Ceiling Kitty is Watching You... (1/?)

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Ceiling Kitty is Watching You... (1/?)
by:
Lilith Langtree


After the metahuman sex change, she looked sweet and cute, like the girl next door with a cute little dragon tattoo. Once Kitty Pryde encountered an ancient evil thought dead, the cat's claws come out.

Author's Note: Kudos to djkauf for betaing this for me. Pic Credit: Found at Comicvine.
This story is unfinished at this point. My lack of interaction with my readers has pretty much killed my creativity across the board with all of my stories, so I'm releasing this one in hopes of reigniting the spark.

Chapter One

Previously on I Am The Night by Enemyoffun:

Location: STAR Labs, Chicago, IL

As I was flipping through the channels, the door opened and another girl came into the room. She was about my age, reddish brown hair, t-shirt and jeans. She looked out of place and as nervous as hell. She smiled at me and took a seat on the other side of the room. I watched her for a few minutes but it was clear that she was really uncomfortable. It didn’t take a genius to figure out she was a Meta, too. It was the way she sat and walked, it screamed guy. It was the way she looked, too. Her clothes were a bit too tight even though they were for the proper gender and her hair was done all wrong. I felt bad for her because it was clear that she didn’t want this at all.

“Hi” I said, trying to make small talk. “My name’s Stephanie, what’s yours?”

She snorted. “Kevin…I mean, Kitty I guess.”

“That’s cute,” I said, trying to be nice. It was, too, I wish I’d thought of something that cute.

She scoffed. “My Mom’s idea.”

She shifted a bit, allowing me to see some of her ankle. It was then that I saw a purple dragon tat there. “Cool tat.”

She tugged on her pant leg but it was clear that it was just a tad short. “That’s Lockheed. He’s my school’s mascot. It was pretty cool when me and the guys got them, though it was on my arm before; I’m not sure how it got down there.”

I smiled and nodded. I decided to break the ice. “What’s your thing?”

She shrugged. “Damned if I know. Took a bad tackle in practice, knocked me out cold. When I woke up, bam, boob city. Two nights ago, I woke up underneath my bed. Then this morning I was in the basement, three floors beneath my room. My Mom freaked and brought me here. They said on the news they could help people like me.”

I nodded. We talked for a bit more. Kitty went to a school just outside Chicago or at least she did. After becoming her new self, she hasn’t been back since. Her mother was seriously considering moving, making a clean start somewhere else. Kitty said she found a brochure in the mail for some private school in Westchester County New York. She wasn’t too keen on the idea but it sounded cool to me.

And now, Chapter One of Ceiling Kitty is Watching You:

Tuesday, September 13, Year One.

When I stepped out onto the sidewalk in front of STAR Labs, I had to stop to pick a wedgie out of my butt. The weird look I got from some guy in a lab coat as he was going inside made me pause and think about what I was doing.

I guess girls don’t pick at their annoying panties like guys do.

“Something botherin’ you, bub?”

He flushed and rushed inside. I was really starting to dislike Americans. Three years ago, Mom ups and moves us to Chicago from Ontario. Everything was going fine. I even picked up football as a sport. My junior year I made starting wide receiver, then Smack Thompson nails me into the water table and rings my bell.

The next thing I know, I’m in the hospital and I have boobs, a tiny waist, a butt that you could copy and make valentines of, and my amazing wonder wand is MIA.

Then the masterminds at STAR Labs are able to diagnose something important. I’m a Meta.

DUH!

I mean seriously, after all the stories on the internet and TV about the majority of the Meta’s spontaneously changing gender, I think I figured that one out on my own without having to give a gallon of blood in the process.

Mom bumped me from the side. “Let’s go, Kitty.”

I felt like a stupid cat with that name.

“We’ve got a lot to do to get you ready for your new school.”

I caught up with her by the time we reached the car. “Mom, can we talk about this?”

She didn’t even bother looking at me. “We already talked. You don’t want to go back to your old school and we can’t move again so soon. I have a good job that I’m not prepared to leave. So, the school in Westchester is your only option.”

We got in and I did up my belt before squirming a little in the seat. The clothes she gave me were too small, but I already knew what she had in mind for alternative clothing. If I went to Westchester then I’d be in a school uniform which consisted of a skirt and those stupid girly shoes with the strap over the foot and socks that came up to my knee.

She wasn’t going to blow money on clothes that I wouldn’t wear.

“Where are we going?” I asked as she exited to the street.

“You can’t keep borrowing my things. We’ll need to get you your own essentials and we’ll have your ears pierced while we’re out.”

At my groaning she shot me a look. “You said you wanted to fit in so nobody would think you were a guy before. There aren’t a whole lot of girls running around without pierced ears, Kitty.”

I leaned on the door’s armrest and looked out the window cursing the stupid metagene and its presence in my body. I couldn’t even get a decent power. How is moving around in your sleep a power? It was totally useless.

I didn’t even rate a visit by the government liaison according to the brains at STAR Labs. They just took my picture and sent my information off.

Unless I was one of those super strong girls like Miss Mars it didn’t seem like anyone really cared too much. Sure, they went through the motions. They acted all caring and concerned that I woke up in the basement, but really, who would give a crap about that? Even I didn’t. I was saddled with a designation of a Base-Level Metahuman Variant. That meant I switched genders, and had a power that didn’t do much. I was one of the other nine percent of the Earth’s population that had what they termed nuisance powers.

So they did their tests and I answered their questions. Then with a pat on the back and a we’ll call you with the results, I was ushered out.

My new ID would be couriered to me within the next couple of days.

And so it went.

Mom was true to her word. I had all the girl niceties by the time we got back home. My very own makeup that she had already started in on the basics with, my very own tampons for that illustrious occasion, and a variety of toiletries ended the abuse. I called it my girl-kit since it fit all nice and neat into one of those smaller travel bags that wasn’t quite a suitcase.

She didn’t go all out and buy me everything a girl could ever wish for considering I would be leaving in six days. What she did buy was four sets of clothes that I could wear on the weekends. That consisted of different jeans, four warm shirts and a sweater. Anything else I needed she gave me a credit card for or I could use my own money.

By the time we made it home that night I was in full on grouch mood, my earlobes ached, and Mom wasn’t in much better mood either.

“I’m not leaving my motorcycle.”

“Kitty, you can’t take it with you. There’s no place to put it on the bus.”

“Then I’ll ride it to New York. I’m eighteen. It’s not against the law or anything.”

“We’ll talk about this later.”

“But…”

Then she left the room.

I tossed my bags on the bed and changed out of her clothes and into my own which wound up being a lot more comfortable. I grabbed my keys and helmet on the way out.

When my dad left us he also left behind a lot of his stuff, one thing of note was a classic Indian motorcycle that was supposed to be big deal. It was the first thing Mom let me sell. Anything of his that I sold, I got to keep the money, so you can imagine I went on a spree. EBay was my buddy and pal.

All the parts he collected over the years brought a decent amount, but the restored bike itself brought the big bucks. More than enough to buy my own bike that was actually new and didn’t need to be worked on every month. That’s where the Harley Softail Crossbones in blue pearl came from.

I adjusted my helmet as best as I could and took off to the dealer to buy a new one. Bad helmet fit pretty much equates to a broken neck if you wreck. Plus, if the bike was going to be my main mode of transportation then I’d need some accessories to go with it.

It was a different experience, riding with such a light body. According to the doctors, I’d lost eight inches in height and a hundred and twenty-five pounds of weight; where it all went, I didn’t have a clue. I was a lot smaller, obviously. That made controlling the turns a little different, but by the time I’d made it to the dealer I thought I had everything down pretty well.

One of the sales people met me out front and started in on their spiel thinking I was a newbie to the motorcycle scene.

“I already know what I want.”

Unlike most of the female species I know what I want when I walk into a store. The only thing that took me a little time was trying on a few items to make sure I had the right size. I wound up leaving with a sizable chunk on mom’s credit card, but I had what I needed.

All I had to decide on was which way I was going to travel next, New York or Minnesota.

Oh, right. You wouldn’t know about that just yet.

Remember we moved north of Chicago from Canada? There was a reason for that.

When Mom discovered my dad whoring around, she took up with a family friend soon after. I grew up thinking of him as my uncle. He was around a heck of a lot more than my actual dad, teaching me about fishing, hunting, and the like. He was a real outdoorsman. He was the one who taught me the basics in self-defense and using my body to its maximum potential. I owed my short stint in football to him as well.

I wasn’t a super Kung-Fu ninja or anything, but I could take a fall without injury and I could actually hit something without bruising my hand. Like I said, the basics.

Anyway, my uncle was the closest thing I had to family outside of the dysfunctional one I already had. He wanted to marry Mom, but after Dad left she didn’t want anything to do with more commitment.

That probably has something to do with why she’s so gung-ho about shipping me off to New York.

So, that was my other option. He lived in Minnesota.

~O~

“Where did you get those clothes?” Mom asked as soon as I came strolling through the door.

“If I’m taking my bike then I’ll need something to keep me warm and keep the rain off of me.”

“I thought we agreed that you weren’t taking that thing.”

She never liked that I rode a motorcycle. It was too much like my dad.

“No, you said that we’d talk about it later. I said I wasn’t leaving it here.”

“And who paid for that?”

I let my mouth drop open a little in disbelief. “Are you serious? Because of you and dad I have the genetics that changed me into this and you want me to pay for my own clothes. Sure… fine… no problem. I’ll cut you a check before I leave.”

It would dig deeply into my savings but the leathers would last a heck of a lot longer than my regular clothes. I’d worked hard the last three summers to stow away as much cash as possible before moving out after my senior year. After selling Dad’s leftovers I had about twenty-thousand put away. The bike cost me twelve. Walking away from the dealer tonight dropped it another fifteen hundred. So that left me with about sixty-five hundred.

My football scholarship was a bust because of the sex change. That meant college was a thing of the past, because I seriously doubted Mom was going to pony-up the dough.

Feeling my eyes starting to burn, I took off to my room and locked the door.

“You’re not going to freaking cry, you big baby.”

Pulling open the top drawer of my dresser I took my checkbook out and wrote the full amount I spent that night including an estimate around what she spent on my regular clothes.

“There, now I don’t owe her shit.”

I rubbed at my nose and sniffed before moving to the closet and pulling out an old duffle bag.

Slowly and methodically, I started rolling up my clothes and stashing them inside. I even changed out of the clothes I was wearing and put on the leathers, boots, gloves, and hair restraint. When I finished that I looked around my room.

Everything that was left held too many memories for who I was. Kevin Pryde was dead. All that was left was Kitty, or Katherine rather, or maybe Kathy. I hated them all. Maybe I could just be Pryde, or I could come up with a lame codename like all the other metas. Sleepwalking Girl!

I emptied my wallet into the hip purse that I bought at the dealer, slipped my phone inside and secured it.

Taking my helmet, I broke open the Bluetooth and audio accessories box and installed them inside. Testing it out, I called the number they gave me for STAR Labs and left a message for the government liaison to hold my papers until I could give them an alternate address for them to send them to.

That was pretty much it.

“Goodbye cruel Chicago.”

~O~

Mom was on her feet moments after I walked through the living room to the garage entrance.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m leaving. You obviously don’t want me here, so I’m saving you the cost of sending me away to a boarding school so I won’t embarrass you.”

“Kitty…”

“Don’t call me that. It’s not my name.”

When I reached my bike I set the duffle on the storage rack and started strapping it down with bungee cords.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I overreacted. This is all just so confusing. One minute you’re my darling boy and the next…”

“I’m a girl with a disappointing super power and without a scholarship so that means no college. It’s all just one big disappointment, isn’t it, Mom.”

She moved in beside me and took hold of my arm. “No, that’s not it at all. You’ve always been a good boy.”

Pulling away from her, I stashed the girl-kit in the left saddlebag and then went over to the corner of the garage and retrieved my sleeping bag and camping equipment. It wasn’t much. Well, the bag was a pretty good grade. My uncle bought it for me. The tent was a simple pup, single size. That one fit in the right saddlebag along with the working contents of my hiking backpack. It wasn’t much, but I could spend a few days camping in a state park instead of paying for a motel if I needed to.

“Please don’t go. Don’t worry about the money. It doesn’t mean that much to me. I was just shocked.”

Speaking of which, I reached down and unzipped the waist purse and pulled out the check and her credit card. “Here. This is for the money I spent tonight and for the clothes and stuff you bought me. We’re square; I don’t owe you anything and you don’t owe me anything.”

~O~

She didn’t take the check, so I dropped it on the floor, put my helmet on and left. I was so tired of all the game playing and the manipulations. It all started when my dad left and it’s been going on ever since. Usually it was less obvious than what went on that night, but it’s taken me a couple of years to grow up a little and figure things out.

Needless to say I was annoyed, feeling betrayed, and to top it all off I was feeling sorry for myself.

When I reached the interstate it was already full dark and I turned north ready for my long ride to Minnesota.

Just in case you’re wondering, extended trips on a motorcycle is a little rough on the butt. I had a full seat and it was pretty comfortable for the first two hours, but after that, even the extra cushion I grew when I turned into a girl didn’t help.

I made regular stops just to walk around and work out the kinks, but after some trucker guy took an interest in me during my last rest stop, I confined my down time to gas stations. As Kevin I could have kicked his ass from here to next Sunday, but in my current body I probably couldn’t put up much of a fight. That gave me even more reason to visit my uncle. I seriously had to learn how to defend myself with no height, no weight, and no muscle.

When I made it to Duluth I pulled off into the first Motel 6 I could find. I was in no mood to pitch a tent and I wanted a shower big time. After an argument with the desk clerk about how my status changed so I didn’t have a current ID, his wife came out seeing me in tears and smacked him on the back of the head.

I had a key in my hand thirty seconds later.

The shower was sublime. I let the hot water pound on my back and butt for what had to be thirty minutes. Then I dried off and slipped between the sheets until late morning.

When I woke, it took me a few seconds to remember what had transpired over the last twenty-four hours. A glance at the clock told me that I had three hours until checkout time. That left me plenty of time to get ready.

Believe it or not, I still had yet had the peace and privacy to really look at myself after the change.

Mom took the week off to annoy the heck out of me. It seemed like I was allowed a certain amount of time in the bathroom after a shower and if I went over then she was knocking at the door wondering if I was okay or what I was doing.

I couldn’t exactly say, “I’m checking myself out, Mom. Can you give me a couple of hours?”

Even at night she had the room across from mine so if I had my light on when she went to bed she’d knock again.

That didn’t mean I hadn’t seen everything. I even tried out a few things under the covers with the lights off on the second day. That was a trip and a half. Things were a lot different girl-wise than they were boy-wise, but I guess that’s obvious.

What I’m getting at is I just never had the time to really explore this new metagene-changed body at length.

I didn’t bother with nightclothes of any type since I was by myself. For the last few days I used my football jersey. It was gigantically big and the collar hung halfway down my arm on one side, but it also hung over my butt by a goodly amount too. If I were still a guy and saw me in it I probably would just throw myself on the bed and well…

Anyway.

Standing in front of the large mirror over the sink I looked at myself, I mean really looked. Everything was simply cute. My hair was kind of flat, but the reddish-brown made it cute. Mom had it up in a high ponytail the first day, which looked… you guessed it, cute.

My hazel brown-green eyes looked greener in the buff. My nose was tiny and pert and my lips were full but not really puffy full, just cute.

I’m a small B-cup in case you were wondering.

My sexiest feature was my butt. There was no way around that one. It wasn’t all bubbly but it was shaped really nice. The legs were just average looking. Nothing was overly muscular. I was soft.

All of my football training was gone. I’d be lucky if I could bench sixty pounds let alone the hundred and sixty I averaged in training. I had a lot of work ahead of me if I wanted to make the most of myself in the future.

A casual brush of my hand against my legs let me know that they needed to be shaved.

Mom wasn’t wrong when she said I didn’t want people to know that I was a guy. I mean how embarrassing is that? So she gave me a rundown on what life was like in girl-land. That included a lesson in leg shaving, nail maintenance, hair care, and skin care. We hadn’t gotten to makeup yet. Plus, I had already forgotten half of what she said about the other stuff.

I sat my naked butt down on the edge of the bed and thought about what Mom had actually done for me over the last couple of days and then how I treated her when she finally spazzed. Throughout it all she remained calm and collected while I was the one freaking out.

I palmed my face and hunched over. “I served her a nice big piece of ass-pie complete with a side of chilled sarcasm. She takes a week off from work and holds your stupid inconsiderate hand through all of this then when she finally has her own little breakdown you abandon her. You’re a class act, bub.”

Looking at the very small set of dresser drawers, I spotted my cell phone which I turned off the precious night. I sighed and steeled myself for what I was about to do.

“Kitty!” She sounded frantic.

“Hey, Mom.” Me, not so much.

“Are you okay? Do you need anything? I can come get you. Where are you at?”

“I’m fine. I’m at a Motel 6 in Duluth.”

She was silent for a few moments. “I’m sorry about how I reacted.”

“Me too,” I said. “I was just sitting here thinking about how you haven’t… I mean… you kept it together for me and I go off on you. It wasn’t really fair to you. I’m sorry.”

Aww hell, she’s crying.

“Mom, don’t cry.”

“I thought you left for good, Kitty. I’m entitled to cry a little.” She got herself under control and cleared her throat. “Are you coming back home?”

It was me that gave an uncomfortable pause this time. “I thought I’d go visit…”

“Oh,” she said. “I know you’ve been writing. Are you sure?”

“Uh-huh. I mean school’s blown for me. I was thinking about just getting my GED and then getting a job somewhere.”

She didn’t waste any time replying. “You can get a job right here in Deerfield and when you’re ready, I’ll pay for your college. I still have a few connections. I’m sure I could get you into U of I. You can live here with me and we can save on dormitories and meals. Honey, come home.”

I was gritting my teeth trying not to cry. There were some serious downsides to being a girl. I’ve cried more in the last four days than I had in my entire lifetime.

“I need some time to get my head together, Mom. That’s why I came up here. You know he was always good at getting me to focus.”

We spoke for a little longer, but it was just more of the same. Eventually, I told her I had to shave my legs before they kicked me out and she reluctantly let me go.

Shaving is kind of cathartic if you do it right. As a guy, give me three or four minutes and I was clean and slapping on some after-shave before heading out the door. As a girl, I sat on the edge of the tub and concentrated solely on the long smooth strokes, a casual cleaning of the blade in the water and two taps to shake it out, then again and again.

At the end, I cleaned up a little in the mid-section and then rinsed. I did remember to put some lotion on so my skin wouldn’t dry out. That was easy enough to transition from my male side. Instead of after-shave, there was Japanese Cherry Blossom lotion. It was the only scent that didn’t make me think of femininity, although it was pretty feminine.

I gave makeup a shot. I mean how hard could it be?

~O~

“Oh, honey you really did used to be boy.”

All I wanted to do was turn my room key in and thank them for letting me stay without a major hassle, but one look from the lady and she had the most pitying face imaginable.

“What?”

“Your makeup, sweetheart… it’s…” she cringed apologetically. “Not good. Arthur, get your butt up here and watch the front.”

She held her hand out to me and said, “Come on honey. Get your makeup and come back inside. I’ll help you out.”

Oh, God. I knew it. I look like a hooker.

After making sure Arthur would watch my bike I grabbed my girl-kit and wormed my way behind the counter where the lady waited.

“Inside there and wash off everything.”

“Is it really that bad?” I asked.

She didn’t answer. “Go… wash.”

I looked in the mirror, grimaced and then got busy. It took me a good five minutes to get everything off before I returned and sat down. She already had every set out for me.

“I’m Lucille, sweetie.”

“I’m K… Kitty or Katherine, whichever, I guess.”

I got the pity look again. “What did your name used to be?”

“Kevin.”

Lucille patted the chair beside her. “Well, I think Kitty fits you just fine. I’m going to write all of this down as I talk you through that way you’ll have a reference when you do it for yourself, okay?”

I nodded eagerly. “That’d be great.”

Thirty minutes turned into an hour while she showed me what everything was and its purpose. Then I did it all while she supervised. At the end, I looked totally different.

“There, you see how your lipstick doesn’t scream out at the world, and only accents your face?”

I nodded.

“Save this one for when you have a sexy red dress and you’re ready to seduce some lucky… uh…”

I shook my head. “I think it’ll be a while before I’m that far along.”

Lucille patted my shoulder. “That’s probably for the best, honey. You need to watch yourself. You’re the one that would carry the baby for the next nine months. You should think about proper birth control.”

I swallowed and then choked out, “Thanks. I’ll remember that.”

Barring divine intervention I didn’t think that would ever be a problem.

Once I loaded everything back up, she kissed me on the cheek and wished me luck.

“Twelve-thirty,” I said to myself as I pulled out of the parking lot. “Two hours to the turn off and then the fun begins.”

~O~

About half-way there, in a little town called Silver Bay, I spotted a billboard for Academy Sports. Then my mind tweaked to what I was going to be asking my uncle to do. I pulled off and found a parking spot close to the front door then did a little more shopping before hitting the road again.

Lutsen was the turnoff into Superior National Forest. He had a cabin, or so he said. The directions were fairly simple. He had sent them one time when I thought we were going to go for a visit, but had to cancel at the last minute. I was really pissed at Mom for that, but now that I was older I kind of knew why she didn’t want to go.

She didn’t want to be the little woman. Living in the middle of nowhere didn’t appeal to her, even if she was in love with the guy that wouldn’t leave it.

Once I spotted the General Store I took the next right and started climbing. The paved road ended after four miles and it turned into a wide single lane road that looked like it saw more foot traffic than anything else. Another three miles and I slowed to look for one of those decorative clay suns hanging in a tree then I took that immediate left. It was another two miles until the road turned into a pathway. I wound up praying that I was going the right way.

I’d really hate to wind up some freaky teen horror movie with a family of inbred cannibals.

The pathway ended into a wide clearing and a very well built natural log cabin. The rumble of the Harley sounded really loud until I braked and killed the engine.

I watched the front of the cabin and waited for him to come out, but there wasn’t any movement.

“Great. He’s probably not even here.”

I undid the chin strap and pulled the helmet off then I popped open my jacket. It was warm enough on the road, but sitting still it became hot. Kicking out the stand, I got off and set the helmet down and stripped the jacket off. That left me with a blue camisole and my leather riding pants.

“You lost?”

I spun around and saw him standing there in a pair of tight jeans and a white, but somewhat sweaty wife-beater shirt, carrying a really big double-bladed axe.

Something deep down in me stretched and extended its claws before it started purring.

Whoa.

He was totally different. When I last saw my uncle — who’s not really my uncle — he was graying on the sides above his ears and while he was muscular, he wasn’t a freaking tank like the guy standing before me now. He looked my height, but that was made up for with a barrel-sized chest and arms the size of my legs… put together.

“I said are you lost. You alright, girl?”

I nodded. “Can we talk for a minute?”

He looked at me and raised an eyebrow, totally confused. “Uh… sure. He motioned with his left hand and I smiled at the ever-present cigar between his fingers. “There’s some chairs on the porch. Help yourself. You thirsty?”

I nodded again and smiled. “Anything’s fine.”

He grunted. “I’ve got beer, bottled water, and coffee, and you don’t look old enough for beer.”

Shaking my head I said, “I’m eighteen. Water is cool.”

He popped his cigar between his teeth. “I’m Logan.”

My grin almost felt like it was going to split my face. “I’m Kitty.”

His lips twisted ever-so-slightly with a smile. “Let’s get you that water and you can tell me what brings you up to chat.”

When he approached I saw his nostrils spread out a little like he smelled something. He got an odd look in his eyes and then escorted me up three steps to a homemade looking rocking chair.

“I’ll be right back.”

I played for a small while, rocking back and forth, feeling free for the first time in a while. When the door opened I stopped and took the offered bottle to quench my thirst.

“You remind me of someone.”

Giving him inquisitive eyes I stayed silent.

“You’re a metahuman,” he said.

I almost spit my water right out. Instead, I swallowed and asked in disbelief. “How?”

“Kevin?”

My mouth dropped open. There was no freaking way he could know who I was.

“Did Mom call ahead?”

He grinned and twisted the cap off his beer before leaning back to take a long swig. I watched his throat muscles working, emptying half the bottle before coming up for air.

“No phone. It’s your scent.”

I sniffed and then lifted my arm to see if I reeked. “I don’t stink.”

Logan shook his head. “You smell like your mother a little. It’s different, but it’s her all the same. Plus, I saw the Illinois tag on your bike and you’re eighteen. Not to mention you walk like a guy.”

Dammit! I thought I was getting better at that.

“When did it happen?”

I frowned. “Four days ago. I took a bad hit at football practice, woke up in the hospital like this.”

He winced a little for my benefit, I’m sure. “Tough break.”

I watched him take a more reasonable sip off his bottle before getting to the meat of the conversation.

“Uncle Logan.”

He groaned. “God kid, don’t call me that anymore. Just Logan is fine since I’m not really your uncle.”

I smiled and ducked my head. “I was wondering… I mean I know it’s kind of short notice and all…”

“Does your Mom know you’re here?”

I blinked at the interruption. “Uh, yeah.”

Then came the dubious eyes.

“Really. I called her from Duluth this morning and told her where I was going.”

“So you took off on her.”

With a shrug I concentrated on the bottle in my hands. “We got in an argument, but we’re cool now. I told her I wanted to see you and…” my voice kind of trailed off at that point.

“What did she say to that?”

“She asked me if I was sure.”

He grunted again. “She tell you about me?”

Looking up at him I watched as his blue eyes bored their way into me. “What do you mean?”

With a final pull off his bottle he leaned forward. “I’m a mutant too, or a metahuman, whatever you want to call it. We called it mutant back in the day.”

I snapped my fingers. “That’s why you look so different now! You got younger and you’re so big.”

Logan chuckled. “I got big because I built this entire place alone, from scratch. I’ve been this young for a while now, ever since I turned twenty-one.”

That kind of confused me a little, making me wonder when he turned twenty-one. “Do you have a power?”

His face turned distant as he looked down at his bottle. “Healing. It’s hard for me to really be hurt, plus a few extras.”

I deflated and leaned back in my chair. “You have more than one power?”

“Enhanced senses: smell and hearing mostly. I can see a little better than most people at night.”

“I sleepwalk.”

His eyebrows bunched up like he was asking if I was kidding.

“I shit you not. It only happens when I’m asleep. One night I woke up under the bed and the next night in the basement. So don’t feel bad. Your powers could be worse.”

Logan chuckled a little and then it looked like it was turning into a full blown belly laugh except he didn’t possess any sort of belly whatsoever. He got up and went back inside while I finished my water. When he came back out he handed me another bottle and in addition to that, a single beer.

“Just one. I think you earned it.”

I took it from him and struggled with the cap in frustration.

“Here.” He took it from me and twisted the cap off like it was nothing.

“Man, being a girl sucks sometimes,” I said.

“It’s not what’s on the outside that counts, half-pint.”

I emptied a mouthful of dark beer into my mouth and swallowed against the bitterness. Apparently my taste for beer had changed, but I welcomed it just the same.

“So, is this a just a friendly visit or did you need something?” Logan asked.

“I’m soft again,” I said with annoyance.

He looked me over with a critical eye. “You know what you’re asking? It’ll be just like starting from the beginning. Girls don’t muscle up like guys do, which means that you’ll have to work twice as hard.”

I nodded.

“I’m not gonna take it easy on you just because you’re a girl now. I’ll tell you what to do and I expect it will be done before you stop. If that means a little ache or a little blood then so be it. No whining.”

“I remember.”

Logan grinned with a feral look on his face. “No, you really don’t.”

I stood up and handed him my partially empty beer. “Where do I start?”

~O~

He allowed me time to haul my stuff inside the one room cabin while he set up a foldaway cot for me. I changed into a pair of Under Armour workout stretch shorts and a sports bra. When I stepped back outside he was puffing away on his cigar and handed me his axe.

“About thirty feet behind that tree line is where I was working. Finish the lot then find me. I’ll be behind the cabin.”

The axe must have weighed ten pounds by itself, but I lifted it without showing any strain. I wasn’t that weak. When I saw what I’d be chopping I nearly got back on my bike and left. Instead, I slipped on my workout gloves and wrestled what had to be a sixty or seventy pound hunk of tree in place and started chopping.

It was pathetic. I was pathetic.

For those of you that have never tried it, chopping and hauling wood is probably the most strenuous workout you could devise. You use virtually every muscle in your body; believe me, I know.

After the first five hours Logan came by with a bottle of water and I nearly emptied it in one go.

“Not bad for thirty minutes.”

I choked on the water and wound up coughing half of it back out. The tips of my fingers were already red and a little swollen and I had various cuts on my legs and forearms from splinters.

He smacked me on the center of my back. “You’re doing good, half-pint. Keep it up.”

My muscles were already screaming at me to give up and crawl back to the bike, but my brain pushed me further. Just one more log. Just one more log.

When it started becoming hard to see I looked up into the sky, though the branches of the trees, and wondered exactly how long I’d been out there. My arms were like rubber; I could actually feel what muscles I had, vibrating with overexertion.

Just one more. Just one more.

I tried lifting the ten pound axe again, but I couldn’t make it budge. For the last thirty minutes I was lucky if I even hit the log let alone hit it in the right place. I was kind of surprised that I hadn’t chopped my foot off to tell the truth.

That’s pretty much when my knees said, screw this, and I felt them give out. Before I hit the ground something scooped me up. It was probably an angel that had come for me. My heart probably gave out and I was being dragged off to my final judgment. I hope I wore clean underwear.

“I’m sure your underwear is just fine, kid.”

I couldn’t even open my eyes, but the angel sounded just like Uncle Logan.

“I’m not your uncle and I’m sure as hell not an angel.”

The sounds of my boots hitting the ground preceded the shower running a second before I got tossed into it. My eyes flew open and I screamed high and loud at the cold water slamming onto my body.

“Logan!”

“Ten minutes to dinner. You don’t make it to the table by the time it’s set then you don’t eat.”

I tried scrambling up, but I slipped and hit the floor. “Oww!”

“That’s gonna leave a mark.”

“Asshole!”

He turned around chuckling as he walked away.

Cold water showers, of course, and he didn’t even have so much as a curtain. The soap looked homemade.

“Who makes their own soap?”

“Eight minutes!”

All modesty aside I soaped down and rinsed off. I’d have to wash my hair properly the next day. Thankfully, he left me a towel which I only halfway dried off with before wrapping it around me and sprinting back inside to my pack to retrieve a pair of panties and my football jersey.

Looking up I saw Logan had his back to me at the stove, so I slipped on the clothes and made it to the kitchen as he was spooning something into a bowl.

“What’s that?”

“Deer stew. Make sure you eat all of it.”

He turned to hand me the bowl and saw what I was wearing. I think I caught him off guard. My hair was still dripping onto the jersey making it a little wet and my legs were bare and smooth from my morning shave. All humor aside, it made me happy that I’d rendered him speechless.

I took the proffered bowl and a wedge of homemade bread then went to sit down.

Within ten minutes I was mopping up the last of the stew with the bread and making yummy sounds.

“That was really good, Logan.”

He grunted and kept his eyes averted. “Get some sleep. Don’t eat anything for breakfast; we’re running tomorrow morning. Eat after.”

I nodded and didn’t argue. Sleep sounded like the best thing imaginable.

~O~

“Oh, God. I’m gonna die,” I whispered to myself after the first five hours of running through a well-worn path in the woods.

“Pick it up, kid. We’ve only been running for thirty minutes. This is just a warm up.”

I woke up that morning with only moderate aches. It was surprising until Logan told me that most mutants — his word for metahumans — had a moderate healing ability and to count myself lucky. At the moment I felt like I was going to…

“Blaaaarg!”

My stomach was cramping and rolling as I had to stop and vomit to the side of the trail.

After I was through, he was behind me holding a bottle of water. “Here wash your mouth out and then take one small sip, no more.”

I followed directions and he shoved the water in his pack.

“Just one more mile. Just one more mile.”

“I think it’s more like five.”

“Shut up, Logan. Just one more mile. Just one more mile.”

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nice

Nice beginning for "Shadowcat" - Also nice seeing that Logan has not changed - hes too iconic - like Bruce Wayne

Atgh, poor Kitty/Kevin ^^ I

Atgh, poor Kitty/Kevin ^^ I mean falling through the ceiling while sleeping is a really annoying superpower.

I guess being a super is really sucky for most people. No real benefits and a shitload of trouble. He didn't even get the age regression bit.

Btw. are there supers in your universe whose gender survived their empowering?

Great story, I feel sorry for Kitty though.

Kitty thinks she's

Kitty thinks she's sleepwalking or something like that, she doesn't know about her phasing powers as of yet.

As for people becoming meta without the gender change. Yes, it's quite possible and there are a handful of metas that just acquired powers without the gender change. EOF has a few and Misty had one that I know of. I have a few in progress at the moment as well. The story won't be centered around them but they'll be in the story.

Poor Kitty. :(

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Diane has added the "heavy" mode

Ayla cannot only go intangible, but also become denser and tougher instead. So Ayla is a bit more than a plain copy.

I wonder hat surprises Kitty will have...

Actually

Ayla was more specifically based off of Vision's density control powers... or so I've read on the Whateley concept page in their wiki (at least, I think that's the page....). Kitty's name did also pop up though in the discussion though.

Actually though, Shadowcat's powers are superior in her given field of phasing through things. While Ayla can float/fly, Kitty can pass through energy fields and doesn't need to hold her breath like Ayla does. So energy and temperature attacks that would hurt Phase (in fact one of his major weaknesses) just pass right through Kitty. Her powers are also less dangerous to her physical well being- even if she gets 'stuck' in some object, she can usually use her powers to pull herself out with no ill effects. On the other hand, she doesn't seem to be able to 'KO' opponents by passing though them. They also have the same ability to pass through electronics and disrupt them (though Kitty's is safer, because the device simply stops working while Ayla causes it to spark and malfunction: an important detail when dealing with explosives).

So they have similarities, but most only superficially.

You build tension well

Nicely paced with realistic thoughts and processes.

I went to a Navy Camp like the one you're describing here - tough place - when you left you knew you were fit.

When I went I could do sixty situps - when I left I could do as many as I wanted - I stopped at 200 - I ran out of time

We've had a lot of heroes

We've had a lot of heroes that have been suped-up post change. I thought it might be a nice change of pace to actually have to train for once. I really try to pace my stories at something other than breakneck speed. Sometimes it doesn't work.

Kitty is pretty much screwed for her training. Logan already knows that every meta has a faster than normal healing ability, nowhere near his, but more than the average person. That means she gets to train twice as hard as the average person.

Myself? I've never trained like that, but I know people that have. It's funny to hear their stories sometimes.

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Ceiling Kitty is Watching You... (1/?)

Shadowcat was always Logan's favorite. Me, I am wondering which of her costumes you will have her wear when she goes public. The one she is wearing is very sexy.

    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine
    Stanman
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Woot! Kitty Pride and Logan!

Woot!

Kitty Pride and Logan! Rocking out to my two favourite X-Men. Thanks Lilith! Looking forward to more of this story. Please?

Okay, you want comments you get comments -- GRIN --

I must be dense. Who was the other new male to female at STAR Labs, Stephanie? HAS to be one of your earlier retcons. TOTAL brain fart on my part here.

I was impressed how Kitty/Kevin/Katherine/not sure, might change her name 'cause she hates Kitty -- Mom's idea, yuck! -- *evolved* over this chapter. It was like I was in her head. *I* could be this person. She was VERY bitter at first and all but disgusted with her mom. As she thought it over, started working out who she was she realized mom wasn't so bad, actually loved Kevin/Kitty just had bad baggage in her past.

That and there was serious miscommunication between them. Mom meant for the best by sending her to Xavier's (Cugat? I'm sooo confused ) school for mutants...

-- JOHN get serious here! --

Mom meant it so her new daughter could learn to be a woman safely away from people who knew Kevin and might abuse her. But Kitty misread that as mom wanting to avoid embarrassment for HER, mom that is. Kitty's misinterpretation/anger is understandable in that he was and she still is bitter about leaving Canada after dad broke up the marriage. He/she resents mom for breaking up with Uncle Logan. Add in his anger at becoming this weak mutant with a silly, useless power.

Subconsciously I think mom DID do some of what she did for the wrong reasons. She clearly suffered badly from her husband's adultery and her failed romance with Uncle Logan. Her anger at that seems to have spilled over on Kevin in several ways. Though she didn't mean to her mourning the break-up of her marriage/her betrayal buy Kevin's father and the not-to-be/star-crossed lovers romance with Logan has poisoned her attitude about men or so Kevin/Kitty perceived it. She clearly must have pulled away from her son emotionally and the fatherless boy was to an extent motherless as well. He lost her support when he needed it most. Both were hurt, grieving individuals so the fight was all but inevitable IMHO.

THAT was great BTW, bringing in Wolverine. I could see Kitty's mom falling for him but having to break it off as she loved him but not his rustic, remote lifestyle. Kevin sees him as the father he could have had. Kitty sees him as a way to regain some of what she lost, HIS strength and confidence and as a change to burn off that hurt/anger. Logan is just waht she needs not. So sad it can't be, for now, her mom that she turns to for help rebuilding her life. Mom got her started on rebuilding, perhaps at some point they can help each other heal. But for now Logan and the north woods make sense.

Oh, Logan talking about how in HIS day they called people like him or Kitty mutants not metas was a throw-away line that was not a throw-away. Sometimes less is more. VERY WELL DONE.

The lady at the motel was a great minor character and the leering truck drivers Kitty complained about were done well. An old movie/TV/transformation *trope*/*old chestnut* done to perfection. Like how the lady at the motel said Kitty suited her. I have a second cousin named Kitty and she's no weak ball of fluff. As Kitty will learn. Her *lame* power is in fact very useful and powerful.

John in Wauwatosa

P.S. My late mom and her dad bless you for her selling that awful Indian and buying a Harley. He had a 1915 and kept it until his family needed a car, a Ford Model A. Let's see, the Model A came out in 1927, mom was the youngest of three kids, born in 1926...
OMG! My grandmother was a biker babe!

So he lives up some miles inland from the Minnesota North Shore? Was in the area several times in recent years. Beautiful, rugged landscape, remote yet a few hours from major civilization, Duluth-Superior or Minneapolis-St Paul.

P.P.S. I really liked this one.

P.P.S Ceiling Kitty? You like Icanhascheezeburger.com, don't you? So who is Basement Cat then?

John in Wauwatosa

Two points

The story is actually named, that first shows Kitty. I Am The Night by Enemyoffun. The Batgirl retcon. Not Lili's, though. :)

And why are you asking about the Basement Cat? Pryde just now confessed that once she woke up under the bed, and the other night - in the basement. Obviously she is the Basement Cat on these grounds! ;P

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The other person in the

The other person in the chop-away part was Stephanie from I Am the Night by Enemyoffun. I put that in there for continuity's sake, so people would understand what part of the timeline it came from. I'm trying to do this more and more in the CRU stories so the readers will have the option of going to read the story before or not.

I based this off of the original Kitty-Wolverine miniseries where I first fell in love with Kitty Pryde. There are two other mini-series that tie in with this that I'm using as well. If you've read them then you'll have an idea about where this is going, if not then don't worry, you really don't have to know, it just helps for some of the little things.

Kitty was always the "normal girl" thrown into extraordinary circumstances. She didn't have super-awesome powers and fighting abilities, they were forced upon her, and now she's one of the titans of fighters able to hold her own against Wolverine if needs be. Some of that comes out in here, since obviously I just don't write about the people that can't stick up for themselves.

I can haz cheezeburger plz? Yes, I love Ceiling Cat.

When I was looking for a picture to use for this story, I came across this pic, which led me to the title of this story. I think you'll understand why.

http://browse.deviantart.com/?q=kitty%20pryde&order=9&offset...

Thanks for the awesome comments!

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Oh dear...

Righteo Lilith, for posting that DeviantArt link I hereby request that you sit on the proverbial Naughty Step for the required period of time :D

Now, seriously, it's nice to see some protagonists that aren't in the top tier / premier league - ones who can't bench-press a fully laden truck, outrun a cheetah or fly into / out of trouble - the ones who lost the Superpower Lottery, who are Weak But Skilled. Heck, that was one of the main decisions I took when creating Rena (I know you lot have been waiting nearly six months - I am working on the next chapter - honest! - it's just finding the time, motivation and inspiration to write the next few scenes) And while neither Kitty nor STAR Labs are currently aware of the extent of her abilities (What Kind Of Lame Power Is Sleepwalking Anyway?), no doubt over time she'll discover what her powers actually are - and from then on, actually start learning to control them. Once she's got some control over her phasing ability, she'll probably think of them more positively. In the meantime, there's the Training From Hell to contend with...

(Just be grateful I didn't link to all those tropes... don't suppose the Naughty Step is big enough for multiple occupants?)

 

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As the right side of the brain controls the left side of the body, then only left-handers are in their right mind!

Not being a follower

I kind of recalled Kitty and Logan as having something to do with the X men. (I also refuse to pay the extortionant fees to see a movie, and seldom watch TV, as the drivel they market tends to make to talk bad things at the screen, or hurl) Damn, I guess I do have an attitude problem. Anyway, I guess I'll have to check the next chapter to pick up some more backstory and figure what the tat has to do with anything, especially if it is moving around.

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I'm so glad you decided to pick up this character and write about her. When I envisioned the character and used her---I just stuck her in there for a background character, someone for Steph to talk too, to show people that STAR Labs was helping lots of Metas out there. I love how you've fleshed out my little cameo and turned it into this greatness.

There are a few characters in the CRU that are iconic, like Logan. I know there are a couple of characters that I refuse to write about for fear of ruining them. But you did Logan perfectly :)

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Teehee

Apparently Kitty also has amazing time-space distortion powers - she lives five hours in thirty minutes (ten times as much as average person) and diminishes all the things she has yet to achieve! :)

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I actually thought she had

I actually thought she had been going for 5 hours and Logan was saying she should've done it in 30 m0inutes.

good story

Well considering she just changed

She is actually doing fairly well. I mean this is a huge change here not merely genderwise but in body size, etc.

The fact she is still not freaking at this point at losing her manhood is already a major plus for her, she is actually working hard on coping. She will make it I think.

We also get hints of what her future sexual orientation will be. Wolverine's hairiness turns me off, then hairy men is just ughhhhh. My dad had no body hair whatsoever and when I saw western men, well, no thanks, not that I would put men number 1 on my list in the first place, I do have preferences.

She feels that she is a mere 'shadow' of what she used to be (so true!) for now, but that will change. I hope most aspects that made her one of the more approachable and lovable X-men characters come through.

Kim

I skipped the freaking out

I skipped the freaking out portion of the story. She's already done that before it started, so now she gets to all the annoying things that she has to make adjustments for like wrestling the cap off a beer bottle.

Logan won't be quite as hairy as his is in the comics. Ugh. But he will be unshaven and have a moderate amount of chest hair. He's a mountain man after all.

Hey! You caught the Shadow reference I dropped! As for being lovable... eventually, yes, but not soon. She still has some boyishness to shed first.

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Father Figure

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There has always been something about the Logan character that works well as a sort of father/uncle figure to young girls. The Kitty - Logan relationship probably the best, but I've always liked the Jubilee - Logan and even Katie Power - Logan relationships. I'm glad to see you have kept it with the Kitty character. Kitty's always been a bit of a fun character and I hope you keep that aspect as you have in this chapter.

Overall, a good set-up chapter and I hope you decide to write more. :-)

 


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Funny that you should

Funny that you should mention Katie Power... and that's all I'm saying about that for now.

I've changed a few things about "mentor" Logan that might annoy some people. I hope not. His personality will still remain the same, his story changes a little though. I've got almost 4 chapters written of this. I hope to have a lot more in the future.

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I didn't miss-

-That Logan's mutation pre-dates Jade! Of course according to his original history, he was born back in the 1800's. We also know Hellboy and crew came before Jade too. There really is a secret history of the world! The question I guess is just how old is this version of Logan, and how many others 'mutants' are out there.

I really liked that you kept his guff character, and personality. I also enjoyed Kitty's point of view. She was a teenage boy and acts like it. Mom has her issues too, but it all seemed very natural. Mom's and daughters fighting, but of course it's going to happen.

Still waiting to see Lockheed. :) The living tattoo thing has always fascinated me.

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We find out how old Logan

We find out how old Logan is... sorta, in the next chapter. Most of his canon past isn't going to be in this story. We'll also find out about metas/mutants in the past, long before Jade and the gang.

Lockheed... will be popping up in chapter three, sorta, as well, but first we have to get to the plot, the beginnings of which will appear in chapter two.

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"secret history"

I figured there had to be - they managed to make American Dream far too quickly if they had just found out about the meta-gene. I like this version of Logan, he looks interesting.

Dorothycolleen

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I don't want to give too

I don't want to give too much away, but I can stay within the confines of what I've written so far. Yes, Meta's have been around for a while, but you could never keep a secret the amount that are around at the moment no matter how powerful your government is. I can expand on that a little after the next chapter, but not much. Remind me and I'll do so. ;)

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Indeed

I saw in the cartoon version of the Avengers where Captain America's fighting with Sgt. Fury, there's a certain Canucklehead in the Commandos...

Claps

-claps- I loved this new story lilith it was very cool to see shadowcat fleshed out same with logan. please please keep up the great work. When she first mentioned her uncle living in Minnesota insntly my mind was like gotta be logan I really like how you have made him just 1 thing though he still has his bad ass claws like in the comic's or are they like they where in the x-men movie based on him where they was made from bone till he got the upgrade?

Both in the comics and the

Both in the comics and the movies, Logan originally had bone claws until he entered the Weapon X program and got them and his bones coated with Adamantium. We just never knew Logan's origin in the comics until decades after he originally popped up in comics with amnesia.

I will say this on the matter of whether they are coated in the same substance. I've tried and also encouraged others that write in the CRU to be as realistic as possible in their rendering of our heroes. Meaning what would happen if these people were to pop up in our own society. Given that, Adamantium doesn't exist except in fiction.

That doesn't mean they couldn't be coated with something else or perhaps that particular ore just hasn't been discovered as of yet.

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"Bub"

When Kitty first used the phrase in this chapter I wondered where she got it from. Then I was so psyched when Logan appeared. I'm also glad to see him a guy and not a girl. He'd lose something if wasn't the gruff, fatherly, slightly hairy badass we know and love. Course, I love X23 too, for different reasons.

His reference to 'mutants back in the day' has also got me curious. I'm wondering if your going to have the whole 'adamantium and Weapon X' thing in his back story. It's a major part of his character, but it's also harder to justify in a setting that's supposed to be essentially our world but with magic and superheroes just appearing publicly for the first time. I mean, an indestructible metal would gather a lot of attention....

I'm also really enjoying Kitty's character. She's experienced a life altering transformation but is coping with it. She was a little bitchy at first, but understandably so, and later apologized. Her 'just one more' approach to exercise is also really funny. "I think it's more like five." XD

I'm curious to see what's going to happen next.

Otherworldly Metals

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I mentioned Vibranium in my Blue Beetle story I think....the suit I believe is powered by a vibranium core but I planned on making it something that came from outerspace---like its comic origin, having come to Earth thousands of years ago in a meteorite. I can see an easy explanation for adamantium too if it comes up :)

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vibranium Just in case anyone was interested in what I was talking about :)

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I figured people would

I figured people would notice Logan's catchphrase uttered by Kitty. Now that you know Kevin grew up around him, it's explainable. ;)

I can say that Weapon X will not be a subplot of this story and I just answered the adamantium question in the comment about this one. You beat me by a couple of minutes before the explanation could be revealed.

Mutants/Metas back in the day will be expanded upon later in the story when we get some down time. Kitty's got a few things to do first.

As for what's coming in the story, take a close look at the picture, it tells more than the obvious.

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Kitty

I like the character, good story

Julie

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Can't really say more than /Love. This story is off to a great start! (I am more of the Rogue/Logan fandom that surfaced during the X-Men evolution reboot that appeared on WB) However i really like this story. and as you said its more based off the comics then the animations. Can't wait to read the next chapter!

on a side note has anyone done anything with a rogue story yet?

-revo

Evolution was a pretty good

Evolution was a pretty good show. Kitty was the girl next door for pretty much the entire run. So you're a Logan/Kitty shipper?

Rogue... I was doing something with Rogue, and have been since the beginning of the CRU. Sadly she got to a point, in the first chapter, and I haven't been able to do anything with her since. I'm putting her back in the mix, so maybe someone else can do something that I can't.

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Parents

First of all, I loved the story and I cannot wait for more.

One thing that I always find a bit funny is the reaction of the parents to their kid swapping genders. It makes me cringe a little when their child is obviously having isseus with their new identity and the parents big concern is getting their ears pierced or having them dress in skirts and put on make-up (I'm looking at you, mom from Soul Does Not Perish), especially when the child doesn't seem to want it or isn't ready for it. I understand when they are trying to do whats best, but damn, some of the parents in these stories have a borderline forced-fem thing going on with their kid.

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Well Kitty is lucky because she could have ended up with Stephanie's Dad or even Cassie's Mom. I think I'd take Kitty's Mom over them any day :)

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I can see where you could

I can see where you could come away with that impression from "Soul" but in this one, Kevin/Kitty expressly said that she didn't want anyone to think that she used to be a boy. Hence the girl lessons and the earrings. I mean really, how many girls do you know that don't have pierced ears?

More story coming soon.

~Lili

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Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/lilith_langtree

~Lili

Write the story that you most desperately want to read.

What an 'Uncle' to have.

I had to grin when you first described him and just knew that Kitty was in for some real workouts once he accepted who she had been. As others have said, I'm glad his personality hasn't changed any.

Kitty is, it seems still coming to grips with her girl-hood, which is understandable given the short time since her change, but she is at least being somewhat sensible about things including the apology to her mother after their argument.

I also like her attitude and the 'one more, just one more' approach to toughening up.

Maggie

I love this take on Kitty, I

I love this take on Kitty, I found I love any of the stories you put up.

I'm just one of those people that normal just can't think what to say and saying "Thank you/Good job" ever time without being able to give any criticism good or bad, feel like a waste so I make sure and hit the "Good Story" button.

But I hope you keep on writing as you are incredible at it.

"Information equals ammunition" - Maj Adam Steiner (Battletech Cartoon)

Believe me, it's never a

Believe me, it's never a waste. There are some stories that have some high comment counts and a handful of repeated things that people like about a chapter or a story, but sometimes there might be an extra word or two on a subject that I didn't think about. So, even if the comment is similar I look at it as something new. Thanks for taking the time out to jot a few words of encouragement.

~Lili

Blog: http://lilithlangtree.tglibrary.com/
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/lilith_langtree

~Lili

Write the story that you most desperately want to read.

Wonderful writing

Lilith,

I first started reading your stories about 3 years ago and always look forward to a new chapter of anything you write. You develop great characters and story lines that make the readers cheer for the main characters and their friends. Your style of writing has reminded me of what R.A. Salvatore does with his characters because I get the same feelings when I read his work. Please keep doing what you do and how you do it..you have plenty of fans and admirers waiting to get the next chapter you write.

A very good beginning

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This is all new to me, 'cause I'm not much of a comic book fan. . . Aside from Girl Genius and a few anarcho-capitalist things from Big Head Press, I probably haven't read a comic book since maybe 1965.

But this is an good example of really good fan fiction: You don't really have to know the underlying material.

Please continue, and consider yourself encouraged in the most emphatic terms.

I realize that a lot of

I realize that a lot of people don't read comics so I try my best to step into their heels and include the proper amount of background in order to understand the characters. Then I toss in a few inside jokes for the comic fans. I'm glad a non-comic fan likes it.

~Lili

Blog: http://lilithlangtree.tglibrary.com/
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/lilith_langtree

~Lili

Write the story that you most desperately want to read.

Speaking as a reader who IS a comic fan...

...I enjoyed it very much, and judging from the rest of the comments here, I'd say you're obviously pleasing comic fans and non comic fans alike.

Sorry to hear you're having trouble with your mojo, I hope you recover it soon. At the end of the day, however much I enjoy reading your stuff, I hate to think of it becoming an unpleasant experience for you to create. I'm really not sure what good my comments can do, nine times out of ten I pretty much just tell authors how much I'm enjoying reading their stories.

Anyway, thanks for writing this one, two of my favourite comic characters, I'll definitely be keeping an eye out for future installments. :-)

One of the reasons I'm

One of the reasons I'm having trouble is because I'm trying my best to conclude each story before posting. However, feedback is a big fuel for my muse. So I'm in a Catch-22 situation. The reason I posted this is because I came to a complete stop on all of my stories. I'd been adding consistently to about five different stories. But as of yesterday I sat down and read through everything without a single idea about how to proceed. It was very frustrating.

So, even if all you say is Good story! Thanks! or something along those lines, it helps. Sometimes it pays to suggest something that you'd like to see covered as well, like... "Will we see any of the gang from Excalibur in this story?" Much like you just pointed out to me as being your favored stories that included Kitty.

It gets my mind moving in alternate directions. Even though I've already got the outline done and know exactly where I want to go with this, it doesn't take much to alter a certain scene or even add a brand new scene into the story if I think the plot would be enhanced because of it.

Feedback of almost any type is positive in so many ways. That's why I encourage it for all the authors here that you enjoy. Thank you very much for taking the time to send me something, now I'm thinking about Excalibur. ;)

~Lili

Blog: http://lilithlangtree.tglibrary.com/
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/lilith_langtree

~Lili

Write the story that you most desperately want to read.

And also...

...I think some of my favourite Kitty Pryde stories occurred while she was with excaliber. But maybe that's because I'm British. :-D

Kitty & Wolverine

They go together like bread and jelly. :) Not quite Batman & Robin, but it is hard to imagine one without the other.

As I read I recognized the "bub" references, and wondered if her mysterious uncle was going to be Logan. I'm happy to see them together.

A female version of Wolverine, would look like Wolverine with breasts, that would be the only difference.

One more thing, yay he's short.

5'7"

Yes, but in the movies he is played by Hugh Jackman who is 6'2-1/2". 5'7" is close enough.

i love all your stories your

i love all your stories your really a good writer im usually not very good at leaving comments (busy or just forget too). But i really like your work and i hope you feel up to continuing as i really would miss your stories, hope i remember to leave another message for you and have a good day :)

i think i think too much

Great story

Lillith all of your stories are terriffc. I was reallly looking forward to witches, but I really like Kitty Pryde as well. I love that you add Logan in this wayand that you left out other x-men stuff. We so do NOT need another x-man story. I wdo not think that belongs in retcon universe.
I look forward to more.

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I was just having a bit of fun, a nod to the X-Men as it were. I thought it would be kinda cool :)

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Powers?

Enjoying the story so far, Kitty's character was always a favorite of mine. Wondering if she will have any other abilities beyond what Shadowcat had in the comics, even if it is minor a new ability could be interesting. Like having her tat become material, since she becomes immaterial it would get Lockheed in the story.

While her mom wasn't as

While her mom wasn't as helpful as she could have been, I thought her reaction to her mom was a bit over the top, but then, she realised that, too, and got back in touch. It shows they were both under some understandable stress, and not coping as well as could be hoped, which makes them seem more believable.

Based on the picture, the dragoon tattoo will come to life, and one of her opponents will be a leather eating creature that makes quick work of her motorcycle clothing. I look forward to the story around those events. :)

Kitty!

I'm really really glad to see you doing something with Kitty, Lilith. She was always one of my favorite characters from the comics and really had a hard time of it over the years... between losing Peter (more than once?), losing Cypher, losing Illyana/Magick, the whole ninja brainwashing training with Logan, being in and out of teams trying to find her place in the world... and on and on. She suffered.. but persevered. And I loved that about her. And who wouldn't like Lockheed? That lovable little (kickass) dragon who took one look at Kitty and decided he just had to have her as his pet.

And I love that you're working with her to bring her into your retcon world. I hope your muse don't keep you waiting, because I'm really looking forward to more of this one. :)

Sounds like

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Kitty can do great things in the dark.

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I was excited to see a story

I was excited to see a story by you (as always) and really enjoyed the first chapter (like that is anything new, I always love your stories). I look forward to reading more of it -- or anything else you choose to write.

Excellent

Looking forward to more.

I'm back...

Hi Lilith!

I've been taking a break from BC for several months now. A few days ago I came back, started reading again, and frankly, I don't know why I ever left, it feels so incredibly good to read your stories again! I'll be reading all your stories over the next weeks, I'm like a wanderer in a desert that didn't know she was thirsty.

I'm rather sleep-deprived this morning, so I missed out on all the big story elements until 2/3rd of the way in. Namely: I didn't make the connection to Kitty, didn't know what to expect for her powers (I thought she turned into a kitty at night!), and missed all the Logan clues. When logan mentionned mutants and healing I finally woke up and had to re-read from the beginning. Much better! ^_^

The relationship between Kitty and her Mom was rocky and hard to follow in the beginning, but it solidified when Kitty called and apologied. I love how you wrote Logan: just how I expected him to act. He'll help you, but you probably won't like it!

Poor Kitty suffers from time distortion, I hope she gets that fixed. But I really like that she's not a quitter.

I hope you write more of this. If you'll excuse me, I have a lot of catching up to do.

Cheers,


-Christelle

"Fun-loving geek-chick who's addicted to sunlight!"


-Christelle

"Fun-loving geek-chick who's addicted to sunlight!"

What began as a name drop..

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Nice opening for what began as a simple name drop in Enemyoffun's latest addition to the retcon universe. Definitly an X-Men twist on this story.

Drakira

Drakira

how extensive will her training be?

there was a line in one of the excaliber comics where kitty and rachel were chained up and de-powered and she slipped out her her bonds, rachel made some comment and kitty told her while blushing, i could do that wearing your full body leather outfit. that was after her ninja training.

so far i'm loving the life you put in one of my favorite characters. is she going to be as smart as the original also?

Good stuff

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I always thought Logan was one of the good ones. He doesn't happen to have those metal knives come out of his hands? I know this is not about him though just askin

Good beginning although I can see a little of Logan's attitude in the kid.

So much to read, so little time and only one of me :)

The English Teacher

So much to read, so little time and only one of me :)

The English Teacher

Correct!

You get an A+!

But in the comics, Logan got his claws after undergoing a procedure which infused the Adamantium in his skeleton. We'll see if Lilith added that part of Logan this time around.

Well I have been trying to figure out what it is about the title

tickles my unconscious and now I know why. 'Ceiling Kitty' reminds me of old Warner Brother looney toons cartoons where the poor cat (eg Claude the Cat) who somehow always winds up clinging to the ceiling with their claws after being scared crapless.

Now that I have that off my chest ....

Thanks again Lil.

Kim

:)

Wonderful start to this one. (as though one could expect less, no pressure right?) ;)

Tough start

I have come to look forward to these Metahumans and the Ret-con universe as I left the wonder of comic reading 40 odd years ago when mum came home early and threw my comics away never again, I thought, would I cry again like that .
So I never again brought a comic although I looked longingly through the ones on show.
'course the world changes and I never saw these wonder humans as the real world of life took over.
But I do love the way you and the other authors put your stories together; I feel a bit cheated when others show their knowledge of the characters and how similar to this or that the writers line, of a character, follow.
Yet I still enjoy it : This one shows a differing strategy of pain and suffering that the main character is following knowing that to achieve means real sacrifice and she intends to be the best she can. Albeit that she will discover a talent in the future. I hope she will not take it for granted and that any victory will be hard fought possibly with consequencies.
Enough for now, I do like your writing and even with writers block ext chapter.you provide me with a longing for the n

Great!

I love the story and the connection to the ceiling cat meme! :D
Excellent work! I hope you do get inspired to write a LOT more.

Nice start!

This story totally reminded me of the awesome Wolverine: Fist class comic.
Of course a 18 years old Kitty isn't as bratty as a 13 years old one, but the interaction with Logan does bring back fond memories.

Great Start!

I look forward to further chapters. I really like the way you're developing the characters.

More! More! More!

As always you never disappoint me, Lilith. Not only did you write a retcon of the X-Men, you wrote it about my two favorite characters, Shadowcat and Wolverine. (Shadowcat being my favorite). So I demand that you write more!

Seriously, you have kept me hooked to both of your universes. Keep up the good writing...or else! (Or else I will have withdrawals from the lack of good Lilith stories to read.) Please never think your writing is not enjoyed, because I know I have always enjoyed your writing ever since I was introduced to it.

Enjoyable

Enjoyable!
Nice beginning of letting us know the history of Kitty, will continue to read. You are an author I look for when visiting this site.
Anjali
Paix!&Goodjourney

Grace & Luck be unto ye!

hero's

Agree with the thought that super duper-duper hero's gets kinda old..Having to learn and work up to...Along with the new gender., Having a few defects other than the obvious-don't like the change..A challenge to grow into. This makes for interesting reading.

alissa

My thoughts exactly :)

This starts great.
Glad Wolverine isn't changed, like someone else said.
Thanks!