Bedroom Conversations


Summary: A series of conversations between Kitty and John, in the bedroom. Chapter 1: Kitty has a nightmare and finds out the hard way who has the room below hers. Pre-X2.
Timeline: Will span pre-X2 to post-X3.
Disclaimer: All things recognisably X-Men aren't mine - I just like making up my own stories.
Author's Note: Originally written in 2006. There are 9 chapters in this, part fluff and part angst. This first chapter is pretty fluffy.


Chapter One

She ran as fast as she could, phasing through everything in her way, hoping that by running through walls she could stall whatever was chasing her. But it was gaining on her, and her legs were burning with pain. Kitty could almost feel the creature's hot breath on her neck, and she stifled a scream, not being able to afford the release of air. A clammy hand clamped down on her shoulder and she shrieked, phasing through the floor to escape...

Kitty fell on something with a soft thump and opened her eyes, looking around wildly. It took her a few minutes to get her bearings, still upset by her nightmare.

She realised that she was sprawled on a bed, and it wasn't her own bed. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness in the room, and she noticed that it wasn't hers.

Scrambling off the bed, she stood in her pyjamas and tried to figure out whose room she was in. Who had the room beneath her?

Her question was answered for her when the door opened and John Allerdyce flicked the light on.

They stared dumbly at each other for a moment, surprise written over both of their faces. It was John who recovered first, flicking his lighter with a smirk on his face.

"Y'know, if you wanted to get into my room, all you had to do was ask."

"I..." She shook her head, and her voice faded. The images of her nightmare were still vivid in her mind, and the feeling of being hunted hadn't gone away. Before she could stop herself, a tear slipped down her cheek.

John swore and crossed the room to her. "Jeez, Kitty, I didn't mean...what's wrong?"

"I...I had a..." She tried to get the words out, but her throat felt strangely tight. "I'm scared," she finished in a whisper.

Wordlessly, he grabbed the chair at his desk and placed it next to his bed. "Sit down," he told her. He reached over to place his lighter on his bedside table, and then stretched out on the bed, hands under his head.

Kitty obeyed and focused on steadying her breathing, aware that John was watching her. She blushed, feeling embarrassed at having phased into his room in the first place, and now acting like a frightened little girl in his presence. She didn't want him to think that she was some silly little kid. So far, though, he had been strangely nice to her. Not at all as sarcastic as he usually was.

"So," John said once she had calmed down a little. "What's gotten you so spooked?"

"I had a nightmare," she answered with a shiver. "Something was chasing me, and when I woke up...I was here."

"Fair enough."

There was silence again. Kitty glanced over at John and saw that his eyes were closed.

"Uh, John?" she said tentatively.

"What?"

"Why...why are you just letting me stay here?"

He opened his eyes and looked at her. "Do you really want to be alone?"

She shook her head, blinking wide eyes at him.

"Well, that's why." John rolled onto his side so he could see her properly. "I know what it's like to get scared and have nobody there."

"Thanks," she said softly. She wanted to ask him what could possibly have ever frightened him, but decided against it. A smile crossed her lips. "And thanks for not making any stupid jokes."

"What, about you being such a scaredy-cat?" he grinned. Kitty laughed, pulled the pillow out from under his head and whacked him with it, kneeling up on the chair.

"Shut up," she said, trying to glare at him, but failing completely.

"Make me," he replied, and he grabbed the pillow and pulled. Kitty lost her balance on the chair and tumbled onto the bed as John rolled out of the way.

She phased the pillow out of his grasp and used it to swat at him again, still laughing. Then she dropped it on his head and lay back, tucking her hair behind her ears.

John pulled the pillow off his face. "Move your head," he said to Kitty. She complied, and he replaced the pillow underneath them. They sank back and lay there in silence.

"Are you okay now?" he asked after a while, managing to sound genuinely caring and bored and tired all at the same time.

"Yeah," she answered. "I think I'm okay to go back to sleep."

"Turn the light off when you leave, then," he said, closing his eyes again.

"Okay." Kitty slipped off the bed and padded over to the light switch. "Thanks for not leaving me alone," she said as she flicked it.

"Anytime," came his reply.

She smiled and began to rise up to the ceiling.

"Oh, Kitty," said John, making her pause and look down at him.

The smirk on his face widened as he said, "I always knew you'd share my bed someday."

Kitty blushed and phased quickly back into her own room. Something told her that, although he had been joking, there was some element of truth in his words.

There were no more nightmares for her that night.