. With the whole damn country. I mean, I've never been "into" history, but when you're literally walking down the very same cobble stone streets that Jack the Ripper stalked his victims on, it's hard to resist.

Also, that was probably a pretty poor example I used just then, and I likely sound like a psychopath now, but I'm totally used to it.

My point remains the same; it was just so much. It was all just so much. And I felt like 90 days just wasn't enough. I wanted more. I wanted more than this provincial life. I was Belle, guys. I went full on Belle. Minus the castle and the talking plates, but you get the idea.

And then out of nowhere MI:13 offered me a job. They wooed me. They wooed the socks of me. Apparently I was quite the asset with my prior X-men experience, my computer capabilities, and my mutant "skills", so they waved a wad of cash under my nose like Scrooge McDuck, and won me over.

I'm a big fan of money.

I like it. I use it. I have a little. I keep it in a jar on top of my refrigerator.

That was from The Wedding Singer, but it stands true here as well.

I enrolled in training, and finished up my degree part time, online. Which ended up being a massive waste of money, and is to this day, a point of contention with my mother. So try not to bring that up, kay?

So, after my training was complete, I started working for MI:13. Which is way less sexy than you think. It's totally not like James Bond, and there's a lot of paperwork. Like, never ending paperwork. Like if you even look at your gun, you need to file the appropriate paperwork.

And that's where I'm at now. I'm Sandra Bullock in Miss Congeniality amidst a sea of paperwork, and way less ball gowns. Now, don't get me wrong, I love my job. I'm good at my job. But I thought it was high time I took a bit of an extended vacation.

I mean... my therapist thought it was high time I took a bit of an extended vacation, and my employer didn't disagree. Which is to say I'm on a very minor stress leave. It's totally not nearly as awful as it sounds, I didn't have a mental breakdown or anything. I didn't go postal and start waving my gun around the break room, although it wouldn't be the first time that had ever happened. It was mostly just that I've been working there for nearly 6 years now, and I haven't had a real, decent vacation in that entire time. I haven't even been back to America in 4 years. So that's exactly what I decided to do. Come back. I had the perfect motivation too. What better way to de-stress than to help plan a wedding?

Oh, I've got your attention now, don't I?

I mean, we all know how awesome I am at planning things. My planning resume is incredibly extensive. But this time it's personal. This time, I'm the maid of honour, ya'll.

That's right.

The two dumbasses are making it legal.

Trust me, I was just as shocked as you are when Rogue called me and casually let it slip into our conversation, as if she hadn't just blown my effing mind. However, these two do not like to wait, and so their New Year's engagement has resulted in a date set for the middle of March. I don't even know why they picked that date. They both hate the winter, and all things winter related, I think they just wanted to get it over with. Plus, there's a possibility that they have literally no idea what they're doing. I'm not going to rule that one out. Anyway, their impending nuptials were the perfect motivation to take my therapists advice, for once, and go on that damn vacation.

Also he gave me some herbal anti-anxiety pills, which are supposed to help too. It was part of the deal.

Before I jump into catching you up on my last few days, I feel like I need to catch you up to speed on what everyone has been doing over the past six years, so I'll give you the cliffs notes version.

Jubilee is attending culinary school. Apparently after a few years of floundering post high school, she realized that she liked to cook. I like to imagine that she came to this realization after watching Friends and deciding she wanted to be like Monica, but I'm doubtful that that's actually what happened. Like 98% sure. Anyway, it was a surprising move, but good for her. And apparently good for Remy too, because she's been force feeding him all of her creations for the past few years, and we all know how much he enjoys mooching food off of people.

Amara got married, and moved to Idaho. I don't know what is in Idaho, I guess her husband? That seems like a good enough reason to move, I suppose. Tabby and Ray... oh man. They eloped in Atlantic City last year. I don't really know if this was the result of some massive prank gone wrong, or what, but they seem to be sticking with it, so what do I know? The crazy thing is, that's not even the most insane newest development.

Jamie is apparently a genius? I guess all of the crazy stupid things that kid said was just his immense brain bubbling over with untapped potential, because he's a member of MENSA now and he teaches Physics at Berkeley. I don't know, to me he'll always be the kid who thought "gunpoint" was a place that people went, and subsequently kept getting robbed. Like, "they were held at gunpoint", and he legitimately wondered why people kept going there.

You can't make this shit up.

Alex has a girlfriend. Like a real, breathing, legitimate female girlfriend. And apparently she's not a complete moron, although one could argue that she might be a little bit of one if she's willingly dating Alex Summers. I'm just mostly shocked that he's grasped the concept of monogamy. And commitment. Time will tell.

Kurt and Piotr teach at the new school expansion of Xavier's Institute, among some other new faces who have since moved in, which I don't care about enough to mention right now. I mean, this isn't incredibly surprising, Kurt and Pete are clearly the most responsible of the group, if you ignore that whole "Dark Pete mocha phase". Which I try to. Every day. And not taking Scott into account either, because he definitely holds the responsibility crown. He's Miss Responsibility.

Jean and Scott are expecting again. Yup, Jean's vow to never procreate again after her last pregnancy experience only lasted like 5 years, I guess that's how long it takes to forget extreme trauma. She's about 5 1/2 months along, and it must be true what they say about each pregnancy being different, because this one is a complete 180. She looks adorable. Like, she looks like a goddamn model, with this tiny little precious baby bump. They don't know what they're having, but I suspect it's a boy, because she looks the opposite of what she did last time. That seems like sound logic to me. #science.

Illyana is currently working as a flight attendant, because she's so warm and friendly and personable. I couldn't even type that out with a straight face. Last I heard, she was dating someone she met in business class, and they hook up every time he's staying in New York. It sounds super sketchy to me too, guys. Also, he's 45.

And lastly, Bobby. He grew a beard. I hear he thought about getting a cat a few months ago too, but thought better of it when he realized he had to clean out the litter box.

So that about brings you up to speed with everyone, and now we can get back to me, because I'm clearly the most importantly. Duh.

Since this whole trip came together so last minute, I decided to leave it a surprise. Which I knew Rogue would hate. Because she hates surprises, and all things good and decent. But guess what Rogue, life is full of surprises, so get used to it. Plus, this is clearly one of the good surprises.

I had the taxi drop me off at the gate and got buzzed in no problem, which is concerning really, because again, they weren't expecting me. And also, I told them I was a stripper-gram. I dragged my big rolling suitcase all the way up the freshly plowed driveway, trying my best to push back pang of nostalgia that washed over me at the sight of this stupid building. By the time I made it halfway down the driveway I was seriously beginning to regret sending the taxi away for the sake of the stripper-gram joke, and I was realizing that I'd forgotten just how effing cold Bayville was. By the time I made up to the door, after hauling my far-bigger-than-I-realized-suitcase up the stone steps, my hands were frozen solid. Like, I mean, those bitches were numb. I managed to knock my fist against the door a few times as I shivered violently in my coat, which was apparently doing absolutely nothing.

Finally the door swung open. And Logan frowned.

"Damn, I asked for a redhead..."

"Gross." I replied with a smile, before he helped me inside, and then wrapped me in a nice warm hug.

"What are you doin' here? The... thing ain't for months."

I pulled back from his hug and quirked an eyebrow as I unzipped my useless ass coat, "The thing?"

He rolled his eyes, "The wedding thing." He said the word with a wince and an eye roll, which was incredibly amusing to me. Seriously, it was like he'd said the word tampon.

"Yes well, I've come to assist with the wedding thing." I smiled, "It's been too long since I visited."

"Kitty!" Kurt called out from the top of the stairs before suddenly appearing in a plume of ass-smelling smoke right in front of me, "What are you doing here?! Is everything alright?! It's so good to see you!" He said all at once, before wrapping his fuzzy blue arms around me and pulling me in for a hug.

"Everything is fine-"

"You know the wedding is not until March, right?" He asked, pulling back to give me that look of concern, that perhaps I'd gotten my dates mixed up.

"Yeah. I know." I know how to read a calendar, guys. "Just, thought I could use some time off to unwind."

Kurt took my coat and his grin widened, "It is so good to see you-"

"Where's the stripper?" Bobby asked as he hurried down the stairs, breathing heavily as if he'd legitimately run to see this stripper, as if stripper-grams were even a real thing. His eyes fell on me and he visibly deflated a little bit. Not everyone thinks it's so good to see me.

"Nice beard." I nodded pointedly to the bushel of hair growing off his face, "Finally came in for you, did it?"

He gave me a half smile and rubbed his hand through his facial hair, "Bitches love beards."

"I'll try to keep my hands off of you." I smirked and Bobby gave me a frown.

"Don't mock the power of the beard."

Logan snorted in amusement and instructed Bobby and Kurt to take my things to the guest room. I wanted to tell them they didn't need to worry about doing that for me, but I was pretty tired, and didn't really want to do it myself, so I let them. This is part of my de-stressing system. Taking help when it's offered.

"It's so quiet, where is everyone?" I asked once Kurt and Bobby were gone, rubbing my hands together furiously in a vain attempt to regain the feeling in my fingers, "I expected more... kids. This place is a school, right? Also, your security is shit."

The corner of Logan's mouth quirked up and he rolled his eyes, "The security ain't shit, we have this new AI technology, facial recognition. Got it from a buddy of mine."

"You have friends?"

"And it's quiet because it's 11:00 on a school day." He continued, ignoring my little jab at his social life. "People are either workin' or learning."

"Right." I nodded, realizing that I hadn't taken the time or day into account. It's so weird to think of people actually working around here. "And where are we going?"

"Rec room. Got a fire on, figured you'd wanna warm up." He said with a shrug, as if it should have been obvious to me.

"Why do you have a fire on if everyone's working?"

"Because some of us are (vulgar word for kitten)s and can't handle a little bit of cold weather." He replied loudly, which was obviously not for my benefit, and when we stepped into the rec room, I grinned at the sight of Remy furiously trying to warm his hands by the fireplace, and Rogue casually lounging on the couch behind him as she idly flipped through a magazine that I know she had zero interest in.

"Don't give me that shit, it's f***ing cold outside. I f***ing hate snow. Can't we just get Stormy to shoot a gust of wind down the driveway to clear it off?" He grumbled, shooting a glance towards Logan from over his shoulder. When his eyes settled on me, I saw no surprise there. Just a quick once over and a snort.

"She's here."

"Have fun." Logan grinned at Remy's icy reception before turning around and disappearing down the hall.

Rogue dropped her magazine and sat up, giving me a little half smile, "Hey! How was your flight?"

My shoulder slumped and I sighed, "You're not surprised at all! How did you know I was coming?!"

She tossed the the magazine onto the coffee table and gave me a shrug, "Doug called about an hour ago to see if you were here yet."

Dammit Douglas! I told you I would call when I got here! I'm cutting you out of my will.

"Besides, you know I hate surprises, Kitty."

"Well duh, that was the point." I mean really, if I can't pester her in some way, what's the point of living?

"What are you doing here anyway the wedding's weeks away." Remy said, without even bothering to turn and look at me when he spoke.

"I'm on vacation." I replied with an eye roll, because again guys, I can read an effing calendar, okay?

"Shit. Fire your travel agent, petite." He snorted, giving his head a little shake. "Who the f*** plans on traveling to the centre of the arctic circle in January?"

"I'm here to help plan your wedding. So, you're welcome."

He scoffed and looked back at me, "We don't need your help-"

"You shut your whore mouth, Gambit." Rogue cut him off, giving me a wide eyed look of hope, "Is that true? Are you really here to help?!"

"Of course I am! For the next two months, I am at your disposal. Your wish is my command." I grinned as I crossed the room to flop down next to Rogue on the couch with a little extra flourish, "I will be the best maid of honour who ever... maided."

"Oh thank God." She let out a deep breath, "Because I have absolutely no idea what I'm doin'."

"I figured."

Remy scoffed, "It's not that hard. It's a party. Tabby and Ray figured it out, I'm pretty sure we can figure it out too."

I rolled my eyes, "That's totally not the same, they eloped. There was no planning involved there."

Like, zero planning, and a shit load of tequila, I'm assuming.

Rogue snorted, leaning back into the couch, "So how the hell did you manage to swing a two month vacation, I thought you were indispensable?"

"I had a lot of vacation time saved up." I lied with a wave of my hand, because I seriously didn't want everyone making a big deal out of nothing. "Anyway, it doesn't matter, because I came to help plan your wedding. And by help, I mean do it all, obviously."

"Obviously."

"You can't just assume that you're going to waltz in here and take over the entire thing." Remy turned to narrow his eyes at me, "Maybe I already made plans, hmm? We booked the... place. The hall place. An' we set the date. We don't need you."

"Seriously? With the hostility?" I frowned at him, "What gives?"

"You don't visit, you hurt his feelings." Rogue bit down on her lip to suppress her smile when Remy shot her an icy glare.

"Alright, you're annoyed that I haven't been back to visit in a while. I'm sorry. Okay?" I sighed with an eye roll, which caused Rogue to bite down on her lip even harder, "But I'm here now."

"Yeah, and now that you're back, you better not be coming at me with all your drama, because I've got enough of my precious time being wasted on Jubilee and Alex's crap. Not to mention Dazzler."

"...huh?" Seriously, what the hell is a dazzler?

"Oh, he's been trying to find a replacement for you." Rogue supplied with a smile directed at the back of Remy's head, "Apparently he feels like he needs an annoying little sidekick, so he's been sort of floating around looking for Kitty 2.0."

I am totally not the sidekick and I'm definitely not annoying. And hello, I am absolutely not replaceable. I'm irreplaceable. I'm Beyoncé.

"I don't need anything." Remy dropped his hands and turned around to frown at Rogue, "I can't help it if all these desperate girls-" he sighed and shook his head, obviously remembering Alex, "-people, keep latching onto me."

I rolled my eyes over to Rogue and deadpanned, "Yeah, you just exude so much testosterone that we can't resist."

Rogue snorted out a laugh and Remy worked the muscles in his jaw with an irritated frown. "I did not miss this, at all."

"Liar." I grinned, and he clenched his jaw some more before grumbling about needing to finish clearing the snow from the walkways out front.

"That was so much fun." Rogue smiled at me. "Don't take it personally; you're just triggering some of his abandonment issues."

"Alright, I need to see the ring." I held my hand out, trying to change the subject from Remy's less than stellar welcoming, waiting for her to show off the rock.

Most women would be so excited for this, but Rogue just made a face and begrudgingly obliged. "I don't get what the fuss is all about."

"It's a girl thing, you wouldn't understand." I explained as I inspected her ring. It was just a simple platinum 1 karat solitaire diamond ring, but it was beautiful, and it was perfect for Rogue. Knowing her, she likely didn't even want a diamond, and knowing Remy, he wasn't having any of that. So this seemed like a nice compromise. One diamond, no bells or whistles.

"You never told me how he popped the question. I want to hear all the details. Was he sober this time? Were you?"

"Yes." She rolled her eyes at my question, even though I was totally justified in making sure, "It wasn't anything special, really. New Year's morning, we woke up and you know, messed around a bit."

"Of course." I've gotten used to it over the years. Details about Rogue and Remy's sex life no longer shocks me, sadly.

"And then afterwards, we were just kinda talking, and he looked over at me all quiet... and just said, I wanna marry you. He looked so intense, I knew he wasn't f***ing with me. And when he said it... it felt right. I felt like I wanted to marry him too." She shrugged, "So I said okay."

I guess I just expected something more grandiose and romantic from Gambit, like a massive choreographed number in the middle of a busy mall, or something equally as terrible, but this just seemed so fittingly them. Simple, no bullshit, just right down to the point.

I pressed my lips together in a smile and tried my hardest not to awww because I knew Rogue would stop talking to me if I did that, but I'm sure my eyes conveyed the message to her.

"Don't go all gooey on me, it wasn't a big deal. It's literally just a piece of paper, which proves to the government that we're family."

I bit my lip because she was making the awww harder to suppress. These two little orphans found each other, and now they're family.

"He didn't even have a ring, it was spontaneous. We picked this one out on Amazon, together. I have Prime."

Again, fittingly them.

"You look really happy." I managed to say without sounding too emotional, and the corner of Rogue's mouth twitched up and she nodded.

"I am." She shot out a breath and slapped her hands down on her knees with a note of finality, "Alright, enough of this sappy shit. You need to see the new school wing."

When Rogue says new she's using the term very loosely. It's been up and running for 4 years now, with the kids who attend boarding here at the Institute.

I gave her an excited little grin, because I've been dying to see these fancy new classrooms in person since my last visit, when they were just starting the construction process. We made our way through the manor, and Rogue started filling me in on the classes she "teaches", and I'm using that word very liberally, because she's not technically a teacher. She's more or less a glorified sub, who sometimes gets stuck with extra classes. And this is absolutely hilarious to me, because Rogue hates kids. We walked down the quiet hallway of classrooms and Rogue came to a stop at one of the doors, pushing it open for me to see inside.

It was smaller than the classrooms I remember seeing in school, but it was much more rich and lush looking. There was a large mahogany desk at the front of the class with a dozen smaller desks pointed towards it, and some musical instruments stored neatly in the back. Also, I have no idea if the big desk is mahogany. I'm going based on what Effie Trinket has taught me; mahogany is expensive. I don't know wood, guys.

"This is the music, slash art, slash social studies room." Rogue explained, "I'm doing the social studies class this semester, because the last guy quit."

"Fancy!" I grinned, and she stepped inside the class, moving over to the large desk at the front.

"Yeah, it's okay. I prefer teaching combat in the Danger Room." She shrugged, "I'm definitely not cut out for this real teaching crap."

"Well, in the Danger Room, you can knock someone out when they're not paying attention, and nobody bats an eyelash. Up here, it's probably more discouraged."

"It is frowned upon." She nodded, leaning against the desk and crossing her arms with a smile.

There was a knock on the open door behind me and Warren Worthington III stopped in the doorway, "Hey, Rogue. I'm glad I caught you. I wanted to ask if you could fill in for me on Tuesday."

She sighed and gave her eyes a massive roll, "Fine."

Warren gave her a grateful half smile and then turned his eyes to me, "Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. I'm Warren."

Yep. I know who you are. We've met. Like, at least 5 times now, dude. And every single time, he forgets who I am. I swear.

I shook his hand none-the-less and put on a polite smile, "Kitty."

"Oh!" Recognition suddenly flickered to life behind his eyes and he snapped his fingers, "Wisdom's girlfriend!"

"Ex." Rogue supplied helpfully from behind me, "Ex-girlfriend."

Thanks, bro.

"That's what it says on my driver's license."

Okay so Wisdom and I dated for a while, and then parted ways amicably over a year ago, and we're still friendly. I hesitate to use the word friends, because we also work together, and often times I feel like I could strangle him with my bare hands because of his... methods, but we are definitely on good terms. There's no bad blood there.

But still, okay? Salt in the wound, guys.

I think Warren could pick up on his little faux pas because he at least had the decency to look a little sheepish when he smiled at my slightly sarcastic response, "It's good to see you again."

Yeah sure, you say that every time.

"Alright, what's your stupid lesson plan?" Rogue said, gesturing to the file Warren had tucked under his arm and beckoning him closer, "Kitty, go... entertain yourself. We'll be done in a minute."

I gave her a nod, and slipped past Warren with a polite little wave, before I slowly started down the hallway. I stuffed my hands in my pockets as I sauntered past the shut doors, peeking in through the small doorway windows as I went. I passed Storm's classroom, pausing for a second to watch her teach with an animated wave of her arms which caused the students to giggle amongst themselves, before continuing on to the classroom across the hall.

I peered in through the window, coming to an abrupt stop, absolutely unable to stop the grin that stretched across my face as I leaned against the doorjamb. There he was, writing something on the blackboard with some chalk dust on the side of his slate grey pressed slacks and the sleeves of his navy dress shirt rolled up to his elbows, looking every bit the part of a teacher.

A teacher.

Sometimes I have these moments when I suddenly feel really grown up. Like it just hits me, out of nowhere I realize that I am not a 16 year old anymore, and I'm old. This was one of these times. Seeing Pete, wearing a tie and teaching a class of 14 year old kids. My eyes scanned over the kids in the class as they copied down the notes Piotr wrote on the board as quickly as their little hands could take them, and took note of a few empty chairs just inside the doorway.

I didn't even give it a second thought, I just phased myself right inside that classroom and quietly plunked down in the nearest seat, and nobody even spared me a glance, apparently too engrossed in their note-taking to care.

He was talking about the Revolutionary War, writing something about who the war was between along with some important dates, and I just sat there in the desk, with my chin propped up on my fist and a stupid goofy grin on my face. I just couldn't help it. He was such a natural teacher, it was a side of him that I never had the chance to see, and dammit, I was proud of him!

"I want you all to remember these dates, because they will be on the test, I am giving you fair warning." He said before dropping the chalk back down, dusting his hands off, and plucking a text book up off his desk. With the text flipped open he turned around to grin at the class, "And page 208 has-"

He stopped speaking the moment he noticed me, still sitting there looking completely enraptured in his lesson, pleased as punch with the look of shock on his face. See, Rogue? This is the surprised reaction I was looking for. He blinked a few times, his mouth slightly agape, before finally saying,

"... You're not in England."

I pressed my lips together to suppress the snort laugh bubbling up inside of me, and I suddenly felt all eyes in the room on me.

"Wait, really?!" My eyes widened and I shook my head, "Shit... That means I've been driving on the wrong side of the road all day!"

The kids giggled and whispered and Piotr gave his head a shake, "Um, okay... uh-" He snapped the text book shut and cleared his throat, "Hi."

The class giggled some more, and Pete rubbed the back of his neck, "You caught me off guard."

"That was the idea." I smiled.

He turned to address the class again and gestured towards me, "Everyone, this is Kitty... Pryde. Ms. Pryde?" He knit his brow questioningly at me, as if I was supposed to know what these kids should call me, and then gave his head a quick shake, "She is my... friend."

"Friend?" One little pre-pubescent girl commented with a snicker which caused the surrounding group of girls to join in.

"A former member of the team." Piotr clarified further, giving the girl a pointed look.

"She swore!" Another girl supplied, and he held his hand up with a nod in an attempt to stop from losing complete control of the group.

"I will be sure to introduce Ms. Pryde to the swear jar later." He said with an eye roll, which gained him a few more laughs. "For now, I want you all to turn to Chapter 12 and begin reading."

Then he looked at me and inclined his head towards the door.

"There's a swear jar?" I asked as I stood up and started for the hallway, with him a step behind me.

"Mr. Gambit has trouble censoring himself."

I'm not sure why I was surprised. I shouldn't have been, really.

We stepped out into the hall and I pressed my lips into a frown, "I'm really sorry for disrupting your whole class, I didn't even think, I just saw you and..." I shrugged, flicking my hand towards the door, "I wanted to hear you teaching, and you looked so cute with your little tie..." I trailed off again and reached out to give the tie a playful little tug, "My brain was on a thirty second delay. I'm sorry-"

"Stop it." He interrupted with a smile, "You don't need to apologize. But I am going to have to get $2 for that swear jar."

"Geeze, shit is a $2 word? I'd better learn to control myself or I'm gunna go broke."

"That's the idea." He smiled, before giving me a once over as if he still wasn't entirely sure I was actually standing in front of him. He blinked and gave his head a shake, and then pulled me in for a hug, "I can't believe you did not tell anyone you were coming, what are you doing back? Is everything alright?"

"Everything's fine." I hugged him back for a moment and then pulled away to smile up at him, "I came to help Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumbass plan their wedding."

"That is probably not a bad idea."

I smirked, "I didn't realize you cared so much."

"I don't, but they set the date ridiculously soon, and then I think they assumed that everything would just magically fall into place. Rogue sent out e-mail invitations to everyone on their contact lists and she has no idea how many people are actually going to show up. It could definitely be a disaster."

I was aware of the e-mail invitation chain. Super classy Rogue. I feel like that's going to come back and bite her in the ass later.

"Normally I would be fine with letting them learn their lesson the hard way," Pete continued with a sigh, "But I am the best man, and technically it's a little bit of my responsibility."

"Nu uh, your only responsibility is planning the bachelor party, and making sure Remy is sober for the wedding. That's basically it." I crossed my arms, "I am the maid of honour, and it's my duty to be the co-planner. Plus, I know they've been trying to plan, Rogue keeps sending me pictures of random wedding things, but you know, her taste is questionable at best."

"And you do like to help." He said with a wry little grin, and I gave his arm a swat.

"If I left it up to them, they'd probably get Hooters to cater."

"I can get them to cater the bachelor party, too. They might have a package deal."

I snorted out a very unattractive laugh and shook my head, "I bet you could find a few strippers there too."

He let out a deep belly laugh, "For the last time, they are not strippers! That is their uniform, Katya, they don't take it off."

I crossed my arms and raised a skeptical brow, "Uh huh..."

"We have got to take you to a Hooters."

"As if. I don't need to see naked ladies serving chicken wings."

He shook his head at me with a smirk, "You are impossible."

"Yeah, whatever." I rolled my eyes with a little grin and tossed my hand towards the door, "Shouldn't you be getting back to... molding young minds or what have you?"

His smirk grew and he nodded, "I should. They are not going to mold themselves."

I'm embarrassed to admit that I giggled, but I totally did. Like an idiot.

"We will catch up later." I nodded in return and watched as he twisted the doorknob before looking back at me from over his shoulder with a smile, "Welcome home, Katya."

Welcome home indeed.

A/N- Hey all ya'll! My Kitty free time was short lived, and I now have 10 and a half chapters of this puppy already completed. I've been a busy bee.
Anyway, as promised, it's May, and here is your new and final installment of the blog.
Please don't hate that I time jumped, and please don't hate that Excalibur isn't a thing, because I'm not gunna lie, it confuses the hell out of me. Too much stuff. Also why are they named after a fictional sword? I decided to just leave Kitty with M:13, because I'd like to think that there aren't mutant vigilante groups like... everywhere. I've always felt like the Evo universe is the least complex of all the X-men worlds, so lets keep it simple, hmm?

Anyway, as stated, I have 10 chapters already, so you can expect weekly updates, barring some unforeseen circumstances.

As always, please leave your feedback, because it truly does motivate me, and maybe if you guys motivate me enough I can start posting twice a week. #bribery