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A/N: I've been thinking about this for a while. It's not great, but it's what came out.
Summary: When Logan says Boston, Pyro doesn't realize he's cutting Bobby off when he recommends his sister's place. AU.
No Questions
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Pyro likes Catherine and he likes Sinner, and she's both and yet she's not. Mary has ten years on him, was out doing men and lines when she should have been doing homework, and he barely knows her. Catherine only has three years on him and is damn near his mother, or as close as he can get to one. She's Mama but she doesn't hold him back, only sets boundaries where he needed them. Not like Xavier. Nothing like Xavier. And he knows he can come back even if he does what she doesn't think is right, because she may not believe or even like what you do but she'll defend your right to do it 'til the death. 'Cause that's family. That's a real family in a sea of madness.
She opens the door with a fake, frazzled smile, and then she sees you and the smile is real and she's exclaiming, "Pyro!" and hugging you.
They're surprised that she doesn't call you John or Johnny, but he's been her Pyro since he was four and she was seven and you set fire to her least favorite dress and she just laughed. She took the beatings and abuse as much as she could, and he thinks she probably took the rape too, but you can never prove it. She hides your powers from him and smiles real smiles and he wonders how he can, and then he gets proof of the rape and your father burns and she's giving you a plane ticket to New York. And he's Pyro.
She glances over the others threat assessment but lets them in without a word because they're with him, and she they go to the kitchen like always where she orders him to see his niece and nephew while she makes pancakes. And he's Uncle Pyro, not Uncle John, because she knows him better than anyone, knows him better than Bobby who's your best friend despite the asshole you are. She's not there despite or because of, she's just there because you're Pyro. She only asks if you need new identities. She's not a Saint she's a Sinner, she laughs as always old joke and St. Catherine sets about cooking and typing out her book on an old laptop at the same time. She works three jobs and has two kids and never was married, but maybe she has three kids because you're still one of hers. She's still your Mama after the streets and jaded and all this time.
She doesn't ask any more questions.
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