Ok, so after I finally saw X3, I developed a dirty little obsession, and well here is the first of hopefully little drabbles to come! This is also posted on the Live Journal Community Kitty and Pyro.
Title: Desperately Wanting
Summary: After the battle for the cure, the unconscious Pyro was taken back to the Mansion by the X-men, unfortunately soon after his arrival, he slipped into a coma and not even the new returned Professor Xavier can find a way to bring him out of it.
Pairing: Shadowcat/Pyro
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For some very odd and fascinating reason when John opened his eyes and sat up he cursed to himself looking around at the room that he was in, instantly recognizing it as the underground laboratories of the Xavier Mansion. He swore and pushed himself up and off of the table, when the door opened and he looked up in worry and confusion as Beast walked into the room in a white lab coat. He walked over to a side table and took a syringe in his hand, extracting a liquid from a vial and into the syringe.
"Hey," Pyro said looking over at him angrily. "What do you think you're going to do with that thing?" he questioned glaring heavily at him. He opened his hand and could not find the familiar click of the lighter go, and instantly knew that the fire was not there. He knew that they must have taken them from him, expecting him to burn the place down once he awoke.
Beast walked around to the other side of the table and Pyro turned, glaring at him planning to shout at him, when he saw who was laying on the table.
He stare at his own, unconscious, weakened form, hooked up to multiple machines, restrained to the table, still in his battle clothes. It may have only been a few hours since he'd arrived back. But now John stare on at his powerful body that lay docile, frost bitten hands from his battle with Bobby, a bruise forming over his brow where the Iceman head butted him and he turned. Running towards the door, expecting it to open to his spirit-like form, but instead he ran through it.
It was a just a bit much for him to handle and he ran through the basement and up to the elevator. Lucky the door was open, but still there was no way for him to push the button. He had no clue where the stairs were for him to climb out of the basement because he had never been made an official X-Men and it wasn't something that he had planned to do either.
Pyro stood impatiently in the elevator until Beast finished administering the drugs to his body. Once he finally made his way towards the elevator that lead to the classroom level of the school, John followed silently beside him as he entered the Professor's office. John was very surprised to see that the man in the office was not Xavier.
"Good afternoon Professor," Beast greeted shutting the door behind him. "How are you adjusting?" he questioned walking over to the desk.
Pyro looked on in shock at the man behind the desk. He was certainly not the Professor that he remembered when he was a student here. Maybe it was a different guy, because this man was definitely not Xavier, but then the boy could not understand why Xavier would turn over the Mansion and the school to a complete and total stranger.
"I am doing fine my old friend," he said addressing Beast.
"Professor Xavier, I am afraid that he has still not stabilized, and I'm still not positive that bringing him here was the greatest idea," Beast said earning a scowl from Pyro, not that the mutant could see it anyway.
"I sense no new brain activity from here, but perhaps I shall make visit to him later this afternoon," he mused and stood from his chair, walking around to the front of the desk, leaning back on it. "I know suspect that young John has a visitor," Xavier smiled lightly and nodded to Beast. "We should probably tighten the security around the medical lab," he laughed.
"If you are speaking about who I believe you are speaking about I think that the task will be nearly impossible," he chuckled, and John gave the two of them a strange and confused look, he had no clue what they were talking about but he wanted to know.
He had no way of getting back downstairs, nor did he have any idea how to, it was all very confusing to him so he cursed and stalked the halls of the Mansion, and strangely to all of those that actually passed his presence in the hallway swore that it felt like the old John was back in school, but they brushed it off, believing that he died at Alcatraz.
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It was strange, the whole situation was entirely too strange. Everyone thought he was dead, meaning everyone who wasn't at Alcatraz. The media, the government, even the Brotherhood, seeing as how they all fled when they saw Ms. Grey, or rather the Phoenix begin to disintegrate everyone and everything thing around her.
But no, there he lay, tranquil and serene, in a coma before her. She wasn't sure if he would ever wake up. She wasn't even sure if she wanted him to wake up. With all of the pain that he had put them all through.
All of the years he spent teasing her, all of the drama he put Rogue and Bobby through on the Blackbird. They had told her about it when they returned and she had a strange reaction to it at the time. She laughed.
"Ha ha, very funny Bobby. Where's John hiding?" she laughed observing the couple's solemn faces. Then she realized that they were not kidding. It wasn't some joke that they were all playing. John wasn't going to pop out of his hiding space somewhere behind her and shout "Surprise! You really thought I left Kitten? Passed up the prospect of annoying you for the rest of your natural life? You know me better than that," he would have winked. But he didn't. Because he was gone. Now she was sitting beside him in the medical lab, looking over his beaten frame. His hands still had their dull blue color from the frostbite that Bobby had given him to stop his flames, but he did not move.
Kitty Pryde remained sitting there in the basement until dinner when she heard the elevator enter into the basement level and she quickly phased up through the roof, unable to bear the thought of someone knowing what she was doing.
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At dinner, the mood between Bobby, Kitty and Marie was somber, more so than it should have been. Marie had not been at Alcatraz, she had gotten the cure instead, but she knew that something was bothering Bobby and it wasn't the fact that she was no longer a mutant.
Piotr sat next to Kitty and kept trying to encourage her to eat something, but she constantly claimed that she was not hungry and simply picked at her food.
A few minutes later, she excused herself from the table to go up and "work on her homework" but everyone who was at Alcatraz knew that it was just a cover, she was going up to her room to mourn, which she did a lot as of late.
John was surprised when he saw the looks on everyone's faces, well the ones he battled that was. They all shared the same look as if they all watched a puppy get kicked. He couldn't help but laugh at it, and follow the small girl who left the room first, figuring that he might as well do something to entertain himself, seeing as there was no one to really talk to. Talking to himself all day was rather wearing on his nerves. He almost turned around and went back to the dinning room to inspect Bobby and his newly human girlfriend Rogue, or Marie, as he heard her called, when he saw the little girl with tears in her eyes.
Crying girls was not John Allerdyce's specialties, and well in all honesty, he wasn't tangible, nor was he visible, or audible for that matter, so he really wouldn't need to be consoling her. But he could, however, bask in her unhappiness and know that there was one person out there that was being tortured by something.
The little girl ran up the stairs and John hustled to keep up with her. She ran into a bedroom, shutting the door and locking it in John's face. He simply rolled his eyes and walked through the door, but when he did, she was no where to be seen. Confused he turned around to see her back pressed flush against the door, arms clutching the door frame as her tiny knuckles started turning white. Her bangs were swept across her eyes and she shook her head to push them away.
"Wait a minute," John whispered quietly. He knew this girl. He looked upon her confused. She ran through him and jumped on to her bed, bursting into sobs, grabbing an object that rested upon the bedside table.
John wandered further into the room and stood at the end of her bed, watching her sob. She brought the object up to her face to stare at it, as she wiped some of her tears off of her checks. Now, more curious than even, moved to the other side of the bed to see what she was looking at and crying harder over. But she rolled over to face where he was standing, pressing the object, which from what he could make out was a picture frame to her chest.