evilbeej | Kitty drabble (fanfic)

Written for

jmtorres's 1001 Arabian Drabbles.

After she'd taken his picture off the wall - it couldn't be up there anymore; he'd come back from the dead - Kitty paused in the doorway, glancing back at Lockheed. The little dragon looked at her expectantly, obviously waiting for her to come back and scritch his head.

"Sorry, baby dragon," she said apologetically, starting to move back in the direction of the Wall of Dead Friends, her gaze sliding back to the other pictures. Suspicious.

Piotr she'd left on her dresser, waiting to be put back up on the Wall of Living Friends - or replaced with a newer picture of him, which would probably be a healthier move on Kitty's part. Still up there, though-- god.

Rachel came back, too. She wasn't /dead/, but...

A slender finger came up to trace from picture to picture, Kitty staring at them, frowning. "What don't I know, guys?" Doug: Probably not coming back. There was Douglock, and - well, Doug had been dead a long time. Yana: ...well. There was *always* the question of which Yana'd actually died of Legacy, and there was also the crosstime counterpart that'd come a-calling. One never knew with magic and time travel. Jean: It's more a holiday than 'death', really. Betsy: Brian hadn't gone back to drowning his sorrows, and was still all kingy and crap in Otherworld with Meggan, and -- well, geez, there was *no* freaking *proof*.

...Pete.

There'd been a body. Sam /said/. A body that got buried, and Romany was there after the memorial. 'How did she look?' Kitty had asked wistfully, remembering the woman that'd cheerily broken in on them making out, that'd been able to keep Pete offbalance. 'Creepy and old,' Sam had answered slowly, eyeing Kitty. 'How did you /expect/ her to look? She nearly /killed/ us...'

Wrong sister. And the eyepatch coming off, being fake - and -

"What are you up to, you sneaky limey...?" whispered Kitty, fingertips come to rest on his photograph.

"Katya?" came Piotr's voice from the hallway, seeking her.