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Bonfire Heart

No setting things on fire!

I'm lying on my back in the tent staring up at the ceiling when the flap opens and Pyro comes in. "So," he says with a smirk on his face. "A little bird told me that you convinced Storm to let us share a tent," Yeah, wonder what that bird looked like. "I like that," He finishes, crawling over.

Before I even know what's going on, he's got me pinned to the ground. "So, what about that payback you were talking about?"

I smirk up at him, setting my lashes on fire. "You do realize," I say, "That this tent is flammable. And that the fire is gonna shine through the canvas, not to mention the noi–" Pyro's lips plunging down onto mine say only too clearly that he doesn't give a freaking damn about people hearing. Or seeing for that matter.

And as Pyro's hands slip under my shirt, it turns out, neither do I. (just for the record, we do use protection. Don't wanna set any wrong examples here.)

The next morning, when we climb the stairs into the jet Pyro and I run into a very grumpy-looking Wolverine. He gives us the death stare. "Did you two sleep AT ALL last night?"

It takes me a moment to realize what he means, but when I do, a smirk spreads over my face. Logan had the tent next to ours. "Well, you obviously didn't." I say grinning from ear to ear. Seriously, he of all people should be able to handle a little noise. And various blasts of fire.

Inside the jet, Bobby and Rogue are admiring the X-Men jumpsuits. Hideous blue and black things, if you ask me. "How come we don't have uniforms?" Rogue asks, just as I walk in. Why would she want THOSE?

"They're on order," Logan replies gruffly. "They'll arrive in a few years." Not if I can prevent it.

In the back, Magneto and Mystique are having a great time, giggling their heads off. And people call me childish. Every now and then, they point at Rogue. She turns in their direction, eyebrows raised. Magneto gives her a jovial smile. "Oh, Mystique and I love what you've done to your hair." Though for once in my life I agree with Magneto, it's still a bit rich of a naked woman and guy with a cape, to judge other people's fashion choices. Rogue seems to share my opinion. Scowling like Wolverine on a bad day, she tucks off one of her white gloves and takes a step towards the other mutant.

"Rogue, don't," Bobby grabs her arm, preventing her from doing anything else. "Let's go." I snort. THAT would not have stopped ME. But then again, No one would have tried to stop me either. It would just be damned stupid.

That makes a new thought come to mind. I jerk my chin at Magneto's gear. "That's a pretty dorky lookin' helmet." I say. In fact, 'dorky' is still an understatement. It looks more like something Marvel comic heroes would wear than something a grown man would – no, should – own.

Magneto raises his eyebrows at me. "That 'dorky' looking helmet is the only thing that's gonna protect me from the bad guys." He answers coldly.

"They say you're the bad guy." Pyro joins the conversation.

Magneto turns to face him. "Is that what they say?" Pyro nods.

He stretches out his hand making the lighter fly from Pyro's grasp. Pyro scowls. More like a pit bull whose favorite bone has been taken than anything else. Magneto's not impressed, though. "What's your name?" he asks.

"John." Pyro answers flatly. I frown. He didn't tell me his birth name first.

Magneto clicks the lighter open. "What's your real name, John?"

The scowl fades from Pyro's features as the flame flies over into his palm. "Pyro."

Magneto's eyebrows almost disappear under his hairline as he stares at the flickering light. "Quite some talent you got there, Pyro." He mutters.

That bitter expression I've seen before crosses over Pyro's face. "I can only manipulate the fire," he extincts the flame by closing his hand. "I can't create it." Again, he should not feel bitter about that. It's a blessing that he doesn't burn everything he touches. Unlike me. I burned down my house, my family, my town, my orphanage, my school… the list could go on forever.

Magneto seems to be thinking something along the same line, though, because he frowns at Pyro and says, "You're a god among insects. Never let anyone tell you anything else." This seems to reassure Pyro.

For me, I'm not really sure whether it's supposed to be a compliment or an insult. Still, it perks my interest. "What about me?" I cut in, "Am I worth that title?" I flip my hand, setting the palm on fire.

Magneto nods appreciatively. "Quite impressive. Can you control it is as well?"

I shrug, letting the flame form into a tap-dancing Mickey Mouse. "Most o' the time," I say, "Unless I get scared. Or angry. Or any other kind of emotional… which happens, like, four times a day."

"Interesting," Magneto murmurs, "He controls it. You create it. Well, you two would make the most fantastic sort of team."

I smirk at Pyro. "That's what we've been thinkin'."

Long, boring hours later, we arrive at Alkali Lake. Storm's got a holographic model of some underground military facility that's making me wonder where people got all that technology from. She goes on lecturing about different entrances and chamber and so on. I yawn. Gosh, that lady has a talent for boring people to death. Are we even sure that's not her real mutation?

There's brief discussion about who's getting to go inside. "I'll go," Logan says. "I've got a hunch they want me alive." Well, that does sound promising.

"Wolverine," Magneto cuts in, "Whoever goes in there needs to be able to operate the spillway mechanism. What do you intend to do. Scratch it with your claws?"

Another venomous Wolverine scowl. "I'll take my chances." And that sounds even more promising. Honestly, why are they even having this discussion?!

They exchange furious glares, but in the end, Mystique's the one who ends up infiltrating the dam. In less than ten minutes. She's got the spillway open for the rest to enter. Damn it, she's good.

But she's not the only one and I'm eager to prove it. Jumping from my seat, I beam at everyone. "Come on, let's go!"

All eyes turn on me. Stern eyes. What did I do wrong this time? Wolverine is the one to tell me. "We go. You don't." he says with a graveyard look on his face. Even more graveyard than usual, I mean.

My jaw literally drops down to the ground. "You don't mean that, do ya?!"

"Yes, we do," Storm confirms, "You, John, Bobby and Rogue are gonna stay here, where it's safe."

I stare. "Safe?! I burned down Ice Cube's house less than a day ago! No place with me in it safe!"

"THAT is true!" I hear Pyro's voice behind me. Thanks Fireball.

"Besides, why do YOU need to go in anyway? Kurt could just beam inside, get the kids out and I could set the whole place on fire." Kurt opens his mouth to say something but lift a flaming hand to shut him up.

Storm glares. Wow, I didn't even know she could do that. "You are staying here. No discussion. And no setting things on fire!"