Quixotic

Quixotic Chapter Twenty (NC-17)




Quixotic Chapter Twenty (NC-17)

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whatwhat?” Kitty pinched the bridge of her nose and
exhaled loudly. “No, don’t say it
again. I’ll scream if you say it
again.”

“Half-Pint,
we know exactly where he is…It’s just a matter of catching him.”

“Don’t,”
she said shortly.

“Kitty,”
the Professor began, but paused as he gazed at her in deep consideration. “Alright.
Two hours…”

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to project.”

“Quite
alright. Two hours then I send out
Logan.”

Logan
arched a brow. “I’m the boogey man
now?”

Kitty
half-hugged her foster father and sighed.
“Just chief mutant wrangler. You
said you know where he is,” she said, turning to face the Professor over
Logan’s shoulder. “How far is he?”

“The
western woods, just over the fence. His
thoughts are muddled and I can sense that he’s in pain…”

Logan made
a soft hissing noise of sympathetic pain.
“That fence is electrified.”

Kitty
winced, stifling any other noise she would have made. “I’ll be back in an hour.”
She made a mental note to get burn cream from the infirmary before
setting off. “How upset is he? Can you
tell? I mean…is he…is he still in his
head somewhere?”

Professor
Xavier smiled kindly. “He’s in there,
Kitty. Kurt wouldn’t hurt you for the
world.”

“It’s not
Kurt I’m worried about. It’s whoever’s
along for the ride.”

“He is
manifesting heroic personalities. Not
one of them would hurt a woman, much less one he considers his true love.”

Kitty made
it to the door before she turned back and asked, “Professor, tell me the
truth…is Kurt…sick? Is he ever going to
be Kurt again?” She closed her eyes,
bracing herself for the worst, her insides quaking with fear and nausea. “If he doesn’t…I’ll love him anyway, but I
have to know…”

Professor
Xavier and Logan exchanged wary glances.
“Kitty,” the Professor began, but paused for a long moment. “Kitty, I cannot lie to you. I do not know if this is permanent or
not. I doubt that it is. I truly believe that, once he works out
whatever internal conflict he has going on, he’ll be right as rain again.”

“Right as
rain,” Logan echoed encouragingly.

“Promise?”
“Kitty…”

“Right. No promises. Okay. I’m going to get my
boyfriend out of a tree…”



Kurt nearly
missed her coming through the woods.
She was wearing a dress the likes of which he had never seen before, far
too much flesh exposed for the bitter cold weather. Instead of her hair down, she wore it in a strange knot and
instead of sweetness and light, her face looked decidedly stormy. “Liebes,” he breathed, shaking so hard he
was having trouble holding onto his branch.
So sleepy, he thought to himself, forcing his eyes to stay open. “Liebes!” he said a little louder, making
her pause.

Kitty
shivered, the dress she had borrowed from Paige this time far too long and far
too thin for the weather and occasion.
She had managed to head off Scott and Jean by telling them the Professor
sent her out, but she knew they were not far off, waiting for her to cry out or
something. The basket of food under her
arm lent a surreal, Grimm brothers air to the situation as she turned a slow
circle in what was obviously Kurt’s hiding spot. Clumps of blue fur decorated the bark of the tree to her left,
and small shreds of fabric were stuck to a scrubby bramble bush between the
pines. “Kurt? Kurt, it’s just me. I have food…” She opened the lid of the basket to let the smell waft out as she
held her breath, the odor of so much meat nauseating to her sensitized stomach.[1]

Saliva
pooled in Kurt’s mouth at the scent of food.
His stomach gave a sharp lurch and growl as he tried not to fall at her
feet, literally. Kitty was directly below
him, looking up at the next tree, unable to see him yet because of his natural
tendency to blend into the shadows.
“Katzchen,” he said softly, his voice draining his strength. “Up here…”

Kitty
craned her neck and squinted. “How’d you...Damn it. Can you get down?”

“Such
language,” he murmured. “I’m afraid I’m
rather stuck her for the moment. I’m
having a passing…illness.”

She
frowned. He was seriously deprived of
nutrition, she knew because it had been nearly six hours since she had last
procured food for him. All that
running and porting… He’s on empty… “Are you sure you’re stuck?”

“Very,” he
admitted with a rueful sigh.

She looked
down at her skirt then up at the rough branches. “Stay there…I’m coming up!”
She was not sure, but Kitty thought he might have laughed under his
breath. Her first reach fell short of
the nearest branch by a good six inches.
She gritted her teeth and jumped this time, her fingers brushing the
bark briefly. “Damn it!” she
growled. Fiercely, she tucked her skirt
around her hips, leaving her legs bare above her sneakers for lack of
tights. I love him so he isn’t going
to die for this… She jumped again
and this time grasped the branch. “Ha!”
she cried out. Kicking in the air for a
moment, she managed to swing one leg over the branch before having to stop for
breath. “You okay still?”

“Okay? I’m…here.”
He was ashamed. He was the one
supposed to be rescuing her, not the other way around. “Bitte, Kitty…don’t come up. I’ll be down in a moment.”

“Don’t,”
she grunted, kicking her sneakers off and shuddering even harder in the cold, “even
start. I’m coming up to help you down…” Belatedly, she realized two things. She had left sustenance on the ground and
she had no idea how to get out of a tree.
The one time she had ever climbed a tree was inrth rth grade, and Lance
had “helped” her down with a shove after she refused to kiss him in front of
Jimmy Robertson. No matter, she
sighed inwardly, gravity’s on our side on the way down. It’s the up part that’s gonna kill me. The next branch was again out of normal
reach and she lacked Kurt’s agility and skills. She would have to jump for it and she knew that, even from such a
short distance, the fall would definitely be painful.

Kurt drew
in a shaking breath and stretched timidly.
“I’m coming down, Liebes. You
just get back to the ground. You’re not
used to the trees like I am…”

She had no
idea the effort if cost him to sound so jovial but she would be damned if he
hurt himself trying to show he was not weak.
“If you move one more inch, I’m never kissing you again!”

Kurt looked
down at her, five feet below him and balanced precariously on a branch with herirtsirts up, legs bare and looking like some wood nymph gone mad. “Liebes…”

“Unless the
next words out of your mouth are ‘I love you, Kitty,’ I don’t want to hear it!”

“Ich Liebe
dich,” he sighed. It would be nice to
rest a little, he decided, leaning back against the trunk of the tree.

Kitty
silently cursed her primate ancestors who evolved to lack prehensile toes. The remaining distance between her and Kurt
was covered slowly, her cold extremities making it difficult to function
properly as she closed the gap.
Finally, she sat one branch below him, shivering and glaring. “Okay, baby, now you can move…” Unexpectedly, Kurt rolled to one side,
unconscious from lack of food and rest.
Kitty shrieked sharply and tried to grab for him in an astounding
exercise in futility. She managed to
overset her self and go tumbling down after him, smacking two branches on the
way down. The landing was hard and
knocked the wind out of her even as it seemed to awaken Kurt. “I meant…” she panted after sucking in a great,
painful lungful of air, “move towards me.
And slowly.”

“I am
mortified,” he sighed. “I am the worst
protector…”

“Klappe,”
she said, knowing he would not mistake that for anything else. “Don’t move…” Painfully, she rolled to her hands and knees, ignoring the sound
of their friends crashing through the woods towards them. “Just…don’t move.”

Jean
appeared between the trees, followed closely by Rogue. “Kitty!”

“Shut up
and hand me that fucking basket,” she bit out.
She was freezing, battered and wearing a torn dress that she would have
to help fix. Kitty Pryde was now in a
foul mood, officially speaking. “Call
of the dogs,” she added, rising to her knees and pulling herself up courtesy of
Rogue’s leg.

“Huh?” The Southern girl batted her away out of
habit. “We’re looking for… Hey, Kurt!”

“No,” Kitty
said sharply, still breathing hard from her landing. “Leave us alone.”

Jean
frowned. “Kitty…”

“I’m
snapping him out of it!” she growled. “Go
tell the Professor I’m not making it back in an hour.”

 







[1] A lot of
vegetarians I know get physically ill at the smell of a lot of meat if they’ve
been veg for a while.