Title: Vivienne's Zippo

Disclaimer: I own nothing, except Vivienne.

Rating: PG

A/N: I happen to love Pyro.

John Allerdyce held his hand out to Vivienne Hall expectantly, she crossed her arms and glared at him.

"No." She told him. The look of her face said there was no way in Hell she was going to hold his hand. But John knew better. She liked holding his hand, because him holding her hand made her his. They weren't an official couple, if anyone asked Vivienne would smile and shake her head, her auburn curls bouncing. John hated that, hated knowing that guys were hitting on his girl. So, on that winter night, he decided to change that. John smiled and pushed his hand forward insistently.

"Come on, don't you trust me?" He asked jokingly, as he clicked the lid of his lighter leisurely, like he had all the time in the world, and they weren't already out after curfew.

"I trust you." She paused, wrapping her arms tighter around herself. The wind was picking up speed, the snow fell more rapidly than before. "It's the Zippo I don't trust." Vivianne snapped, glaring at the lighter with distaste. John sighed melodramatically and plunked down onto the lawn of the Academy.

"I control the Zippo Vivs, I'm not leaving this spot until you let me show you." Vivienne bit her bottom lip and shuffled her feet, looking around he grounds at the pure, unmarred white snow around them.

"Johnny, it's freezing out here, you'll die if you stay out here much longer." She looked upward thoughtfully. "Maybe I should just leave you out here." John ignored her and instead patted the spot beside him, smirking up at her. Her button nose and the tips of her ears were red, and John thought it was the cutest thing he'd ever seen. Vivienne glared, stomped dramatically over to the spot and plopped down. John's smile was triumphant and he pulled her closer to him, until she was leaning against his chest, his hand intertwined with hers. She looked at the plain silver Zippo nervously. She wanted to trust him when he was using but the orange flame glimmered violently. It seemed to have it's own mind, one she didn't know, didn't trust.

"You ready?" He asked in her ear. Vivienne shiver. Not sure if it was the closeness of him, or the way he whispered in her ear, or maybe, just maybe it was just the cold. Yes, of course, that was it, the cold was making her shiver. She nodded. The fire moved from the Zippo to the palm of his hand, outward. Forming a ring of flames around them. The fire danced, growing stronger with each choreographed step. She watched as the fire turned blue before her eyes, the heat unbearably close.

"John!" She hissed tightly. "John, that's amazing." She said quickly. "But can you stop now?" She clutched his hand tighter and buried her face in his shoulder. The wall of flame, came down and the cold of winter overwhelmed her. John felt her sigh against him, and smoothed her hair back from her forehead, before he kissed it gently.

"That's my girl." It felt so good to be able to say it. Vivienne pulled away, looking up at him incredulously.

"Your girl?" She echoed. John smirked and pocketed the silver Zippo.

"Yeah, my girl. Viv, I'll never let the fire burn you. I'll never let anyone hurt you." He followed his promise with their first kiss. John broke the slow, tentative kiss to dig into his back pocket. He pulled out a silver Zippo identical to his and handed it to her. "You are officially my girl." Vivienne handled it carefully, appraisingly.

"Well, it's no letterman jacket, but I guess it'll do." John chuckled and turned it over in her hand. "Read the inscription." Sure enough, engraved in the Zippo was a phrase, signed with his name.

"To my girl," she read aloud. "my Viv, my firefighter." She smiled. "You forgot to put 'the only girl who can stand me.'" Jake entangled his hand in her auburn curls and kissed her, a slow agonizing burn.

"Didn't think it mattered much, seeing as you're the only girl I want." They shared their first time as an official couple, curled up behind a wall of fire. Where the world outside meant nothing, and they were only two people in the world. John Allerdyce showed her that while his flames could be destructive, it would always be protecting her.