Forever

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Chapter Five—Forever

 

 

A/N—All my thanks go to Internutter, who is letting me use
her idea (sorry for the abuse!) and is great with the constructive criticism
and to Foxfeather for the help with the German and the support!

 

 

***This story still contains naughty bits and bad words, so
don’t read it if you’re not allowed to for whatever reason.

 

 

 



 



“Ow!” Kurt
hit the wall with a resounding thump and slid to the floor in a small blue
heap. His heart was racing a mile a minute
and his eyes were having trouble tracking.
Too dangerous to ‘port.
Besides, he’d find me anyway…


Logan loomed over him, his face
filling Kurt’s somewhat-wobbly vision.
“Listen to me and listen to me good, bub. You keep your mangy little blue mitts offa Kitty.” Logan pulled Kurt to his feet and got down
in his face. “I don’t care if you’re in
love or not. No one touches her without
having to answer to me, got it?” Kurt
refused to nod, refused to let his fear dictate his relationship with
Kitty. “I said got it?”

Adam’s apple bobbing, Kurt stood as
straight as he could. “Nein.”

“What?” Logan seemed taken aback.
No one, especially a kid, had ever defied him and made it out unscathed.

“I said nein.
I am not going to stay away from Katz—Kitty.” Kurt closed his eyes, waiting for the fleshy sound of Logan’s
metal claws to cut off his labored breathing..


“Huh.” Logan stepped back, looking at Kurt appraisingly. Kurt chanced a peek out of one eye and the
look of bemusement on Logan’s face was enough to make him open both eyes and
lift his chin in false bravery. “You
got some big brass ones, elf.”

“I—I love her.”

“Kid, you’re seventeen. You love girls, period.”
Logan was leaning against the wall of Kurt’s room, between the blue
mutant and the door.

Verdammt. No way out… “I find girls attractive, yes, but I don’t love them the
way I love Kitty.” Kurt sighed,
resigned to what was shaping up to be the strangest conversation of his young
life. “Kitty is so much more than just a girl to me. Ja, when I first saw her it was…instant attraction on my part,
puppy love, I think you call it. But it
grew. Until Friday, I had only dreamed
that she could love me, that one day she would see me as a, a man, rather than her
best friend or just another mutant.
When she kissed me…” He sighed,
the butterflies in his stomach not sure which emotion to respond more strongly
to: fear or remembered passion.

Logan pulled the door to and advanced on Kurt,
closing the short distance between them. “There’s a lot of things in this world
I never want to know about and your sex life is on the top of the list. “ Logan’s jaw worked briefly, as if trying to
swallow back his next statement. “But I
care about you kids, damn it, and Half-Pint is like a daughter to m Kur Kurt felt his eyes widen at this
uncharacteristic show of paternal feeling on Logan’s part. “If you hurt her, elf, I will spread your
guts from here to Manhattan and back, got it?”
Kurt nodded mutely. “Good.” Logan leaned forward and took a deep sniff
of Kurt’s fur, his eyes narrowing.
Through bared teeth, he growled “And for the love of Mike, if you’re
going to try and hide the scent from me, do something other than just shower. You
smell like a whorehouse!” With that, he
turned on his heel and stalked from the room, leaving Kurt staring at the door
and promising to light a novena for whichever saint it was the protected fuzzy
little elves.

 

“You really should not drink all of
that at once, you know.” Storm’s voice
pierced Logan’s dark mood. After
leaving Kurt, he had stalked to the kitchen and “rescued” his beer from the
clutches of the refrigerator and a sneaky-looking Evan and Jubilee. Deciding the garage was the best place to
have his bender, he ensconced himself behind the van ,relishing the quiet. The quiet that was shortly broken by a
certain ivory-haired weather goddess.

“Can’t hurt me, you know.” Another
swig.

“Yes, that may be, but what does it
say about your inner strength?” Storm
sat cross-legged before him, eyes piercing in the semi-darkness.

“I don’t give a flying-“

“Logan…” A raised eyebrow quelled
the Wolverine.

“I just don’t know what to think
right now.” He finished his bottle and added
it to the precarious pyramid he was building between himself and Storm.

“Think what you think.” Her response earned a rough snort from
Logan. “It is not wrong to be
angry. You feel betrayed. Kitty is a little girl in your mind and
needs protection. Kurt is a threat to
her little-girl status.”

“ ‘Ro, I don’t know if I ever had
kids before this,” he made a vague gesture, indicating everything from his lost
memories to his altered physical state, “but I know that I have them now.” He stood slowly, senses only slightly dulled
from the case of Canadian Lager. “And I
know Kitty is someone who needs a father.” He turned and made his way to the
door leading to the mudroom between the kitchen and garage only to be startled
by a laugh from Storm.

“You do have heart in there
after all.”

“Excuse me?” He pivoted on one heel to face the
now-chuckling mutant.

She stood andew hew her arms wide
as if embracing him and all that was in the night around them. “Logan, Kitty will still be your little
girl. Even little girls grow up, you
know. Just try and see this as a new
stage in your relationship with her.
Try to see her for the woman she is becoming, not the little girl she
was.”

“ ‘Ro, you’re a little crazy, you
know that?” Logan could not help but
smile. Storm had dropped her arms and
wore a gentle smile; she tilted her head to one side, regarding him carefully,
as if seeing him for the first time.
“What?” Is my fly open?

“Are you going to be kind to Kurt?”

“I won’t kill him, if that’s what
you mean.” It was his turn to look at
her funny.

“He’s scared, you know. Scared of this relationship failing before
it even starts, scared of you, even a little scared of Kitty.”

“The first two I get. Why her, though?”

“He’s had her on a pedestal for so
long, had her as an icon of perfection.
Now he fears what will happen when he has her, warts and all, as it
were.”

Makes sense. “So what am I supposed to do about
it?” A small part—well, maybe a medium
sized part—of Logan wanted everything to go to Hell for the couple so Kitty
would be sweet and pure once more. He
knew, though that he’d be more upset with Kitty brokenhearted than with the
current situation.

“Try and support them. Try not to snarl at him or throw him into
his bedroom…”

“You saw that?” Logan felt an
unusual warmth creep up his neck. “Ah, I mean…”

“Hmmm.” She stepped towards him, reaching out as if to touch his cheek
but drawing back. “I don’t expect you
to accept them, I know it is hard for me to see them as sexual beings, but try
to be understanding.”

“I just…I just can’t right
now. Hell, I’m no saint. I’ve had my share of…friends,” Logan
felt slightly uncomfortable talking to Storm about this, like she was above
such base things as sex, “but I don’t want Kitty jumping headfirst into this whole
thing and making a huge mistake. Kurt
is a good kid at heart but he’s got too much going on up here,” he tapped his
head, “to be really clear-headed about all of this.”

Storm sighed and shook her head
once. “What are you more upset about,
the fact Kitty had sex or the fact she had sex with Kurt?”

“What? Both—neither--Damn it!” Logan got off one of the best growls of
his life in that moment, kicking the mudroom door for emphasis. “Look, the kids are just that, kids. They’re not ready for any of this shit. That’s all I’ve got to say on it.” He wrenched the door open and stomped into
the house, leaving Storm in the garage with the pyramid of bottles and a look
of mild concern.

 

Logan resisted the urge to drag his
claws down the walls of the mansion. Don’t want to act like a damned
kid. Control, Logan. He marched himself back into he kitchen and
made a large sandwich involving most of the meat in the fridge drawer. In the rec room, he could hear Scott and
Jean arguing on low voices about Kurt and Kitty—Jean, apparently, thought what
they did was “wrong,” and Scott was going on about her feeling guilty. Hmmm.
Whose ass do I get to kick now?
Finishing his sandwich in a few bites, he strolled into the room and
observed the argument in silence for a few minutes. Jubilee and Jaime were plg fog foosball in onrnerrner while Amara
attempted to study on the couch, in between sniping at anyone who looked at her
and eying the Tom Cruise movie on cable.
Logan finally cleared his throat when he saw that the argument was just
going to go on in circles, as Scott and Jean were famous for. “Alright, kids. Lissenup. The Professor
is assigning weekly chaperone duty for school hours for Kurt and Kitty. I heard that, Amara. The only thing you have to do as a chaperone
is make sure they don’t make use of empty classrooms or closets, and don’t skip
out together. I don’t think anyone
is going to have anything to say about this, right?” Mute nods from most of the occupants of the
room. “The Professor will have a little
talk with you in the morning. Be in the
front hall at half past seven. Got
it?” More nods, a snort from Amara. “Except for you, princess. Be there at six thirty. We’re going to have an early morning run to
clear those sinuses.” Logan quickly
left the room so they could not see the evil smirk spreading across his
face. Tomorrow will be a good day…

 

Kitty had spent a sleepless night, half-hoping and
half-fearing that Kurt would come to her again. She stumbled into the kitchen to find Amara face-down on the
table, one of the Jamies walking on her back.
Two more Jamies were making oatmeal in the microwave and yet another was
stirring orange juice in a pitcher. “Amara! You’re not making him be your servant, are
you?”

Amara turned her head towards Kitty, eyes closed and
voice vaguely sleepy, “The fool spilled my breakfast after getting in my
way. He’s making up for it.” Kitty interpreted this explanation as Amara
ran into Jamie and spilled her breakfast while causing him to multiply like a bunny.

“Jamie, I’ve got it from here.” The boys shot her a grateful glance and
dashed from the room, one after the other.
“Amara, I don’t believe you.”
Kitty took the oatmeal out of the microwave and cleaned up the spill as
Amara rolled slowly off the table and to her feet.

“Jamie violated my dignity and made an ass of
himself. He was making up for it.” She dusted herself off in her best
“princess” manner, eying Kitty’s outfit with distaste. “Speaking of violating one’s dignity—what are
you wearing?”

“Stuff it, Amara.”

“Seriously.
Those jeans are way too tight on you.
And that shirt! The buttons
barely close over your breasts!” Amara
took her oatmeal from the counter where Kitty left it, slipping from princess
mode to fashion consultant. “Have you
gained weight?”

“Amara…”
Kitty reconsidered the buttered toast in her hand, reaching instead for
an apple.

“What? I’m
merely concerned for your health and the safety of the other team members when you
can’t do your job properly due to excess weight.” Taking a deep drink of her orange juice, Amara watched carefully
as Kitty cut the apple in half, smearing one side with peanut butter. “That is loaded with fat, you know…” She had just found out that she would be
Kitty’s duenna for the week and was irritated as a wet hen before Kitty even
came into the kitchen. The Jamie
incident just sparked the powder keg.
Amara was a master of weakness exploitation and she knew Kitty’s most
sensitive point was her weight and diet.
Kitty had thrown the apple down on a plate and was staring at it with a
mixture of scorn and longing. “You
could eat a rice cake… I think Storm keeps some around here somewhere…” Dropping her bowl into the sink, Amara
practically skipped from the kitchen, a little smile playing on her
features. Ooooh. I am going to like this week.

Kurt found Kitty in the kitchen ten minutes before
they were supposed to leave for school, staring at a browning apple-half and
munching on the other, peanut butter smeared half. “Katzchen?” He put his
hand on her shoulder and she jumped, obviously surprised to find she was no
longer alone in the room. “What are you
doing?”

“Um, nothing.”
She polished off the apple and offered Kurt the other half with a mute
gesture of her hand. When he did not
take the proffered apple, she fingered it guiltily, darting her eyes to Kurt’s
furrowed brow before shoving the offending fruit into the garbage disposal and turning a false-bright smile to
her new boyfriend. “So…ready?”

“Ja, but Katzchen, is something wrong?” He had seen her like this before, sulking
and depressed over food, when she returned from visits to her parents in
Chicago. Usually it abated in a week or
so but during that time she ate little more than plain rice and celery chased
by tap water and the occasional glass of juice. Kitty looked panicked, her eyes
widening and her breath coming in short bursts. “Kitty?”

“What? Just
a little tired is all.” She offered
another smile and touched his cheek.

I don’t believe her. Kurt grimaced, hoping she would take it for a smile, and turned his head to
kiss her palm. “Let’s go, then. Amara and Evan are our chaperones for the
week and I don’t want to keep Evan waiting.
He’ll make me listen to his skateboarding stories again…” Kitty laughed and followed Kurt to the
garage where the others were waiting.

 

School started innocently enough. First and second period went by without
incident, not even a tiny comment from Amara to mar Kitty’s increasingly good
mood. She had been taking notes in speech
class when it happened—the middle button on her shirt just popped off when she
took a deep breath. Oh. No good can come of this. Hell of a day not to wear a sweater… Kitty had left her infamous pink sweater in
her closet, trying for a new look for Kurt. The white shirt she was wearing now
gapped open over her bra, making Lance’s eyop fop from across the aisle. Kitty was trying to get Miss Hightower’s
attention so she could go to the office and call the mansion for a change of
clothes when Lance’s voice carried in a loud whisper from across the way. “Damn, Kit Kat. Those new?” Male laughter rippled through the room, joined
quickly by Tabitha’s snicker.

“Mister Alvers.
Principal. Now!” Miss Hightower shoved a blue hall pass at
the laughing boy, turning sympathetic eyes to Kitty. “Miss Pryde, would you like to go to the office and call home?” Kitty nodded, feeling tear well up at the
continuing giggles and snorts. Standing,
she bent to gather her things and heard a disturbing rrrrrriiiiiiiiipppp. “Oh.
Oh my.” Not only did her pants
rip, she was wearing her once-a-month panties[1].

Oh, sink me!
y boy bolted from the room as fast as she could, barely stopping herself
from phasing through the door rather than opening it properly. Guffaws and catcalls followed her down the
hall, blood rushing to her face and in her ears. She shot past Lance, heading towards the remote bathrooms in the
lower level of the school. Can my
life suck any harder? Apparently,
the answer to that was ‘yes.’ Lance
caught up with her and grabbed her by the arm as she made it to the doors
leading to the down-staircase.

“Kitty!
Stop! It’s no big deal! So your boobs are hanging out! Fuckin’ big deal! You got some junk in your trunk!
I happen to like a curvy woman.
Well, within reason…” He gave
her what he thought was a sexy grin and squeezed her arm and leaned towards
her, stopping inches from her face. “Just
more of you to hold.”

“Stop it!”
She twisted free and dashed down the stairs. He thundered after her, catching her as she made it out the door
onto the first floor. “Leave me alone!” Noting that they were alone in the hall, she
phased out of his grasp. Lance snarled
at her, making another grab for her arms, her waist, whatever he could reach
first.

“C’mon, Kit.
You’ve been avoiding me for weeks. I forgive you for wigging out on me.” He made contact as the bell to signal class change rang. Kitty pulled with all her weight against
him, but he was at least seven inches taller and many pounds heavier than she
was. “Kat! Stop it! You’re embarrassing
me!”

“Let me GO!”
More students were filtering into the hall, seeing Kitty falling out of
her clothes being dragged by Lance back to the staircase. “Someone help me!” A few girls shouted at Lance but for the most part, the crowd
just watched the show. “Kurt! Scott!”
They’re in this hall somewhere!
Why can’t they hear me? Damn it,
I need to phase! Kitty started to
let him drag her into the stair well, hoping for enough privacy so she could
phase from his grasp again and maybe drop through to the basement. Does the basement run under this part of
the school? I don’t want to bury myself
alive! She was dragging her heels
to slow her progress, still pulling against a now-swearing Lance Alvers. Some of the jocks made catcalls and Kitty
could hear one of the girls call for a teacher.

“Hey, you!
Get your damned hands off her!”[2] Kurt’s voice parted the crowd, an intensity
in his usually mild voice making the gathered students suddenly decide it was a
very good idea to listen to him.
Scott shot forward, grabbing Kitty away from Lance, while Kurt hung
back. His eyes apologized to Kitty,
apologized for the extremes he had to go to in order to ensure his mutation
remained secret. I can’t even get
close enough to save her without brushing against someone!

“Shut up, freak-boy. Me and Kit Kat were talking.”
Lance held his hand out to Kitty, only to have her shrink back and dash
to Kurt. She buried her face against
his neck and Lance could feel his eyes turn white and the tremors start beneath
their feet. That whore! Scott
backed away from Lance, never taking his eyes off of him. When he reached Kurt and Kitty, gave them a
shove towards the nurse’s office, leaving Lance surrounded by mocking voices
from his jock “friends” and the scorn of most of the girls. That fucking slut! She doing freak-boy to punish me for
sleeping with Tabby. When Kitty had
“held out” on him, he decided to sate his lust with the most available female
he knew, Tabby. She had been going out
with Kurt at the time and was experiencing similar frustrations so they saw it
as a sort of karmic event. Now, though,
Lance was infuriated that Kitty, his Kitty, was sleeping with the most
pathetic mutant he had ever heard of. You
have to be taught a lesson, Kit Kat.
Rubbing his hands across his face, Lance snarled at the nearest jock and
shoved past the remaining students and headed back upstairs.

 

“Wait here, Mister Alvers. The principal is in with another student.” The secretary, a sweet but mildly scattered
temp, nodded at Lance to sit in an orange plastic chair while she vanished into
the copy room. Well, well,
well. Opportunity knocks…Quietly,
Lance slipped over to the computer on her desk and brought up the student
files. Checking to make sure the
secretary was still busy, he scrolled through names until he found Kathryn E.
Pryde. E? Wonder what that stands for.
Probably one of them Jew names…Ah-ha! Listed as emergency contacts, after her address at the institute
and some varied names Lance did not recognize as being the real names of Beast
and Storm, he found a pot of gold. Hello,
muddah, Hello, faddah. He jotted
the phone number in Chicago down on the palm of his hand and vaulted over the
desk just in time to avoid being caught.
All through his chewing out, all Lance could think of was the interesting
phone call Mommy and Daddy Pryde would receive tonight. “Yes, I’m just a concerned friend of
Kitty’s. You see, she’s taken up with a
mutant. Yes, I know she’s one herself,
but you see, this one is…different. And
there is a bit of a scandal involved.
You see, they’re sleeping together…
Oh, yes, Lance knew just he way to punish his Kitty-Cat…

 

 

 

TBC

 

 

A/N Yes, I know that no one said anything to
Lance about them sleeping together, but his freakish little mind jumped automatically
to it since she was showing affection for a male who was not (gasp!) him, it must
be to punish him, right? Schmuck….



[1] Ladies, you
know which underwear I mean…those.

[2] Ten points
to you if you recognize this line is from the Back to the Future movies.