Title: Because I Got High
Rating: NC-17 Overall
Additional Pairings: Lance/Kitty, one-sided Todd/Lance, future others
Summary: Scene 9, in which Kitty rips Lance a new one. Kitty and Pietro played by my beloved idgiebay
while I play Lance.
Disclaimer: Closest-thing-to-bishounen-America's-got Kurt and the lovely and amazing Toad-Boy belong to Marvel, the WB, and probably bunches of other wonderful peoples. So do anyone else mentioned herein. I don't own them, I'm just a klepto who intends no harm and will return them when I'm done. Please dun hurt me.
SLASH DISCLAIMER: This...is...SLASH. Ever seen Boy Meets Boy? That's what this is, only in this case it's Elf meets Toad. If the thought of boys loving boys (and kissing boys and touching boys etc. etc.) makes you make little sicky noises, you probably want to go somewhere else.
The schoolyard is a light din of activity during lunch the next day. Kids laughing, talking, calling to friends across the campus, all make up a steady layer of noise that strangely doesn't seem to intrude on their own small group, making only a background impact on the heavy silence that stretches between the Brotherhood members. Lance scowls across the campus, wondering if he should go find an X-Geek to pick on to improve his mood. Of course, he knows which X-Geek he'd want it to be... Things between he and Todd have been pretty much fucked since last night, and Lance wishes he'd had a bit...okay, a LOT longer to take out his frustrations on that fuzzy bastard. He's trying really hard not to blame Todd, which means someone else has to be at fault, leaving only one obvious candidate.
He regards Todd out of the corner of his eye. The boy's kneeling nearby, his expression similar to the one that's probably on Lance's face right now, an irritated scowl, directed at the ground. Lance turns away, scowl deepening. He feels justified in doing what he did; what they were doing would have lead to a world full of trouble, no way around it. He has to protect his teammates, even when they're acting like asses. But that doesn't stop the hints of guilt starting to gnaw at his stomach. All he can hope for is that he didn't strike a permanent blow to the friendship they've built up.
Oh joy, just what they need...the X-Geeks come into view, sitting down at their usual table, talking and laughing casually. Briefly Lance wonders over the new guy standing beside the table (Another one? What, do they just pop up out of the fucking ground?), then his eyes fall on the fuzzball, who's staring at his food tray, uncharacteristically quiet, for once. Lance smirks to himself; at least the punk's suffering.
At the lunch table, Kitty idly pokes at her food while Evan incessantly jabbers next to her, going on about the cafeteria and their recent lack of 'moo juice.' Feigning interest, she continually sneaks glances at the Brotherhood and this time finds Lance's eyes trained in her general direction. She smiles slightly, considers waving, but his countenance is hardly friendly and following his line of sight reveals his scowl to be focused on Kurt, anyway. Disappointed, she sighs, gaze resting on her teammate: he hasn't touched his food, only opening his mouth long enough to answer questions posed to him, and she doesn't think she's seen him smile all day, save for feeble mockeries of his usually lively, mischievous grins. /He really is heartbroken over this,/ she realizes with a frown, livid thoughts concerning Todd now surfacing in the back of her mind. She pushes her anger aside, however, and tries to concentrate on the task at hand. /I guess this would be as good a time to talk to Lance as any./
Putting on her sweetest smile, she turns to Evan and pats him on the shoulder. "Like, I SO feel your pain! I wish I could do something for you, but I gotta talk to someone right now, write a letter to the school board or something." She stands, leaving little room for response, and casts her smile in Kurt's direction, even though he doesn't see it. Taking a deep breath, she focuses on the Brotherhood and steals toward them, mentally going over what she plans to say to Lance.
"Well, lookie there." Beside Lance stands Pietro, watching with a smug grin as Kitty approaches. "It's the neighborhood pussy."
From his perch beside Lance's feet, Todd remains quiet, scowl deepening.
"Knock it off!" Lance snaps at Pietro, before turning his full attention to Kitty's approach. Running a quick hand through his hair and striking what he hopes is a cool, laid back pose, he crosses his arms and waits for her, all thoughts of Todd and the fuzzball temporarily forgotten.
Kitty grits her teeth, though outwardly, she's sporting the most pleasant smile she can muster, doing her best to ignore the hisses and meows coming from Pietro. "Hey Lance," she says, her voice amiable. She tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Do you think we could, like, talk privately for a minute?" As soon as the words are out, a sudden feeling of being watched comes over her and a quick glance down reveals amber eyes glaring at her through a mop of dusty brown bangs. Biting her tongue is all she can do to resist snapping at Todd, reminding herself that THIS is the little ass (no pun intended) that Kurt is--for whatever reason--currently taken with.
"Sure thing, Kitty!" Lance smacks Pietro's shoulder without skipping a beat or breaking eye contact, "Anything you say." With a mock bow, he grins at Kitty. "After you."
If possible, Todd sinks lower to the ground and returns to scowling at the cement, jaw set tightly.
Pietro simply rolls his eyes. "Such a gentleman, Alvers." Suddenly darting to Kitty's side, he leans close to her ear and whispers, "Just between you and me, the only reason he's like that is 'cause he hopes one day you'll let your kitten play with his hound dog, if you know what I mean." Nodding sagely, he's gone in a blur, once more standing beside Lance with a mischievous grin on his face. "Just sayin'." Snicker.
Kitty glares. "You are such a perv, Pietro!"
"Like, ouch. That hurt."
Huffing, Kitty takes Lance's hand in her own and leads him away from the group with haste, guiding him around the gymnasium and near a tree that's thankfully out of both the Brotherhood's and the X-Men's sights.
Lance smirks at the location, far from the eyes of both their respective groups, not to mention all the normal students milling around. Nice and private, just the way he likes it. Putting on his best grin, he leans back against the nearby tree. "So what's up, Kitty?"
Masking her annoyance, Kitty aims a charming smile at Lance and decides to play it cool for now. "Oh, nothing.. I was just wondering what you've been up to. We haven't seen much of each other lately."
"Nothing much," Lance says, with a casual dismissive gesture. "Just trying to keep the gang in line. They'd fall apart without someone keeping an eye on 'em." He smiles, encouraging, and tries to keep his eyes from straying south too often. "What about you? Things at the mansion going well?" Silently, of course, he hopes the answer's 'no'; any trouble for the X-Geeks is good for the Brotherhood. As long as Kitty's not -too- bothered by whatever it is, he'll revel in their discomfort.
Kitty tilts her head to the side, glaring somewhat as she catches Lance's eyes wandering over her body. She clears her throat in objection. "Actually, no, things aren't going well. And I'm sure you're totally crushed to hear that." Rolling her eyes, she turns around and worries her lip, trying to keep her temper in check, though it's proving to be quite difficult. Her thoughts keep turning to Kurt, his dispirited eyes, his dejected state--it was Todd's fault, she knows, but she isn't talking to Todd right now. She's talking to Lance. Heaven help him.
"What were you doing last night?" she suddenly asks, whirling around to look him straight in the eye, arms folded across her chest. She doesn't give him a chance to respond, however, before she continues, her tone quick and snappy, "Do you wanna know what *I* was doing, Lance? Hmm?"
It takes a moment for the warning bells to go off in Lance's brain. Their nice, private moment has quickly and unexpectedly taken a turn for the worse, and he frowns, uncertain. "Uh...yes?"
"I was talking to Kurt. Like, a totally heartbroken and muddy Kurt," she adds, eyeing lance accusingly. "Do you know how he got that way?"
Oh. Shit. Panicked, Lance's eyes dart around instinctively, as if searching for an escape route. He wonders just how much the little bastard told her. 'When I get my hands on him again...' "Uh...Listen Kitty, I don't know what he told you but, uh..." His mind freezes stubbornly, refusing to give him anything to say, filling only with the repeated thought 'This is bad. This is bad. This is bad.'
"Don't worry, I'll enlighten you," she snaps, advancing well into Lance's personal space. "He told me you showed up out of the blue, all angry and looking for a fight because YOU thought he was doing something wrong!"
"Wasn't he?" Lance snorts, not bothering to supress his glare. He's not about to answer for this to anyone, not even Kitty. "Did the little freak tell you WHY I got after him? For what he did, he got off easy."
"For what he did?" Kitty echoes, staring wide-eyed with indignation. "Like, what's he done that's so different than what you and I are doing?"
Lance starts to retort, shaking a finger in Kitty's face, but can't, for the life of him, figure out what to say. He had thought the answer was obvious, really, but now that he's forced to think about it...the answers aren't coming. Won't stop him from trying, though. "This is totally different than us!" he turns, walks a few steps away, only to walk back again. "We haven't...DONE anything yet, and we didn't start 'under the influence'. And why is it such a big fucking deal anyway?! They each lose a fuckbuddy, that's it, end of story. They'll get over it."
"..you really are hardheaded, aren't you?" With a sigh, she places her hands on either side of Lance's face and forces him to look her in the eye, her expression softened. "Look," she begins, thankfully much calmer. "It doesn't matter how you start. I mean, you tried to use me to get test answers when we first met.. like, how conventional is THAT?" A small smile plays on her lips at the memory. "The point is.. fooling around aside, have you ever stopped to consider that it might go beyond that? I think.. I think Kurt really likes him."
Frowning, Lance covers Kitty's hands with his, idly noting the way his skin tingles at the contact. "You're not serious...are you? I mean...The fuzzball? Todd? It's insane!" He pulls back, taking her hands from his face and wrapping them in his own. "And...and even if they were, what happens when we go into battle again? Todd's still such a kid! I'm not gonna see him get hurt over this!"
Kitty quirks an eyebrow, tilting her head in question. "A kid? He isn't any more of a kid than I am. Give us Freshman a little credit, will you? Besides," She pulls away and casts a sidelong glare at nothing in particular, folding her arms across her chest. "Seems like HE's the one doing the hurting."
The image of Todd's scowling face plays through Lance's mind. 'Fuck.' He averts his eyes with a glare. "This is NOT gonna turn out well. Do you have any idea the shit this is gonna bring down on him? On both of them? I can't imagine Baldy would be too happy about this, or Wolverine. The boys're probably gonna hurt for it, whether I'm giving Todd a hard time or not."
"..well, Mr. Logan already knows.." she mumbles.
Lance's jaw drops, and he barks a sharp laugh. "I'm surprised fuzzy's still in one piece! I can't believe it, Wolverine hasn't tried to kill him yet? Or at least castrate him..."
Kitty shrugs and frowns, remembering how worked up Kurt became when she asked if he wanted her to get Logan last night. "Well, I don't know the whole details.. I just know Mr. Logan stated very clearly that he didn't think it was a good idea, and so now like, Kurt's avoiding him since he disobeyed and everything. But enough of that," She casts Lance a pleading look, wearing a most earnest and friendly smile. "I need you to do me a favour."
Hell, not -that- look! Lance rolls his eyes, acknowledging total defeat with a sigh. "Yeah, go ahead, name it."
"I need you to talk to Toad," Pressing a finger against Lance's lips before he can protest, she continues, "Just ask him what he's thinking, if it's all fooling around to him or whatever, then let me know so I can pass it on to Kurt and they can both get on with their lives. Okay? Can you do that for me? Oh," she adds as an afterthought, "then can you, like, kick him, too? 'Cause he really hurt Kurt's feelings last night and that totally doesn't sit well with me."
Lance flashes her a nervous grin. "That's assuming Todd'll talk to me. We, uh...haven't been exactly friendly since last night. As in, he hasn't said a word to me since then. Ungrateful punk."
It's Kitty's turn to roll her eyes now. "Really, Lance, like what's he got to be so grateful for?"
"Hey, I was just trying to look out for him!" he crosses his arms with a huff. "Try to take care of someone and they turn on you for it. That's just not right."
"Yeah, he should really appreciate the fact that you shoved yourself into his business and tried to start a fight with his date last night, the little bastard," she mutters, not at all trying to mask the sarcasm dripping in her voice. Sighing, she solemnly regards Lance again and takes his hands in hers, squeezing them gently. "Look, Toad isn't one of my favorite people, but even I can see that you're a little out of line. Can you just try to stop being a big macho man for a little while and talk to him about how he feels? For me..?"
The hairs on the back of Lance's neck rise; it's all he can do to keep from snapping a harsh response to her words. He takes one look in her eyes, wide and pleading for his -compassion- and -understanding-, and curses under his breath. 'When did I become such a pussy,' he asks himself, and rolls his eyes again. "Fine, whatever, as long as it'll keep me safe from the almighty wrath of Kitty."
She smiles sweetly and plants a soft kiss on his cheek. "Thanks Lance, I mean it. Will you give me a call after you talk to him?"
The scent of citrus and sweet surrounds him as she comes close, and Lance finds himself leaning into the kiss, skin tingling at the gentle touch. 'Oh well, if you're gonna wuss out, might as well enjoy the fringe benefits.' By the time she moves away there's a large, and probably goofy-looking, grin plastered on his face. "Sure thing..."
"Thanks, I knew I could count on you." She gives his hands one last squeeze before she turns around, glancing at him briefly from over her shoulder. "C'mon, lunch is almost over."
He follows, trying really hard not to let his eyes stray south -too- often. Really. As they emerge back into the open air of the campus he spots Todd, his expression unchanged, still kneeling by Pietro and Freddie. Lance frowns to himself; he doubts Kitty has any idea how much she's asking of him. It's going to be bad enough just trying to patch things up with Todd; trying to have an in-depth, emotional discussion about the boy's feelings towards FUZZY, of all people, is something he's not sure he's ready to handle. 'The things people do...' he sighs. At least he doesn't have to worry about it all till school's out.