Kitty and Scott: The Date (Backdated to last night)

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Scott and Kitty go on a first date, flirting and beetlejuice references ensue.

Kitty stared out the window as the world spun past her and Scott, tracks clacking as the train barreled it's way through the darkening landscape. The sun was dipping its way beneath the horizon, casting grey and pink shadows on the trees that they passed. The look on Kitty’s face wasn't dreamy, however, but curious.


"Do you think anyone ever got murdered on this train?" She mused aloud. "Like the Orient Express? Imagine if someone tried to or if there was a giant train robbery? Do you think that sort of thing happens anymore? I always thought it'd be kind of exciting to be caught up like an Agatha Christie character." Kitty ducked her head. "Not that I want anyone to be murdered on our first date."

"You realize, now you've said that you've jinxed it right?" Scott asked with a grin, "Any second now someone will scream and a little Belgian detective will appear down the aisle and the case will be on or Billy the kid will appear from the back of the train." Scott turned to look back at the door to the carriage before giving Kitty a wry smile, "you know, considering our lives, it's not as unlikely as you think, I've seen weirder things happen. I guess things like that must still happen now and then, although yeah, I'd prefer that nothing like that happen tonight either."


"Yes, but have you seen weirder things happen on a date?" Kitty countered, laughing. "Don't you think our X-karma entitles us to a nice, quiet dinner for two?"


"Well, I haven't exactly been on that many dates," Scott admitted, "But in my experience you should never underestimate the power of the field trip curse. Just when you think things are going well, murphy's law strikes."


"Don't remind me about field trips," Kitty groaned. "The last one I was a chaperone on..." She shook her head. Even a trip to the museum had a way of going pear-shaped. She picked up her menu and smiled as she glanced through the pages. "Mmm...everything here looks so... classy. What do you think they'd do if I asked for a hamburger and fries?"


Scott glanced over at the waiter and smiled, "I'm pretty sure his head would start steaming," he noted with a laugh quickly looking back at Kitty as the waiter glanced in their direction and grinning at her. "you know it might be worth it just to see his reaction. Though I'm pretty sure we should have a back up plan, just in case." Even on a date he had to think of a contingency plan.


"Hmm." She wrinkled her nose. "I guess I could order the salad." Kitty liked to eat but conversations with her mother floated in the back of her mind as she looked at the menu. Tapping it, she said, "What are you having? And back up plan? Do you have one for everything that could happen tonight?" She grinned.


"Well not everything but I hit the high points, you know, your attack by Magneto, giant tidal wave hits, demon invasion, you hate the night and storm off. You know the worst case scenarios," he replied with a smile, his heart skipping a beat as he tried to stay blase. "I think, hmm the ravioli looks good," he decided, "or the bass. I think I'll go with the fish."


" Yeah, I hate that Magneto guy. Always busting in on my dates--especially train rides," Kitty quipped, then glanced over her shoulder. "We better not say his name again. It might summon him like Beetlejuice."


"Yeah, he's a real downer like that, it'd be just like him to come and ruin a wonderful evening, I think that's like a secondary power of...metal man." Scott shrugged and grinned at Kitty, "We have 1 more naming, if movie logic applies but why tempt fate right." The very last thing Scott wanted was for Eric to actually show up nearby, hopefully the Field Trip Curse could give them a break for tonight.


"I'd be tempted to name him if it meant he'd show up in that suit." Kitty giggled. "Anyhow, what's going on in your world? Anything you want to talk about in the daylight hours?" She inched her hand across the table, not quite daring to take his but thinking about it.


"Okay, so that would be pretty hilarious," Scott agreed struggling to contain a laugh, "still not enough for me to want to ruin tonight, but I don't think I'm gonna be able to keep a straight face next time I meet him." Scott shook his head and smirked at Kitty, "Thanks for that, I can just picture the scene, a tense stand off over the fate of the US...and then Beetlejuice and the whole thing breaks down, all because of you." he teased, his eyes flicking down to her hand on the table. "By the light of day things aren't that different, the view is just as great...and life, well my brother managed to break his foot, and then decided to tie himself onto a skateboard and throw himself down some stairs or down a ramp. I'm not sure if he's crazy or I'm getting old, but I swear I have more grey hair now than I did just a few months ago." he noted wryly, his hand sliding slowly towards Kitty's, "How about you? What's new in your world?".


"Not too much...well, other than Garrison and all of that," she hesitated, not sure of whether or not to talk about the missions that they'd done, the things she'd seen. Her fingers found Scott's and brushed them. "And staying up all night playing stupid Canadian survival video games. You know, really I'm not all that interesting most of the time. I think if left to my own devices, I'd eventually be one of those people who you find being eaten by their cats. Except I don't have cats...so it wouldn't even be my cats doing the eating." She wrinkled her nose. "Somehow that sounds worse."


"I wouldn't be so sure of that, I'd say you're fascinating." he disagreed with a wry smile, "Besides, playing Canadian survival games? Although if you want, we test out those wilderness skills." he noted with a grin. "A chance to get lost in the middle of no-where...as long as it's not too cold." He'd done the camping thing in Alaska, but he'd prefer somewhere a little warmer. "You could always get a cat, if that would make it any better?" Scott noted with a smile, pushing his hand a little further up the table to entangle his fingers with Kitty's, "I have one that you could borrow, Although, they do tend to take over your whole room, I'm pretty Des only tolerates me in her apartment because I feed her." He gave a wry smile, "If you wanna get on her good side, bring treats and she'll love you forever, that or a toy."


"Oh. I don't know...do you think a cat could tolerate me? If I was gonna have a pet, I think it'd probably have to be a dragon." Kitty grinned. She glanced at their twined fingers and the smile softened. "Sure, let's test out those skills. But where are you thinking we can go this time of year and not be cold in a tent? I'm not sure going somewhere like Hawaii is really camping."


"Well Des put up with Alex...eventually...at least after he brought her treats; that cat will do anything for a supply of treats I swear. Though a dragon?" Scott's mind flashed back to Lockheed, "I'd be careful of what you wish for, you never know what will show up in our lives. A fire breathing dragon is probably one of the most normal things we'd see in a month." Especially if you already knew that dragons had existed, "Hmmm, I'm sure if you head to California or Texas you could probably catch some warm weather and at this time of the year some solitude too. Anything has to be warmer than the mansion at the moment."


"Oh, I know. I got totally spoiled living in the Northwest. I don't know how to deal with anything outside of bleak grey skies now." Kitty grinned. "It was always a culture shock when my old boss wanted me to go meet her in Florida." She shook her head. "Not my kind of place. Or maybe it was just her."


"So you don't like the conventional 'Sun, Sea & Sand'?" Scott teased, "That must make picking holiday destinations or camping locations a little difficult. Was your old boss that much of a pain?"


"She could be. Or maybe it was just the things that she wanted me to do." Kitty shrugged, not sure of how much to say. "There was a lot of acquisition involved."


"You don't sound too enthused about that," Scott noted giving Kitty's hand a squeeze, "not really something you were really comfortable with?"


"At the time I was. Now... I don't know." She looked Scott in the eye. "I've done a lot of things I'm not particularly proud of."

Scott took a moment to answer as he collected his thoughts, not letting go of Kitty's hand. "I don't think there is anyone who has seen what we've seen, done what we've done who hasn't got something in their past that they're ashamed of or that they think they should have done differently." he allowed. "I know I have." Scott reached over the table to take up Kitty's other hand with his free one, "But we learn from our mistakes and grow, Besides, without all that history, those decisions we wouldn't be the people we are here today. And I kinda like the way the gorgeous lady sitting across from me turned out."

"Now you're flattering me," she said, trying to turn the conversation slightly. "But you're pretty great yourself."

Kitty wondered what Scott would think if she did tell him about the objects she'd taken, the places she'd seen and the people that she'd been with. Pushing the thought away, she let her eyes drift to the waiter as he wove his way toward their table.

"I'm trying," Scott agreed with a smile, "I'm pretty sure that's how this is supposed to go, moonlight, dinner, compliments, which are all true so that makes it easier," he confided to her as an aside. "So," Scott eyed the waiter as he arrived at the table just realizing he was still holding Kitty's hand and didn't particularly want to let go just yet, "what would you like to have?"

"All of it," she said cheerfully. "But I guess I should just settle for the salad." She gave his fingers a little squeeze, then grinned. "Not going to though." Glancing up at the waiter, she said, "You got any cheeseburgers?"

The sniff was almost audible.

"Ummm..." Kitty paused. "I'll have your special then. Whatever that is. No, don't tell me." From the subtle eyebrow lift of disgust on the waiter's face, she was quite sure whatever was coming would be terrible. Then again, and she grinned to herself, it would be memorable at the very least.