Sharp-Dressed Mutant

“Ah don’t normally pray, since Ah don’t believe in God, but considering the situation…is there any deity ya want me ta petition on your behalf?” Rogue asked.

“St. Jude?” Kitty said lacklusterly.

Rogue blinked. “Ah don’t think it’s quite that bad.”

St. John snorted. “I think it is that bad,” he countered.

Bobby gave them an uncomprehending look.

Rogue sighed. “St. Jude is tha patron saint of hopeless causes,” she explained.

Comprehension dawned. “Yeah, Johnny’s right,” Bobby agreed. “It is that bad.”

Rolling her eyes, Todd said, “Aw, c’mon guys. It isn’t that off the wall to think that Kurt could make it.”

Snorting, Bobby said, “Logan’s on his tail. And he’s mad about this whole insult chain thing that our favorite fuzzy dude started. What makes you think that Logan’s gonna let him escape?”

Todd cringed and remained silent.

Kitty’s faith faltered in the face of watching her boyfriend – tired from running for the past hour with no respite – climb up a tree to escape Logan’s wrath and take a break. She grinned uncertainly at the others. “Hope?” she squeaked out.

Rogue made a noise of disgust. “Fine, then, St. Jude it is.” She shook her head and, sending a silent prayer to said Saint, went back to watching her ‘brother’ play teleport tag across the lawn with Logan.

Kurt would need all the help he could get, deific or otherwise.