A/N Hello, my lovely readers. I'm exhausted and I almost forgot to update but I didn't, yay! Thanks for your continued support.
owlish quagmire: Love the owl part of your name. I'm glad that you've come to sort of like John. I totally agree that at first I didn't like him but he's a tortured soul.
DGMSilverAirhead 03: Hiya girlie, and you're right John has no control over his mouth or temper. Trust me that'll get him into trouble.
Disclaimer: I do not own X-men.
"What?" Logan demanded.
"They're gonna fire. Hang on!" As quickly as possible we all strapped ourselves in. Rogue seemed to be having trouble with buckles. Meanwhile, Kurt seemed to be praying. Jean pressed a button that increased the jet's speed.
Storm then shouted, "I gotta shake 'em," before rolling jet.
"Please don't do that again," John pleaded. I smirked a bit as Logan agreed with him. The air force planes soon followed.
Logan spoke up, again, "Don't we have any weapons in this heap?" Suddenly, the sky went dark and tornadoes began to form behind us in front of the military planes. The vortexes managed to force the two pilots to eject from their jets. The sky then cleared and we all visibly relaxed.
"Everybody okay back there?" Jean asked.
"No," Logan responded.
Just then the beeping noise started again. 'What now?' One of the ships had managed to look onto us and fire two missiles.
"Oh, my God," Storm said. "There's two of them." Suddenly, one of the missiles exploded thanks to Jean. "There's one more. Jean…"
Jean gasped, "Oh, God!" The missile hit the top of the jet, obliterating the ceiling. I grasped John's hand tightly. Rogue screamed as she was lifted into the air as we fell.
Bobby shouted her name, "Rogue!" Suddenly, Kurt wasn't there anymore, and then he was, with Rogue! 'He's a teleporter!' The plane began to fall faster and faster. John and I locked gazes; despite some of the things he had done, I still had feelings for him and now I'd never get to tell him or find out if he felt the same.
All of a sudden, the hole in the ceiling, mended itself and the plane started to slow down. "Jean?" Storm asked.
"It's not me," Jean replied. We suddenly stopped in midair; in front of us were an elderly man with a cape and a weird helmet and a blue woman with reddish-orange hair.
"When will these people learn how to fly?" the man said to the woman.
That night we all set up tents in a clearing. As it turns out the guy with the helmet and the blue lady were supposedly evil mutants that wanted to help us and had secret information. It all clicked in my brain that the man was the same Magneto that had kidnapped Rogue and the woman, Mystique, something about her seemed familiar. I knew I'd never seen her before but I was sure I'd heard her name somewhere before. Kurt sat off by himself while the others, besides us teenagers, discussed whatever was happening. I leaned up against a log gazing up at the starry night above the treetops. Unexpectedly, a warm body laid down next to me. I turned my head to see John staring at me.
"Hi," he said. I smiled but it was slightly forced. "Are you okay?"
I shrugged, "Well, I haven't nearly died in a plane crash before…or seen one of my friends attack humans."
John looked down for a moment before meeting my gaze again. "I'm sorry. I kind of just…lost control."
I nodded, "I understand, it happens." I sighed and laid my head on his shoulder. John shifted to put his arm around my shoulder. "Why do you hate humans?"
John shifted again, "My parents are human. And a couple years ago, they kicked me out when they found out about my powers."
"I'm sorry. I guess I got lucky, both my parents are mutants."
"Yeah, but you came here because humans were torturing you."
I nodded, "but, that doesn't mean all humans are prejudice. I've met some really nice ones that didn't care if I was different."
"Whatever you say, Sparky." I figured I wasn't going to change his opinion overnight, it was going to take time.
I sighed as a new question popped into my head, "Why do you never call me Kara?"
John's eyebrows furrowed, "What do you mean?"
"You always call me Shocky, Shockster, Sparky, Charge, Taser, sometimes you call me Volta but you never call me Kara."
"I guess I never thought about it." John and I probably would have fallen asleep like that if Storm hadn't come over to us.
"You two should probably get some sleep." John walked me to my tent and kissed my cheek. 'Damn it, I'm falling for him.' I soon drifted off to sleep.
