Title: Smile
Author: Ana
Challenge: The Album Challenge
Challenger: morlockiness
Rating: G
Timeline: Post-X2
Summary: Kitty never sees John smile.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kitty or John. I don't own Bobby or Rogue or any of the professors. I don't own X-Men. I don't own Blue October.
Author's Note: This is to the song "You Make Me Smile" by Blue October. Lyrics here. It's more inspired by it, though, than actually written to it, you know?
WARNINGS: Beware the fluffy bittersweetness of the story.


Smile

Kitty Pryde had only ever once seen St. John Allerdyce smile. He had sneered and smirked and snickered millions of times, but only once had she seen him with a true smile on his face. It was one of the few memories that she cherished and relished with all her being, even after Bobby and Rogue came back saying that he had left and hadn't come back before they had to leave.

They had been fighting again. They fought almost every single time they saw each other, though, so it wasn't really anything new. It had been just another normal fight. But that fight had ceased to be normal whenever John had abruptly changed his stance.

"You're not afraid of me, are you?" he had asked suddenly, a frustrated yet amused smirk on his lips.

She had always been one of the few people that wasn't afraid to stand up to him and yell at him. She had looked in his eyes, always without fear or anxiety, so she had been rather taken aback by the fact that it took him so long to realize it—or, at least, to voice that realization. "What?" she had snapped in surprise. "Why would I be afraid of you?"

He had shrugged at that and said, "I don't know. A lot of people are."

"Bobby and Rogue aren't," she had replied reasonably. "Neither are any of the professors."

"Professors don't count. And Iceman and Rogue are my friends, so they're not supposed to be afraid of me."

"Oh, I'm not your friend?" she had asked, raising an eyebrow.

For a moment, he hadn't been able to tell whether or not she was joking, but he had finally said, "Come on, Kitten, you know we're not friends. Don't joke around."

"Is that why I never see you smile?"

Her question had caught him off guard. He had never expected her to say something like that. "Smile? Why would I smile, Kitten?" he had wondered, leaning up against the wall lazily while sending her a short, curious glance. "What's there to smile about?"

She had never been able to understand his pessimism, and he had never been able to understand her optimism, so, when she had said, "What isn't there to smile about?" he had just looked at her like she was crazy and she had done likewise. After a moment of frustration, she had said, "Fine, John, be a pessimist for the rest of your life and never know happiness."

She had turned to leave, but he had grabbed onto her arm and pulled her back toward him, drawing her slightly too close for comfort. And, then, without warning, his head had swooped down towards hers, and he had captured her lips with his. The kiss had been too short in her opinion, especially because she hadn't responded during the first half from shock, and he had pulled away before she had even realized that she had been kissing St. John Allerdyce.

When her eyes had finally fluttered open, there had been a genuine smile on his face and a strange glint in his eyes. And he had whispered, barely loud enough for her to hear, against her lips, "You make me smile, Kitten," before kissing her again. She had responded quite immediately that time, welcoming his warmth to heal the sudden desperation that had appeared when he had pulled away the first time.

But, even though he had smiled at her that one time, she obviously hadn't meant enough to keep him there. He had left.