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Tweak says, "llama llama duck"

seeley booth (hates_clowns) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2010-11-19 00:28:00

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kitty pryde/shadowcat

Who: Booth and Kitty
What: Finding her
When: Tonight
Where: The old house Kitty described. Attic
warnings: croat shooting. Anger issues. idk

Seeley was unhappy. To be honest it was hard to remember the last time that he was genuinely happy. A little voice in the back of his head said Buffy. She was the last person to make him feel that warmth that was happiness. She used the l word. He couldn't even remember the last time she had. It was an amazing feeling, and yet still there were little bits of doubt floating around. Did she really love him, or was it just to make him happy? Did he force her into it by saying he had loved her? No. He'd been waiting for three years. And a couple before then. Damn insecurities. He really wanted to believe her, but she'd waited so long. In that time he waited to be loved, he grew further and further away from trusting it. They were so messed up, he wished he could see Sweets again and have him diagnose things for him in terms he could understand. Or Gordon Gordon. His insights would have been appreciated at this juncture.

Booth had told Buffy he was leaving camp to go find Kitty, enough was enough. She'd been out a day and that was even more then he could handle of worrying whether or not she was actually alive or not. This ended now. Things happened in war zones. Things nobody wanted, but that was just what happened in times of stress. Friendly Fire wasn't uncommon. It was probably from what he could remember, Kitty's first kill. But she needed to snap out of it. He needed to help her. She thought she was fine on her own, but nobody was fine after the first life they took. He couldn't remember his, but he remembered being wrecked for a while until new orders came in from the government to kill again. Kitty needed to understand what happened wasn't her fault. The way he saw it, Chuck should have been paying more attention. Danny damn well should have been with her, and Kitty had done exactly what she was supposed to when feeling threatened. If she wanted to work on it, Booth could help her with her reaction timing. But that was all that needed improvement in his eyes.

He was armed when he came to find her and shifted through the rubble of what used to be Kansas. Sometimes he hardly recognized the city. It was just that far gone. Seeley wasn't paying attention though. That was his fatal flaw when he finally spotted the old house in Kitty's description that was barely holding itself together. It was going to collapse soon, Booth assessed mentally. He needed to get Kitty out ASAP, and he would. One way or another. Taking a few steps into the house, he pushed the old rickety door open and it screeched eerily. Booth held up his gun and pointed the light attachment in the corners of the house. The place downstairs was dark. Nearly impossible to see. It made his skin crawl. It reminded him of a haunted house. Classic style, Cobwebs on the rafters, and the rafters mostly broken and in eye shot. It was empty save for a broken down couch and other furniture that hadn't held up well when the apocalypse hit. Booth didn't say a word.

It was a good thing he didn't. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a shadowed movement and his gun raised in it's direction. It alost zig zagged through the shadows clumsily toward him until the deformed croat was in his face. Booth was pushed back into a wall and grunted at the impact. His gun was lost to his bodies movement for a moment, but then he regained his barring and it was in the croats face between its eyes. It looked like a person, but Booth knew better, and it didn't faze his reaction timing. He pulled the trigger and blood sprayed from the croat's face on his jacket and chin. After taking a good look around with the light, making sure to shine it in the darkest corners and blind spots, he assessed that there was nothing else in there with him.

Using his hand he whipped the blood off his face and looked for the entrance to the attic. "Kitty?"

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phasinghalfpint
2010-11-19 08:35 pm UTC (link)

To say that Kitty was having trouble dealing with having killed a person was probably the understatement of the year. Kitty wasn't doing well with this information at all. Kitty valued human life, Kitty didn't think that she would ever take someone's life like that. She was the kind of girl that could disarm an opponent in a physical fight, or she could hurt them just enough to keep them from attacking, generally. She didn't like death, even though she wasn't that same girl that had first arrived in Kansas so long ago, somewhere inside that little girl had popped back out after Chuck had been shot. Shooting a Croat was different to her. They weren't human anymore, they weren't able to communicate. A Croat would go after you if you didn't get it first. Kitty had assumed what she had shot at was a Croat. It was safer to shoot first now, but she still felt horrible.

Kitty felt so guilty that she couldn't even fathom going back to the camp. She needed to stay away for now, needed to try and process, try and figure out what the hell she'd done. What the hell she was going to do. She was a good shot with a gun. She knew damn well that if it'd been a Croat she wouldn't feel this way, but it wasn't and she did. After she'd run from Chuck lying there hurt she hadn't know what to do. Panic had been flooding her system. She'd run until she reached the first house she thought might have an attic. That's where she'd been ever since. She hadn't even moved. She'd been in the exact same position.

Kitty had her back against the wall. Her legs were bent and she had her knees pulled against her chest, her arms around them. The bag that she had taken scavenging with her was lying lifeless at her feet. She knew that she couldn't stay here forever. Somewhere in the logical part of her mind that wasn't freaking out. She knew that Booth wasn't going to let her just stay away from camp. That was probably for the best. She knew that staying away and isolating herself probably wasn't a good idea, but it didn't stop her from doing it at the moment. It didn't stop her from being illogical; it didn't stop her from being scared.

The diminutive mutant heard the gunshot go off. She flinched at the sound and could feel her heart hammering in her chest. Was it Booth? Or was it someone else? Right now, Kitty couldn't help but have the fear that it would be Jo, coming after her, Kitty just had to keep reminding herself that Jo didn't know. That didn't make her feel any better either.

Hearing the sound of Booth's voice calling her name out, the small woman finally moved, getting on her hands and knees before phasing. Her molecules buzzed and vibrated; first her upper half merged with the floor of the attic and then pushed through. Her upper half was all that was peeking through the ceiling, Kitty's brown eyes, seeing Booth's back. "I'm here. Hold on, I'll come down." Kitty told Booth, pulling back only after a moment. She grabbed the bag that she had and then repeated the process, only this time she let her whole body merge and then pass through the ceiling, her body seemingly floating until her feet touched down on the first floor. "Hey."

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hates_clowns
2010-11-19 08:58 pm UTC (link)

Booth heard a voice behind him. Instinctively he moved his weapon in the same direction. His gun was an attachment of himself, at least that was how he viewed it. It wasn't a physical attachment, but Seeley had been trained in armed combat for the better half of his life. He knew how guns worked, how they responded, everything about the inside and out of the destructive weapon. A few years before all this happened, it might have bothered him how intimate he'd become with guns. But now it was necessary. The gun locked on the figure before Booth even realized who it was. Only after he heard her voice did he lower the weapon and nod numbly.

"Hey." He stated in a lame attempt to maintain his cool and calm exterior. Seeing Kitty made him worry. She was by herself in a croat hot zone. There was a dead one on the ground at his feet. His main concern was for her safety more then her well being at that specific moment in time, but he didn't say anything until she was down behind him on the ground. Powers still freaked him out even after all the time he'd spent around her, but it wasn't just hers that wigged him. It was all powers. Even Buffy's freaky slayer strength worried him at times, but over the years he'd learned to deal with it all in his head and not give away his unease. There would always be that little voice in the back of his mind that said it wasn't possible for a man to fly in real life, or that it was insane for anyone to have the powers of a ghost. But again and again Lawrence proved him wrong. Part of him was glad for it, the other wished it wouldn't fray his nerves.

With powers came more danger, and more danger he couldn't protect the friends he'd made from. At times he felt small because there were certain limitations he had, that no one else did except a tiny handful of people. Eliot made things easier. His 'get over it' mentality honestly helped Booth keep a level head around all the super powers and vigilantes he normally would be arresting on a typical basis. it reminded him that things were different. That the people with special powers he'd come to know over the last few years would be the real difference in the world whether or not they knew it.

Seeley lowered is weapon completely when he faced Kitty more and tilted his head slightly. " Nice place." He tried for sarcastic humor and hoped she would get it. He wasn't very good at the comforting thing anymore.

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phasinghalfpint
2010-11-20 09:09 pm UTC (link)

Kitty knew that her mutation was one thing that had kept her safe thus far. The only reason that she was still alive probably had a lot to do with her phasing and the training that she had already accumulated before being sent to Kansas. If she didn't have that she never would have been able to adapt and survive. She never would have lived as long as she had. Part of her wished that she hadn't made it this long, and that she hadn't seen everything that she had.

One of the reasons that Booth pointing the gun at her didn't bother her was that she knew he had excellent control. Not only that, but Kitty could phase automatically at the sound of a gun going off, not that she thought he would ever shoot her to begin with, though. Seeing how he lowered his weapon and nodded only reaffirmed for Kitty that she had screwed so much up. She'd made booth worry, she'd devastated Jo, and she'd just generally caused some horrible things. Everything that was going on right now was all her fault. She felt horrible.

Booth was so cool and so calm, whereas Katherine Pryde...well the best way to put it at the moment was she was frazzled. She hadn't even thought anything of phasing in front of Booth, mostly because she didn't bother to hide her mutation anymore. She hadn't in some time. It did surprise a lot of people. Eventually everyone had seemed to get used to it.

Licking her lips slightly, Kitty took several steps closer to Booth, crossing her arms nervously. "Yeah? I decorated myself." She responded lightly. She didn't quite manage the sarcastic humor as well as Booth had, but she knew what he was getting at there. She knew that she couldn't expect him to really comfort her. "Is this the part where you give me the choice between coming back willingly or you throwing me over your shoulder and making me go back?" Kitty asked, trying to keep her tone light, even if it was extremely difficult at the moment.

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