Note: Sorry this one took so long to put up. I didn't want to post it until I at least had the next chapter started. Anyway, not much more to say. Keep reviewing, it's what makes me want to keep writing. Hope you enjoy. Thanks.
If You Pardon, I Will Mend: Part 7
Kitty lay awake in her bed; her stomach turned with the nauseous feeling that comes with lack of sleep. It was done. That night she had phased into each of their rooms and placed the appropriate pheromones on each of them. No turning back now, she thought with a sigh. Sunlight had begun to filter into her room. She pulled the fluffy pink down cover over her head to hide herself. She tried to force herself to get a little sleep, but she was too excited. Whenever she closed her eyes, she saw images of Jean and Scott snuggled up together, watching the movie last night. Kitty had chosen "Shakespeare in Love" but Evan, being the birthday boy, was given his choice. So she had watched in agony as Jean and Scott cuddled through "The Matrix." A slow grin spread across her face as she mentally replaced Jean with herself. It's my turn today, she thought with a small yawn.
Jean sat at the kitchen table concentrating very hard on the Lucky Charms, which floated in the air before her. She was dressed in green running shorts and a black tank top. She always got up early to go running, she had considered asking Rogue to join her this morning, but when she had gone into the girl's room to try and wake her, she had received a pillow in the face. Maybe tomorrow, thought Jean with a grin as she mentally separated the marshmallows from the rest of the cereal. It was her favorite thing to do, both because the marshmallows were very tasty, and it annoyed the hell out of Kurt to find the Lucky Charms wellcharmless. Maybe she'd save him some this time, she munched a purple horseshoe, but probably not, she thought.
"Mornin' Red," Logan yawned as he shuffled into the kitchen with a hot cup of coffee in his hand. Black and strong, just how he liked it.
Jean waved her hand in response, not wanting to tear her concentration away from sorting the cereal, which hung in the air before her. It was a very delicate matter, and Ororo would not appreciate another box of cereal ending up on the floor. Jean cringed slightly as she recalled the talking to they had gotten about the food fight. Storm was calm as ever, but Jean swore she heard a distant rumble of thunder. Rule number one, don't make Storm angry. A marshmallow dropped to the floor due to Jean's lack of concentration. She focused on them, leaving her previous train of thought.
Logan settled down at the table across from her and took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of his rich coffeebut with his acute sense of smell, he picked up something more. He narrowed his eyes as he tried to figure it out. He felt a cold, clammy feeling overcome him, and his pulse quickened. He took another sniff of the air and found himself staring at Jean.
Jean had finished sorting the cereal and was now at work eating a bowl entirely composed of marshmallows. She slurped up a pink balloon and slowly raised her eyes. She was met by Logan's intense gaze. His eyes were so focused on her, she shivered a bit.
"What," she said quietly, not wanting to break his trance like state. She took a quick look over her shoulder, what was he looking at? Then his eyes locked onto hers and she knew that it really was she that he was looking at. Then he started projecting.
Jean rose quickly from her chair at the images that entered her mind. She was at a loss for words. Suddenly she felt very uncomfortable. This is not happening, she thought.
But it was. Logan grinned slyly and rose from his chair with the quick decisive movements of a predator stalking it's pray.
"Logan," Jean said slowly as she backed up.
Logan just grinned and took a deep breath.
"Logan!" Jean snapped, trying to break him out of the state he was in. But he kept moving forward. Jean used her telekinesis to hurl the bowl of marshmallows and milk at his face.
It hit him squarely in the face. The bowl fell to the floor in a clatter and he shook his head and quickly wiped the soggy marshmallows from his face. Jean stood before him with a frightened, confused look on her face.
All he could smell was the milk dribbling down his face. "Jeannie, oh, God" he said as he backed up. "I'm so sorry, kid, I don't know what came over me." As the milk dripped off his face he caught another whiff of her scent. Suddenly he realized that he had to get out of there, now. He clapped his hands over his nose and pushed by Jean to leave the kitchen. He raced out the front door of the house and began to head toward the woods. What the hell had he just done? He thought as he remembered the images that had danced in his head. Christ! She was like a niece to him, he was old enough to be her father, maybe even her grandfather. He let loose a wild growl and in a blind rage unsheathed his claws and began tearing his way through the woods.
"Ah'm sorry bout the pillow, shugah," Rogue said as she strolled into the kitchen. Jean was sitting at the table; at her feet were a bowl, a bunch of marshmallows and a small pool of milk. Rogue walked to the other side of the table to face Jean. She cocked her head to the side and stared inquisitively at the redhead. "Uh, earth to Jean?" Rogue said playfully as she waved a hand in front of Jean's blank face.
Rogue finally gave up and went over to the toaster to make a delicious pop tart breakfast. She had sneaked them in the cart when Storm took them all grocery shopping last night. She placed her hand on the cool, metal toaster and ran a finger along it. Carefully, Rogue unplugged the cord and lifted the toaster eye-level to her.
Jean glanced over at Rogue, who was now rubbing her cheek against the outside of the toaster. Jean furrowed her brow. "Rogue?" she said slowly.
Rogue placed a quick kiss on the toaster and turned to Jean, a huge smile gracing her usually dour face. "Yes Jean?"
"Are you, um, feeling ok?"
"Yes, in fact, I've never felt better," Rogue cuddled the toaster and took a seat across from Jean at the table.
"Yeah," Jean replied in disbelief.
"'Morning everybody," Kitty said in a cheery voice as she danced into the kitchen. "What's up?" she asked with a silly grin as she plopped down in one of the chairs.
"Oh, nothing much," replied Jean. "Logan is having pornographic thoughts about me and Rogue is in love with the toaster."
"What?" Kitty asked, trying her best to sound surprise. She still felt a little guilty about making Logan fall for Jean, but she knew he would never act on it. If she had paired him with Storm, she didn't know if he would have been able to restrain himself. Besides, Storm and Beast had taken the Blackbird down to Washington to listen to the Professor address the Senate.
And the toaster thing with Rogue, Kitty had planned that one. She snickered to herself as she watched Rogue cuddle the appliance. She had thought it best that Rogue be enamoured with an inanimate object so as not to harm anybody with her mutant power.
Now Rogue was pressing the toaster to her face and whispering sweet nothings in it's, uh, ear? Kitty couldn't contain herself anymore. She burst into a fit of giggles.
Jean eyed her suspiciously. She knew something. "Kitty, what exactly is going on here?" Jean narrowed her eyes and questioned the girl directly.
Kitty paled and tried her best to keep an appearance of innocence. She thought she was going to be forced to give an explanation, but she was saved when *he* walked into the room.
Suddenly Jean had lost all interest in Kitty's response. She focused her eyes on him. He moved gracefully into the kitchen, a beautiful smile gracing his face. His slightly disheveled just rolled out of bed look caused Jean's heart to pound. "Kurt" she sighed in a dreamy voice.
"Uh, gutenmorgen, Jean," Kurt replied politely.
Jean flashed a breathtaking smile. Kurt gulped and averted his eyes in embarrassment. He walked over to the table and picked up the box of Lucky Charms. He took a quick look inside and groaned. "Come on, Jean! Why do you always have to hog all the marshmallows?! Everybody knows that ze marshmallows are the tastiest!" He wined. He turned to find Jean's face an inch from his own. "Ah!" He cried as he leapt back.
Kitty watched in interest as Jean moved toward him, backing him up against the sink. Rogue was too preoccupied with the toaster to notice what was happening.
"I can make you some breakfast," Jean suggested eagerly. "Pancakes, waffles, French toast, an omelet, eggs Benedict, sausage, oatmeal, bacon" Jean trailed off as she noticed Kurt's look of astonishment. "Or," she quickly added, "I could go to the store and buy you some more Lucky Charms. Yes!" Cried Jean. "That's what I'll do. I'll run to the store and get you some."
"Run, do you mean actually run there?" Kurt asked.
Jean nodded her head vigorously.
"But the store is miles away," Kurt said.
Jean shrugged her shoulders and giggled, "Anything for you, Kurtty." She kissed him quickly on the cheek and bounced out of the room.
"Kurtty?" he echoed in disbelief as a blush showed itself through his blue fur. He slumped down into a seat beside Rogue. He turned toward her and suddenly, his breath caught in his throat. She was gorgeous. How had he never noticed this before? He got up from his chair and bent down before her on one knee. He gently reached for her gloved hand and kissed it gallantly. "Never before have I seen such beauty as yours," he whispered in all sincerity.
Kitty raised her eyebrows in surprise. Who knew Kurt was such a romantic? She wondered. Rogue barley flinched as he spoke. She clutched the toaster even tighter.
"My love," continued Kurt, "I beg you to join me in a stroll through the woods. My day would be brighter than the beams of a thousand sunshines if I were permitted to be in the presence of your lovely self."
Rogue frowned in annoyance. "Leave us alone," she said as she ripped her hand away and ran from the room, toaster in her arms.
"Wait!" Cried the devastated Kurt. "My lady!" he yelled as he exited the room, leaving Kitty alone at the breakfast table.
Kitty sipped her orange juice reflectively and grinned as all was going according to plan. She heard the scuff of a footstep behind her, and turned in her chair to see Scott standing in the kitchen doorway. He was in a plain white shirt and a pair of baggy, light blue pajama pants. His hair stuck up at odd angles and his cheeks were slightly flushed.
Kitty hesitated, suddenly afraid that this would not work. "Good morning, Scott," she said.
A slow smile spread across his face as he walked over to her. He bent down and kissed her on the top of her head. "Good morning, Kitty."
She felt ready to melt right through the floor. This was too good to be true. He sat down in Jean's vacant chair, right beside Kitty. He smiled and reached out to brush a tendril of hair from her face. He gently took her hand in his. "Aye, me, would that I were a glove upon your hand," he quoted as he clasped it warmly.
Kitty blushed and giggled. Shakespeare sure knew his stuff. This was going to be the best two days of her life, she realized with a blush.
"Would you accompany me to the party tonight?" Asked Scott.
"Aren't you going with Jean?" Kitty asked coyly.
"Who will not change a raven for a dove?" quoted Scott once more.
Kitty blushed again and nodded her head in agreement. She was in heaven. How could she possibly let go of him? She resolved to worry about that later, when the time came.