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Bits and Pieces Chapter Eighteen
Disclaimers Apply

A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
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It had been
three hours, Logan noted. Three
hours without seeing a doctor, a nurse, a janitor with a keen interest in
medicine� He stood and paced again, his booted tread making the nurses at the
station, the new shift with considerably less charm than the ladies who had
been on duty during their arrival, glare at him sharply. �What?� he snarled, crossing his arm over his
chest and cocking a brow. �Got a problem
with people who can walk?�
�Logan,�
Kitty murmured softly. �Don�t start a
fight.� She hid a yawn behind her hand and shook her head, closing her eyes
tightly. �These fluorescent lights are
hideous� Everyone looks like a zombie and they make my head hurt.�
Rogue
snorted, her eyes hooded with sleep. Logan
sighed and resumed his seat, squishing his body into the narrow plastic
furniture with a slight grunt of discomfort.
�Wish Cajun�d get back with the damned coffee��
�Ask an� ye
shall receive, mon ami,� Remy replied, rounding the corner with two Styrofoam
cups of steam brown liquid in his hands. �De machine say it caf� mais it lie
like a rug.� He handed one cup to Logan
and took a long drink from the other, wincing theatrically. �C�est chaud.�[1]
Logan
made an incoherent noise that might have been thanks or might have been
acknowledgement of Remy�s presence as he downed the coffee in one long
gulp. �If that�s coffee,� he said finally, �it did
something very wrong in a past life.�
Kitty
laughed tiredly, rubbing her eyes with her finger tips. �I wish they�d tell us something� Scott won�t
let anyone else sit with her and he has to need a break by now. He hasn�t eaten yet and all he�s had to drink
is some of that vile coffee�� She leaned
forward, craning her neck to see into Jean�s room. �I wish� damn it.�
A small
scuffle near the elevator bank made them all look up sharply. Voices tangled and meshed, never rising about
a low murmur in deference to the hospital atmosphere. A few seconds later, the group from the
Institute rounded the corner and stopped just inside the waiting area. Kurt broke away from Jubilee and headed for
Kitty�s side. �Katzchen, I�m sorry about earlier,� he said in a rush. �I didn�t want to fight with you��
�Shhhh,�
she sighed, taking his hands as he reached for her face. �We can talk later, baby. Right now, we�re still waiting to hear about
Jean.� She moved down the hall way
towards the broken water fountain, just a few feet from their friends but far
enough to give a false sense of privacy.
�Liebes,�
he murmured, leaning close to press his forehead lightly against hers, �I�m
sorry I snapped like that� you didn�t deserve it��
�I snapped
back, you know,� she replied. �But
really, sweetie, this isn�t the time or place� we can talk when we go back to
the house later.�

�But�� he trailed off, then sighed. Kitty was giving him one of her determined
looks, one that said she was not going to talk about it until she was damned
good and ready. He kissed her forehead,
the tip of her nose, then her lips very lightly. _Screw it, _ he thought. _I have to say it. _ �I miss you,� he finally said softly. �Even when you�re with me, it�s like you�re
somewhere else��
Kitty
groaned softly. �Kurt��
�I know, I
know� I couldn�t help it,� he replied, only vaguely irritated. He ran his fingers lightly from her wrists to
her shoulders then back down. �How�s
Scott holding up?�
�No idea,�
she said, glancing past Kurt towards Jean�s room. �He hasn�t come out since he first went in
and no one else is allowed in. One
visitor at a time and all��
Kurt rolled
his eyes slightly. �That is a dumb rule.� Mark�s voice carried, something about the
mess at the Institute, and Kurt frowned deeply.
�He�s up to nothing good,� he muttered, his eyes darkening in
irritation.
�Huh?� Kitty tilted her face back, breaking the
contact with Kurt�s head. �Why do you
say that?�

�Long story,� he sighed,
turning to glare pointedly at Mark. �And
it makes no sense whatsoever.� His tone
bore a slight growl, his entire body tensing as he looked on the librarian.
�Kurt,
please,� Kitty murmured, knowing an impending outburst when she saw it. �Let�s go down to the vending machines. I want a diet soda.�
He bit his
tongue, holding back a snarky comment about her distraction techniques. �Fine.
Let�s go.�

Jubilee
watched them leave with a cocked brow of interest. �What�s with Ozzy and Harriet?�[2]
Logan
shrugged. �He had a hissy
fit about something she�s doing, she had a hissy fit
about his hissy fit� They both need Midol.�
The former
gymnast snorted. �That�s not nice.� She glanced past him at Mark and Remy,
standing relatively near each other, propping up the wall with the lung cancer
posters, both of them fingering unlit cigarettes wistfully. �Between the two of them, I think I�m gonna
have to invest in migraine medicine.�
She sighed and leaned back in the chair, letting her head loll onto Logan�s
shoulder. �I never thought I�d say this
but� thank whatever god is listening that you�re sane!�
Logan
nearly choked on the dregs of his coffee.
�What?�
�Nothin�,� she yawned.
�Just promise me you�ll never get a dusting fetish, okay?�
�Any news?�
Professor Xavier�s voice broke the muttered conversations, the wheels of his
chair so silent on the linoleum floor no one had heard him come from the
elevators. He scanned the group visually
and sighed. �Sorry. Silly question. Doctor McCoy,� he was careful not to say
Beast, �tells me that Doctor Fogle is on her case.
Has anyone seen him since admissions?�
Logan
shook his head, standing and dislodging Jubilee. �Nope. Not hide nor hair� I was thinkin� of
raising Cain and lookin� for him myself soon.�
�No need,�
Professor Xavier murmured, his gaze focused on something down the hallway
behind Logan. �I think we�re about to get our answers��

[1] It�s hot

[2] Old TV
show about the quintessential fifties family, Ozzy
and Harriet being the parents.
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