Pete Wisdom, X-men Evo Style!!!!!!!
Author's Note: I'm feeling up to a challenge, so here it is..... My first Pete Wisdom and Kitty Pryde story, dedicated of course to melissarxy1. No doubt it's going to suck, but it's worth a shot. And yes, since I have no experience in the matter, it's going to be a one-shot.
Sorry if it's going to be lame, I don't really know the personality of Pete, or the accent for that matter.
Sorry for any grammer mistakes, this has been in one of my folders for the longest time, and I'm too lazy to correct it!
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Brief Intro: Kitty has left the institute to actually have a life. Mutant and human wars are over, though the hatred towards mutants not completely vanished. She now is in England, her 2nd year of college, and she is currently single. She is 20 years old, and of course she isn't the same old shy Kitty. She's more outspoken, and a little more keen to rule breaking.
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Tapping her fingers against the steering wheel of her car, college student Kitty Pryde, sighed impatiently. Traffic was at it's worst tonight. Though how she ever got out of her dorm to experience this problem was a miracle.
"One night hassle free, all I'm asking for," she muttered annoyingly under her breath.
Finally after some honks, and a few curses that were in the colorful variety, cars sped.
And to her relief, Kitty arrived at her destination. The music was almost literally bouncing out of the club walls, and a huge line of people trying their best, but failing miserably to get in. She smirked to herself, /this is going to be easy/
Getting out of car, she took a sharp breath, the night air hit her hard. Especially due to the fact that all she was wearing were her clubbing clothes, a dark red halter top and a black skirt that came down to mid thigh, accommodated by black leather boots that came up to just below the knee.
Walking around to the side of the building, she looked around before phasing herself completely through. She smiled brightly to herself, the atmosphere of the place felt so much better than her regular conditions at the library and the classrooms.
"Kat'erine Pryde I presume," a husky voice was heard nearby, "also known as Kitty." Turning, she met the gaze of very piercing blue-gray eyes. She already felt the heat he generated, and it wasn't such a bad feeling.
Even under the dark lighting she knew who he was, her hobby of hacking wasn't a waste, and it didn't surprise her when he knew who she was, especially after her break in.
"Pete Wisdom," she smiled coyly. It was his turn to be taken by surprise. /Just 'ow much does the bird know?/
"I know yer good wit computers, but 'ow in bloody 'ell did you know that?" Pete loudly asked.
Kitty glared at him, "I would just love to sit here and dazzle you of how much I know about you and your job description, but it's not going to work alright. I came here to have fun, and my idea of fun isn't you," Kitty walked away, but turned her head slightly to yell, "No matter how good looking you are."
Pete stood there astounded. Astounded at the girl's knowledge of him, and her attitude. From the reports from Black Air and the reports made by him he had always expected her to be a shy girl, but by the looks of her there was much more to Kitty Pryde than met the eye.
Making his way through the crowd Pete sat down at the bar, ordering a scotch, his eyes scanned the dancing crowd. Clubs weren't usually his scene, bunch of people that tried to dance, but failed horribly at it. But he needed a drink and this was the closest place available.
And for the 2nd time tonight, Kitty had proved his assumptions wrong. / Damn, the bird could move/ Pete already thought she was pretty, well actually he thought she was gorgeous, but it was different when he saw her moving. Her moves were free nothing copied from anything, she was in her own world. Her every move hit the beat of the music playing, yet it wasn't like she was trying.
Pete looked around and noticed that he wasn't the only one sending Kitty appreciative stares. Almost the whole male population was looking her way. Even on the dance floor guys were trying to steal a dance with her, but it was either they couldn't keep up or they were shot done. Pete smirked when he saw that the second thought was more correct.
Finally though she stopped her movements, but not because she was tired. A rare slow song was playing, and since Kitty was pretty much by herself she had no partner. She made her way out of the dance floor.
Though by some force Pete found himself leaving his seat to intercept Kitty. He had absolutely no idea why though, since one of the few things he couldn't do was dance, and deep in his head Pete was thinking that he was going to make a complete fool of himself. But he couldn't go back, because at that moment he was standing right in front of her.
Kitty looked up to once again meet his intense stare. She looked up at him confused.
"I was just wonderin' if you would like t' dance," he mumbled.
Kitty smiled hesitantly, but the look on his face changed her thoughts immediately.
"Sure," she accepted.
She took a step and was instantly taken into his arms as he wrapped them around her small waist. She brought her hands up to hang loosely around her neck.
*~*
The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful
Stop me and steal my breath
And emeralds from mountains thrust towards the sky
Never revealing their depth
*~*
Kitty laughed under her breath, Pete had just stepped on her foot for the 3rd time. / He really doesn't know how to do this.../ And he was constantly looking at his feet. Pressing herself against him, stood on her tip toes, and whispered into his ears.
"Just don't think, concentrate on the music, it's really easy..."
*~*
And Tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above
*~*
Pete felt bolts of electricity run through him, almost literally. Her breath on his neck, and head on his chest felt just right. Her every curve fit his wiry frame. He felt as if she was made for him to hold.
*~*
And I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be loves suicide
And I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life
*~*
His dancing improved / thank goodness/ Kitty told herself. But to be honest with herself, she wasn't really thinking about that. Her mind had pretty much gone blank ever since she had asked him to dance with her. She liked him, she liked him a lot.
And that was a lot to say, since she already knew about his past. Black Air...... the killings.... Dream Nails.... Kitty shuddered at those thoughts. But right now just the feeling being in his arms told her that her earlier presumptions were completely wrong.
*~*
And rain falls angry on the tin roof
As we lie awake in my bed
And you're my survival, you're my living proof
My love is alive and not dead
*~*
/Stop it/ Pete mentally slapped himself. He was thinking too much about the bird. She was way to good for him, and even if he did convince himself that he liked her, why in hell would she like him?
But just as he smelt the sandalwood essence from her hair, he told himself that if any guy ever passed up the opportunity of Kitty Pryde, he was either in delusion and not to mention due for an appointment at the mental institute.
*~*
And I dropped out, I burned up, I fought my way back from the dead
I'm tuned in, I turned on, remembered the thing that you said
*~*
Pete brought up a single hand to come up under her chin to lift it up so his and her eyes locked.
"Wot' brings a X-men t' England?" he asked lightly.
"The yearning for freedom and whole lot of other things," she replied softly.
"Wot' other tings?"
"For one a real life, life without fights, life with things such as new friends, experiences, companionship, and new loves." She smiled at the comparison of it all.
Maybe this was her idea of fun.
*~*
And I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be loves suicide
And I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life
*~*
Kitty looked at her watch, which was resting on Pete's shoulder. It was blinking 1:00 a.m in a dark red light. /Shoot, why me?/
She looked up at him and sent him an apologetic look, "Sorry, but I got to go. You know class and stuff, plus if I stay out any later my roommate will bombard me with questions." She smiled at the thought.
So she gently left Pete's embrace and gave him a quick hug, Pete so caught up in the moment didn't feel her hand slip gently into his coat pocket.
So with a quick peck on the cheek, she left not even hearing Pete's soft goodbye. /Not so fast/ Pete thought to himself. Making his way out of the dance floor, he just caught sight of Kitty's leg phasing out of the club.
"Damn..." He sighed to himself, knowing now that he would never catch up her. / Well Wisdom you lost your chance. /
About to go drown in pools of liquor, Pete reached into his pockets to get some spare change. Though instead of something green, he found a pink slip of paper with some rushed handwriting on it.
Pete smiled.
Thought you'd never see me again.... I'm not that stupid Wisdom. 659-9804... You should know what that is, ask for Kitty Pryde. No one else has the name. Remember you owe me another dance. This time you lead.
Kitty
Pete smile to himself. He found a great girl, and all because he couldn't find a good pub, couldn't dance, and without his knowing his own record. This was certainly his idea of fun.........
*~*
I'll be the greatest fan of your life
*~*
How'd you like it.... Well, I won't think too negatively it was my first Pete Wisdom story. You gotta give me some credit here.
And the same saying over and over, Please (polite here) Review......
Oh yeah I also don't own the song, nor the characters.
Author's Note: I'm feeling up to a challenge, so here it is..... My first Pete Wisdom and Kitty Pryde story, dedicated of course to melissarxy1. No doubt it's going to suck, but it's worth a shot. And yes, since I have no experience in the matter, it's going to be a one-shot.
Sorry if it's going to be lame, I don't really know the personality of Pete, or the accent for that matter.
Sorry for any grammer mistakes, this has been in one of my folders for the longest time, and I'm too lazy to correct it!
^*^
Brief Intro: Kitty has left the institute to actually have a life. Mutant and human wars are over, though the hatred towards mutants not completely vanished. She now is in England, her 2nd year of college, and she is currently single. She is 20 years old, and of course she isn't the same old shy Kitty. She's more outspoken, and a little more keen to rule breaking.
^*^
Tapping her fingers against the steering wheel of her car, college student Kitty Pryde, sighed impatiently. Traffic was at it's worst tonight. Though how she ever got out of her dorm to experience this problem was a miracle.
"One night hassle free, all I'm asking for," she muttered annoyingly under her breath.
Finally after some honks, and a few curses that were in the colorful variety, cars sped.
And to her relief, Kitty arrived at her destination. The music was almost literally bouncing out of the club walls, and a huge line of people trying their best, but failing miserably to get in. She smirked to herself, /this is going to be easy/
Getting out of car, she took a sharp breath, the night air hit her hard. Especially due to the fact that all she was wearing were her clubbing clothes, a dark red halter top and a black skirt that came down to mid thigh, accommodated by black leather boots that came up to just below the knee.
Walking around to the side of the building, she looked around before phasing herself completely through. She smiled brightly to herself, the atmosphere of the place felt so much better than her regular conditions at the library and the classrooms.
"Kat'erine Pryde I presume," a husky voice was heard nearby, "also known as Kitty." Turning, she met the gaze of very piercing blue-gray eyes. She already felt the heat he generated, and it wasn't such a bad feeling.
Even under the dark lighting she knew who he was, her hobby of hacking wasn't a waste, and it didn't surprise her when he knew who she was, especially after her break in.
"Pete Wisdom," she smiled coyly. It was his turn to be taken by surprise. /Just 'ow much does the bird know?/
"I know yer good wit computers, but 'ow in bloody 'ell did you know that?" Pete loudly asked.
Kitty glared at him, "I would just love to sit here and dazzle you of how much I know about you and your job description, but it's not going to work alright. I came here to have fun, and my idea of fun isn't you," Kitty walked away, but turned her head slightly to yell, "No matter how good looking you are."
Pete stood there astounded. Astounded at the girl's knowledge of him, and her attitude. From the reports from Black Air and the reports made by him he had always expected her to be a shy girl, but by the looks of her there was much more to Kitty Pryde than met the eye.
Making his way through the crowd Pete sat down at the bar, ordering a scotch, his eyes scanned the dancing crowd. Clubs weren't usually his scene, bunch of people that tried to dance, but failed horribly at it. But he needed a drink and this was the closest place available.
And for the 2nd time tonight, Kitty had proved his assumptions wrong. / Damn, the bird could move/ Pete already thought she was pretty, well actually he thought she was gorgeous, but it was different when he saw her moving. Her moves were free nothing copied from anything, she was in her own world. Her every move hit the beat of the music playing, yet it wasn't like she was trying.
Pete looked around and noticed that he wasn't the only one sending Kitty appreciative stares. Almost the whole male population was looking her way. Even on the dance floor guys were trying to steal a dance with her, but it was either they couldn't keep up or they were shot done. Pete smirked when he saw that the second thought was more correct.
Finally though she stopped her movements, but not because she was tired. A rare slow song was playing, and since Kitty was pretty much by herself she had no partner. She made her way out of the dance floor.
Though by some force Pete found himself leaving his seat to intercept Kitty. He had absolutely no idea why though, since one of the few things he couldn't do was dance, and deep in his head Pete was thinking that he was going to make a complete fool of himself. But he couldn't go back, because at that moment he was standing right in front of her.
Kitty looked up to once again meet his intense stare. She looked up at him confused.
"I was just wonderin' if you would like t' dance," he mumbled.
Kitty smiled hesitantly, but the look on his face changed her thoughts immediately.
"Sure," she accepted.
She took a step and was instantly taken into his arms as he wrapped them around her small waist. She brought her hands up to hang loosely around her neck.
*~*
The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful
Stop me and steal my breath
And emeralds from mountains thrust towards the sky
Never revealing their depth
*~*
Kitty laughed under her breath, Pete had just stepped on her foot for the 3rd time. / He really doesn't know how to do this.../ And he was constantly looking at his feet. Pressing herself against him, stood on her tip toes, and whispered into his ears.
"Just don't think, concentrate on the music, it's really easy..."
*~*
And Tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above
*~*
Pete felt bolts of electricity run through him, almost literally. Her breath on his neck, and head on his chest felt just right. Her every curve fit his wiry frame. He felt as if she was made for him to hold.
*~*
And I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be loves suicide
And I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life
*~*
His dancing improved / thank goodness/ Kitty told herself. But to be honest with herself, she wasn't really thinking about that. Her mind had pretty much gone blank ever since she had asked him to dance with her. She liked him, she liked him a lot.
And that was a lot to say, since she already knew about his past. Black Air...... the killings.... Dream Nails.... Kitty shuddered at those thoughts. But right now just the feeling being in his arms told her that her earlier presumptions were completely wrong.
*~*
And rain falls angry on the tin roof
As we lie awake in my bed
And you're my survival, you're my living proof
My love is alive and not dead
*~*
/Stop it/ Pete mentally slapped himself. He was thinking too much about the bird. She was way to good for him, and even if he did convince himself that he liked her, why in hell would she like him?
But just as he smelt the sandalwood essence from her hair, he told himself that if any guy ever passed up the opportunity of Kitty Pryde, he was either in delusion and not to mention due for an appointment at the mental institute.
*~*
And I dropped out, I burned up, I fought my way back from the dead
I'm tuned in, I turned on, remembered the thing that you said
*~*
Pete brought up a single hand to come up under her chin to lift it up so his and her eyes locked.
"Wot' brings a X-men t' England?" he asked lightly.
"The yearning for freedom and whole lot of other things," she replied softly.
"Wot' other tings?"
"For one a real life, life without fights, life with things such as new friends, experiences, companionship, and new loves." She smiled at the comparison of it all.
Maybe this was her idea of fun.
*~*
And I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be loves suicide
And I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life
*~*
Kitty looked at her watch, which was resting on Pete's shoulder. It was blinking 1:00 a.m in a dark red light. /Shoot, why me?/
She looked up at him and sent him an apologetic look, "Sorry, but I got to go. You know class and stuff, plus if I stay out any later my roommate will bombard me with questions." She smiled at the thought.
So she gently left Pete's embrace and gave him a quick hug, Pete so caught up in the moment didn't feel her hand slip gently into his coat pocket.
So with a quick peck on the cheek, she left not even hearing Pete's soft goodbye. /Not so fast/ Pete thought to himself. Making his way out of the dance floor, he just caught sight of Kitty's leg phasing out of the club.
"Damn..." He sighed to himself, knowing now that he would never catch up her. / Well Wisdom you lost your chance. /
About to go drown in pools of liquor, Pete reached into his pockets to get some spare change. Though instead of something green, he found a pink slip of paper with some rushed handwriting on it.
Pete smiled.
Thought you'd never see me again.... I'm not that stupid Wisdom. 659-9804... You should know what that is, ask for Kitty Pryde. No one else has the name. Remember you owe me another dance. This time you lead.
Kitty
Pete smile to himself. He found a great girl, and all because he couldn't find a good pub, couldn't dance, and without his knowing his own record. This was certainly his idea of fun.........
*~*
I'll be the greatest fan of your life
*~*
How'd you like it.... Well, I won't think too negatively it was my first Pete Wisdom story. You gotta give me some credit here.
And the same saying over and over, Please (polite here) Review......
Oh yeah I also don't own the song, nor the characters.