Dead or Alive - Lancitty

Emotions

"Why do you think he was here?" Logan asked Xavier as they walked out of the control room.

"I'm guessing Lance didn't tell them about Kitty. He wanted to find out what was going on; probably went over to her room since she's the only one of us that they ever really talked to."

"So you think that he heard what happened, that's why he didn't just zoom out of here?" Wolverine stopped at his room and waited till the professor had answered him before going in.

"Yes Logan, I do. He felt an overwhelming amount of pain and couldn't conjure up enough strength to run out." Xavier left it at that and left Logan there, standing outside of his room.

Logan turned and walked into his room, closing the door behind him. He sat down on his bed, he couldn't stop thinking about half-pint. It should've been me, he thought to himself. She was so young. He couldn't stand seeing her get hurt. He remembered when she had first got to the institute. She was shy and small. Only fifteen. She'd always try to please him and Xavier during danger room sessions. She was never late, thought of others on her team, and she'd even consult with him afterwards about what she should work on.

He remembered that not long after she'd got here he noticed her starting to look ill. She'd been pale and was losing weight. She was already skinny as it was. That's when he went up to her after training and asked her if everything was alright. She hadn't been herself that week. Kitty just said everything was fine, Logan just looked at her nodded, "Ok, but if there is anything that is bothering you just come find me and we can talk. Ok?"

"Ok." Kitty replied weakly. She stood there a few minutes longer then looked back up at her teacher, "There actually is something." She said hesitantly.

"Come on." He said as they walked to the rec room. As they sat down at a table in there he noticed that she was looking at the few other people in there. Logan got back up and sensed that she didn't want any of her peers to find out about this. They tried the living room but there were people there also, next they tried the library but Jean was studying in there.

"Ok kid..." Logan started but got cut off by Kitty.

"Please don't call me kid." She said as she looked at the floor. She looked kind of faint, if you asked him.

"Ok... half-pint." He said as he walked to the one place he knew no one would dare bother them. He opened the door to his room as she stepped inside. There were claw marks running down the walls. Kitty didn't seem to pay attention to them though. Logan sat down and looked at Kitty but before he could say anything she got up and closed the door. "Ok half-pint, what's bothering you?"

"I...I like haven't really had... uh, the like healthiest diet." Kitty said as she pulled her hair a little.

"What'd you mean kitty? You don't have to be on a particular diet here, we don't work like that." Logan looked at her as he motioned for her to sit down in the empty chair across from him. She sat down and looked at the ground.

"No, I don't think you guys would like what I've been eating." She said under her breath.

Logan sniffed the air to smell what she had eaten for breakfast this morning, nothing. He sniffed for last night's dinner, she'd eaten that but it didn't seem to stay down that long. He sniffed the air that lingered around her and realized that she hadn't ate much in the past week, and if she did she would throw it back up only minutes later.

"Nothing? Kitty." He said looking at her.

She looked up at him and started crying, "I can't help it Logan, er I mean Mr. Logan. I never ate in North Brook either. My parents got help. I'd been eating more but still not enough. They thought I was fine though!"

Logan stood up and walked over to her, he bent down next to her and said, "Hey half-pint you can do this. Do you want to tell the professor?" Kitty shook her head violently. "Ok, I won't tell him. When you're here I'm going make sure you eat breakfast and dinner, I'm also going to watch you for a little while afterwards to make sure you don't..."

"You don't have to Mr. Logan. I just wanted to tell you that I might not be super great in training sessions."

"Kitty, you have to eat. You're going to eat. You don't look healthy, you're going to get sick if you don't eat."

Kitty looked at him with tears in her eyes and just nodded. Logan wasn't sure why he had helped her. I mean it was his job, but he wouldn't normally be the one that was talking to them. He'd already felt protective of her.

Logan yelled as he remembered her, this can't be happening. But yet it is, and her funeral is tomorrow. Logan growled as his claws came out of his knuckles. He sliced his bed frame, his dresser, and his door. He sheathed his claws and left his room. He saw Scott looking at him, "What?" Logan snapped as he walked down the stairs that led to the living room.

"Uh, nothing" Scott replied as he slowly moved further and further away from Logan.