Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Men. Don't sue me, and
I'll be your best friend...
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Kitty's POV again.
Author's Note: This story is semi-AU, meaning it isn't completely
alternate universe, but it doesn't really go along with the show completely
either. Basically, it takes place after "Day of Reckoning," and
ignores anything that may come after it. (I can't see into the future, so I
can't predict season three...sorry...) Anyway, it diverges from what is sure to
be the path the show takes by having Lance leave town following the battle in
the mall between the Brotherhood and the X-Men. (I just don't see the writers
doing that…)
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Fate Steps in and Turns
on the Radio
By: Addie Logan
I was in the kitchen when I heard
Rogue scream my name. The urgency in her voice made me fear the worst, but
nothing could've prepared me for what I saw.
I didn't have to ask who it was.
Three years had aged him, ripped away the last bit of childhood from his face,
but I'd still know him anywhere. Those deep brown eyes, always almost hidden by
dark, unkempt hair.
Lance Alvers.
My heart leapt at the sight of him,
and I knew then that I was still in love with him. I wanted to cry.
I stared at the television,
wondering if I was caught in some strange dream. One where Rogue was watching
Mtv and Lance was being interviewed by Carson Daly...
"The first single, 'Avalanche,'
has been a huge hit, and a lot of people are saying it's because of all
the emotion you put in when you sing it. Was there any sort of inspiration
behind that song?"
I'll remember Carson's question and
Lance's answer for the rest of my life. I'll be able to recite it from my death
bed.
"Yeah. I girl I loved in high
school. Her name was Kitty." He paused, and for a second I could see the
raw emotion in his eyes before he shut off again. "But what really made
the song into the hit it is, Carson, has nothing to do with me alone, but the
strength of all the guys in the band."
Someone else in the band—I think
they said his name was Mike—spoke for most of the rest of the interview. I kept
staring at Lance though, trying to reconcile the moment with reality.
Then they sang the song, and I felt
like I couldn't breathe. I'd heard it on the radio plenty of times before, but
I'd never paid it much attention.
Funny how a song changes when you
realize it's being sung to you—literally.
I saw you
standin' there
Saw heaven in
your eyes
You were all
I ever wanted
And all I
couldn't dare
I wanted to
be your man
Wanted to be
more than I should
Tried to stay
away from you
I fell down,
down, down
You didn't
know what you did to me
Never knew I
was your clown
You're
everything I needed to be
All I
shouldn't have
You hit me
like an avalanche
You were too
good for me
I knew it
from the start
I didn't
stop, I didn't care
I threw away
my weak heart
I let myself
love you
Knowin' we
could never be
Now I have to
close this tear
Losin' you
made in me
I fell down,
down, down
You didn't
know what you did to me
Never knew I
was your clown
You're
everything I needed to be
All I
shouldn't have
You hit me like an avalanche...
When the song ended, Lance looked
directly into the camera, and it was as if our eyes met. I knew at that moment
he was thinking about me, and I couldn't hold the tears back anymore.
Rogue hugged me. Years of sharing a
living space had long since changed our initial animosity into a deep
friendship.
She asked me if I still loved him.
I lied.
I said no.
She obviously didn't believe me.
She told me his band was doing a concert in New York City the weekend after next,
and she said we should get tickets. After the concert we could wait out back
and try to find Lance.
I reminded her about Peter.
She said as my best friend, it was
her duty to inform me that I was not in love with my current boyfriend, and I should
make a play for the man who—albeit for reasons she could not understand—still
had my heart.
I said I didn't want to. I wasn't
in love with Lance. I had Peter. Besides, standing around waiting for him to
notice us would never work.
She said it was either that, or
she'd tell Gambit to find out where Lance lived and then break me in whether I
liked it or not.
I laughed, but stayed firm in my
refusal. My heart was screaming yes at the thought of seeing Lance again, but
my brain just wouldn't allow it.
Peter was safe and comfortable.
Lance would be anything but.
Rogue let it go for awhile. Until
she won some radio call-in contest.
Two tickets and backstage passes to
Five Average Guys.
Lance's band.
Rogue called it a sign. Said I
couldn't go against fate.
Today she woke me up early so she
could dress me up like her personal life-size Barbie doll.
We're backstage now, and they just
finished the last encore. He's suddenly so close, and I don't know if I want to
run to him or away from him.
Panic freezes me, so I can't do
either.
He's turning and I think...
Our eyes lock.
He's seen me.
