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12 July 2007 @ 01:43 am
For the Love of Baseball  
hazy_crazy wrote me a drabble in response to a prompt I gave her ("Kitty/Pyro" and "baseball") even though she had already reached her max of requests, and I felt so bad about it! But very grateful at the same time, since she produced a very cute fic, and I said that I had to write her something in response. I have to admit that I really didn't even know what I was going to write, but I settled on a response to her fic. :)

You have to read hazy_crazy's fic first, For the Love of Baseball. This fic, same as hers is, in her words: set pre-X2 (in the year 2003 for continuity reasons, since that's the year the movie was released).

Title: For The Love Of Baseball Part Two: Tears Shed... Too Many.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kitty/Pyro of X-Men
Word Count: 1062
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters and there was no copyright infringement intended with the events referenced. Any resemblance you find to real people shows you have strange friends, or baseball connections, in which case I would like you to please contact me and send me to Barry Zito and then Jarrod Washburn.
Summary: Based on actual events, Kitty was only setting herself up for further disappointment when her beloved Chicago Cubs advanced in the 2003 playoffs.

“This is it, John, this is it,” Kitty said nervously, her knees bouncing furiously while sitting on the sofa. For the first time since 1945, the Chicago Cubs had a chance at the World Series. Kitty’s hopes and dreams were five outs away, and she clutched at John’s arm.

The past few weeks had been a blur, ever since the Cubs managed a victory over the Atlanta Braves to win the National League Division Series and enter the NL Championship Series against the Florida Marlins. John Allerdyce was not a follower of baseball. Not in the least. But at this moment, he knew exactly what was going on and exactly where things were going because when those Cubs won that NLDS, he was hooked.

Well, not exactly. But Kitty would talk baseball non-stop during the post-season, and so John was as well-informed as any fan. The Division Series win had left Kitty so ecstatic that it resulted in a kiss, and three more following with each Chicago Cubs win against the Marlins. Neither Kitty nor John had yet drawn up the courage to initiate a kiss without one of those emotionally-charged games. John, who had found baseball quite boring, had to admit to Kitty that the playoffs were certainly something different. And then he would continue to insist that the only reason he watched with her was to egg her on.

“We have it! We have it!” Kitty was saying. Her excitement always rubbed off on John, and he’d use it to tease her mercilessly, refusing to call the Chicago Cubs by their real name, instead referring to them as “your Lovable Losers,” something he picked up from the announcers. It usually merited a glare from Kitty.

“Sorry, Kitty, these boys are cursed. They’ll string you along, only to choke on the sweet air of victory and fail yet again,” John predicted. He expected a slap on the arm, but got nothing. This time, Kitty was far too invested in the game. The Cubs had won three out of five games so far, and if they won this one, they were in the World Series. A shot at the Championship! John shook his head and a small smile played on his lips; he couldn’t imagine what that would do to Kitty.

“We’re going to win. We’re going to win,” Kitty chanted. John shrugged to himself and let an arm fall behind her. The Cubs were ahead three to nothing, there wasn’t much he could tease her for at this point. They watched as a foul ball went high and to the left field side. Kitty expected it to be easily caught to get the batter out, when all of a sudden, the fans in the stands went wild and grabbed for the ball. One fan reached and knocked it down.

Kitty’s eyes had gone wide. John could hardly hear the screams from the TV as he waved a hand in front of her eyes. “Hello?” he said.

It was a turning point, and the rest of the game was a disaster. It was score after score, all from the Marlins. “That ball hammered into left-center field... on the run Alou, on the run is Lofton, and it's off the ivy! Three runs will score on a double by Mordecai! A seven-run Florida eighth-inning and this crowd at Wrigley Field is stunned in disbelief!

They weren’t the only ones. Kitty hadn’t spoken since the foul ball that was prevented from being caught, and she was the most subdued that John had seen her since the first time they watched a game together. “Um… Kitty?” he ventured, when the game had ended and Kitty still hadn’t moved. He tried to pat her on the back to comfort her, but found that his hand simply floated through her. “Oh, fine, be that way,” he said, standing up.

Later that night, John was sitting alone at his desk, the overhead light off, working by his desk lamp. He’d let himself get so carried away by Kitty’s excitement over the imminent championship series that he forgot about his homework. He was crossing something out on his notes when a knock came.

In a flash, John was at his door and opened it to find a tearful Kitty Pryde. It nearly broke his heart. Seeing her irritated at him was, apparently, not the same as seeing her sad. John stepped away from the doorway so that she could walk in, but wondered if she would. She did, and sat on his bed. “I – I thought we were going to win.”

“Oh, I know, Kitty-cat,” John said in what was probably the softest voice he had ever used on her. “I know.”

With Kitty upset and in his room, John automatically reverted back to his nervous reflex and began clicking his lighter. “Pyro! Stop it!” Kitty yelled, wiping away a tear. Then with an afterthought, she added, “I mean, John.”

John laughed and realized he could sit next to her the way he had done when they were teasing each other on the sofa during all the games they watched together. He plopped down on the bed and put an arm around her. “That’s more like the Kitty-cat I know.”

“You jerk! You jinxed them!” Kitty said, anger replacing her sadness. John smiled as she returned to her fiery self. “I thought I would live to see them win a title! But you had to go and -”

John cut her off. “Hey,” he said. It made Kitty stop and turn her head to look at him. His boyish smile calmed her down, and she smiled back. John threw his lighter aside and kissed her. Kitty began to wrap her arms around his neck to kiss him back, but then pushed him away.

“Hey, hold on a second, the Cubs lost today. I have to tell you that we’re really breaking a ritual here,” Kitty said with a teasing smile.

“And, well, I haven’t said anything that made you slap me today, either,” John pointed out. “So as long as we’re breaking rituals, we’ll use this time to celebrate the Cubs inevitable defeat -”

“Hey!” scolded Kitty.

“Or,” John amended with a roll of his eyes, “celebrate how far they got this time.” With that, they resumed their kiss, and John smiled inwardly. Homework would have to wait again.

Note: Jess, you definitely picked a very interesting time to write about! You wrote about something that I could totally relate to, it was really cool cause it set this infamous game up :) I actually remember that foul-ball-catching thing happening too, making this pretty fun to write about.
Jess: x-men -->> kyro ; smilinghazy_crazy on July 12th, 2007 09:05 am (UTC)
OMGGGGG!!! Iris, you are a GENIUS! This was FANTASTIC! I loved it, even though it's baseball ;) I love the way you continued on from my fic and completely made it your own! YAY! =D Thanks SO much for writing this for me!! Aww ♥

“Sorry, Kitty, these boys are cursed. They’ll string you along, only to choke on the sweet air of victory and fail yet again,” John predicted.

Buhahaha, I recognise that line ;P

Thanks again! This was awesome =D *adds to memories*
Iris: kyro - luurrrvesleepall_day on July 12th, 2007 09:10 am (UTC)
Awww, yay! I know I really driveled on about baseball a lot here, but I tried to say as little as possible while still explaining what was going on.

His boyish smile <-- my little way of poking a bit more fun at Aaron.

And like I said before, it was so thoughtful of you to write me a drabble that I wanted to give you something in return. I hope it was satisfactory!
Jess: x-men -->> pyro ; lighterhazy_crazy on July 12th, 2007 09:14 am (UTC)
Yes, and it totally worked! =)

my little way of poking a bit more fun at Aaron.

OOH haha. I like that word "boyish" :P !

It was MORE than satisfactory!! ♥

Crystal: x-men - kyro - firepetitebelette on July 12th, 2007 03:47 pm (UTC)
AWWW. :D This was really good, Iris!! :D
I'm not giving up on you either, Charliesummerrrain on July 12th, 2007 09:40 pm (UTC)
Awwww Iris this was SO cuteee! I loved this!
You= amazing :D
Mindyarliddian on July 13th, 2007 12:00 am (UTC)
Iris, you rock! =D That is all. Haha!
Elizabethwickedwriter916 on July 26th, 2007 06:42 am (UTC)
Oooo nice, great job!

I really liked how they were breaking their ritual, maybe kissing will just become a normal everyday occurance ;-)
Briana: Kyroxdarkx_xangelx on September 10th, 2007 08:31 pm (UTC)
Ok, I'm actually breathing now. This is so amazing! EK! I LOVE IT! I really need to keep a better eye on this comm. Hehehe! AMAZING! MAGNIFICENT! STUPENDOUS! SUPURB! *insert more amazingly amazing adjectives*