Catseye, Yvette, and Kurt; Catseye, Yvette, and Angel

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On Thursday afternoon Kurt takes Yvette and Catseye for their driving tests, and the subject of families comes up.

When the driving instructor came through the door of the DMV with Yvette in tow, Catseye jumped up from the seat she'd been waiting in, spilling a pile of shredded paper off her lap. She'd been trying to catch up on some homework while Yvette was taking her road test but the catgirl was too elated about passing her own test earlier and too worried about Yvette passing hers to be able to concentrate, and had ended up shredding half the looseleaf in her binder with her claws.


"Did you pass?" she asked excitedly, vibrating with curiosity, "did you pass didyoupassdidyoupass?" She wished her friend wasn't so hard to read. "Are we both drivers for real? Tellmetellmetellme!"


Yvette giggled at her friend. "Yes!" she exclaimed, clapping her long hands together. "I am passing!" She turned to the instructor. "And thank you, for being so patient when I was nervous."

Catseye let out a whoop and hugged Yvette enthusiastically, though she forced herself to be careful of Yvette's fingers and hair. "Yay! That is superexcellent! Yesyesyesyesyes! Thank you Mister Driving Instructor Sir! We can drive now Yvette all by ourselves!" She resisted the urge to squeal and jump up and down, but only barely. "Let's go driving!"


The instructor chuckled and nodded. "You both did well. Now, off you go."

Yvette had only stiffened a little as Catseye grabbed her - instinct was hard to break - and returned the hug warmly, if not carefully. "We both did very well. Mr. Sefton will be very pleased to be hearing, yes?"


"Yesyesyes let's go tell him!" Catseye exclaimed, although he was just at the other end of the room in an uncomfortable-looking plastic chair, and could probably have heard Catseye from halfway down the block.


He'd already got up, in fact, and was striding towards them, laughing. "You have news for me then, girls?"


Yvette nodded, eyes glowing brightly. "We are now, how you say? The licenced drivers," she replied, pleasure overcoming her natural bashfulness. "We passed the test!"


"Congratulations to both of you!" was the cheerful response, as he reached to give both girls a quick hug - slightly more carefully for Yvette, of course. "So which of you will be driving us home?"


Catseye eyed Yvette for a moment, tail twitching, then waved a hand at her friend and grinned widely. "Yvette can drive if she wants to, I do not mind. I can drive anytime!"

Yvette gulped a little. "O-okay," she replied. Then a brainwave hit her. "Perhaps we can be stopping for the food on the way? There is the burger place that Mr. Forge and Mr. Jay found, where they do not mind the mutants so much. Catseye, she is knowing the place, yes?" She looked at her friend. "So I can drive there and then you can be driving from there to the school!"

"Okay! If that is alright with Mister Kurt," Catseye added quickly, nearly bouncing towards the door and out into the parking lot. "Now I am a real driver I can drive all by myself to where my family lives," she said proudly to no one in particular.
"Mister Kurt does not mind at all", he said easily, following her towards the door. "You are going home to see your family, Catseye?"

Becoming instantly guarded when Kurt questioned her, Catseye shrugged. "Maybe. To see, maybe. Not talk to. Yvette and me are going to learn more about our fatherpersons." She turned to Yvette. "I think I should see mine first though, not talk to. I could be a cat and watch him?"

"Perhaps, to see if he is changed from when you were the baby?" Yvette replied, thoughtfully. "It would be the good idea to have someone to be going with you, just in case, yes?" She glanced up at Kurt for confirmation.


"I would say so", Kurt agreed. "You are a very distinctive cat, after all, Catseye, and it would not be so hard for him to recognise you."

"Do you think he remembers me to recognize me?" she inquired. "It was a veryverylong time ago and if he did not like me so much he put me in the snow to make me go away maybe he has not thought about me at all and will not know me?"


"He may have tried to forget you", he had to admit. "But there cannot be many lavender cats in the world, if you are not the only one, and such things can bring back memories. Better to be safe than sorry, no?"

"Perhaps the disguise?" Yvette offered as they reached the car they'd used to get to the test and she set about adjusting the set to her height. "Maybe we can be dying her?"


Catseye pouted for a moment or two at the idea of losing her lovely lavender colour, even temporarily, but she knew Kurt and Yvette were right. "Okay yesyesyes making me a different colour is the best idea I think. Maybe I could be a lovely blue colour instead?" she asked with an eyebrow raised for Kurt, teasing.

Kurt chuckled but shook his head. "As much as I like my own fur, I think perhaps a colour you would expect in a cat might be better."

"Perhaps black?" Yvette suggested hopefully. "Black cats are pretty. But not as pretty as lavender," she added quickly, with a grin.


"Black is okay," the catgirl agreed with a nod, putting on her seat belt. "Did your fatherperson like your blue fur Mister Kurt?" she inquired curiously.

"The man who raised me as a father certainly did", he said, smiling. "As did my mother. The other man... does not matter."


"It does not really matter does it?" Catseye agreed. "It only matters that some people like you for what you look like because they know who you are in your brain and your heart. But Yvette thinks it is good to know our fatherpeople if we do not know them because maybe we think they are all bad but they are not all bad so Yvette and I think we will learn more about our fathers," she explained. "Because we are curious."

"Yes," Yvette agreed as she carefully pulled the car out of the parking lot. "And Catseye, you are right. We are who we are and knowing who our fathers are is not going to change that... but we cannot help but wonder."

"Be careful, though, girls", Kurt told them more cautiously. "Yvette, your father cannot hurt you directly, but things you could find out... and Catseye, you must be even more careful. The disguise is a good start."


"Yvette is going to make sure my fatherperson does not try to hurt me; she promised," Catseye informed Kurt with a nod. "Maybe if Yvette has a disguise too she can come with me to watch my fatherperson?" She didn't want Yvette with her visible mutation to be seen by her father if he really was the sort of person who hated all mutants enough to throw a baby out in the snow to die. "Do you think things that we find about Yvette's fatherperson could really hurt?" she asked with a twitch of her tail. "Even if they are just words on a file or in a book?"

"In some ways, yes", he said honestly. "I am not saying you should not do this, but I do not want to see either of you hurt in any way."

"I know he was not the good man," Yvette said quietly, from where she'd been concentrating on driving. "So I do not think that will be the surprise. I am still who I am, no matter what he is doing."

"Of course you are!" Kurt answered quickly. "I did not mean to imply otherwise... as long as you are sure nothing you may learn could make you question who you are."

"I am Yvette," she said simply, with the conviction of youth. "Nothing will be changing that. Just as Catseye is Catseye." She glanced in the rear-vision mirror with a brief smile for her friend.



"And Mister Kurt is Mister Kurt!" Catseye added happily. "And everyone is a driver!"

"Except me", Kurt put in, letting the other topic drop for now. "Cars have never particularly agreed with me."


Catseye opened her mouth and leaned forward at Yvette's shoulder, about to tell her that if Kurt had no license then they had driven to the DMV against the law since their beginners licenses required them to be in the car with a licensed driver. But instead, she just kept looking at Yvette, wondering if her friend would say anything.

"You do not have the license?" Yvette asked, the same thought going through her head as Catseye. "Oh, dear. I did not think to ask, I just thought every grownup person had the license..." she trailed off guiltily.

"We will not tell anyone", Kurt assured them. "You two were so very close to passing, after all. If I had seen any problem with your driving, I would have made you stop... and as I am sure Ms. Maximoff would tell you, I am a very nervous passenger."

Since she'd driven with Cammie before and Cammie didn't have a license either, Catseye let it go, though her tail was twitching back and forth as a beacon to her discomfort. "You do not have to be nervous with us, we are excellent drivers!"


"I know you are", he said hastily. "It is something that comes with most cars. And see, you had not noticed, so perhaps I am getting better about it."


***

On Thursday night, a lonely Catseye sneaks in to Angel and Yvette's suite for some company, which has Yvette and Angel coming up with a solution to her problem.

Staring at the ceiling of her bedroom, Catseye curled and uncurled her toes, then her fingers under the blankets as she waited for sleep to come. She was cold, even with the blankets, and in focusing on being cold, she couldn't seem to clear her head enough to sleep. She tried to curl into a ball on her side, but that wasn't much better. She shifted into catform, disappearing under the blankets. Now she was warmer, but she still couldn't sleep. Sleeping in a bed alone wasn't as warm as napping with someone, no matter what she tried to do.


Crawling out on top of the blankets, the purple cat grabbed a collar off her desk and tugged it around her neck with her tail, then jumped down from her bed and made her way out into the hall, padding silently outside to Angel and Yvette's window. She couldn't sleep with Yvette because the red-skinned girl got nervous about accidently hurting her and Catseye didn't want to make her nervous, but Angel was warm and never seemed to mind if the catgirl napped with her.

Opening their window with a claw and her tail, Catseye slipped inside and climbed up into Angel's bed, settling up close to Angel's head and kneading her claws into the pillow.


In small cat form, Catseye wasn't like one of those Maine Coon cats but Angel was a light enough sleeper that the extra weight and movement woke her up. She'd fallen asleep mostly face down on the pillow, a position Yvette always teased would cause Angel to suffocate one of those days, and groggily reached up a hand to pat around. Small, purring things were few and far between in the mansion.
Her hand landed on top of Catseye's head and Angel made an unintelligent "Mrrrphl" noise.

Catseye began to purr even more loudly when Angel's hand found her head and she lay contentedly beside the warm girl for a while, occasionally licking Angel's hair in appreciation for the skritching. She adjusted herself so she was stretched out facing Angel and then shifted into girlform. "Angel," she whispered, "you don't mind if I nap with you do you?"


It was amazing how much space Catseye could take up when she was in human form. Angel was still having some growth spurts but Cats certainly took the cake in the legs department. Thankfully, the redhead had enough practice to know to shift slightly so she didn't tumble flailing to the floor. "No," she whispered back, trying to not wake up Yvette. She tugged more blanket out from under the other girl and frowned in thought. "But this makes, like, a lot of times lately you've come in. Everything okay?"

From the other side of the room came an unintelligible grumbling noise, followed by pillow being flung at Angel. Obviously Yvette got some practice doing this, even half-asleep - the pillow was almost precisely on-target. "~Angel, you are talking in your sleep again,~" came the complaint in Yvette's native language.

Reaching up, Angel moved the pillow from her shoulder blades before she sat up, blinking the sleep from her eyes. “Something something pancakes?” she half guessed, still not quite awake. In the dark, she raised a curled hand and cupped inside she called forth just a little fire. The light spilled out from her fingers and it was enough for them to see by but not blind anyone. “We’ve got a guest again,” she continued, yawning deeply. “Not that I mind but I’m a little worried.”

"It is sleep time not pancake time," Catseye answered with a flick of her tail, eyes drawn to Angel's fire. "I was just asking Angel if I can sleep in her bed with her," she explained to Yvette, "and she thinks I come by a lot and that everything is not okay. My bed is cold and I am the only one in my room it is too quiet. Is it okay if I sleep here?"

Rubbing her eyes, Yvette sat up and yawned. "It is being okay," she replied sleepily, her accent thickened by virtue of not being fully awake. "Are you being lonely by yourself?"

"Well sometimes it is okay being alone like when I am practicing sex by myself but lots of times yes it is lonely being in my room by myself."

There was a kind of strangled noise from Yvette's side of the room and a sudden flash of blue light from her eyes, quickly smothered by the pillow the Albanian girl buried her face in.

While the blue light from Yvette had flashed, the fire in Angel’s hand had dimmed when she’d nearly fallen off the bed. Flailing around a bit, she caught the covers and yanked herself fully back on the bed. Eyes a bit wide, she cleared her throat. “Uh, let’s, um.” Mental images were bad, she thought desperately, wishing she could turn the fire inward to clear her brain. “How often do you-“ There was a squeak from the other bed and Angel rushed to finish her sentence. “-get lonely? You’ve been in here pretty often.”


"I get lonely lots of times," Catseye replied, not really understanding why that was an issue. "Sometimes I think I should practice sex so that if Nick and I ever have sex I will know what I like but it is not hard to find out what I like so now I know and practicing sex feels good but naps with people and being warm and having skritches and not being alone feels better."

Angel didn’t know what was worse – the slightly bizarre conversation about trying out sex with Catseye or the strangled noises coming from Yvette’s bed. “You sound like you need a suitemate,” she said, trying to forge on despite the odds. “So you could have your … private time when you need it but have someone in the apartment with you.”

Tilting her head in thought, Catseye pondered what Angel was saying as she jumped onto the other bed and poked at Yvette through the blankets. "Because I cannot keep sneaking into other peoples' beds using their windows?" she mused, wondering where the flaw was in the system she had now. "Are you okay?" she asked Yvette, eyebrow raised inquisitively.

"Fine," came the muffled response, before Yvette lowered the pillow. If she'd been capable, she would have been blushing enough to light up a small town. "Where I am from, it is not the thing to talk about the..." Her voice dropped and she near-whispered the dreaded word. "sex."

"Oh! Right! Sorry Yvette! Nick said I should not talk about practicing sex ever but I forgot." She still didn't understand what the issue was, but she respected Nick's judgment and Yvette's feelings enough to let the topic go. "I will not talk about it anymore okay?" she promised, and hugged the girl through the blankets.

"It is okay. Some people are not so used to it being spoken about, that is all." Yvette didn't want Catseye to be upset, after all. "So, perhaps the suite mate could be the good idea for you?" she suggested instead, to get away from the Dreaded Topic. "So you have the company when you are wanting it? It is not good to be lonely."


The blob of blue fire grew in brightness as Angel transferred it to the top of her head so she could slide around and seat herself on the edge of the bed instead of in the nest that her bed had turned into. “Especially at night,” she agreed, stretching and trying to not fall back asleep right on the spot.


"And then I would not have to climb in other peoples' windows except when I want to visit?" she repeated, sounding more convinced this time. "Can Nick be my suite mate?"


"Ah, I do not think that is the good idea," Yvette quavered, trying not to start squeaking again. "The boys and the girls only live together in the same rooms when they are like being married, yes?" She looked to Angel for confimation, almost desperately.


If there had been more light, the other two would have seen a look of sheer panic cross Angel’s face. It was fleeting as she clear her throat to buy her more time. “Or being real closed to being married or feeling like they’re being married or just –“ She coughed again. “But! You guys are real new so it would probably not be a good idea, Cats.”

"Okay," the catgirl conceded with a shrug, not understanding at all but deciding she was never going to understand by asking either of the girls. "Who should I ask to be my suite mate then?"


"The friend," Yvette replied. "Who you are not being attracted to, so you do not make Nick jealous, yes?" She looked over at Angel again, eyes glowing brighter in the dim room. "The person you are comfortable with, yes?"


Angel blinked at Yvette. "You mean sort of like the person she's been crashing with repeatedly these past few nights?" she asked after a moment of trying to think about it. The suites were for 18 years or up and Angel already had a roommate. But Catseye looked like she could use a roommate and December 15th was fast approaching...
But she didn't want to leave Yvette and tried to communicate all this to her roommate through facial expressions.

Fortunately Yvette had been sharing living space with Angel for a while now, and recognised that her roomie wasn't having some sort of seizure. She gigled a little and nodded. "I think, perhaps, if you are asking the teachers, they would not mind so much if you are sharing the suite early?" she suggested. "And there are lots of the students for me to be having the roomie again."


"What?" Catseye asked, confused. "Early? Roomie? I do not think I understand..." she said to the room in general, "are you saying that Angel should be my suite mate? But what about Yvette? You are friends I do not want to make you go in different rooms because of me!"

"Yvette wouldn't have suggested it if she wasn't comfortable with the idea," Angel said slowly, turning the idea over in her mind. "And it's not like we wouldn't see each other or hang out, you know?" And as much as she adored her roommate, the idea of getting one of the older suites appealed to her. "How do you like the idea overall, though, Cats?"

"If I get a suite mate does that mean I can only sleep with them and not come visit anyone else for naps?"

"Oh no. It just means that you will not be as lonely in the suite," Yvette hastily clarified. "You will still be able to nap with the people." She looked at Angel. "And I do not mind so much. Angel would be moving when she is eighteen any way, so it is only a little earlier."


"And then you get a new suite mate?" Catseye inquired, a smile appearing slowly on her face. "I think I like this plan because Yvette is a very nice person and would be very nice to a new student because new students might be scared and homesick and it would be good for them to have Yvette to make them feel better! Do you want to be my suite mate Angel?"

“Oh yeah, I think it’d be awesome!” Angel beamed at the other two on the bed. The greatest thing about living in the mansion had turned out to be the ease in which people could hang out. “Sleepovers” turned into a matter of dragging down enough bedding either a hallway away or a floor up. “We’d have to double check with the Professor since I’m not quite eighteen but I think he’ll be cool with it considering why, you know?”



"I think he would, yes," Yvette replied, with an emphatic log. "He is the very wise man."