Beeing done with it
Author: BlackBunny
Series: Movievers, after X-3 it's kind of AU but not really.
E Mail: BlackBunnyvorsicht-bissig.de
Rating: R...just to be sure.
Summary: John has an encounter with some mutant kids and decides to help them out and Bobby has a breakdown.
Archive/Distribution: Dry-Ice...
Category : Angst, hurt, slash, sex in later chapters.
Spoilers: All x-Men films
Parings: Bobby"Iceman"Drake/St.John"Pyro"Allerdyce and some more who watch from the sidelines...
Chapter one: I'm not gone...
Warnings: slash...languege..a lot of swearing. Violence, hints of terrible pasts.
Second Warnings: I'm a german girl so it might be teribble to read for some of
you. I'm not that good in english
Disclaimer: I don't get any fucking money! I just play with the boys for he hell of it and I don't give a damn that it wasn't me who created them.
Authors Notes : Please go easy on me here, normally don't write in english...
Chapter one: I'm not gone...
He
wasn't afraid of the dark. He never was. Not when he could light it
up with the flick of a finger.
John was never one to be afraid of
anything besides losing someone he loved, and
human
nature.
Because all humans, and a lot of mutants too, tended to be
cruel, because they
hated what they couldn't understand.
The
dark alleys he walked down looked the same as those he had walked
before.
But since Alcatraz he can only walk in the dark.
The
government would lock him up if he was found out, if he was
recognized. But
here in the dark no one would see him.
Well,
no one on friendly terms with the police, anyway.
His
thoughts went to the fight again. When Iceman had knocked him out. A
smile
playing along his fine features.
As if he hadn't seen it
coming. As if anything Iceman was capable of would
surprise him.
The instant he had started his fire he knew he couldn't win unless he
gave it everything he had.
But he hadn't, he never would.
Maybe
Bobby didn't miss or even care about him anymore, but he still cared
about Bobby.
And that'll never change.
John had his reasons to
leave, had his reasons to follow Erik. But on Alcatraz
everything
had changed.
It wasn't the fact that Magneto was cut off from his
powers now, or that the
Brotherhood no longer existed.
His
reasons left him when the X-Men appeared. When he saw them.
Pete,
his silver metal body.
Kitty, shivering but still holding her
ground.
And Bobby.
Bobby with fear and determination in his
bright blue eyes. Looking as beautiful
as he did the first time
they met.
It
was then that all his reasons came crashing down, and he realized it
was all for nothing.
When he had gone with Erik, he sure as
hell knew, the others thought he betrayed
them just because he
wanted to play terrorist.
That he just wanted to defy
authority.
That he liked the rush of adrenaline more than the
friendship they shared.
But that was fare from the truth.
He
went because of the rage and fear he felt, when the soldiers burst
into HIS home.
When they hunted down his friends and he had to run
for his life, with Bobby, Rouge and Logan by his side.
He knew
then that his home would never be safe again, and that if he didn't
do
something, one day he'd hold the cold, lifeless body of a
friend in his arms.
The government had purposely broken their
lives apart, and would do it again if
the mutants didn't take
control.
John knew he could not live with it, if one of the people
he loved died from
THEIR hands and he never had attempted to stop
it.
It
was logical for him to follow Erik then.
But when he saw them
there. His former friends, desperately fighting for the
things
they believed in, he knew it was over for him.
He also knew they
could so totally take them down, even if they were only six.
They
were a real team, and John knew what this word meant.
They
could rely on each other, could be sure their friends were there to
stand
beside them.
And John knew his
fight was
over, because even if he would never admit it out loud, he had
fighted to save the ones he loved.
To make sure they wouldn't be put on the to-kill-or-study government list.
But it wouldn't be better if they died because of other mutants.
He
was quite sure that Erik had noticed the way, all of his flying cars
seemed to fall where no one else was. That Erik knew they should have
hit some of his targets and that he'd been kind of annoyed that these
pathetic humans were so quick.
But
they weren't.
Pyro always had a habit of keeping his
secrets.
Mostly to keep his strength hidden.
Better for others
to think him weak and be unprepared to fight him, than laughing at
his rotting corpse.
He had never told Magneto that as well as
controlling fire, he could also
move things engulfed by flame.
If
he had known...well, it would have made more sense to Erik that his
Sighing,
John made his way around the next corner.
car-missiles didn't hit anything he aimed for.
Wishing he had thought
more clearly when he first joined the brotherhood.
But those kinds
of thoughts were cast aside as he heard a loud scream.
Turning to
the left he followed the noises, and heard cold laughs and screeching
shouts from a corner of the next alley.
Normally
he wouldn't have bothered, but the voice... As he rounded the corner his eyes flew to the
three men standing in the A boy with
black hair, only 12 or 13, unconscious and pale like the moon,
And an
even younger girl, crying and sniffing, shouting at the men to leave
them
It sounded so young
and feminine...like the one he heard only in his worst
nightmares.
street, building a circle and laughing
heartlessly at the small figures at their
feet.
little drops of blood clinging to his forehead.
alone.
She had dark blond hair, and little blue horns
peaking out of the top of her head.
//So
she's either wearing them for fun or she's a mutant.// John thought
while The
three guys turned to look at him, clearly surprised. "If
you're good boys and go now, I won't torch your sorry asses!"
said John, putting as much arrogance into his voice as he could
muster, because he knew that it'd piss them off.
flicking up his wrist lighters with a loud snap.
Hell, it would
piss everyone off and he died to fry that pathetic buggers a bit. Or
a bit more.
"Watch
your mouth kid, and leave. You're don't want to mess with us, little
shit!" One of them was shouting at him.
"You'd
be better off if you ran now, dickhead. I'm not as nice as I look,"
he "You'll
regret that, shithead!" the biggest of them sneered and the
three of //Perfect!// he thought while forming three separate
balls of fire behind his
retorted, grinning his most evil smile.
He knew his second
insult had made it, 'cause guys like that were always easy.
them moved towards him, away from the
children.
back.
"Well,
you can't say I didn't warn you, fucktard!" He shrugged his
shoulders, and still grinning let the fireballs fly straight towards
them. Screaming
more in shock than in pain, they ran down the alley while trying to
John just paced
towards the children the girl looking at him afraid.
Each one hitting the target in the pants.
snuff the flames by rolling on the ground. Pyro had put the
flames on low
temperature, they wouldn't even get any dangerous
burn marks out of it.
But sure as hell they would watch their
mouth better around others for a while.
"Don't
worry. I'm not going to hurt you." He knelt down by the boy,
feeling for
a pulse.
It was strong and even. Nothing to worry
about but he better get the child to a
hospital.
"The...they...hit
him..."the blonde girl whispered and sniffed again.
"Don't
worry, we'll get him some help!" With that he picked the boy up
and gave "Patricia...but they just call me Pika."
She whispered and stood up as well. She //Hides the horns, must be a mutant.// "Nice
to meet you, Pika."
her a reassuring smile.
"I'm John. What's your
name?"
grabbed something off the
ground and John noticed it was a dark green cap. She
put it on
her head and fisted one of her small hands in his leather
jacket.
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"There's
no permanent damage done, but he needs at least a day of
bedrest,"
the stern-looking doctor told John.
He didn't know
what to make of that. It wasn't like he had to ponder it for
long.
He would just make sure to get them both home and be
done with it.
Pika
sat at the boy's bedside, holding his hand. The door to the room was
open,
so John could see them both.
"You
can tell his parents then!" he answered just to make sure she
understood "Oh, well we'll
have to call them at once then." She looked at him
expectantly. John just shrugged his shoulders. "Hey, I
don't know their parents or their
that they were not his.
number. I just picked them up
in an alley two streets down from here. He was
injured so I got
him here."
The
doctor sighed, frustrated. "Well, I guess that's some problem.
Maybe Pyro
just nodded and turned to leave. It wasn't his problem any more.
they have no home at all! I'll just ask her and if she
doesn't tell, the police'll have to be called..."
Even
if Pika slightly reminded him of her, she wasn't.
//But I guess
that's why I couldn't just walk away...// He smiled sadly looking
over his shoulder at the little blond girl.
Outside
he sat on a low wall, taking out his cigarettes and lighting
one. When he was half
way through his cigarette, he saw the door of the Clinic open.
Inhaling deeply he let out a small sigh.
It wouldn't do
any good to drift in the past. It never did.
It
was Pika and her friend, sneaking through the doors and once out
running to
the opposite side of the street as fast as they
could.
Pyro
sighed again. Throwing his cigarette to the ground he ran after
them. //I swear, I'll never admit that to anyone. Not even
Bobby, who, by all means,
A part of him knew that this wasn't his business and
that he should just walk to
his apartment.
But he also knew
that he wouldn't find any peace of mind if he just let them
slip.
IS the greatest softy in the world.//
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