Post by Iceman on Jul 21, 2006 21:53:32 GMT -5
(Disclaimer: Lots of mostly bleeped but still obvious foul language to come)
Girls sure did talk a lot.
In the last six months, Kitty had sent more emails than Bobby thought he’d ever sent in his life.
Then again, Kitty had many friends back home who she emailed almost every day. She was also very close to her parents, and talked to them even more than she did her friends. Bobby didn’t send many emails because he had very few people to talk to from back home. He’d managed to keep a few friends, ones who his parents didn’t really know and who didn’t ever talk to Ronnie. But most of the others, like his family, had stopped keeping in touch soon after he’d told his parents the truth about his powers.
Bobby’s eyes scanned across the page as he scrolled down the extremely long document. He’d become so familiar with it that his eyes knew exactly where on the screen he could find the email of whoever it was Kitty was talking to, and it was the only thing he looked at. He felt bad enough for hacking—well, looking at the information that had been hacked from—Kitty’s computer. He didn’t need to add to that guilt by reading all her emails, too.
He glanced at the scrollbar to the right of the page. He was almost at the bottom. ’Thank God,’ he thought emphatically. His eyes hit on each email address down the screen, all familiar. A dancing friend. Her parents. Somebody with ‘chica’ in their address. All the same. His hope was being seriously deflated.
Then a new email address caught his eye, causing him to stop. ‘Sparky@hotmail.com’. Definently didn’t seem like an email Rogue would use, but…His eyes scanned over the message just to be sure.
From: Sparky@hotmail.com
To: KitEKat@xinstitute.ac
Subject: Quick note
Country roads, take me home to the place I belong
Ol' Virginia mountain mama take me home country roads
Sparky
-x-
Bobby lifted one eyebrow. Weird topic of conversation. Looking on to the next message, he saw it was from Kitty to the same person.
From: KitEKat@xinstitute.ac
To: Sparky@hotmail.com
Subject: Re: Quick note
John Denver is NOT the way to let someone know you still exist after everyone thinks you DIED and then turned up again by getting SHOT on the NEWS!! I appreciate the notice, but I would ALSO have appreciated it about SIX MONTHS AGO.
I'm glad you're still alive, but you shouldn't be e-mailing me anyway.
Kitty
PS: I hope your shoulder's OK. Pete said it would be, but I don't know.
By the time he reached the end of this message, Bobby was in shock. He re-read it through twice, and by the time he began to accept that it was truly there, and truly saying what he thought he was reading, anger began to set in. And when it did, it was intense. The thoughts that ran through his head not only consisted some of the foulest language he had ever used in his life (even though it was only in his mind), but also were the angriest thoughts he’d ever had.
He went on to the next message from—’That slimy f****** d****** traitor!!!’ And then the next, and then next—All in all, there were seven of them. By the end of it, Bobby was severely pissed. Not only at John, but at Kitty as well. Especially upon reading her message to him which said,
“I didn't mean it like that. I meant that if we have a webmaster, which I think we might, or someone who generally goes through computer files, Storm and everyone will totally come kill you. I bet they can trace the signal or something, and that's putting your entire group at risk.”
‘Who the f***’s side is she ON, anyway?!?!? ‘That’s putting your entire group at risk’?!?! Like she ought to give one flying g**d*** f*** about the safety of their group! Did she completely forget that that group tried to KILL US ALL?
?’
In Bobby’s mind, it was obvious that John was using Kitty. He probably planned to get information from her or something—John wasn’t a dumbass, and Bobby knew he’d wised up even more under Magneto’s watch. Even if he just wanted to get inside Kitty’s head, there was a reason. Bobby was angry at Kitty for being so naïve—so incredibly, UTTERLY naïve—that she would actually keep in contact with him. She should have told Storm the second John emailed her.
He sat at the computer, his hands and arms shaking he was so unbelievably furious. His hand grabbed the mouse again, highlighting the emails to and from John. File…Print…Print Selection. He stood, shoving the chair back roughly, and crossed the computer room to the printers. As soon as the pages printed, he returned to the computer and saved the email, then closed out of everything. From there, still fuming, with papers in hand and the most angry expression on his face that he had worn in a long time, he made his way downstairs to find Storm.
And God help him if he ran into Kitty along the way.
Girls sure did talk a lot.
In the last six months, Kitty had sent more emails than Bobby thought he’d ever sent in his life.
Then again, Kitty had many friends back home who she emailed almost every day. She was also very close to her parents, and talked to them even more than she did her friends. Bobby didn’t send many emails because he had very few people to talk to from back home. He’d managed to keep a few friends, ones who his parents didn’t really know and who didn’t ever talk to Ronnie. But most of the others, like his family, had stopped keeping in touch soon after he’d told his parents the truth about his powers.
Bobby’s eyes scanned across the page as he scrolled down the extremely long document. He’d become so familiar with it that his eyes knew exactly where on the screen he could find the email of whoever it was Kitty was talking to, and it was the only thing he looked at. He felt bad enough for hacking—well, looking at the information that had been hacked from—Kitty’s computer. He didn’t need to add to that guilt by reading all her emails, too.
He glanced at the scrollbar to the right of the page. He was almost at the bottom. ’Thank God,’ he thought emphatically. His eyes hit on each email address down the screen, all familiar. A dancing friend. Her parents. Somebody with ‘chica’ in their address. All the same. His hope was being seriously deflated.
Then a new email address caught his eye, causing him to stop. ‘Sparky@hotmail.com’. Definently didn’t seem like an email Rogue would use, but…His eyes scanned over the message just to be sure.
From: Sparky@hotmail.com
To: KitEKat@xinstitute.ac
Subject: Quick note
Country roads, take me home to the place I belong
Ol' Virginia mountain mama take me home country roads
Sparky
-x-
Bobby lifted one eyebrow. Weird topic of conversation. Looking on to the next message, he saw it was from Kitty to the same person.
From: KitEKat@xinstitute.ac
To: Sparky@hotmail.com
Subject: Re: Quick note
John Denver is NOT the way to let someone know you still exist after everyone thinks you DIED and then turned up again by getting SHOT on the NEWS!! I appreciate the notice, but I would ALSO have appreciated it about SIX MONTHS AGO.
I'm glad you're still alive, but you shouldn't be e-mailing me anyway.
Kitty
PS: I hope your shoulder's OK. Pete said it would be, but I don't know.
By the time he reached the end of this message, Bobby was in shock. He re-read it through twice, and by the time he began to accept that it was truly there, and truly saying what he thought he was reading, anger began to set in. And when it did, it was intense. The thoughts that ran through his head not only consisted some of the foulest language he had ever used in his life (even though it was only in his mind), but also were the angriest thoughts he’d ever had.
He went on to the next message from—’That slimy f****** d****** traitor!!!’ And then the next, and then next—All in all, there were seven of them. By the end of it, Bobby was severely pissed. Not only at John, but at Kitty as well. Especially upon reading her message to him which said,
“I didn't mean it like that. I meant that if we have a webmaster, which I think we might, or someone who generally goes through computer files, Storm and everyone will totally come kill you. I bet they can trace the signal or something, and that's putting your entire group at risk.”
‘Who the f***’s side is she ON, anyway?!?!? ‘That’s putting your entire group at risk’?!?! Like she ought to give one flying g**d*** f*** about the safety of their group! Did she completely forget that that group tried to KILL US ALL?
?’In Bobby’s mind, it was obvious that John was using Kitty. He probably planned to get information from her or something—John wasn’t a dumbass, and Bobby knew he’d wised up even more under Magneto’s watch. Even if he just wanted to get inside Kitty’s head, there was a reason. Bobby was angry at Kitty for being so naïve—so incredibly, UTTERLY naïve—that she would actually keep in contact with him. She should have told Storm the second John emailed her.
He sat at the computer, his hands and arms shaking he was so unbelievably furious. His hand grabbed the mouse again, highlighting the emails to and from John. File…Print…Print Selection. He stood, shoving the chair back roughly, and crossed the computer room to the printers. As soon as the pages printed, he returned to the computer and saved the email, then closed out of everything. From there, still fuming, with papers in hand and the most angry expression on his face that he had worn in a long time, he made his way downstairs to find Storm.
And God help him if he ran into Kitty along the way.
