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Forever Yours: Whether I Like It or Not...	By : Tristatt Category: X-men Comics > Het - Male/Female Views: 3825 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men, nor do I own the characters from it. While the original characters and scenerios are my own, I do not own certain X-men related phrases and terms. I do not make money from this.

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Sorry, I am in the middle of vacation in Stowe, VT for the holiday weekend, so updating daily has been a bit tough for me, but I did have a little time to write something-

On another thought all together, is the not translating the German getting annoying at all? I find when I read alot of Japanese fictions, I look up the words and learn something new, but it was pointed out to me today by my partner in crime that no everyone shares my enthusiasm.

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            All the stalling in the world didn’t seem to make Logan get there any faster. Where the hell was he? An eternity had passed since he’d set the five minute limit with her, and she was running out of quirky comebacks to amuse the creepy man and his entourage.
“I was under the impression that you’d be dead by now.” Sinister had said, but Kate didn’t know if it was rhetorical or what.
“Uh, obviously not- You’re creeping around in my home.” Kate had successfully managed to back herself into a corner and now began making her way along the wall to the front window.
“I had my suspicions you’d be here, since you’re corpse was strangely absent from the dumpster where we left you.”
“So, what do you want with me?” Seemed like a logical question.
He laughed and Kate had to wonder what she’d said that was so funny, “I don’t want you,” he touched a frame on the wall and straightened it, “but I suppose I’ll need you.” He faced her again, his eyes fixating on her newly acquired features, “It seems that a certain mutant has taken a liking to you, and I doubt he’d leave you to die.”
“A mutant?” she started to deny any knowledge of such things, but then remember that the evidence was written all over her face: literally. “Well, I d-“
            The window beside her had shattered and the noise made her stick her arm out as if she’d tried to catch something she dropped; the sound reminiscent of shattering plates. A blur of leather and bloodied flesh was all that was visible in the chaos, and Kate’s instinct to catch whatever she imagined to be falling was over powered by her desire to escape captain creepy-pants and his phone-thieving groupies. Logan had gotten up, not acting any worse for the wear, but looking like he’d been butchered.
            “Can’t keep out of trouble, can you?” Logan wasted no time and placed himself between Kate and Sinister. She couldn’t help but hear the pieces of glass drop onto the carpet from him and had thought that stray glass had been falling off of his jacket, but the glass against the crème carpet was red – it was falling out of his skin. “Are you listening?” Logan looked back to see where her attention was. She snapped her head up, unaware he’d said anything at all, “Out the window, Now!” he yelled and gave her a rough push in that direction, turning his attention to the three whom had spread out. She put her hands on the sill, forgetting that glass was everywhere… and sharp and pointy, and sliced her hands open. A look of shock flew across her face, though what did she expect. She looked up at Logan who was talking, but she couldn’t focus on the words because her eyes were too fixated on the blades that came out from his knuckles. Suddenly, it made sense… the teddy bear DID have claws...
            She stepped out of the window, balancing herself and allowing her first foot through to place itself firmly on the front porch before transferring all her weight and sliding out. The commotion in the house started to pick up and Kate wasn’t going to stick around to see who’d win. 3:1 were not favorable odds- teddy bear claws or not. She made her way across the lot to Logan’s bike and hopped up on it, only to find the keys were gone. “Bastard.” She needed a new plan- and quickly. She figured she’d run – it was her best bet. So she took off in her oversized sweatpants, larger than life shirt – painfully aware of how disheveled she looked, but couldn’t have cared less at the moment. She turned the block and almost mowed over two people. She stopped herself and they gathered themselves and looked at her, “Watch where your- " the man had started but then something came over his expression and he wrapped his arm around his petit blond piece of ass and moved her around Kate. She receded back around the corner… her appearance skipped her mind; she was slightly frightening to look at, nowhere near cute as a smirf- so running down the street shouting “help!” wasn’t going to be an option. She’d wondered if Kurt ever ran into the problem.
            She felt an arm on her shoulder then, and had half hoped it was Logan, telling her everything was fine and that they could get far away from there – but it wasn’t. Instead, it was Scott and Jean, and she assumed the overly dressed person in the trench-coat was Kurt. Her emotions betrayed her – shock and horror fought for dominance, and it looked more like a teenager who got caught smoking pot by his or her parents, “You?”
“Yeah, us.” Scott had responded in a harsh tone.
“How?” she wanted to ask how they’d gotten there so quickly- but between Logan stopping to fill up at what felt like every other gas station, the eternity in her apartment with Sinister, and her indecisiveness as far as escaping, they’d have had plenty of time.
“Where’s Logan?” Jean asked, stepping in front of Scott and his attitude.
“I – I think he’s in trouble,” she was deciding what to do if they made her go help find him… bolt, “My apartment, someone was there.”
Ororo had come into sight and made her way to Jean. “We need to leave,” Worry in her eyes.
“What about Logan?” her worry matched Ororo’s right up until sirens came into earshot.
“He’s fine. But there’s” she looked at Kate, “this was a poor choice on your part,” Her tone was anything but pleasant, which had been to the contrary of what Kate had felt about her. She’d gotten the feeling she was accepting, understanding… but then again, Kate knew that even she didn’t understand the full extent of what was going on.
“I had to make it,” Kate explained looking up to see the motorcycle heading down the road, “just like now.” She shoved Jean into Scott and Ororo and ran back to where she had bumped into the two from earlier. This time, she ran right into the sub-shop on the corner and ran behind the counter. The man had only enough time you yell “What the fuck” before she ran through the red ceramic tiled kitchen in the back and out the side door. She entered out onto a small alley, barely enough shoulder room to maneuver between the neighboring buildings, and opened up t heavy black door into what she knew to be a residential building. She tried to rush the hydraulic door to close behind her; pulling against the mechanism which allows it to close safely and quietly. Once she had heard Jean say “in there” she opened the fire door to her left and raced up 11 flights of stairs; more like raced up 2 flights, slowed down up until the 5^th one, gasped and barely made it the rest of the way, until she came across a metal ladder that went from the floor to the ceiling. She had gone up the small latter and unhinged the lock that kept a small rectangular metal door secure. She pushed it open and the squeaky sound it let out echoed in the stairwell and made Kate’s ears itch. She neglected the discomfort and wormed her way through the hole in the ceiling and she the door behind her. She had hoped for some sort of lock on the other side - but found no such thing. It made sense; if you’re locking yourself up on the roof- nothing good could come of it.
“We meet again, fraulein.” A familiar voice purred. Kate, wide-eyed, looked up from the door to meet the yellow orbs that hers had matched. She collapsed on her butt and did a dilapidated form of the crab-walk backwards. “Where are you going to go?” He walked ahead of where she’d eventually end up and looked over the side, “Das ist a long way down.”
She made it to the shallow lip of the building and placed her hands on it and peered over the edge. “No.”
“No?” his face was filled with amusement and it pissed her off.
“I think I’ll be ok.”
“Ah, then by all means, allow me.” He pulled her up onto her feet and with the back of her shirt clenched in his hand, leaned her further over the side to take in the height. She held her arms out trying to grab something to pull herself back, but with his arm directly behind her, she couldn’t even use him as leverage.
“Ok, point taken.” She had it in her mind to say it calmly, but when it came out of her mouth it was frantic. He left her there a moment longer and even went so far as to release the back of her shirt; allowing her to fall forward, before catching it again. She screamed and then choked against the neck of her shirt once he’d caught it again. He tugged her back and she turned and clung onto him like a leech. He didn’t expect that reaction, especially since he’d been the one to push her over the edge, but there she was; holding onto the only thing she felt was stable.
He put his hand on the back of her head and held her. A pang of remorse had rushed over him. He was sure that his actions did lead her to leave the X-Mansion and though she had offered him forgiveness, moments later she had left him there alone, guilt-ridden. “Soll Wir?”
“Nein, nicht jetzt,” she mumbled into his chest, her mind was processing her clinging onto him for dear-life. She pulled away from him and looked at him. She couldn’t help but continue to be creeped out by him. His mannerisms, his voice, and the things he did – the way he was with her was intoxicating… but when she looked at him, he was a monster. And she knew that when he looked at her, he didn’t see the same thing. But she had felt inwardly betrayed by this, his adoration of her whether she was human or not – like he had nothing to lose if one day she was a female version of him.
She had zoned out into her mind long enough to arouse suspicion, “Where are you?” his accent bringing her out of mid-thought.
“On the roof, with you.” Duh.
He smirked for a moment, half wondering if what he’d said had gone over her head or if she was back to playing hard to get. “Close your eyes.” She looked at him distrustfully and was sure to not even blink. “Bitte.” He sounded so vulnerable, and though she didn’t necessarily understand the word he’d said, she understood the intent.
“Natürlich,” she couldn’t have said it with any less enthusiasm; or again for that fact because she had caught herself. She closed her eyes, not sure what to expect. Maybe he’d push her off the building?
His breath brushed her lips and she had parted them to say something, but he crushed his into her and didn’t leave any room for questions. He had gotten an arm behind her back, to keep her from escaping and the other hand under her chin to keep her head up.
This was the very instance of what she had meant when she found everything he did to be so – perfect; at times, but part of her; most of her, was hung up on the fact that at the end of the day he was blue, fuzzy, and had ‘glowy’ eyes.
She pushed it aside, much the way that Kurt pushed her tongue aside and helped himself under her shirt once her head had rolled back. Her hands went on the defense and tried to pull him off of her. He opened his eyes to see hers were still closed; despite her opposition. He withdrew from her and put some distance between him. She looked surprised, unable to say anything until she had caught her breath, “Why,” she inhaled, “what’s wrong.”
His smirk, which had yet to dissipate, only grew larger. “Nothing, leibchen,” the accent making ‘nothing’ sound like ‘nasing’.
“You stopped?” she had taken a step towards him.
“Ja, und?” He matched her steps and moved back to watch her uncomfortable with the distance.
“Why?” He question was interrupted by the door Kate had used being swung open and crashing onto the concrete roof-top.
It was Scott and Jean, and they didn’t look like they faired any better on the stairs. “You can run all night, but one way or another, you’re coming back,” Scott seemed a little pissed.
Impulsively, Kate decided to be oppositional and take a step backward toward the ledge again; where she’d been before. Kurt folded his arms, confident that she wasn’t about to do anything too stupid. That was until Kate took one up on the lip on the ledge, opened her arms, and sent herself backwards. “Verdammt,” Kurt cursed before he had Bamfed to save Kate from becoming a pancake. Kurt Bamfed back to the roof-top, empty handed.
“Did she?” Jean raced over to the side, her hand over her mouth trying to hold in the horror.
“No, fraulein,” he calmed Jean who had gone from 0-60 in less than a second. “she ‘ported to the sidewalk.”
“And you just let her go?” Scott was becoming more annoyed with her by the moment.
“Logan’s down there.” There was a collective “oh” that followed, as if it was universally understood that if Logan was at all involved with something, it was best to stay out of it.
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