Never Let You Go

Note: I was going to end this story on the previous chapter, but after several people asked for a third chappie, I have complied. This is it, people. No more on this story after this. Sorry. End, fin, erledigt, finis, etc. You get the idea…


"So, what do you think I should do?" Kitty and Kurt were lounging on an overstuffed couch in the living room. Kurt had one blue arm around Kitty's shoulders. Her head was resting on his chest. Kurt shrugged slightly. They were discussing Kitty's problems with family. It was going slowly.

"I don't know," Kurt murmured into her soft hair. Kitty had calmed down since she'd stormed into the mansion two days ago.

Kitty squirmed a little and readjusted herself against Kurt's chest. "Well, since I kinda left in such a, uh, storm the other day, they're probably worrying like crazy." Kitty sighed and put one of her arms around Kurt's waist. He squeezed her gently with his tail, which was wrapped around her middle.

"Ja. I'm surprised they haven't called the school or something. You should need to at least talk to them and tell them you're alvight."

Kitty snorted at the notion. "They probably haven't told anybody I'm gone and they don't want to come looking. Don't want people to find out I'm a freaky mutant who goes to the Xavier Institute. That would hurt their rep. God forbid," she added sarcastically.

"You're still being too harsh," Kurt chastised her softly. "Vhy don't you find out what's going on before assuming things?"

Kitty pouted a little and looked up into Kurt's calm face. "You mean, like, actually going home and talking to them?" Kurt nodded, and Kitty pouted some more.

"I really, really don't want to."

"Because you're embarrassed?" Kurt offered. "Ashamed?"

"Yeah. Ashamed to be their daughter. I still can't believe they never stood up for me," Kitty grumbled.

"They're not like you, Keety," Kurt reminded her. "They're not strong and alive like you are. Zat's all. They love you, and I'm sure they're sorry. They didn't mean to hurt you. They wouldn't do zat on purpose."

"What about my other relatives? My grandparents and aunt?" Kitty wondered. "They're still there, I bet. And they did mean to hurt me. I saw it in my aunt's eyes when she was talking about mutants."

"They won't physically hurt you, Keety." At least, I hope not, Kurt added mentally. "You just have to get past them."

"I don't think I can do this," Kitty muttered. "I mean, I have to confront my lousy parents, deal with my racist relatives, and somehow make everything work out? No one gets hurt? I don't see how I can do this. Like, if I see my aunt or something, I might get mad and lose my cool. That might not end well, you know?"

Kurt nodded thoughtfully. "Listen. I'll go with you for support, if you vant."

"Uh, no way, Kurt. My grandpa would probably pull out a gun and…yeah. My grandparents are reeeaaally bad around mutants. They believe everything they hear on TV. They think we're like a bunch of murderous, who-knows-what. They barely tolerated me."

"Good point. I could wait outside or something," he offered.

"You would do that?"

"Anything to help mein Katzchen."


Kitty stood outside her parent's house. The warm, soft light coming through the windows form inside gave her a little bit of comfort. These were her parents, after all. They still loved her. Kitty took a deep, calming breath and knocked gingerly on the front door.

In a nearby tree, Kurt was watching intently. He didn't want to be seen, and he was really just there in case things got ugly. He doubted it, but still…

Mr. Pryde answered. "Who's th—Kitty?" he cried in surprise. His face was hard to read. He seemed surprised, relieved. It was hard to tell.

When he stepped out onto the porch and nearly crushed her with a hug, Kitty guessed he was pretty happy to see her. "Hi dad," she replied, her voice wavering with emotion.

"God, Katherine. Where have you been? We were worried about you. You left and we weren't sure what happened, and…" he babbled on and on, relief showing on his face.

"Dad?" Kitty said, untangling herself from her father's grasp. "I need to talk to you. Can we go inside?"

Mr. Pryde nodded, his face shifting to something else. Uncertainty? Suspicion? He nodded and led her inside. Kurt leaned forward in the tree as Kitty and her father disappeared into the house. He couldn't see what was going on unless he kept tabs through a window. He nodded at the thought and bamfed next to one of the first-floor windows. Through it, he could see Kitty, Mr., and Mrs. Pryde sitting around a table. Kitty seemed very serious, diplomatic. It was unlike her, but Kurt liked it. She was standing up for herself and her mutant pride.

Kurt stepped back a little. He was just here to observe, not eavesdrop.

Inside, Kitty gathered herself, trying to avoid her parents' questioning, worried gazes. What was she going to say? Would they listen? Finally, she looked into their eyes and exhaled. You can do this, girl, she told herself.

"Listen, Mom, Dad, I need to talk to you guys about the other day," Kitty began nervously. She tried to hide the waver in her voice.

"Go on, honey," Mrs. Pryde urged. "We just want to know why you left. What happened?"

Kitty swallowed down her bitter emotions. She could feel someone else's eyes on her—her aunt's maybe? She glanced behind her and caught her grandfather's eyes. Well, someone was watching.

"Grandpa? Please leave," Kitty requested. The old man hesitated, then nodded after getting harsh looks from Kitty's parents.

"I left the other day because I…I overheard Grandma and Grandpa talking to you guys about me. About how they didn't want me here." Her parents both flinched, and Kitty read guilt roll across their faces. She went on, "I was really, really upset. You guys didn't do anything to defend me or tell them they were wrong." Kitty stopped because she was surprised how quickly the hurt and anger swept back over her. She bit back bitter tears and pressed on. "You guys always told me to be proud of whoever or…whatever I turned out to be, but you can't even accept me for what I am."

At this, Kitty stopped entirely. She felt like she might cry. Luckily, her parents intervened and both got up and hugged her. Her mother ran her fingers through her thick hair.

"Sweetie, sweetie. We're sorry. We didn't mean to hurt you like this. Your grandparents are very important to us, and we don't want to hurt our relationship with them, that's all. We are proud of you."

"That's not all," Kitty muttered in a half-sob. "You let Aunt Tanya slide when she was…was making remarks about me, and you never said anything to her or grandma or grandpa. How could you let them do that to me?"

Mr. Pryde sighed and hugged Kitty tighter. "Katherine, we can't control your aunt, or your grandparents. They may not be perfect, but they're our relatives and we have to accept them. Can you blame them for being wary of mutants? The news, the papers, everything is saying negative things that we know aren't true, but they don't live with you. They don't know what we know from living on the inside."

"Right," her mother added. "And if you want us to talk to them about their….childish behavior, we will, sweetheart. I'm so sorry you've been hurt. You know we love you very much as your parents and always accept you, mutant and all."

Kitty sniffed and hugged her mother back. "Just, like, talk to them, ok? I don't want to hurt my relationship with anyone either, but I'm gonna put up with that." Mrs. Pryde nodded.

"We will, Kitty. I promise." Kitty put one arm around her father, too. "Thanks guys." They all kind of stood there, entangled with each other for a minute or so before breaking away from the hug. Kurt frowned from his hiding place. He wouldn't be satisfied until he saw one of Kitty's parents go to talk with the other relatives. Eventually, Mr. Pryde went off to talk with them, wherever they were at. Kitty talked with her mother for a few more minutes about something, before Kitty got up, hugged her one last time, and headed for the door. Kurt immediately bamfed into the front yard and waited.

Kitty emerged a second later, a funny look on her face. She seemed peaceful, but there was still doubt written on her face. Kurt came up beside her and took her arm. "So, how did it go?"

Kitty gave him a sad smile. "Like, don't pretend you didn't sit outside and listen the whole time."

Kurt nodded, smiling guiltily. "Perhaps. I didn't hear much, through. Mostly vatched."

Kitty shrugged. "Well, we cleared some stuff up. Mom says she'll talk with my aunt after Dad talked to all of them about what they did. Dad seemed kinda worked up near the end, there. He might actually be pissed at them now. Anyway, whatever. Just as long as they work stuff out. I'm, like, not going to stick around and watch them fight."

"Seems like you did everything you needed to."

Kitty nodded, hesitating slightly. "I guess." Her voice sounded a bit disappointed.


"Like, they never gave me legit reason for not standing up for me. I mean, they said they were 'trying to preserve the family balance' and all, but that's not really good enough. I'm still going to talk to them later, like the next time I decide to call them. We're not through."

Kurt squeezed Kitty's arm. "Vell, you did something, got somevhere. That's a start."

Kitty rested her head on Kurt's neck. "Yeah, whatever, Fuzzy," she muttered, sounding tired. "Like, let's go home. I need to do something to get my mind off this stuff."

"I know just the thing."


Kurt kissed her gently on the side of the neck, caressing her softly with one fuzzy hand. "Oh," Kitty murmured. "That'll work just fine, thanks."

"I thought so," Kurt muttered, kissing her again.



Ok, now this story is officially over. Sorry I took my time updating the third chapter. I suffered writer's block for where to go with this story and it screwed me up for a while. Read—well, you've already done that—and review. Thanks guys!

-The Ember Raven