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We Can Explain...	By : Nemain Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Het - Male/Female Views: 2928 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-We Can Explain...
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- 5-6
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- 8-9
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- 10-11
- 11-12
- 12-13
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- 14-15
- 15-16
- 16-17
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- 19-20
- 20-21
- 21-22
- 22-23
- 23-24 (kind of short)
- 24-25
- 25-26
- 26-27
- 27-28
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We Can Explain Chapter Four (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply

A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE �, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta�just when I thought I
was safe, the theme to Cat�s Eye is back!
InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink, and Dracena get big duck kisses for
archiving/hosting. ProPhile, feel any
better? Readers/Reviewers: Thanks for
the feedback! *glomps UnknownSource
� And the platypi look mighty
suspicious� Oh, before I forget (again!), the Jean/Scott situation and Evan
will be touched on (so to speak�) again in this fic.

Kitty could
not sleep. She was tired beyond reason,
but she simply could not sleep. All of
her assuredness from earlier had evaporated with Kurt�s tale.[1]
_I was there when it started, _ she thought in consternation, _and it still
sounded like a lie! _ Part of her was eager
to hear what had happened with everyone else but the rest of her was slowly
filling with nervous dread. She paced
in her darkened room, the sounds of the mansion creaking and settling around
her scarcely registering as she thought furiously. _I should just go to the Professor now, ask him to scan me. I can�t ask him to scan all of us but if he
sees that I�m telling the truth, and that Kurt is� _ She paused,
frowning. Her fingers twisted in the
seam of her nightgown and she wondered.
_Is he telling the truth? I
don�t see why he wouldn�t be� _ �The problem,� she murmuredLockLockheed,
picking him up off the bed and tucking him under her arm before resuming her
trek to and fro, �is that the truth is subjective.� Her hip ached as she paced, a reminder of the previous
week. _No one would believe it if they
hadn�t seen it, _ she thought again.
Lockheed seemed to stare up at her accusingly. �Oh, you wouldn�t know,� she sighed, placing him gently back on
the bed near her pillow. �Don�t look at
me like that,� she ordered the stuffed dragon.
�You make me nervous.� She
resumed her pacing, her path taking her by the window. The moonlight flooded the grounds through a
break in the clouds she wondered if Storm was responsible for; �Truth is
subjective,� she repeated, pressing her fingers against the windowpane. �My truth and Kurt�s were together, but we
will say it differently��
Kitty
shivered in the slight chill seeping through the edges of the glass and turned
her back to it, facing the dark space of her room. �It�s not like,� she pondered aloud, �we haven�t done weird
things before. Our lives aren�t exactly
normal�� Her pacing started again and
she bit her lip. �It�s not like it was
our fault,� she said to no one, though she dimly realized she might be talking
to Lockheed out of childish habit and need.
�We couldn�t help it.� She found
herself standing with her hand on the cool brass of the doorknob. _I shouldn�t, _ she thought. _He might be up, but he doesn�t want to hear
it� _ Her fingers closed around the
knob and she paused. �No,� she said to
herself firmly. �I�m not going to go
whinging to the Professor. I�m telling
the truth and he�ll know it.� She frowned. �I�m talking to myself again.� Almost surreptitiously, she peered around
the room. �No Hindu gods this time[2]. Okay. Sanity is in place.� Kitty forced herself back to her bed and sat
down tensely before slowly laying down atop the comforter, facing the door with
an expression of utter concentration. _But
what if he doesn�t? What if even he
doesn�t believe us? It wasn�t our fault� _
She tucked Lockheed under her chin and forced herself to close her eyes
and keep them that way. _Stop being
silly. He�ll believe you. I hope.
_ As she finally drifted off to
an uneasy sleep, Kitty could not help but think of the tiny item tucked away in
her backpack, the one thing she swore she would not keep from their week�s
problems. _Kurt will understand, too�
_

Sam really
hoped Banshee was still gone with Logan as he knocked gently on Theresa�s door.
After what seemed like an interminable amount of time, the door cracked open
and one blue eye peered out. �What the
Hell do you want?� his sister demanded.
�I want to
talk to Theresa.�
�She�s
asleep. Like I was. Dork.�
She made to shut the door in his face but groaned as he shoved his foot
in the way. �Don�t make me hurt you,�
she hissed.
�Paige, c�mon,�
he said in low tones, trying to peer over her head into the room beyond. �Jus� lemme talk to her a second.�
�Paige,�
Theresa groaned from her bed, �let him in.
He�ll not shut up until ye do.�
Sam smirked
smugly and shouldered past his sister. �Hey,�
she cried softly. �That hurt!� She bent her arm awkwardly to examine a tiny
nick left by the still-rough wood of the doorframe, a spot Logan had missed in
the hasty construction of the new rooms.
�Watch it, ox,� she grumbled, shedding her outer layer of skin and
kicking it under the dresser as she trudged back to bed.
�Ew, Paige,�
Theresa began.
�I�ll get
it in the morning,� she promised on a yawn, crawling back under her covers.
Sam sighed
and smiled tightly at Theresa before turning to his sister. �Think you can find something to do for a
few minutes?�
�Yeah,
sleep.�
�I meant,
somewhere else?�
�Fuck that,�
she drawled, yawning again. �I�m going
back to sleep. I need rest.�
Theresa
rolled her eyes. �Just talk. She�ll cover her ears.�
Paige
groaned and flopped her pillow over her face.
�Better?� she asked in a muffled voice.
�Sing
something,� he ordered.
�WHAT?�
�Sing
something so you can�t hear us.�
�I am so
kicking your ass in the Danger Room,� Paige muttered darkly, then launched into
a very muffled and off key version of �Brand New Pair of Roller Skates.�[3]
�She knows
I hate that song,� Sam sighed.
�Look,
great as it is you comin� to see me an� all,� Theresa said quietly with a smirk
towards Paige, �I�m very tired��
�I know, me
too,� he soothed. �I just wanted to
make sure you were okay with havin� to tell �em all��
�We don�t
have to tell them that, do we?�
�Well, he�ll
know anyway.�
�But I don�t
want to announce it!�
�Theresa,�
he said softly, taking one of her hands in both of his, �I know it was weird an�
all, but it *is * the reason we got so�lost.�
�I wouldn�t
say lost. Just�misplaced,� she
sighed. �Fine. If you think it�s best��
�I don�t
know,� he admitted. �I just don�t want
everyone to know, you know?�
�I know,�
she said with a slight smile. �I�m just
glad my father isn�t psychic��
�Don�t say
that,� he groaned.
�Y�all done
yet?� Paige demanded through her pillow.
�I�m out of song and it�s hot under here.�
Sam rolled
his eyes. �Another five minutes,� he
said sweetly.
Theresa
snickered as Paige let out a string of curses and instructions as to what Sam
could do with her pillow if he did not vacate the premises. �We�ll just have to wait and see,� Theresa
murmured as Sam rose. �Maybe we can go
after Kitty.�
�If we�re
still allowed to talk after Kitty�s done,� he shuddered.�
�Don�t
remind me��

[1] No pun intended�*eg
*

[2] Shameless self
promotion. See �Shiva�

[3] By Melanie
or Rasputina. Both versions work,
lol. If you haven�t heard the song�well,
email me and I�ll send it to you, LOL.
It�s almost annoying but cute.
Kind of.
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