Pete Wisdom is saving the world...from itself. (mister_wisdom) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-06-04 02:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, gaila, kitty pryde (shadowcat), montgomery scott, pete wisdom |
"Enjoy pickling your liver."
Who: Gaila, Kitty, Scotty, Pete
What: Ghost Girls and Ex's and Arguments and Dangerous Driving, oh myyyy.
When: Today, after the text messages and damsels who fake injuries.
Where: The Green Maid
Rating: PG-13, language
Status: Complete
Gaila had found actually walking to still be somewhat difficult, but she'd insisted on going to her bar. HER BAR. Not Varric's. HERS. But she was thankful he and Joe had kept an eye on it. Joe had some fries and a soda waiting for her. Because she was still on painkillers. Damn you Josephine!
The repair shop, which wasn't really used so much for repairs as it was for building a spaceship, was now closed. Scotty made his way to the Green Maid like a man condemned to listen to his female friend and his past teenaged comic book crush, rant and rave about her ex-boyfriend. His universe was, ironically, where it would be, only in a different time and place. Because, no matter where he was in the universe (minus Delta Vega), Scotty had girls who were willing to rant about their relationships TO him, without ever getting INTO a relationship WITH him.
At least that had changed with Gaila, but his only condolences back then were a whole lot of scotch and a whole lot sandwiches.
Into the pub he went!
Kitty was already inside, and halfway through her first glass. She also had a sandwich, so she could drink more. She did have to drive after all. She'd even ordered one for Scotty. She waved for him to sit down!
"Oh, lass, ye didnae have tae do that," he said, sitting down across from her and taking a huge bite of sandwich, immediately. He did stare at her with his eyebrows raised up a smidge, his eyes questioning, like she could start spilling those guts at any time, because she had a captive - yet willing - audience.
Kitty gave him a tired smile, and took a bite of her sandwich while trying to think of what to say, "Pete makes you look tactful, kind and clean. He's loud, obnoxious, disgusting, dirty and the king of all jackasses."
By then, Scotty was giving her a stare like 'HEY NOW?!' and almost choked trying to swallow his bite of food down. When he did, it sounded painful, and he had to cough a few times, to get his voice back in working order.
"I'm clean! I take a shower every morning, I'll have ye know! It's just that I dinnae shave all the time, since it's annoying, an' I dinnae have tae be in uniform or the likes." He quirked his lips thoughtfully, and didn't debate the tactful or kind parts, because he knew he could be a real pain in the arse, sometimes. Though he usually apologized at some point! Only to girls, though. "So, Pete is it? It's nae the same one from...."
He left that open-ended, because he'd read enough of the comics that he was pretty sure it was one from where it was set in Scotland. And he'd been sure to read THOSE classics, since...they'd been set in Scotland. Not many superhero things were set there, after all.
Kitty grinned. It was the teasing grin, which meant she was feeling better, already, "Yeah, it's the same one, I'm pretty sure. Trenchcoats, foul attitude, chainsmokes. It's where I picked UP my smoking habit. I quit and he has to show up again. Fucker."
"Och. The way that ended was foul, lass. I mean, I dinnae know how it ended now, but it felt contrived then. That's because of the writers changing and that comic being ended, as it was." Scotty shrugged at her like he wasn't sure what to say, past that things were pretty freakin' weird already. "So, mind telling me how then how he got tae be yer ex, in this lifetime, an' why things went foul all over again?"
"Writers will do that, but..." She shrugged a shoulder, "I can't change that." She picked at her sandwich, "I spent a couple of summers in London after I finished college and high school. I met him while I was there."
"So were ye so drunk ye couldnae see straight, or what?"
"No!" Kitty shook her head, laughing. "Though I really should have been. I don't know what I was thinking. I was in love, I wanted to fix him I guess."
"That's quite a project!" proclaimed Scotty with a scrunching up of his nose, laughing a little at the thought. "If I remember correctly, that is? It has been a wee while since I'd looked at me comics. But, anyway, I dinnae want tae dredge up bad things for ye, lass? But if ye need tae get how it ended aff yer chest, so tae speak, then I'm willing tae listen. Maybe it'll help just a wee bit."
"We got engaged," Kitty picked up her drink and downed the rest of it in one go, before slamming it on the table. "I was already antsy before that. I wanted...I wasn't sure what I wanted. I mean he was my first serious relationship."
"Was he still an arse when ye were engaged or did it mellow him oot?" wondered Scotty, aloud. It was, after all, like interviewing one of your childhood heroes. If the tables were turned, he'd probably be weirded out.
"A little mellower, but I think his job was starting to get to him, you know? He'd be crankier than usual a lot of the time. I wondered if it was me or the job and I couldn't deal." Another glass!
"Wasnae he a spy?" Scotty had started to drink as well, with earnest. "I thought he went about, killing people."
Because that could explain a lot of tension!
"If he was he didn't tell me!"
"Well ye were engaged tae him! Did ye nae think tae ask what he did for a living?"
"I thought he was just a cop!" Kitty threw up her hands, "It's not like I was a mutant living in a lighthouse at the time!"
"If yer goin' tae marry the person, ye'd think ye'd at least know if they're really a cop or nae!"
Palm, meet face. That was what Scotty just did, followed by shaking his head.
"He had a uniform and everything." She shrugged her shoulders and angrily bit into her sandwich, "Anyway, I had a minor freak out. Took the first job offer of any interest and that's how I ended up out here."
"Kitty," Scotty said knowingly, and he had not been proven wrong yet, "a lass never has a minor freak oot."
He was implying that if a girl was going to freak out, 99.9% of the time? It was major, and involved flailing and accusations, and/or running off, not answering calls, throwing more accusations, and accusing men of not taking the rubbish out, enough.
And 99.9% of the time, it was because all he'd done was asked her if she could pass him the remote. Or something of that sort. Which often left the male's mind boggled.
"That's sexist, you ass." She kicked him under the table.
"Ooouch! It might be, but it's nae wrong!" He was hunched forward, so he could rub his hands over his shin, where her foot had made contact. He'd probably said all that outloud, lacking his brain to mouth filter, yet again. "Well, what're ye goin' tae do then? Are ye goin' tae talk with him?"
"Hell no!" She shook her head ferociously, "He has nothing to say to me and I have nothing to say to him."
"Och! Then history will just repeat itself. I dinnae know what else tae say tae ye. But, maybe ye'll feel a wee bit better, having talked about it?" Or so he hoped.
"It's my fault. I hurt him." Kitty said softly, "I knew I was doing it but I still ran away."
"I think the problem ye lasses dinnae understand," Scotty was saying in a low voice like he wasn't trying to make her angry, "is that most men want simple an' straightforward answers. We dinnae care for the fluff or peripherals. If there's somethin' wrong, ye need tae come oot an' say it. Then we'll try tae make it better or agree somethin' isnae working. Otherwise, ye end up running away or the likes, an' there's nothing we can do but blame ourselves. If that makes any sense at all? I only just figured that oot, with Gaila."
There was the sound of screeching tires from outside, abruptly coming to a halt, with a small crashing noise. And not more than thirty seconds passed before the door to the pub flew open and a long black shadow fell upon the floor, the head of which was wreathed with a filmy halo of cigarette smoke.
Into the pub walked Pete Wisdom. Bundled up to his ears just about, in a heavy black trenchcoat and a knit scarf wound around his neck. He had shadows under his eyes and plenty of stubble on his jaw, and he made a beeline directly for the bar. He did not look around at anyone else, he did not say hello, he did not smile or nod or anything. He coughed once, put his cigarette out into a empty shotglass on the bar, and coughed out the words, "Scotch, no ice. If there's ice, I bloody well swear that I'll kill someone."
"...oh hell," Scotty whispered in awe, with his eyebrows raised WAY up, before he held a hand up to one side of his face to shield him from view, and pointed through that hand in the direction of the man seated at the bar. It was the 'don't look now but....' gesture!
Kitty nodded her head. She understood that, she really did. It didn't mean she would be any better at fixing things. Or that she even wanted to fix things. Truthfully, she figured it was too late and they'd be lucky to come out of it as friends. She had her doubts about that - she'd done a ringer on him, and felt bad enough. And then there was the sound of screeching tires and her head shot up. There was only one family that drove like that, "Wisdom." And then the man swept in and it was unmistakably him. And he looked like hell. Under her breath she whispered, "He used to be cute."
"Hate tae tell ye this, but when ye lassies do a number on a lad? We tend tae look like a set of broken baws afterward." Scotty had been sure to whisper that, and then kicked her and nodded his head in the other man's direction. He continued to whisper, "What're ye goin' tae do then? Escape while he's nae noticing, or chalk it up tae fate intervening here? I mean, if there is a such a thing. Maybe it's like a chaos theory with random chance, an' if ye crunch the numbers on that...give me a moment..."
Oh no, he was actually trying to crunch numbers, his mouth moving along with the counting. Someone make it stop, please.
"Never tell me the odds," Kitty quipped, downing the rest of her class and making a beeline for the exit!
"Right, well..." Scotty just waved a hand and didn't stop her, since she'd obviously made her own choice, there. Girls. The going gets tough? They all start running. He put his chin in the cup of a hand, elbow on the table, and was minding his own business while finishing his drink.
Kitty? Wasn't in the mood to deal with Wisdom, and was pretty sure he wasn't in the mood to deal with her. In fact, she as in such a hurry, she inadvertently ran through a table. Just don't ask her to repeat that.
Since Scotty was facing forward with an expression of e_e on his face, because he couldn't understand how flighty females were, he hadn't noticed. And since Pete had his back to the door so he was a willing target, he didn't see a thing. Besides that, running through tables was soundless.
The woman sitting at that table's expression of shock certainly wasn't soundless!
Kitty tried to hush her, "You didn't see that, it was an optical illusion, shhh!"
Scotty glanced over and gave them both a weird look, then waved Kitty in a shooing motion, so she could escape like she wanted to.
The man at the bar didn't even move an inch.
Although he did see fit to say, "The service is shite. Is no one serving drinks or is it serve yourself freely? Does that mean that I don't have to pay? Fucking brilliant. Free drinks. I'll get it meself."
"You walked through the table," The woman hissed! Kitty shook her head and smacked her hand on the table, "See? Solid." She turned to dart towards the door.
Drink, placed in front of him! By someone's hand! And that seemed to settle the raging beastie that was Pete down a little bit.
Scotty's eyes went O_O and he waved both hands at Kitty like GET OOT GET OOT RED ALERT WHAT ARE YE DOIN?!
"Hey Kitty!" Gaila called out as she came out from the kitchen. "Where ya going in such a hurry?"
"Sonofabitch."
Scotty's hand made the loudest echoing slapping sound ever heard by human ears, in an indoor setting, as it met his face.
And meanwhile, at the bar, Pete felt one of his eyes start to cinch up, like he was having a stroke. No, just a small seizure. He turned, slowly, while downing all of that scotch in one go. Then the glass was set down with a little more force than intended, and some money pulled out and thrown down onto the counter.
"Oh, fantastic. This day couldn't get any more fucked, if it bent over and applied the lube to itself," was all Pete could say, followed by a deep frown.
And by that point, Scotty's hands were both covering his face as he shook his head like 'nooooooooooooooo.'
"Nice to see you too, I was just leaving," Kitty said, edging towards the door, while simultanously trying to send her body through the floor. Just her luck; where moments ago she'd gone through a table, now she couldn't sink through the floor. Thanks, God. "Enjoy pickling your liver."
"Oh, believe me, luv, I will. Enjoy running off again." Pete's eyelids were heavy indeed, so his eyes were opened at a extremely dissatisfied half-mast as he watched her. "By all means, continue doing that which you so profoundly excel at."
"Oooo," Scotty said under his breath, while exhaling. It was as though that pretty much covered bases there, on how potentially nasty this could get. And it was too late to wave her off more.
Kitty twitched, slammed her fist down on a table, caught a knife in mid air as it was launched up by her fist and flung it at Pete, pinning his sleeve to the bar. She glared at him. This is her displeased face.
Gaila shot a look at Scotty like 'wtf is going on AND WHY IS THERE FLYING CUTLERY!?'
Pete did not move, or flinch, or bat an eye. He did, however, light up a cigarette. Even if, right behind him, there was a prominently displayed 'No Smoking' sign. He opened his mouth so a slow, slithering tendril of smoke could weave it's way past his lips and into the air. Then, and only then, did he reach over and pull the knife out.
Scotty, meanwhile, was not about to get in the way of a woman's wrath. But he wasn't about to let his womanly counterpart get in the way of flying cutlery. So that was the reason he had stood up and began making his way toward Gaila, while saying, "Pub's closed! Thank ye for coming! Have a lovely evening. EVERYONE OOT!"
There, problem solved, just as he took Gaila by the elbow and guided her back into the kitchen, saying under his breath, "Old lover's quarrel. Deeply seeded. Nae good. They need tae sort that oot. Best stay oot o' the way, unless there's cries for help....probably from him."
The knife was dropped on the floor, as Pete said in a tone of voice like he was talking to a child on a short bus, "Tsk, Katherine. Temper, temper."
No, we're done here. That's what Kitty had wanted to say, until Wisdom opened his mouth. So instead she snapped, "I thought you liked it when a woman got rough, Wisdom."
Gaila planted her hands on her waist. Carefully. Really, she just wanted to fall over and lay on the ground for a few more days, "This is my bar and they can take it the fuck outside!"
"If they take it oot there, then if one or the other of them needs help, it'll be harder tae do if they're running each other over," Scotty tried to explain. "They're dangerous sorts, Gaila."
"And I thought you liked things a little dangerous yourself," Pete wasted no time pointing out. "What's wrong? Did I get too mundane for you? Did I snore too loudly? I hope whomever you're with now, is able to leap through hoops of fire and knives to keep you entertained."
The only time Pete snored, anyway, was if he had the flu. Probably because his lungs had been beaten into submission by smoking, they were practically in a state of permanent paralysis.
"They don't look that dangerous," Gaila muttered. Thrown knives notwithstanding.
"I'll let ye read me comics, once I get Clara tae send them over," Scotty promised, and shushed her so they could listen.
"There's more to love than constant adrenaline," Kitty replied, her hands clenching into fists. "I wasn't even sure you were always telling me the truth!" Thanks Scotty, for planting that seed of doubt, "I've always asked myself if I should have stayed. Now that I see you I don't regret leaving any more."
"And the mean streak rears its ugly head again," Pete was saying, hitching his elbows onto the bar as he leaned back against it. "What do you mean by not telling you the truth? That's not fucked up at all. Where did that come from, then?"
"You're a sneaky bastard, that's where."
"Why didn't you bother asking me then?" he asked, without really sounding like he was asking. Because he was rudely interrupted by having to wipe his nose on the back of his hand, and then reach over for a napkin. "I wasn't sneaking 'round. There were cases that I couldn't talk about with anyone."
"I know how to keep secrets!" Kitty stormed towards the bar.
"Oh fucking GOD, I can't believe you're really ANGRY about THAT, even NOW!" Now Pete raised his voice and stood up, with an indignant cough, stomping his way outside. He wished the door had slammed behind him, but it was one of the slow closing sorts, so he had plenty of time to keep talking...umm...ranting. "You do understand that certain entities don't want cases discussed with so much as one's own family or wives, or otherwise, don't you? There were some things I couldn't say. The rest of it, I bloody well DID say! Why didn't you bring this up THEN, instead of running out like a total complete prat!"
"I don't know." She followed after him, wishing she could phase THROUGH him instead of pushing past him, which she did.
Pete had stopped walking, entirely. That had been an odd sensation, and he stared at Kitty, who was in front of him now, instead of behind him. Did she just...? He pointed at her. And kept pointing. And pointed some more.
"What's that about then?" he finally asked, sounding like he'd been drinking battery acid for the past week.
Wait, did she? She wasn't sure. She'd just tried to get past him. As a test, she smacked her fist against his chest, but met only resistance. She got a dry, annoyed look on her face, "I hate you, you hate me, we're all one big not a family."
"I hate that you left," he said, his chin tipped down so he could stare at her, but his mouth and words were muffled by the scarf. It practically went up to his nose. Blue eyes were narrowed down at her, like he was trying to figure out what she was trying to do, and trying to piece together if she had done that. It felt like...a ghost had walked through him, or someone had walked over his grave. The sensation of which, was unsettling. "And the way you left. That's what made me hate you, Katherine. Because I never fucking figured out what I did, to make you hate me so much."
He reached out with one hand and poked a finger at her forehead, to push her away.
"I got scared." She leaned against her crotch rocket, and folded her arms. The fresh scar on her right arm was more visible, though her face had mostly healed the cuts up. Coverup took care of the rest. "I got scared. I didn't want to push you away so I left instead."
"That's rather daft of you," he responded, still squinting, and turned his head to cough while he was taking his cigarettes out of his coat pocket. "Real way t'solve a problem, Pryde. Bloody influenza. Clinging onto me like a right bastard."
He hooked a finger into the scarf to tuck it down under his chin, inserted the cigarette between his lips, and lit it with a lighter. Puff puff puff goes Pete, as he watched her closely. And suspiciously.
"No sympathy from me." Kitty plucked the cigarette out of his mouth and smirked. Now that was a familiar feeling. She waggled it, "I gave these up recently. Not conducive to my roommate's kids. Or being a ninja."
"You know better than to touch my cigarettes," he openly grouched, reaching into his pocket for the pack, and lighting another one. He always had plenty, as a backup measure. "How did you get in front of me. Ninja skills?"
He tucked that mental note away about kids and a roommate, because that caused a sour taste to rise up in his throat. She'd obviously shacked up with someone in a ready-made family situation. How convenient.
"Ninja skills," She retorted, putting the cigarette out beneath her heel. Better than 'uncontrollable phasing' at any rate. Although sinking below the street still sounded like a splendidly awesome idea. "Sort of like parkour, really."
"Then explain to me why it felt like something moved through me, instead of around me." People could say what they liked about Pete, especially that he was a drunken slovenly fucker, but when he was on the job...he was surprisingly aware of his self and his surroundings. And that was due to his enrolling as a police officer, and being smart enough to be considered detective worthy. Not much passed him by. Unless he was passed out or really didn't give a rat's arse. "Telling me it's like parkour is bollocks. You can bugger off if you think I'm the one that's a liar."
Fuck Pete and fuck his observant nature. She simply shrugged a shoulder. Then she ran towards the wall, jumped, kicked off it, flipped through the air and landing back in front of him, "Ninja."
"That's not what you did," he said, pointing at her with a cigarette pressed between his index and middle finger. "You did something different."
Kitty squinted at him, "You're not going to drop this are you. You're worse than Scotty."
"Who's Scotty? Is that your new roommate?" Pete squinted back at her. "No, I'm not going t'drop it. I want to know what you did. IT IS BLOODY FREEZING HERE, WOT THE FECK IS UP WITH THAT?!"
He angrily stuck the cigarette in his mouth, and tucked both hands under his arms. It was just the residual chills, that's all. If they'd just let him have a smidge more time to recover, but ohhh nooo...off on assignment, he'd been sent. Figured. He stared at her like he was waiting for an answer. Unmoving. Unyielding. Uncompromising.
Kitty laughed in his face, "Scotty? My new room mate? He lives down the street and builds space ships in his spare time, but he's not my lover. Probably never will be. Even if I got dumped, as he's already madly in love with someone else."
"I still detect a note of fondness there." He was mutter-talking since his lips were still pressed together to keep his ciggie between his lips. He did sound like he was teasing her, but couldn't hide the first traces of a scowl from setting in. "So you've found someone, anyway, otherwise. Cheers, really. I hope they're active members of the dangerous sports club...though that might be a little difficult, if there's children involved."
He gave her one last looking at, before he turned to walk back to his car, which was parked halfway on the sidewalk and...a post office box.
Pete had already put two and two together, and that roommate...he had gathered, was some arse with kids. HMPH! He'd never figured her for the maternal type. But he could tell by the way she said it, that the 'roommate' was like a tag on luggage at baggage claim.
"They're her kid siblings, she's been raising them for awhile now all by herself," Kitty replied, not even bothering to keep the fondness out of her voice. "They're trolls in training, too."
Pete liked sign language. He didn't care for the fondness. Life and living was not some fond thing to be cuddled and coddled over. Especially not now. Which was the entire reason that he had one hand held high in a dual-fingered salute, as he walked toward the driver side door and started to get in.
He also did not care that it was male or female, because either way, she wasn't with him anymore! He was obviously not good enough, and had turned her into a lesbian. Which was not going over fabulously at this juncture, no. Even if he thought it figured. Pattoooey went that cigarette into the street and he was already taking another out of the pack before starting the car up.
She glared at him as he got into the car, "I like how you assume just because I have a roommate I'm sleeping with them."
He leaned a little, out the window. Just as he was adjusting the heater.
"Pryde, let me know if I'm at all wrong. But the way you speak about it, is the sort of fawning reserved for movies where the circumstances don't at all mirror what reality actually is. It's a lovely way to fool one's self, while watching that sort of shite. Besides," he paused to light that cigarette, "I'm just doing what you did to me, before. Running away, rather than listening or asking any further. I'm willing to bet it'll feel fucking fantastic. Cheers."
And off he drove like a bat outta hell, after bouncing the bumper off the post office box a couple more times, with squeeing tires and everything!
Kitty watched him go. She wasn't sure what the point of any of that was. She'd hoped for some closure, once they'd gotten to arguing, but that obviously wasn't happening. She wasn't all that satisfied either. Is that why she wanted to cry?
She should have hit him.
She walked back to her bike and leaned on it.
Scotty peeked his head out of the pub door, since he had been listening in just to make sure things didn't take a turn for the worst. He was, if anything, protective and loyal to his friends and family. So it wasn't like he was trying to eavesdrop for kicks and giggles, but that his stubborn inner bulldog had kicked into guard dog duty.
"All's clear?" he asked, looking at her with a tinge of worry on his face.
"I guess." Kitty tried to not sound choked up, "I really fucked him over didn't I."
"Ye want the truth?" Scotty said, while walking out of the pub, closer to where she was. He gave her an apologetic shrug. "Aye, ye did. But it happens, sometimes. Are ye all right?"
"I think I might have phased through him. He knows something is up. He's dogged." Usually it was a good quality for a man to have. Most of the time!
Scotty winced a little. "Ye cannae control the molecular spin yet, on yerself or things. That's nae goin' tae make things easy. I dinnae know what tae tell ye...." He stopped and thought for a moment, looking thinky as he spoke, "It'd be easier tae tell him the truth, than lie about it. An' I dinnae think he ever got over you in the comics either, which is shite. He's a wee bit fail with every woman he comes across, if I remembered correctly. Now I can see why!"
He looked happy for approximately 2.5 seconds, as though it all made sense, then he stopped and shoved his hands into his trouser pockets, whistling softly as he exhaled, because now was not the time to look triumphant about such revelations.
He attempted to compensate and cover the tracks of his thought derailment, "Ye ended up with the lame arse Russian tin can, and it was horrible. Just horrible. And wrong. Sorry."
Scotty even made a twirly finger to one side of his head like it was crazy cuckoo clock times there, indeed.
Kitty made a face. She'd have to agree about lame Russian tin cans. That must be the guy she'd offered herself to. Ew.
"I'm not trying to control it, it's just happening. But that's not important, right now is...figuring out what to do. If I can even do anything. Or should."
"I cannae tell ye if ye should or shouldnae try anything, lass. Sorry. Just dinnae get yer self stuck in anything, it couldae killed ye. Or him, ye know. All at once."
Kitty glanced at him, "Think you could make something like an inhibitor bracelet? Especially if I'm not the only one." There was Jean, out there, too.
"I could try, though I hate the idea of that. That's rather bloody unnatural, isnae it? I thought the whole point was nae tae wear those collars an' things. But..." He stared at her for a long moment. "...aye, I can try that."
"I don't want to get stuck in something. Or someone." Kitty folded her arms and rubbed at her biceps, "Especially if it happens when I'm getting excited." Or horny. God that would be horrible
"I dinnae know how soon that I can start on that, ye know? So yer goin' tae have tae be careful." He tilted his head and watched her some more, scritching a finger against the side of his neck. "Ye are goin' tae be all right, after...." He stopped scritching and motioned off in the direction that someone had taken off in.
Kitty shrugged, "I'm going to have to be, aren't I? While he goes off and works himself to death. Nice to see some things don't change."
"Aye. Suppose so."
Scotty looked like a bubble about to burst, but like it was trying to keep containing air inside of itself, to refrain from popping. He even bobbed up and down a little, while standing in front of her.
....... "What is it?"
"I want tae take ye both by the shoulders and shake the shite oot of ye, for bein' idiotic! No wonder things didnae work, yer more dysfunctional than me an' Gaila ever were!" Flappy arms and hands and everything? Kitty is getting them. In full on geek mode. "Yer both sae STUPID!"
He sounded and looked like he was amazed by this.
"I mean, I thought it before, but now I've seen it up close an' it's painful...like those bugs on that one planet that crawl up yer nose an' lay eggs in yer brain, with the purple pincher claw mouths."
And then Scotty shut himself up, because he wasn't supposed to talk about that stuff.
Kitty stared at him, "We weren't as dysfunctional as you guys, take it back!"
Gaila blinked, "HEY!"
"Och! Nuh uh, we arenae dysfunctional," Scotty corrected in an instant, "since we do suss things oot! Dinnae we, Gaila? It usually gets sorted an' we discuss things an' I'm even pretty blunt, tae be honest. I've never even lied tae her!"
"Eventually," Gaila agreed!
Kitty rubbed at her face, "Well Wisdom IS like a face hugger alien."
"Aye, a wee bit, but yer nae really an innocent angel yerself." Scotty smiled over at Gaila and took hold of her hand! "We do work things oot, that's true. An' no mint green lima beans, for that matter. We've got the doggie."
"I'm like ripley, I'll burn it with fire." Kitty grinned at them. "No kids, ever?"
"Dinnae need them. They'll get underfoot an' intae the machinery." He paused for a moment and glanced over at Gaila, cautiously, before he continued, "Besides, we dinnae know where we'll end up. I'd like tae go home, eventually. No need tae complicate matters, is there?"
Gaila looked mostly relieved? Kids? Still on her list of 'things do not want' and would stay there for the foreseeable future. They had a dog. That was enough. That HAD to be enough.
It was enough. Scotty agreed, 100%.
"If there's even a way to go back," Kitty replied. "There's a lot of shit starting to go down here, but I'm not sure I want to deal with Sentinels."
"No good." Scotty nodded along with that, and knew that if he ever got back on The Enterprise again, THAT would be his baby to fondly fuss over like a concerned parent. "I didnae know what sort of shite ye mean, but I'd imagine if it's involving you lot, it's likely dangerous. Be careful."
"Big robots sent out to kill all mutants and killing anything in the way. Not fun. But maybe you could build me some kind of exo-suit or Battlemech?" Kitty grinned at him. She always wanted to pilot 75 tons of steel on a fusion reactor.
"Right. That'd take...a wee bit more of a miracle than I could probably pull oot of me arse." He still had hold of Gaila's hand, but he leaned in and gave Kitty a kiss on the cheek. "I think ye'll have tae make do. And maybe ye should work things oot someday with him. So yer nae both miserable about how it ended."
"I'll think about it. It'll probably be up to me to approach him instead of the other way around.."
Gaila decided not to add anything. She did, however, feel less like bitches needing stitches, with regards to Kitty.
"Aye, I think so. An' the best ye can do is just think on it. Ye know, after what happened tae Gaila? If she hadnae been pulled oot of that river or her injuries had been worse? Imagine if that happened between you an' him. The one living would feel wretched, havin' nae worked through things. That's sort of how I'd felt, more or less. Even when I first saw her in hospital. So...something more tae think on. Resolutions are quite nice, really? I'm blethering on again. I'm stopping now. Promise."
He stopped talking, and shrugged, hard, while giving Gaila's hand a little squeeze.
"No..." She smiled at him, "I think I needed to hear it. Or something like it. So I'm not a total bitch?"
"I wouldn't go that far," Gaila muttered.
"Uhh...well, nae a total bitch, but ye were wrong. And young. And handled things poorly. Yer friends are the ones who'll tell ye so, aye? Aye." He grinned broadly back at her, trying to cover up any muttering from Gaila, by continuing to talk. "Maybe ye can catch him, because he's crashed intae...a school or a herd of sheep or...someone's gran'?"
He distracted Kitty further with a one-armed hug for 2.5 seconds, then started to side-shuffle away, with Gaila, still holding her hand. "Let us know how that went, lass!"
Kitty snerked, giving him a short little one-armed hug too, "I've got an idea that should piss him off." She waved at them both, then hopped onto her bike and sped away!
"I dinnae think the point is tae make him angrr...ree. She dinnae listen at all, does she?" he asked, with a profound but sympathetic wince.
"So want to follow them?"
"Huh? Och! No. I always thought it was shite the way the whole thing ended with those two. Better tae let them sort it oot. I think he still fancies her." Scotty shrugged, like nothing would probably come of it, and he wasn't going to delude himself, but - if he thought it - it was getting said. "I know he did when I read it, and it was AGES later, even. This is so weird, seeing this first-hand. Me mind's blown!"
Indeed, Scotty looked pretty exuberant about the whole thing, and excited enough to offer to Gaila, "Ye want tae go in the closet inside the pub an' have a wee snog, while no one's around tae notice we're gone?" GRIN?
"Well she's pretty nice and hot, so I'd still fancy her too," Gaila admitted. She furrowed her brow, "Well I almost did fancy her." She smirked at him.
"That's because if it lives an' breathes, ye fancy it."
Meanwhile, Kitty was speeding through traffic, until she'd caught up with Wisdom. She jumped onto the sidewalk, hit an upslope, and jumped the bike right over his car. Then she flipped him off and sped off.
"Fuck!!!" Pete nearly lost his cigarette, when he had to swerve slightly to avoid hitting her. He had been speeding up at the time the bike went over the car. Losing his cigarette was the sort of thing that makes Pete a very unhappy man. He sped up and the car roared past her, while he had one arm out the window, and his hand held high. It was doing a parade wave flipping off, back at her. TAKE THAT.
Kitty disappeared down an alleyway, and about a minute later roared out in front of him! She popped a wheelie, and left him in her dust.
Pete was slapping both hands on the steering wheel, before he veered off, put the pedal down to the floor, and popped out several blocks later, nearly sideswiping her bike as the car fishtailed and finally righted itself.
He stared out the window at her, with a sly smirk on his face.
Kitty decided to let him win, peeling off and driving at a more sane pace down a major street. Fucker. If she had control of her powers? She'd show him.
If he knew about having powers? Umm...he'd show her. Something. That...might be impressive, but whatever. That bitch. Instead, he went on his 'merry' way, filled with win.
His merry way, of course, meant he was heading to the first of whatever addresses he'd been told to check out, in regards to Armachan! Fun times.