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Bits and Pieces Chapter Five (NC-17)
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�You packing?�
�No, I
figured I�d just start storing my clothes in a suitcase. The dresser is too pretty to use.�
Rogue
snorted. �Sorry. I couldn�t stop the question before it came outta my mouth�� She
stepped into the room, picking up a short stack of sweaters and handing them to
Kitty as she neared the bed. �I guess
you decided to go to Chicago then?�
Kitty
sighed and paused in her packing, giving Rogue a distinctly harassed look. �No, I haven�t decided yet, not really. I did decide to take Emma up on her offer
though. She�s going to pay me to set up
the computer system at the Boston
school.� She shrugged, blushing slightly.
�I feel bad taking money from her, especially because I don�t really
need it right now, but I figure that I won�t always be so lucky and besides,
paying me seems to soothe her pride a little.�
The Goth
girl smirked. �Of
course� how much she offerin�?�

Kitty shrugged. �I didn�t ask� I was kind of embarrassed to
be taking money from her in the first place.�
She paused and frowned. �Did you
hear that?�
�Hear what?� Rogue raised both brows, her eyes flitting
from side to side as if expecting something to jump out at her from behind
Kitty�s armoire. �It�s probably just
construction on Jono�s fuckup downstairs.�
�No, it
sounded like��
A door
slammed somewhere downstairs. �GOD DAMN IT!�
�Like Jean,�
Kitty finished. She abandoned her
packing and strode through the door, followed by Rogue, slowed somewhat by the
fact she had to open the door to exit the room.
�She sounds *pissed*.�
Rogue
nodded. �Understatement of the century there , Kit�� Another
door slammed and both girls winced. �Damn�
what�s crawled up her ass?�
Jean
stormed into the foyer from the side hall and stopped dead in her tracks. She
turned and looked up at both of her friends, her eyes narrowed and fists
clenched at her sides. �Why don�t you
ask her?� she snarled.
�Ask what?�
Kitty sputtered, her face going a deep pink color as she recoiled slightly from
the banister where they had stopped on the steps.
�Ask her
what�s wrong instead of speculating,� Jean replied, her voice trembling
slightly. �I can hear you, you know,
even if you think I can�t. I can hear
*everything*!�
Rogue
started towards Jean, walking slowly down the stairs as if she were approaching
a particularly dangerous animal at the end of a particularly rotten piece of
rope. �Jean, we�re just wondering what�s
wrong with you. We�re worried about you��
�That�s
nice,� the older teenager replied snidely.
�Everyone is so worried that they don�t have time to help. I�m tired of being the responsible one� I need to rest!� She turned away and all but ran from the
mansion, the front door opening and slamming closed at her mental command.
Kitty let
out a low whistles, thumping down the stairs behind Rogue, letting her steps
fall ponderously as she stared after the departing Jean. �That wasn�t like her at all� do you think
she and Scott had another fight? Or
maybe school�s getting to her?� She
could not put her finger on it but something about Jean�s appearance had changed. Looking at the woman as individual parts,
Kitty could not pick one that was different or altered somehow but as a whole,
she knew that Jean had changed, apparently inwardly as well as outwardly.
�I don�t
know,� Rogue murmured, drumming glove-clad fingers on the polished wood of the
banister. �Want to find out?�
�I don�t
know,� Kitty said slowly, leaning over the banister and scowling at the closed
door. �She�s pretty pissed.�
�Oh, come
on� it�s not like she�s going to set us on fire or something��
�Good
point. I�m not leaving till tomorrow anyway�packing
can wait. After you,� Kitty sketched a
half bow, urging Rogue onward.
�Why me
first?� she asked in mock terror. �Why
don�t you go first?�
�Your idea,
you take the first hit.� Kitty laughed
at Rogue�s offended expression and pushed her gently forwards. �I�ll go first next time, I promise.�
�Right� you�ll
make sure next time we�re facing a cute fluffy bunny or something, not an angry
red head.�
�Pick your
battles wisely, Grasshopper.�

Jubilee
poked at the frozen crystals atop her dish of ice cream. �It�s too cold for this,� she muttered,
digging in valiantly with the plastic spoon the server had given her after some
argument. She was sitting at the metal
table outside Bayville Creamery, a local knock off of a larger national chain,
the yellow and white checkered cloth umbrella snapping overhead as the wind
picked up. The gray sky and damp spring air did nothing to improve Jubilee�s
mood, but the ice cream was making headway into the negativity, especially, she
found, if she closed her eyes and pretended to be back in Los
Angeles.
�Remy�s looking for you.�
She sighed
and opened her eyes to stare at Kurt, who had dropped into the seat across from
her silently. �Hello
to you, too.�
�He�s down
at the resale shop you like to go to,� Kurt continued, eyeing her gelato. �Is that pistachio?�
�Lime.� She took a
big bite, letting her eyes close again. �Mmmmm� Now if it were only eighty five degrees out
and the ocean were closer...and warmer��
Kurt
snorted softly. �Missing
LA?� He reached out and swiped a fingerful of her ice cream.
�Hey�that�s not too bad��
�Get your
own!� she admonished, swatting the back of his hand with her spoon. �It�s my comfort food.� She glanced down the street behind Kurt and
frowned again. �Damn it��
Kurt leaned
back as she scooped up her plastic bowl and spoon and hurried inside the ice
cream shop. A glance behind showed that
Remy was making his way up the street, peering into shops and alleyways. He had not seen them yet, Kurt realized,
standing up to follow Jubilee inside. He
found her sitting in a booth near the restroom, the furthest available space
from the door. She was hunched forward as if she were about to growl at him for
invading her space as he slid onto the plastic seat across from her, holding
his hands up in a �no harm meant� gesture.
�Jubes, what�s wrong? Why don�t you want to see Remy?�
�None of
your business,� she enunciated carefully, taking another defiant bite of ice
cream. �You worry about your problems, I
worry about mine.�
�You�re my
friend,� he said gently. �I want to
help.�
�You want
to help? You tell Remy that when he can act like an adult himself, he can have
a girlfriend.� She stood up, banging her
thigh against the table. �God DAMN IT!�
Kurt winced
as she left the ice cream shop in a huff, the bells on the door jingling
irritably behind her. Sighing, he
reached over and slid her bowl of ice cream towards himself, taking up the
spoon to finish off the half she had left behind. He heard the bells clang again and he
wondered if she had come back for the dish but the voice that filtered to his
ears made him freeze.
�I usually
don�t eat sweets.�
�Neither do it but I figured you might be tired of coffee by now��
Kurt
swallowed the mouthful of ice cream, hissing in pain as a headache bloomed to
life behind his eyes. _Mark? And MYSTIQUE? _
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