A/N: This story takes place just before X2, so it will have some spoilers in it about the movie if you haven't seen it already. Don't read if you don't want to know what happens in the movie.
Late last night at a party in a small town in California, havoc erupted." John looked up at the TV screen to see a blazing house. "A young mutant teenage girl seemed to have blown up the house after a threatening incident." The picture of a beautiful, smiling girl appeared on the screen. "She is about 5'4", brown hair and eyes. If you see her, please dial this number. The police are looking for her." John sat back in his chair, thinking about what he had seen.
"More mutant 'attacks' eh?" Logan leaned against the door way, quoting with his fingers the word attacks.
The teenage boy nodded his head. "They say that she blew up a party."
Logan shrugged. "Xavier found her on Cerebro. Storm and Jean are getting her, bringing her back here."
Logan walked out of the room, muttering something to himself. Once again John was left alone. Bobby and Rogue were probably off trying to figure out new ways of making out without getting hurt. Flipping the lighter open, he stared into the flames and took them in his hand. Why couldn't he create fire? Why could he only manipulate it? Only being able to move the flames wasn't as satisfying as it used to be.
**
The noise roared as she shot up straight, staring at the monstrosity before her. The black metal shimmered in the sun as it landing only a hundred yards away from her. Quickly, she was on her feet, racing away as fast as she could. Looking up, the sky became dark with clouds and rain soon started to fall. She slipped on the newly formed mud with a grunt, and suddenly her body seemed to be paralyzed, and she seemed to be headed backwards in the air. Her eyes scanned wildly around her surroundings, hoping to find something that would explain this. As rapidly as it had happened, she stopped and was turned around. The dark clouds faded away and once again the sun shone threw. She was dropped to the ground with a thud.
"What is going on?!" She yelled at the people before her.
"I'm Jean Grey, and this is Storm. We heard about your incident at the party."
She clambered to her feet. "Did you hear that I nearly got raped on the news?! Huh? He had me pinned! What the fuck was I suppose to do?!"
Storm held up her hand. "We aren't here to harm you. We just want you to come with us."
The girl shook her head, denying the offer. Storm glared at her. "What is your name."
"Which one?" She asked back.
"Both."
The girl stared back. "Leslie, Leslie Rodman. Or, Aura."
Jean nodded her head. "What can you do."
Leslie looked down at the ground. "It's complicated. But, I have complete control over it, don't think that I have accidents. Blowing up that party wasn't an accident. Anyways. When I look someone in the eyes, I can see what kind of person they are, like if you're evil, or good, or caring, or shy, whatever. Then, I can suck out their aura and turn it into a ball of energy in my hand. If I want to, then I can shoot it at something. When I do that, it takes away a lot of there energy and the person becomes temporarily weak. Like I said, it's kind of hard to understand."
"Interesting." Storm said. "Now, come with us."
This time, she followed them onto the jet.
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The teacher cleared his throat, beckoning for the class's attention. Bobby and Rogue sat next to each other in the back, flirting endlessly. John rolled his eyes as he watched them in disgust. There were two people at every table. John sat alone, flicking his shark lighter on and off. Everyone glanced up.
"We have a new student." In walked a girl, about the age of sixteen. John's eyes went wide at the site of her. It was the girl that was on the news yesterday. Her short brown hair rested lightly on her shoulder, and her bright brown eyes scanned the room. He wanted to run his hand over her tanned skin and dirty thoughts rushed into his head when he saw her standing there.
Her name is Leslie Rodman from California. John, raise your hand." He lazily put his arm in the air. "You can take the empty seat next to him." She gracefully strolled to the table where he sat. His breath caught as he looked into her warm eyes. 'God she's hot.' he thought to himself. She lowered herself into the seat.
John broke the silence and held out his hand. "I'm John Allerdyce, or Pyro if you feel like it." Her mouth broke into a white, shining smile and shook his hand, sending a tingling sensation up his arm. "I'm Leslie Rodman, or Aura if you feel like it."
John smiled, this crappy day seemed to be getting already. He glanced over at her again, her eyes were now facing the front of the classroom, listening to the teacher. Her tight long sleeved shirt hugged her perfect curves in all the right places. The jeans were slightly worn and faded, and her checkered black and white shoes were spotted with mud. Feeling his eyes on her, she looked over at him in confusing. Hastily John looked away and could feel the heat rising to his cheeks. Bobby and Rogue had been watching, and both started laughing. John shot them a look, as if telling them to shut up. Leslie sat, slightly amused by the whole situation. Call her conceited (even though she really wasn't), but she knew she was gorgeous, and also thought that John was kind of cute. A stand of hair fell into John's face, and he quickly brushed it back. So maybe this day wasn't as great as he thought it was going to be. Being embarrassed in front of this girl wasn't exactly what he had planned.
The clock on the wall clicked, and finally, after what seemed like hours of lecturing, they were let out for lunch. Bobby was right on John's heels following him. "Seems like somebody's in love with the new girl." He said tauntingly.
John spun around, glaring daggers at him. "Shut up Bobby." With that he turned back around and headed away.
"Christ he has an attitude!" Bobby said. Rogue came up behind him and put a gloved hand on his shoulder.
"He's been through a lot." She said.
"Of course he has! Every mutant has gone through a lot of shit before they came here. He acts like he's the only one with problems!"
Around the corner John stood silently listening to Bobby. He had always trusted Bobby, and yea, his temper ran away with him sometimes, but he thought that Bobby was his friend. John's eyebrows furrowed as he replayed the scene in his head.