Frisco Bound with isalsogreat
It's barely three weeks until the fall semester stars, but Kitty has been buried under mundania for most of the summer. Aside from escorting school-age children on tours of New York for brownie points, and trying to finish up some of the last classes she needs for a master's degree in Physics (including several seminars in Boston she had to attend), there's daily computer maintenance and a list of other things that she doesn't even think about anymore on a conscious level.
Charles Xavier kicked her out early this morning, with marching orders not to come back for a weekend (despite her protests to the contrary that she has important things to do), and if he saw her face before Monday (not counting global emergencies), he'd put her on the kitchen roster for meals. And, to add insult to injury, he somehow convinced Scott to play air taxi and take her wherever she wanted to go.
Which turns out to be San Francisco, where her best friend lives. That knocking on the front door? One irritated hacker bearing ice cream and a grudge against her mentor. Here's hoping Bobby's home and not ... occupied.
Charles Xavier kicked her out early this morning, with marching orders not to come back for a weekend (despite her protests to the contrary that she has important things to do), and if he saw her face before Monday (not counting global emergencies), he'd put her on the kitchen roster for meals. And, to add insult to injury, he somehow convinced Scott to play air taxi and take her wherever she wanted to go.
Which turns out to be San Francisco, where her best friend lives. That knocking on the front door? One irritated hacker bearing ice cream and a grudge against her mentor. Here's hoping Bobby's home and not ... occupied.