"You saved my life back there, didn't you? What happened the whole I'm a villain hear me roar act, John?"
'The names Pyro, please try and wear it out, blondie' the nagging voice inside of his head (that was slowly becoming hotter and hotter) that was dying to come out and tell the little thing before him off, but he swallowed his words and let a plastered smile (almost as fake as the one that drapes across hers, little miss fire-proof) drop on his lips.
"So what, what's it to you? I couldn't just stand there and doing nothing but from the way it turned out you didn't really need my help, now did you Miss Miracle Grow?"
That smile (like fake snow that sticks to your skin) turned up even more and finally looked like a real one (full of so much laughter and knowing that he began to hate it).
"What?"
"Nothing Firestarter, just thanks for trying to save me (I lost all of my heroes on the way, full of blood and mocking smiles) even if it wasn't really needed. So good-bye and thanks, John."
The Pyro in him (the one that had been struggling to come out for days on end, with little Miss Claire Bennet and her broken smile that stretched for miles) reached out for her and blocked her from leaving him (like everyone and everything).
"Goodbye? What the hell is that? I'm not leaving you after that, you may grow your bones back and push out bullets (which I will hopefully never get to see), but that doesn't mean you can't get hurt. So, from now on I'm your personal body guard (from the boogieman and the big-bad company) Miss Bennet."
"But-"
"No buts, ands or ifs, now get your little butt (which being me, Pyro, is all that I'm looking at) in the car."
