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katzchn

It wasn’t really the same though was it? There was something bittersweet about Logan telling her they were expecting new students at the Institute. The place was already becoming more like a true boarding school towards the end of Kitty’s time there. Still, she remembered when the group of inhabitants was smaller- less like a school and more like a family. Her memories of those days were as lovely and fond as they were riddled with fighting and strife.

Kitty would never trade all the good times to have an easier life though.

“I guess you will be giving my old room to a kid who needs it then?” It was how it should be. Had she not expected as much? When Kitty moved out she had cleaned out her personal items. Her physical mark on the place was in the shape of push-pin holes on the walls and small blacked portions on the furniture Lockheed accidentally scorched. Logan’s question reminded her that these changes didn’t have to be permanent, not if Kitty didn’t want them to be.

“Of course! I already agreed on a time split with Mom. I’ll be at the Institute for about two weeks. You'll be sick of me by New Years." She grinned and chanced a quick look to the passenger side at the mention of new protocols, before she turned her attention back to the road.

“New protocols? Like extra tough Sentinels or fun things like Pirates.” Logan already knew hher preference and Kurt had been needing somebody to reprogram his old scenario. They had played it enough times that Kitty was sure there was no new way to beat the thing.

Their discussion lasted the rest of the drive to Kitty’s apartment - enjoyable and comfortable as only good friends who had been separated could be. When they pulled into the parking lot of her apartment building, Kitty threw the car in park and bounced out of the car excitedly. Until she saw the door to her first-floor apartment wasn’t as she left it.

Over the peeling black paint there was a fresh layer spelling out a single word - a bright threatening red that was still wet to the touch. Mutant.

“Shit.” Kitty muttered, exhaling roughly as her fingers dragged through her curls in agitation. When she had moved off campus, Kitty had informed the records office of her new address and that was it. Well, the cat was out of the bag now...

snkts

He nods, glancing at her out of the corners of his eyes. He can smell the turmoil on her. It fills the car like a cloud.

“Eventually, yeah.” He settles back in the seat. “Someone’s gonna have to take it. Unless you plan on comin’ back after you graduate?” He’s teasing - mostly. He wouldn’t complain about her coming back, but he knows she needs to be able to spread her wings. She’s growing up. Getting older. Finding out who she needs to be. Maybe that would be an X-Man, maybe it wouldn’t; that was her choice. The fact that she had that choice at all was a mark of the progress the team had made.

“But even if that room is gone, we’ll always have a spot for ya’. You know that, right?” A brief monet of sincerity before the conversation shifts, and he laughs.

“That’s not even scratchin’ it. We’re pullin’ out all the stops. Hank and Forge outfitted it with some new hardware. The newest sim has dragon-riding ninjas.” A personal favourite. “Though it’s got a few kinks to work out… Still tryin’ to convince them to have actual fire-breathing.” He frowns and props his elbow on the windowsill. If he’s pouting, no he isn’t. He just still thinks his ideas are the best, when it comes to the danger room. Screw the budget.

He doesn’t have long to dwell on that, though. Because now they’re at Kitty’s apartment. Logan follows her out of the car. He sees the door at the same time she does. He straightens up, a frown creasing his face and knotting his brows.

“What the hell…?” He asks. He can see the joy leech out of her, and that hurts even more. This is disgusting. Nobody deserves this - but Kitty least of all. She’s never hurt anyone (who didn’t deserve it). She was one of the best of them.

She was also someone he would do real, real nasty things in order to protect.

“The fuck is this?” He gestures at the word, glaring daggers at it and only softening his expression when he looks her way.

“Pun’kin… Has this happened before?” He reaches over to rest his hand on her shoulder. “Is anyone given’ you a hard time?”

And the as of yet unspoken: Do you want me to make it stop?

katzchn

So much for easy. Kitty had been looking forward to her mentor’s visit for weeks. It was her hope that the familiar, and even sometimes friendly, face would help to alleviate the worries she had living alone at a school with anti-mutant sentiment. The girl’s shoulders slump a bit at Logan’s gruff question. Not that Kitty worried about Wolverine being angry with her or hurting her, those ideas dissipated pretty quickly in her early days with the X-men. It was just that now she had to be honest. The hate had seeped into another part of her life and made it all more real than before. She couldn’t keep her chin up and ignore it the same way now that Logan witnessed it. The comforting hand on her shoulder - calling her Pun’kin in that gentle way of his- makes her throat constrict as she swallows down rising emotion.

“This exact thing hasn’t happened before.” Kitty hedges around the truth a moment, but she knows the tactic is doomed to fail. She sighed, jamming her key into the door lock and pushing the door open. “We can talk about it inside.” If anyone was watching to see the fall out of their handiwork, Kitty didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of seeing her cry. Secured behind the walls, Kitty tosses her keys angrily into the bowl next to the door.

“I got kicked out of the dorms back in September. They gave another excuse, but I think people felt unsafe with me living there.” Kitty flopped down on the couch, crossing her arms over her chest in frustration. Once the bubble had burst, the whole truth may as well come out. “There are protests a couple times a week on campus. Sometimes I get followed to class.” Oh how he was going to be so pissed. It wasn’t what Kitty wanted to deal with. There was nothing he could do….nothing legal anyway. She still had more years to get through this and administration needed to not be shredded if she was to stay enrolled. Brown eyes lifted up to his, stinging with warm unshed tears.

“Nobody vandalized anything until today though.” The paint. It was still wet. She still had time to clean it. Kitty jolted up to her feet and stomped off to the kitchen to get sponges and cleaning spray out from under the sink. Maybe some furious scrubbing would give her a constructive outlet for her rage.

#snkts #[ic/kitty]

BAMFS IN

"Hallo!"

curls a tail around her and dips her over the knee for a KISS!

"Bis bald!"

BAMFS OUT

Kitty is stunned but happy, with the dopey kind of smile only Kurt can make her have.

#fvzzyelf #this is so old but I am clearing out my inbox

katzchn

“Anytime!” Kitty smiled in response to Kurt’s appreciation, and found that she truly meant it. Cooking was not exactly on her list of hobbies or favorite chores around the Institute, but this had been no hardship at all. Snacks and conversation with an attractive man new friend? Easy peasy.

“Well not any time. Obviously.” She continued with an awkward little huff of a laugh as she cleared the plates from the counter. She rinsed their dishes hastily under a quick rush of water and left them in the sink for the morning. Somebody else would handle it.

More words came out unbidden before her brain could catch up with exactly what her point was. “A midnight snack has to happen at midnight after all. So…any day I guess?” Kitty’s laugh punctuated on another soft awkward giggle.

Katherine.Stupid. What are you doing? Verbally digging a hole she wanted to crawl into and die in. She actually had the ability to sink through the floor to escape her shame and yet she rarely took advantage of that fact. It was frighteningly tempting now. And she had been doing so well too! But one hot newcomer and she was regressing back to her teenage X-men days. Kitty clawed her fingers through her curls nervously and took a breath, attempting to get a grip.

“Yeah, sure, tomorrow! Sounds like a d-” REPHRASE FOR THE LOVE OF- “-eal!” Kitty cleared her throat, padding towards the door in her slippered feet in what she hoped did not seem like a mortified retreat. "See you tomorrow, Kurt."

fvzzyelf

He does not sleep well, but then that is only because Talia does not. She hasn't for some time now and he knew this move would only make it more difficult.

And yet he had been hopeful, remained steadfast in his resolve to be strong for her, even if that strength seemed lacking for himself at times. It didn't matter, if Talia was okay then his whole world would be okay.

But he did sleep better than expected, at least. Having any shut-eye at all felt like a miracle and he could only think it was some kind of magic laced in that meal prepared for him by Kitty Pryde.

Talia settled against his hip, that next morning was spent doing a proper tour and mostly in an effort to find the one person he had decided would be the best guide.

Kurt found her as he turned the corner of one of the halls of classrooms and he grinned.

"Kitty!"

katzchn

The next morning greeted Kitty with an unusual feeling of weightlessness. Like bubbles of happiness filling her soul that made her step lighter as she went about her morning routine. She wanted to attribute it to just being happy that she was living at the institute again, but she had a sneaking suspicion there was more to it. She recognized this feeling as the start of a phenomenon that literally had Kitty walking on air as a youngster; when she first arrived at Xavier’s School.

A crush. Embarrassing. Were you even supposed to have those as an adult? Her thoughts debated back and forth on that question as she brushed her teeth and scrubbed the sleep from her face. In fact, her mind got so caught up in this question that when she glanced at the digital clock on her bedside table she saw that she was running late for her first class.

“Awe crumbs.” Instead of walking through the floor, Kitty phased, dropping down through the floor and into the hallway near the kitchen. There were more people bustling around the large room than the night before and if she tried to wait her turn for the microwave or toaster then she was …well…toast. Fortunately for her, somebody else’s bagel was perfectly golden brown and adorned with smoked salmon and cream cheese.

“Sorry, Logan, in a hurry!” Kitty phased the breakfast from his hand and scurried out of the room again before he could stop her, scarfing a bite. She would play up the doe eyes later for some forgiveness. Just as she reached the door for her classroom, Kitty ran into the source of her morning’s musings. His grin brought an instant smile to her face.

“Good Morning, Kurt.” She turned the same smile to the little blue girl in her father’s arms. She was cute, but seemed a little shy- leaning into her Dad more as Kitty looked at her. “Hi Talia. I'm Kitty, It's nice to meet you."

“Were you wanting that tour now?” Kitty asked, recalling their deal the night before. She leaned through the door, not bothering to look at the kids gathered in the seats.

“Class is cancelled today!”

#she is a mess #poor logan #fvzzyelf #[ic/ kitty pryde]

katzchn

One hand on the steering wheel, Kitty swatted at Logan with her free hand as he patted her curls in an affectionate tease. It was all for show anyway. For years Kitty had fought tooth and nail to be taken seriously as one of the X-men, not just a kid, but Logan was more than a teammate. As a mentor, and the closest thing she had to a living father now, Wolverine was allowed to dote a little bit.

“Does Lockheed breathe fire? Of course I'm blowing them out of the water.” Kitty smirked, thinking of the aforementioned ‘chumps’ and the looks on their faces when Kitty finished exams and projects faster than them. The ice in her classmates’ eyes would have frozen her straight to the bone if she had not endured glacial expressions from Emma Frost and other sundry villains since before she could drive.

Their frustration almost made the anti-mutant sentiment bearable. What did they say? The best revenge was living well? That was true as long as the living well part included trouncing her haters on the battlefield of academia. However, that same sentiment that Kitty thrived in thwarting did make the answer to Logan’s last question less easy to answer. She kept her eyes focused on the vehicles shifting in traffic in front her as she mused over how best to reply.

“Just school really.” Kitty said casually, a smooth side-step of the problem. She flicked her blinker on and moved to a free space between car. “Besides, I keep plenty busy calling you and Ororo and writing letters to Kurt in my free time. I get to visit mom on the weekends too.” It was almost like she still had a social life.

"How are things back at the Institute?"

snkts

The swat earns a chuckle, and he lets his hand drop back into his lap. She hasn’t changed a bit - good. He didn’t want her to change. Not too fast, at least. Time was a weird concept for him now. He didn’t need her to be fully grown-up yet.

Give him just a bit more of this.

“That’s my girl.” He says as he slings an arm over the back of the seat. “Not surprised, but proud of ya’.” Really, it wasn’t fair. These were normal kids. Nothing about Kitty had ever been normal - and he didn’t just mean her powers. She’d always been brilliant. Even when she was a kid, she’d go toe-to-toe with the best minds the Institute had to offer. It had always been funny seeing Chuck’s face when she beat him at chess. Yeah, normal kids just couldn’t compare. Not to her. Not to his Pun’kin.

“Eh, same old, same old.” Said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “Gonna be accepting some new students soon, so we’ve been cleanin’ out some of the empty rooms. Working out some new lesson plans… The usual.” He shrugs one shoulder and leans his head back. Listens to the word passing by from outside the car.

“You gonna come back and visit us over the break, after you see your ma?” He asks, glancing sidelong at her as she drives. “Think you’d have some fun with the new Danger Room protocols we’ve come up with.”