You Can Never Go Home Again By Shadowkitty

You Can Never Go Home Again
By Shadowkitty

Disclaimer: My third attempt at a fan fic in this genre (and the first one to make any sort of archiving. I have one completed story and one that is barely written but I have not gotten around to typing either of them. Anyways, just so you know what I'm doing, this story takes place right after where Pryde and Wisdom 3 finshes. All characters are owned by Marvel, yadda yadda yadda, no infringement intended.

1/?

It was cool in the hotel room. Kitty could feel the chill on her bare legs and arms as she laid in bed. It was not all that discomforting; on the contrary, it was rather nice. She had been playing asleep ever since Pete got out of bed ten minutes earlier. Barely a few minutes later he was sitting down to a breakfast of whiskey and a pack of smokes.

Breakfast of the Gods, Kitty sniffed as she thought to herself. She could see why he liked the whiskey but she could not understand what he found so wonderful about the cancersticks. She did not bother pestering him to quit because she knew damn well he would not. Cigarettes and alcohol were really the least of his problems. Evey day of their lives they faced threats that were more dangerous than cigarettes.

"Kitty, you're fooling no one with laying there..."

Kitty opened her eyes and sat up to face Pete, who was seated at the table in the small dinette since the couch was still overturned onto its side.

She got out of bed and walked to Peter. Besides having a cigarette and a glass of whiskey, he was also munching on a doughnut that had come from a small box that was sitting on the table. As she reached for a doughnut from the box, she tilted her head toward Pete and asked "how did you know I was awake?"

A coy smile crossed his face as he took a puff from the cigarette. "The snoring stopped."

Kitty's right brow arched slightly as the comment. Cute. Very cute. But definitely not worth bickering about. She decided to start a new topic. "Pete, last night, what I said before we...had sex, I really meant it. I mean, I haven't seen either of my parents in ages and I would really like you to meet them, that is, if we can find my dad. The last contact I had with him was with a message that he left on my machine. I sort of erased it when I accidently phased through my machine." She started to smile. "Anyway, I am sure you will find them refreshing; they are not that screwed up."

"I recall you said your mom might shoot me; you don't think THAT'S screwed up?" He took a sip of his whiskey while keeping his eyes on her.

"I said that they were not that screwed up. They are pretty screwed up, I mean, come on Pete, I come from a broken family. In America, the singer person is becoming the most popular family unit. My parents sent me to school when they split up. For me, it was like severing my ties with them. After that, I only saw them no more than six times, and spoke to them on the phone about the same amount of times. We were close, once...so..." She leaned closer to him. "How about it? It will be a delightful experience, I can assure you." She smiled again to push her case.

Pete put out his cigarette and sat it in the ashtray on top of the butts. He looked at her for a moment, a bit in thought. "The last time you said it would be a "delightful experience" I nearly got toasted by your little psycho monster."

Kitty smirked as she remembered the experience. She wante to go to the mainland with Meggan to go shopping. She had Pete watch Lockheed until she got back. When she returned, the place looked the same, but Pete was pretty messed up as he ranted and raved at poor defenseless Lockheed. "How can I forget." She would let him give into his delusions, for now. He was not hurting anyone by them.

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