Blueshift

Blueshift Chapter Seven (NC-17)
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Kitty yawned and stretched and eyed the instant coffee warily. She wanted caffeine… nay, she craved caffeine, but she and Mister Coffee were not on speaking terms. It still had not forgiven her for trying to make soup in it once, many moons before. “Okay,” she muttered to the coffee maker, “we’re going to do this nice and easy… I’ll put some real coffee into the basket and add some water to the tank and you’ll be good and heat it all up and drip it into a carafe, right?”
“That’s one of the first signs of insanity, you know,” Rogue yawned, padding into the kitchen and hearing Kitty muttering. “Right after trying to bargain with the blender.”
Kitty snorted and forwent the instant coffee in the hopes that the coffee machine liked her this time, adding some of the real stuff to the basket. “I figure I better hedge my bets… Today might be a really long day.” She crossed her fingers and hit the “on” switch, stepping back and staring at the machine as if expecting it to do a trick or possibly explode. “I think we definitely found Logan last night… Cerebro wasn’t picking up anything in the location that he was last reported in, just yesterday morning, but I think there was a glitch in some of the programming that was blocking Logan’s read.”
Rogue blinked and stared. “Kitty, honestly, I got the gist of what you just said and I am fucking ecstatic about it but it was really all sort of gibberish at the end there.” Tugging on the hem of the t-shirt she was wearing over a pair of stolen, clean boxer shorts, she shuffled to the fridge and opened the door to stare at the contents. “The world would be so much easier if refrigerator doors were clear,” she sighed.
Kitty stared at her, finally breaking her gaze on the coffee maker. “Rogue, did you really hear me? We think we found Logan!”
“I know,” Rogue sighed, shutting the door. She leaned against the fridge and folded her arms across her stomach, fixing Kitty with a sad but open expression. “ The thing is, Kit… we’ve had these things for a month or so now, thinking we’ve found him, even sending Banshee and Warren out after him, only to be wrong. Sometimes they just missed him, sometimes it wasn’t even him in the slightest… I’m excited at the idea y’all might’ve found him but at the same time…” she sighed and took a seat at one of the chairs around the table. “I guess I’ll say I’m cautiously optimistic.”
Kitty felt her lips part in surprise. “Kurt never told me about those times… he promised he’d keep me up on this, promised he wouldn’t lie…”
“If he didn’t tell you, he didn’t lie,” Rogue pointed out “Unless you’re going to argue like a Jesuit1 and say it was a sin of omission…”
“No,” Kitty mumbled, dropping heavily into the chair opposite Rogue. “I guess not…” She frowned even more deeply and rested her chin in her hand, staring at the table top. “I guess I’m just disappointed that no one, especially Kurt, felt the need to let me know these things, especially about Logan.” She inhaled sharply, then slapped her hand down on the table, standing up and exploding with, “Damn it! He’s my foster father… my father! I deserve to know these things! Just because I’m at school doesn’t mean I don’t care, for crying out loud! Don’t treat me like a mushroom!”2
Rogue sighed and leaned back in her chair. “Kitty, I love you, I really do, but I haven’t had food yet and I really can’t deal with a temper tantrum before breakfast.” She rubbed her hands over her eyes and sighed again. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. You’re upset and rightfully so…”
Kitty made a barely audible noise of frustration and came within a hair of stomping her foot. “I just…” She shook her head and dashed a few threatening tears from her eyes. “I just wish things were different. I wish things were like they were before, you know? When we didn’t have to deal with all this crap in our lives…”
“What fun would that be then?” Rogue smiled slightly. “We’d just sit around all day, doing nothing, being bored, not saving the world…”
“I think I’d rather,” Kitty muttered, jumping slightly as the coffee machine clicked off. With another sigh, she took up her empty cup and went over to the coffee pot, pouting out something that looked suspiciously like tar. “Oh, ew…fanfuckingtastic…” She held it up for Rogue who was peering over her shoulder, having abandoned her seat at the table. “It hates me!”
“No, you just put in too much coffee…” Rogue flipped open the basket and blinked. “That looks like two cups, not two scoops…”
“Cup and half,” Kitty corrected. “Oh. Well, Hell.” She sighed and blushed furiously under Rogue’s amused gaze. “Too early for me to read directions, I think…”
Rogue wisely held her tongue about Kitty’s skills with mundane kitchen appliances. Instead, she dumped out the coffee pot and set about making fresh. They puttered silently in the kitchen for a few minutes, the rhythm broken by Jamie skidding into the kitchen in stocking feet, sliding into the wall and landing on his rear. “Ow,” he breathed.
“What’s going on?” Rogue asked, turning towards him and barely hiding a smirk. “Running to or from someone?”
Kitty helped him up and snickered. “Nice landing there, Ace.” One multiple popped out of existence almost immediately, the other standing, darting around Kitty and disappearing into the rec room.
“I need Beast! I found something! Oh! Not Beast! Is there some emergency hotline for astronomers?” he babbled. “Like 911 for Carl Sagan or something?”
“First, Sagan is dead,” Kitty said. “Second, Jamie, what’s going on? You’re kind of freaking me out here…”
He opened his mouth but the words would not come. Instead, he made an excited noise, grabbed Kitty’s wrist and Rogue’s sleeve and began pulling them to the stairs.
“Well,” Rogue said, stumbling behind him, “I guess insanity is an alternative to coffee…”

1 Jesuits were known for their argumentation as well as being actual soldiers for the Church.
2 By keeping you in the dark and feeding you bullshit…