Author's Note- Sorry about the wait. I was just working so hard on my Kete's that I completely forgot about this story. This update is for somekindafreaky.
Shopping and a Discovery
"Do I have to say the words?
Do I have to tell the truth?
Do I have to shout it out?
Do I have to say a prayer?
Must I prove to you how good we are together?
Do I have to say the words?
Rescue me from despair, tell me you'll be there
Help me please - darlin' rescue me
Every dream that we share,
Every cross that we bear
Can't you see? - darlin' rescue me"
-Bryan Adams
"No!" Kitty yelled.
"Please," Remy pleaded.
"I am totally not going to wear that!" Kitty exclaimed. Remy looked at the negligee then back at her.
"Pourquoi? Y' definitely have de body for it. Dose long legs of yours, and y'r... attributes."
"Remy-"
"Quoi? Dis was made for you, chat."
"It was made for a hooker."
He shook his head lightly. "Chére, Remy don' know where y' got dis low self-esteem. You are de most belle femme on dis planet. Remy knows women, so Remy knows."
"But..."
"Remy's buyin' it, petite. Whether y' wear it or not be up ta you." He took the lingerie to the checkout line. The two left the store and found a small restaurant for lunch.
"I just can't see myself wearing something like that," Kitty said sipping on her coke.
"Remy can," Remy smirked.
Kitty shook her head with a small smile. "Of course." He trailed the line of her jaw lightly before kissing her lips chastely. "I love you." His next kiss was definitely not chaste. Kitty leaned into his kiss. She knew how much she loved him but she didn't know how he felt at all.
Home
Kitty got out of Pietro's car with Remy. The speedster immediately ran over to them. "My baby!" he said stroking the hood of his car. "You are going to die, Cajun."
Remy smirked. "Try it, speedy." Kitty heard the rumble of a strangely familiar motorcycle and froze. "What's wrong, petite?"
"It can't be," she whispered. The motorcycle pulled up and the driver stepped off. "Logan!" In a second Kitty was running and launching herself into the man's waiting arms. "God, I thought you were dead. What happened? How'd you find me? Where have you been? Why didn't you find me sooner-?"
Logan smiled fondly at one of the kids he had always looked at as a daughter. "Easy, half-pint, you need to breathe, remember?"
"Monsieur Wolverine," Remy said approaching. Logan took in one breath and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"I'm gonna have a talk with you later," Logan promised Remy coldly. Remy winced.
"Sabretooth and my father are away on a mission," Pietro said. "So, come inside." Logan followed the group into the house.
"So, what exactly happened?" Kitty asked as they sat down inside the living room.
"I lost one of my claws," Logan said. "But that's all the lasting damage that I received. When I finally came to I was in some sort of holding cell. I spent three months there. SHIELD and Fury found me when they had a bust there.
"I searched the remains of the wreckage for some sort of sign. I caught your scent leading away from it. It was faint but it was there. I knew you were alive. A talk with Amanda confirmed it..."
Logan paused for a second. "She's still taking this pretty hard. I spent another month looking for you. Magneto's base is pretty well hidden. And here I am." Kitty once again threw herself into his arms crying openly.
"They're all dead."
"I know, pum'kin."
"I-I was all alone..."
"How'd you end up here?" Logan asked once she had calmed enough to talk again.
"Lance," Kitty said. "I, like, had nowhere to go so he and Pietro were going to let me stay with the Brotherhood. Then the Brotherhood joined up with the Acolytes and I went with them."
Logan looked between Kitty and Remy and made a vague hand motion. "And how'd this happen?"
"I honestly don't know," Kitty admitted. She smiled happily. "I'm so happy to see you."
"How long are bucket head and the furball going to be away?" Logan asked Pietro.
"They'll be back tomorrow evening," Pietro said. "Father wouldn't mind if you were to stay."
"Thanks," Logan nodded.
"I'll go, like, order some pizzas. What do you guys want?" The guys started naming things and Kitty rolled her eyes. "I'll just get the usual. Be right back." Kitty bounced off.
"Let's talk," Logan said his voice deceptively calm.
"D'accord," Remy said.
"I know all about your kind," Logan said calmly. "That girl in there, she loves you."
"And you know this... how?"
"I can see it. Kitty wears her emotions on her sleeve. Same with her heart. I ain't gonna tell you to stay away from her, I am gonna say that if she sheds one tear over you I'll gut you like a fish."
"Y' make a very strong, very vivid point, sir," Remy said. Pietro snickered hearing Remy use the word 'sir.' "Stuff it, speedy," Remy growled. "Remy ain't gonna hurt de femme, mon ami. Dat be de last t'ing Remy wants."
"Okay, I'm gonna trust ya, hurt her, though, and I'll rip you apart."
"Again wit' de vivid imagery... t'anks."
"It's going to take thirty minutes. You okay, Rem?" Kitty asked seeing how pale her boyfriend was.
"Fine, petite chat," Remy smiled. "Y'r pére an' Remy were just talkin'."
"Logan," Kitty said. "Were you threatening him?"
"Maybe, a little," Logan admitted with a shrug.
"It's okay," Kitty promised Remy. "He, like, only means those threats half the time."
"Merci," Remy said slowly.