Spark just sat there, thinking to herself, for about an hour when
Storm landed the jet. She glanced up. They had landed in a harbor, away
from all the boats. The landing had woken Logan from his sleep.
"Good morning Sleeping Beauty," She smiled cheerfully. He almost growled at her, but grin wasn't threatening. She flashed a mischievous grin. He laughed and said to Cyclops, "I guess we're here, right?" "Yes. These are the coordinates. He's up in that old house." Spark looked where he pointed through the windshield. It was an old abandoned house. It looked pretty beat up. "Why would anyone want to stay there?" she asked. "Well, where would you go if you had nowhere to go?" replied the mocha-skinned Storm. "Good point," Spark said thoughtfully.
Storm lowered the ramp and they all filed out after her. She walked along the road to get to the house. Storm knocked on the door. When there was no answer, she opened the door and walked in. It was an old two-story house. "Stay close together, just in case," she warned. Rogue and Bobby instantly grabbed hands, Rogue's still safe behind gloves. They left to go look around in what used to be the dining room and kitchen. Storm and Cyclops left in the opposite direction, leaving the upstairs to Logan and Spark.
Spark looked at him, then up the staircase. Logan raised an eyebrow at her. "Scared?" he asked. "Not at all. The fact that a dangerous mutant could be up there and rip me limb from limb if I turn a wrong corner doesn't bother me at all," she answered. He grinned at her as she turned back to the stairs. Spark took a deep breath and walked slowly up the stairs. Logan followed behind her, close enough to catch her if she fell.
* * *
Jake tossed in his sleep. He sat bolt upright. He rubbed his eyes again and again. He couldn't get the look of terror his parents had given him out of his head. After he punched that guy across the room and through another two rooms, everyone had shunned him. It was okay to be strong, but that strong was freaky. Jake had run away that night. Escaping all the stares. The little "incident" had happened eight days ago. He'd been hitchhiking since then. He ended up in this old house because he'd been afraid to ask anyone to let him stay there. So far, he'd only asked a few people all together, and they'd all slammed the door in his face. He shook his head and lay back down. He fell asleep quickly, but he still dreamt about that look of terror.
* * *
Spark rounded the corner into a bedroom. There he was, lying in a bed, fast asleep and shirtless. He was on his side, facing her. She just stood there for a moment, looking at him. He was very muscular, and he had a six-pack. His hair was bleached light blonde, but she could see dark brown roots were showing. He had nice and tan skin and was very cute. On a scale of 1 - 10, he was an 8.
Logan came up behind her and whispered in her ear, "Well, go on. Wake him up." Spark turned and almost glared at him, but thought better of it. She walked over to and lightly tapped his shoulder. He didn't budge. She shook him. No response. She grabbed his shoulder with both hands and shook. He woke up, just opening his eyes. As soon as he saw her, his eyes went wide and he sat straight up. "Who are you? What do you want?" he said angrily.
"I'm Spark. Are you Jake?" she answered him. "Yeah, my name's Jake. But what does it mean to you?" he growled at her, unaware of Logan, standing in the doorway. "I'm like you. A mutant. We," she said, nodding at Logan, "are here to talk to you." Jake glanced up at Logan, then back at her. "What do you want to talk about?"
Logan said from the doorway, "We have a school. It's for people like us. Mutants." Jake looked somewhat confused. "You mean there's a whole school for mutants?" "Yep," Spark smiled at him. "You're kinda like Superman, but you can't fly, right?" He nodded and smiled at her. Spark turned to Logan. "Can you go get the others?" she asked. "There's no need," said Cyclops from behind Logan. "We're already here." Logan turned around and cursed. "What?" Cyclops asked. "Unhappy to see your old friend?" Logan stood very stiff. "It's not that, I can't move."
Everyone but Spark and Jake looked scared. "What is it, Logan? What's wrong?" Spark asked. "Magneto," said Storm. "A very, very powerful mutant." Spark still looked confused, so Storm added, "He controls metal."
"Oh," she said. Jake still didn't get it. Logan shot across the room, pinned to a wall. "Hello, X-men," came a cold voice from behind the group. "I see you found our friend. May I talk to him?" Jake jumped up from the bed. "Who are you? What'd you want with me?" he yelled.
"Just a little talk, that's all," replied Magneto. "A little talk?" Jake said skeptically. "Yes, of course," said Magneto. "I would take you in, help you hone your skills, make you even more powerful than you already are. All you have to do is come with me." He walked through the small throng of X-men to stand in front of Spark. "You're in my way, brat. Move," Magneto said to her, ever calm. "No," she said, just as cool. "You can't take him."
Magneto's fist collided with the side of Spark's head, sending her sprawling across the room. "No!" shouted Bobby and Rogue in unison. Bobby sent ray of ice at him, freezing his feet to the ground. Magneto turned to look at them then raised a fist. Bobby rose with it. His belt was metal. He mentally cursed himself for wearing it when he shot across the room to join Spark in a crumpled heap.
"Stop it!" shouted Rogue. "Leave us alone!" "Yeah," said yet another voice. "Leave them alone. They didn't do anything." Pyro stepped out of the shadows he'd been hiding in. "John, I told you to stay in the helicopter. What are you doing here?" Magneto asked angrily. "I don't want to be on your side anymore." Pyro looked at Storm and Cyclops. "Can I come back? Please. I don't want to fight with him." Storm nodded, looking at Magneto for any sudden movements. "Yes you can come back. We wouldn't refuse you."
Magneto was outraged. "How dare you, you insolent boy? I took you in and I sheltered you. How dare you?" Magneto raised a hand, perhaps to send him flying, too, but he didn't get a chance to, because Jake's heavily muscled fist met the side of his helmeted head. But because of his feet being frozen to the floor, he fell sideways, emitting a sickening crack as one of his legs broke. He screamed in rage as much as pain. Logan dropped to the floor, Magneto's grip lost. Jake looked at Cyclops. "Can I really come with you? To your school?" Cyclops nodded. He turned to Logan. "Can you walk?" Logan nodded, standing up.
Logan bent down to pick up Bobby. He slung him over his shoulder and turned around. "Let's go then. Chuck got what he wanted. Let's go give it to him." Jake picked up his bag and shouldered it. He picked up Spark with ease. "How did you guys get here?" he asked. "The jet," said Cyclops. "Follow me." He led the way back to the jet.
When they got outside, they saw Magneto's helicopter. A blue-scaled woman sat in the pilot's seat. When she saw them, her eyes went wide, but she remained still, until they were all loaded in the jet. As soon as the ramp closed, she darted out to go find Magneto.
Logan put Bobby down in a seat and strapped him in. Jake did the same for Spark, taking much more care. Pyro sat on Spark's opposite side, quietly. When Storm started the jet, Bobby woke up. He shook his head a few times, and asked, "What happened?" Rogue sat down by him and took his hand. "It's okay now. We got him to come with us," she comforted him. "Good," he said sleepily. He rested his head on her shoulder. "I'm going to bed now." He was soon asleep.
Spark woke up a while later. She sat up and blinked her eyes several times. She shook her head and looked around. "Did we win?" she asked Logan. He nodded at her. "Yeah, he's right there." He pointed at Jake. She looked at him and smiled. "Hiya." She looked at Pyro. "Who are you?" she asked, and then she looked at Logan. "He wasn't here before, was he? Or did that hit effect me more than I thought?" Logan laughed and shook his head. "He's Pyro. We picked him up, too. He's commin' home with us too."
Spark looked at him. "Hi Pyro, I'm Spark." She held out her hand, but instead she crashed out in his shoulder. John looked at her, sleeping like an angel. Her golden hair was splayed across her neck and his shoulder. She was beautiful, sleeping on his shoulder. He kept looking at her, even until the jet landed back at the mansion. Bobby was awake enough to walk, but Spark was still asleep. Jake was about to pick her up, but John insisted he do it. He followed Rogue up to their room and laid her down on her bed. He pulled the sheets around her and stood there for a second. "Is there something you need, John?" Rogue asked. "Naa," he said, before he turned around and left. "Just come get me when she wakes up, okay?" Rogue smiled. "I'll tell her you want to see her." He nodded and left, leaving Rogue sitting there, smiling.
"Good morning Sleeping Beauty," She smiled cheerfully. He almost growled at her, but grin wasn't threatening. She flashed a mischievous grin. He laughed and said to Cyclops, "I guess we're here, right?" "Yes. These are the coordinates. He's up in that old house." Spark looked where he pointed through the windshield. It was an old abandoned house. It looked pretty beat up. "Why would anyone want to stay there?" she asked. "Well, where would you go if you had nowhere to go?" replied the mocha-skinned Storm. "Good point," Spark said thoughtfully.
Storm lowered the ramp and they all filed out after her. She walked along the road to get to the house. Storm knocked on the door. When there was no answer, she opened the door and walked in. It was an old two-story house. "Stay close together, just in case," she warned. Rogue and Bobby instantly grabbed hands, Rogue's still safe behind gloves. They left to go look around in what used to be the dining room and kitchen. Storm and Cyclops left in the opposite direction, leaving the upstairs to Logan and Spark.
Spark looked at him, then up the staircase. Logan raised an eyebrow at her. "Scared?" he asked. "Not at all. The fact that a dangerous mutant could be up there and rip me limb from limb if I turn a wrong corner doesn't bother me at all," she answered. He grinned at her as she turned back to the stairs. Spark took a deep breath and walked slowly up the stairs. Logan followed behind her, close enough to catch her if she fell.
* * *
Jake tossed in his sleep. He sat bolt upright. He rubbed his eyes again and again. He couldn't get the look of terror his parents had given him out of his head. After he punched that guy across the room and through another two rooms, everyone had shunned him. It was okay to be strong, but that strong was freaky. Jake had run away that night. Escaping all the stares. The little "incident" had happened eight days ago. He'd been hitchhiking since then. He ended up in this old house because he'd been afraid to ask anyone to let him stay there. So far, he'd only asked a few people all together, and they'd all slammed the door in his face. He shook his head and lay back down. He fell asleep quickly, but he still dreamt about that look of terror.
* * *
Spark rounded the corner into a bedroom. There he was, lying in a bed, fast asleep and shirtless. He was on his side, facing her. She just stood there for a moment, looking at him. He was very muscular, and he had a six-pack. His hair was bleached light blonde, but she could see dark brown roots were showing. He had nice and tan skin and was very cute. On a scale of 1 - 10, he was an 8.
Logan came up behind her and whispered in her ear, "Well, go on. Wake him up." Spark turned and almost glared at him, but thought better of it. She walked over to and lightly tapped his shoulder. He didn't budge. She shook him. No response. She grabbed his shoulder with both hands and shook. He woke up, just opening his eyes. As soon as he saw her, his eyes went wide and he sat straight up. "Who are you? What do you want?" he said angrily.
"I'm Spark. Are you Jake?" she answered him. "Yeah, my name's Jake. But what does it mean to you?" he growled at her, unaware of Logan, standing in the doorway. "I'm like you. A mutant. We," she said, nodding at Logan, "are here to talk to you." Jake glanced up at Logan, then back at her. "What do you want to talk about?"
Logan said from the doorway, "We have a school. It's for people like us. Mutants." Jake looked somewhat confused. "You mean there's a whole school for mutants?" "Yep," Spark smiled at him. "You're kinda like Superman, but you can't fly, right?" He nodded and smiled at her. Spark turned to Logan. "Can you go get the others?" she asked. "There's no need," said Cyclops from behind Logan. "We're already here." Logan turned around and cursed. "What?" Cyclops asked. "Unhappy to see your old friend?" Logan stood very stiff. "It's not that, I can't move."
Everyone but Spark and Jake looked scared. "What is it, Logan? What's wrong?" Spark asked. "Magneto," said Storm. "A very, very powerful mutant." Spark still looked confused, so Storm added, "He controls metal."
"Oh," she said. Jake still didn't get it. Logan shot across the room, pinned to a wall. "Hello, X-men," came a cold voice from behind the group. "I see you found our friend. May I talk to him?" Jake jumped up from the bed. "Who are you? What'd you want with me?" he yelled.
"Just a little talk, that's all," replied Magneto. "A little talk?" Jake said skeptically. "Yes, of course," said Magneto. "I would take you in, help you hone your skills, make you even more powerful than you already are. All you have to do is come with me." He walked through the small throng of X-men to stand in front of Spark. "You're in my way, brat. Move," Magneto said to her, ever calm. "No," she said, just as cool. "You can't take him."
Magneto's fist collided with the side of Spark's head, sending her sprawling across the room. "No!" shouted Bobby and Rogue in unison. Bobby sent ray of ice at him, freezing his feet to the ground. Magneto turned to look at them then raised a fist. Bobby rose with it. His belt was metal. He mentally cursed himself for wearing it when he shot across the room to join Spark in a crumpled heap.
"Stop it!" shouted Rogue. "Leave us alone!" "Yeah," said yet another voice. "Leave them alone. They didn't do anything." Pyro stepped out of the shadows he'd been hiding in. "John, I told you to stay in the helicopter. What are you doing here?" Magneto asked angrily. "I don't want to be on your side anymore." Pyro looked at Storm and Cyclops. "Can I come back? Please. I don't want to fight with him." Storm nodded, looking at Magneto for any sudden movements. "Yes you can come back. We wouldn't refuse you."
Magneto was outraged. "How dare you, you insolent boy? I took you in and I sheltered you. How dare you?" Magneto raised a hand, perhaps to send him flying, too, but he didn't get a chance to, because Jake's heavily muscled fist met the side of his helmeted head. But because of his feet being frozen to the floor, he fell sideways, emitting a sickening crack as one of his legs broke. He screamed in rage as much as pain. Logan dropped to the floor, Magneto's grip lost. Jake looked at Cyclops. "Can I really come with you? To your school?" Cyclops nodded. He turned to Logan. "Can you walk?" Logan nodded, standing up.
Logan bent down to pick up Bobby. He slung him over his shoulder and turned around. "Let's go then. Chuck got what he wanted. Let's go give it to him." Jake picked up his bag and shouldered it. He picked up Spark with ease. "How did you guys get here?" he asked. "The jet," said Cyclops. "Follow me." He led the way back to the jet.
When they got outside, they saw Magneto's helicopter. A blue-scaled woman sat in the pilot's seat. When she saw them, her eyes went wide, but she remained still, until they were all loaded in the jet. As soon as the ramp closed, she darted out to go find Magneto.
Logan put Bobby down in a seat and strapped him in. Jake did the same for Spark, taking much more care. Pyro sat on Spark's opposite side, quietly. When Storm started the jet, Bobby woke up. He shook his head a few times, and asked, "What happened?" Rogue sat down by him and took his hand. "It's okay now. We got him to come with us," she comforted him. "Good," he said sleepily. He rested his head on her shoulder. "I'm going to bed now." He was soon asleep.
Spark woke up a while later. She sat up and blinked her eyes several times. She shook her head and looked around. "Did we win?" she asked Logan. He nodded at her. "Yeah, he's right there." He pointed at Jake. She looked at him and smiled. "Hiya." She looked at Pyro. "Who are you?" she asked, and then she looked at Logan. "He wasn't here before, was he? Or did that hit effect me more than I thought?" Logan laughed and shook his head. "He's Pyro. We picked him up, too. He's commin' home with us too."
Spark looked at him. "Hi Pyro, I'm Spark." She held out her hand, but instead she crashed out in his shoulder. John looked at her, sleeping like an angel. Her golden hair was splayed across her neck and his shoulder. She was beautiful, sleeping on his shoulder. He kept looking at her, even until the jet landed back at the mansion. Bobby was awake enough to walk, but Spark was still asleep. Jake was about to pick her up, but John insisted he do it. He followed Rogue up to their room and laid her down on her bed. He pulled the sheets around her and stood there for a second. "Is there something you need, John?" Rogue asked. "Naa," he said, before he turned around and left. "Just come get me when she wakes up, okay?" Rogue smiled. "I'll tell her you want to see her." He nodded and left, leaving Rogue sitting there, smiling.
