A/N: Sadly I don't own anything, everything belongs to the almighty Stan Lee. You might come along a few O.C.'S, but I'll warn you. Hope you enjoy and feel free to review, I just love to write about JONDA.

Chapter 1

Pyro lugged his bag up the rickety stairs. They were long and narrow and with every bump Pyro cursed aloud.

"Maybe that'll get some meat on those bones," Granddad John said gently. He didn't say it angrily but there was noticeable gruffness on the edge of his voice. "Shove some sense into your head," he chuckled as he went into the kitchen. The house was quite old, 'lived in' Pyro's grandfather had called it. His grandfather had moved to Bayville about twenty years ago. He had been raving about it ever since. "Quiet old place," he had said on the phone. "Perfect place for Jonny to come and learn a lesson or two, besides, I haven't seen him ever since he was born."

Pyro hated it here. He had been here about three minutes and he still hated it. He would probably have hated anywhere he went, nowhere is as good as Australia. He finally reached the top of the stairs. First door on the right... he swung open the door.

"Oh god..." There was a tiny bed, a dilapidated chest of drawers, a wardrobe with a broken off door and a dirty window. The walls had peeling white wallpaper which smelled slightly of urine. That's a little worrying...

He was only here because he started a small fire to his home in Australia. His mum had completely over-reacted. It's alright though, when his dad got back from his meeting in Tokyo and heard what mum his had done, Pyro would be out of there faster than you could say 'urine smelling bedroom.' His dad got back in two weeks. Pyro could last it in Bayville until then. Pyro reached into his pocket and pulled out his lighter. "You're the reason I'm in this freakin' mess," he said to himself. He put the lighter on the bed stand.

"John!" called his granddad. "Dinners here, Big Al sent over some cheeseburgers!"

"Sounds appetising..." Pyro mumbled. He threw his duffel bag on the bed and as the legs gave way it collapsed onto the floor. "Dad can't get me out of here sooner," Pyro muttered as he madehis way down the stairs to the kitchen.

Short, I know, but it's just the set up. I swear there's a story coming.