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pryde_and_grit) wrote2009-07-01 10:26 pm
pryde_and_grit) wrote2009-07-01 10:26 pm
Homecoming
Kit stood in the hangar, watching as Kurt brought the jet in for a landing. It was a rocky landing, but it still got the job done; not bad for a first try. She really wished she had a cigarette in her hands, but she'd been cutting back so that by the time there was a baby in the mansion it wouldn't be an unhealthy environment.
Well, any more unhealthy than it was. She'd been from Chicago for a few weeks now, spending her time rattling around in the big, empty house as she got herself emotionally stable again. Stable enough for handling the kids getting back from Muir anyway. There seemed to be a lot of the 'enough' going around. she'd have to work on that.
The first one off the jet was Lockheed, and he was not happy to have been away from Kit for so long. He flew at her hard enough to knock the breath from her as he hit her chest, then he was clinging like he wanted to become part of her skin again. Was alternating between worried coos and heated, angry muttering. When he slowed down she might be able to distinguish individual words in the scolding? All she could do was pet him for now, reassure him that the emotional fluxes he'd felt hadn't...
...broken her...
Kurt was little better, 'porting out of the pilot's seat to hug her, then crouching against her legs with his tail wrapped firmly around her waist. Well, at least she'd been missed? She'd kind of vaguely hoped that the time away might have made him a little less dependent but...no dice it seemed. Sometimes it terrified her just how easy it would be to take advantage of the little elf. Just one slip and he'd always look to her but, god, that made her sick. Maybe, after she'd dealt with Logan, she'd do a little more digging into Kurt's history. Track down the people who'd had him...make sure they couldn't ever break anyone like that again.
The Jamies came next, carrying luggage, then the still pale, obviously unhealthy Wanda carrying the far healthier, and happier Isobel. Seeing the baby was like feeling the fresh air after months of being locked away. Just something good, and clean after all the miasma that life had become. "It'll be alright" she found herself saying, to 'Heed and Kurt, to Wanda and her little bundle. "It'll be alright."
Because, suddenly, she thought it might.
Even when Wanda had a melt down and nearly pitched the kid out the window, Kit had a little hope.
And a kid she kept an eye on. Kurt was good with the baby too, and the Jamies loved the little mite. Even Rogue thought she was adorable. Isobel was easy to love. The Wanda started picking fights with all the 'baby sitters'. And weekly, with Kit herself. They managed somehow. And Kit literally dragged Wanda to a psych in town.
Post Natal Depression. A few pills, if the witch would take them, and it might not be so bad.
The fights continued anyway. A little less intensely, but they continued.
Then Mort called her. Five months into the search and he had a lead, finally. That was the problem with 'under the radar' searches. They took time. That night she slipped away to hide in the shadows of the nearest bar. The bartender knew her, and he didn't mind that sometimes she literally faded into the shadows, and that sometimes there was a little dragon drinking from her glass instead. He kept the whiskey coming and even offered to get her home. He'd never seen her there without Logan, and while it'd been nice to not have a fight in the bar tonight it was still...weird...
She got herself home.
Several more months went by with Wanda's moods growing worse by the day. Kit didn't trust her alone with Isobel anymore, so Lockheed was the infant's constant companion.
Then Mortimer called and asked her to come to Wisconsin. He had news that Logan might put in an appearance there and they'd need to be in place to see the show. Kit brought Isobel with her, making a stop off in Chicago to have Inq babysit. Then it was off to see Toad.
And Logan.
On SHIELDS leash.
Oh fucking hell.
When next Wanda tried to start a fight with her, kitty phased a knife into the bitch's throat and stared her down. She didn't have time, or energy, to spare for the girl's stupidity. That gained weeks of good behavior, which was good. Kit had to plan...
...and see him in action a few more times. Mortimer would get her the info she needed for a strike.
Well, any more unhealthy than it was. She'd been from Chicago for a few weeks now, spending her time rattling around in the big, empty house as she got herself emotionally stable again. Stable enough for handling the kids getting back from Muir anyway. There seemed to be a lot of the 'enough' going around. she'd have to work on that.
The first one off the jet was Lockheed, and he was not happy to have been away from Kit for so long. He flew at her hard enough to knock the breath from her as he hit her chest, then he was clinging like he wanted to become part of her skin again. Was alternating between worried coos and heated, angry muttering. When he slowed down she might be able to distinguish individual words in the scolding? All she could do was pet him for now, reassure him that the emotional fluxes he'd felt hadn't...
...broken her...
Kurt was little better, 'porting out of the pilot's seat to hug her, then crouching against her legs with his tail wrapped firmly around her waist. Well, at least she'd been missed? She'd kind of vaguely hoped that the time away might have made him a little less dependent but...no dice it seemed. Sometimes it terrified her just how easy it would be to take advantage of the little elf. Just one slip and he'd always look to her but, god, that made her sick. Maybe, after she'd dealt with Logan, she'd do a little more digging into Kurt's history. Track down the people who'd had him...make sure they couldn't ever break anyone like that again.
The Jamies came next, carrying luggage, then the still pale, obviously unhealthy Wanda carrying the far healthier, and happier Isobel. Seeing the baby was like feeling the fresh air after months of being locked away. Just something good, and clean after all the miasma that life had become. "It'll be alright" she found herself saying, to 'Heed and Kurt, to Wanda and her little bundle. "It'll be alright."
Because, suddenly, she thought it might.
Even when Wanda had a melt down and nearly pitched the kid out the window, Kit had a little hope.
And a kid she kept an eye on. Kurt was good with the baby too, and the Jamies loved the little mite. Even Rogue thought she was adorable. Isobel was easy to love. The Wanda started picking fights with all the 'baby sitters'. And weekly, with Kit herself. They managed somehow. And Kit literally dragged Wanda to a psych in town.
Post Natal Depression. A few pills, if the witch would take them, and it might not be so bad.
The fights continued anyway. A little less intensely, but they continued.
Then Mort called her. Five months into the search and he had a lead, finally. That was the problem with 'under the radar' searches. They took time. That night she slipped away to hide in the shadows of the nearest bar. The bartender knew her, and he didn't mind that sometimes she literally faded into the shadows, and that sometimes there was a little dragon drinking from her glass instead. He kept the whiskey coming and even offered to get her home. He'd never seen her there without Logan, and while it'd been nice to not have a fight in the bar tonight it was still...weird...
She got herself home.
Several more months went by with Wanda's moods growing worse by the day. Kit didn't trust her alone with Isobel anymore, so Lockheed was the infant's constant companion.
Then Mortimer called and asked her to come to Wisconsin. He had news that Logan might put in an appearance there and they'd need to be in place to see the show. Kit brought Isobel with her, making a stop off in Chicago to have Inq babysit. Then it was off to see Toad.
And Logan.
On SHIELDS leash.
Oh fucking hell.
When next Wanda tried to start a fight with her, kitty phased a knife into the bitch's throat and stared her down. She didn't have time, or energy, to spare for the girl's stupidity. That gained weeks of good behavior, which was good. Kit had to plan...
...and see him in action a few more times. Mortimer would get her the info she needed for a strike.