Forever Yours: Whether I Like It or Not...

Last two chapters were double the usual length... so that is my excuse for my laziness. I need to invest in a BETA like Whoa, because I had a friend read a chapter and the whole thing was underlined in red... Yep, the grammar monster strikes often.     

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    Kate had woken up, unaware that she had fallen asleep and stared at the ceiling as a means to ground herself. Quickly things rushed at her - thoughts, feelings, memories. It wasn't her bed. The room wasn't hers. She had looked next to her and put her hand on the pillow where Kurt had laid - he wasn't hers, either. But, that wasn't her concern; to whom did she belong? Obviously no one- right? But though Xavier said it was her imposing her thoughts and feelings on Kurt, she couldn't do it without Kurt's DNA pulsing through her. That and Kurt's ability to use his mind against her made it hard, prior to an explanation, to determine who had the slight telepathic ability. It seemed to make her more vulnerable- she felt like she was in a state of constantly having her energy depleted, that there would never be away to focus all of her strength on doing something useful with it. If she was angry, Kurt didn't succumb to mind control and march off a ledge or teleport himself into a wall at her command. No, instead he'd somehow be able to feel her emotions; she'd teleport to him against her will, and between him and his accent - made it hard to feel anything but shy and embarrassed. She couldn't help but feel that she unwillingly was under Kurt's thumb, or whatever you'd want to call it, and that she was a possession. "Great job at objectifying women, Sinister," she groaned and rolled herself out of bed.

         There had been a conversation between them, Sinister and Kate. And it came after denying she had anything of interest and before him pitching his idea to use her as a means of 'acquiring' Kurt; or Nightcrawler as he'd referred to him. The words didn't seem as promising when Sinister spoke them, as they would have been perhaps if they had been a written letter, but he had said that if she'd gone with him, Kurt would come looking. And, that once Kurt was captured, that he'd remove her dependence on him. But he also said he didn't understand why she'd want that. It all sounded like bullshit to her. He seemed like the type to not just let someone go based on his word - a little hard to trust. Especially since her first impression was him leaving her to bleed out against a dumpster.

"Bist du ein Augenschmaus." A voice asked from up above.

She quickly looked up to the ceiling only to find it was Kurt utilizing another one of his incriminatingly demonic abilities. "Arschloch."

He let go of the ceiling and fell onto mattress, "Du haben nicht gelernt, dass von mir."

"Wo sonst hätte ich lernte es von?" she was sure to move herself away from the bed; out of grabbing range.

"Rammstein?" His sense of humor attempted to overturn her sourness.

"Right," she yanked a sheet off the bed that had been partially on the floor and wrapped it around herself. "Well, I guess you aren't a complete shut-in after all." She opened the door and dragged the blankets with her to her room.

She had been fortunate that no one had been out in the hallway- at least she wouldn't have to explain the blanket. She dragged her and her blanket into her room, closed the door, and turned around only to find two light fixtures that didn't belong in the room- Kurt's glowing eyes.

"Jesus Christ, get out!" She yelled, about to open the door and show him the exit.

"I don't want to."  He did his best to make puppy-dog eyes and Kate turned her back to him when she had felt them working.

"You have a room, go there." She pointed to the hall, her eyes fixated on the bare wall.

"I'm aware."

She had stood in front of the door, holding her hand out - pointing to the hall, for quite some time. Perhaps if she appeared to not be frustrated with him, he'd lose interest in harassing her and BAMF his way out. She turned her head to see him firmly planted in the middle of the room, puppy dog eyes still in place. 'If he wants to play it like this, then fine,' she growled inside her head, leaving none of the drama to be seen on the surface.

"If you stay here, then I am leaving." She gave him a moment for it to sink through- his entertainment wasn't coming from her one way or another. She turned around to look at him and he was right there. His warm breath brushed her cheek and his lips kissed hers. It took her a moment to process what was going on, to push aside the butterflies in her stomach and suppress the redness in her face, before whacking him in the shoulder. "Back off, blue balls." She had hoped to be in the presence of others when she had thrown that one at him, but what the heck?

"Oh, aren't you clever?" He grabbed the wrist of the offending hand and pressed it up to his chest.

She was having trouble grasping as to why he wasn't going away. Normally he'd get touchy and BAMF off. But now, he was completely ignoring her deliberate attempts to piss him off. She felt the beginnings of a headache coming on and felt her patience go with it. "Seriously, Kurt," she tried to rip her hand away with no luck.

His head tilted sideways and he gave her a smile, an unsettling one at that. "I can hear your thoughts, fraulein." He planted her back into a wall and sank down onto his knees.

"Oh, did you catch the one about 'get the fuck out'?"

"No," he pressed his mouth against the thin blanket and exhaled so there'd be no doubt on his intent, "but I did see your rather unusual dream."

She turned a brighter shade of red and lost any ability to form a comeback. As the anxiety welled up, she had to take a moment to recall the specifics of her dream. Meanwhile, Kurt had found where the blanket parted and placed a gentle kiss on her hip. Her body started to feel uncomfortably hot but she fought to maintain her train of thought until she could remember. A kiss on the inside of her thigh broke her concentration. She put a hand on Kurt’s face and pushed his head back. “I don’t care what you saw,” she paused in her last effort to remember, “or what you think you saw – but it’s only a dream.” She rewrapped herself and slammed the door shut; which had been open this whole time, and opened up the dresser drawers.

“I get to stay?” Was it really that easy?

“Sure, whatever.” She had found clothes that actually looked like they belonged to her. She pulled an orange shirt out and pressed it to her face. It smelt like rose and lilac oil – they were clothes from her home. She searched around for the rest of her ensemble. She ignored Kurt who watched her from the floor with big questioning eyes. “It’s your house anyway,” she shut herself inside the small bathroom and got herself dressed at breakneck speed.

            Maybe this Sinister thing wasn’t such a bad idea. Sure, he was more than a little sketchy, but Kurt was too as far as she was concerned. Perhaps he was sincere about fixing her, maybe she could go back to a normal life once and for all- a Kurt free one, at that. She looked up in the mirror for a moment after sliding her shirt over her head – she was back to having yellow eyes, again. She couldn’t do it. No matter how easily everyone in the mansion seemed to accept her situation and tie to Kurt, anyone with a head squarely on their shoulders would know that this isn’t ok- mutant or not. The place was a nuthouse. No one seemed interested in ‘fixing’ it, because there wasn’t a ‘problem’.

            She turned the sink on and sat on the ledge of the tub, feeling that she had to make a choice now or never. She was at her strongest – the sperm donor did donate last night, and if ever there was a time to teleport herself out of there and resist being called back, it was now.

            The door opened and Kurt’s facial expression said it all- that he heard every word – or thought – he had heard everything she had thought, “Don’t”. Standing in the doorway must have been his idea of an intervention, but Kate wasn’t taking the scenic route. Before Kurt could lay a hand on her, she BAMFed and left the mansion behind.

 

She found that she couldn’t go far – much like Kurt, she seemed to be restricted as far as distance went; except she had what seemed like about a mile. At this rate, she was going to have to BAMF over 300 times to get home.  A dizzy spell caught her off guard and her knees buckled. It didn’t seem like she’d be able to do it again, never mind triple digits.

 

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            She had made her way to New York City, completely south of where she wanted to go – but then again being geographically challenged will do that to you. She had found a main road and followed the signs until she was able to secure a ride. Her first attempt at catching a ride flopped when the driver had pulled over and was met by a pair of luminous orbs in the dark. A lot more walking and BAMFing resulted in the genetic anomaly dissipating.

            She didn’t know the area at all, but the college kids that picked her up dropped her off by the Statue of Liberty in a place called Lower Manhattan. She found herself confused about how Manhattan was actually New York, but chalked it up to be how Boston was made of everyplace but Boston.

            It was well into the night by the time she had come to realize that she hadn’t thought any of her plan through. First off, she was tired as fuck. Secondly, she was more than sure that dampness of her skin was because of a fever than from all the walking; she had likely metabolized all of Kurt’s … DNA. Lastly, how the hell was she supposed to find Sinister?

“I don’t suppose I can look up Sinister in the phonebook.” She muttered as she passed a phone-booth. Maybe she did make a mistake, or at least she made a rash decision. She needed a better plan than just sporadically BAMFing out of the mansion and running away to New York City. “Scott’s gonna bitch about this.”

She hopped into the booth and was met with the pungent smell of cigarettes and urine. You know; a thick, urinary syrup smell from coagulated piss left to jello-tize in a hot greenhouse of a booth. There was no holding her breath since the smell had already turned to a taste in the back of her throat. She pulled her mind out of the dramatics of the booth and dialed 411. The automated service did as asked and by city and state and address, connected her to the X-mansion.

“Hello, this is the –“ it was Ororo.

“It’s me, Kate.”

“Hmm, where did you run off to?”

“Uh,” honesty; yes or no, “some place called Lesser Manhattan.”

“Lower Manhattan?”

“Yeah, that one, why?”

“How is the weather?” Seemed like an odd question.

“Uh, it’s fine.” No sooner did she say it, the smoggy night sky filled with dark clouds and opened up on the streets. “Shit, it’s like, pouring now,” it was bringing back some of the more unpleasant memories of being shot.

“Stay put, Scott and Kurt are on their way,” the smug voice turned into a dial-tone. She had hung up on her.

“Bitch.” Kate slammed the phone on the hook. She was face with either going out in the pouring rain or stay in the booth that reeked. “A little rain never hurt anyone.”

 

The rain died off not too long after her phone conversation with Ororo ended, but it had done its worst; Kate was soaked and now freezing with the autumn air rolling through the streets. She stayed near the booth as it was her only land-mark, and huddled against it on the ground.

A black SUV pulled up alongside the curb across the street and it was then that Kate had noticed that Lower Manhattan seemed awfully quiet. Anxiety rose up as the conditions continued to eerily mirror the day she’d been shot and all the bullshit began.

The doors of the SUV opened and it was Kurt who had gotten out on the street side, which left the figure coming around the nose of the car to be Scott. A car broke the silence and raced passed the street only to be stopped by a light one block ahead. The red brake lights got lost in the orange haze of the street-lights. “Here we are again,” Scott started before he stepped off the sidewalk, “and I’m the sap who has to come after you.” It was sickening to hear he felt he was being a ‘sap’, honestly, he wasn’t doing her any favor by showing up.

Her teeth chattered when she parted her lips, “My hero.”

Nightcrawler’s eyes glowed brightly under the dark hood pulled over his head. They were narrowed; he was pissed. She slid herself up the booth and the glow disappeared out of her eye-line. “I wasn’t looking for anyone to come get me.” She started but was cut off when Kurt, after looking to make sure the coast was clear, teleported across the street and in front of her. He put a hand over her mouth and the pressure he was applying was an unverbalized STFU.

“Just get her in so we can go.” Scott had said, bordering on the brink of demanding, but it was respectful.

Kurt removed his hand from her mouth, “Do you have any idea how dangerous Sinister is?”

“What, why?” She received a silent, cold stare from him, “How detailed are the thoughts you can read?”

“Obviously clear enough.” He grabbed her around the forearm and gave her a slight tug to cross the street.

“You don’t know wha-“ Kate was cut off by a deafening sound that almost sounded like nothing, but the pitch was so high that it sounded like vibrating glass. She covered her ears and had watched Kurt and Scott do the same. Kate backed away and collapsed on the ground followed by Scott. It was Kurt who managed to get away from the unseen force- BAMFing to a nearby roof-top.

The noise had died down but Kate was more or less incapacitated. Scott found his footing and placed his right hand to his visor – waiting for something.

A familiar voice spoke evenly, “Don’t move.”

“Sinister.” Scott said angrily, though it seemed redundant at this point.

“I see you have considered my offer,” Sinister was now addressing the stunned and motion sick Kate who clung to the ground for dear life.

“Why did you use a gun?” was all she could ask.

“Excuse me?” Sinister found himself out of her thought loop.

“If you can do that, why did you use a gun?”

“Vertigo,” he pointed at Scott. The noise carried in the air, but it wasn’t a debilitating as it had been the first time around. Scott, on the other hand, couldn’t agree with said statement as he dramatically and embarrassingly made his way to the ground. “Kurt was going to be displaced for a length of time. If he showed himself without a reasonable alibi – I couldn’t risk detection.”

“Why not the noise thingy and then shoot him?” Kate started getting her faculties together and eased herself onto her feet. She made her way over to Sinister; this was what she had wanted after all.

“It had been my hope to keep Nightcrawler unaware of my intentions. If he had gotten away, it is likely a human would have been to blame and I'd be free for another attempt,” Sinister seemed to be scanning the area, “and as you can see, his ability to teleport would have rendered Vertigo's talents ineffective.

“You’re aim has rendered you ineffective. ”

“My aim?” He put an arm around Kate, which made her nearly instantaneously uncomfortable, “I never miss my target.” With that, he drove a short needle into Kate’s neck. Before she had enough time to react she had made like Scott and fell to the ground.

“You’re not going to leave her here, are you?” Sinister yelled out into the empty street. He received no response but his feelings were that Kurt was very close-by and was perhaps trying to come up with a strategy. “Grab the mutant and the human.”