The Dragon Tamer
(*Rating may change in later chapters* PG-13 for swearing and suggestive actions and words. P/OC (a little R/B) Comes into play after X:2. What are these dreams John's been having? And who is this new girl at the old mansion? (( ' Indicates thoughts)).
Disclaimer: I do NOT own the original X-Men or the topic.
Chapter 18: Enemy of the Clan
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Magneto paced back and forth, a small goblet of wine in his hand. He hadn't slept much since Mystique went off to 'get' John back. Of course, he felt somewhat bad about doing it this way, but he knew that as long as Pyro and Basilisk were together, there was no way he would come back. He hadn't actually planned on doing anything like this. Then again, they hadn't planned on Leon stopping them either. Everything was going so well until that dumbass decided to grow a heart. He was mumbling something about a 'stupid bird' when the woman walked in. A huge smile planted on her face.
He smirked back, "So, how did it go?" She formed her mouth into a cocky smirk, "Everything went according to plan. I changed into her, found him, then as soon as I heard her coming, I changed into Emerald Aura. The bitch walked in, saw us in bed together, and ran out screaming. Thus awaking prince charming, he saw me, I changed back, and he ran after her. Yes, everything is perfect. And if the two don't come to the right decision on their own, we can always... 'help' them out a little. Like we did this time." Magneto chuckled and swished the remaining drops of alcohol around in the iron goblet and drank it.
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Pyro sat on the bench he and Amanda had shared their first kiss on. He didn't feel too good. It wouldn't be fair to call it pain that he was going through, because physically he knew there was nothing wrong with him. It was just like extreme depression. There were no tears, no sobs, not even a glimmer of liquid in his eyes. Just emptiness. Almost like a part of him had been taken away, and there was no hope in getting it back. It had been twenty minutes since his girlfriend. That is, ex-girlfriend had run inside. 'Damn, it's going to be hard to start calling her my ex-girlfriend.' But he was sure she had already told ALL the others about his sleeping with 'Sarah'. Where was the real Sarah anyway?
Quicker than lightening an idea struck him. It was a long shot, but, if he could find Sarah and find out where she was at the time. And if there were witnesses that could tell Amanda he wasn't lying, that she really had been with them, or somewhere in particular at the time, then maybe she would come back to him. John got up and started to run to the door, but once he had his hand on the handle he changed his mind, they might all still be in there. It probably wouldn't look to good if he went in there and said he wanted to find Sarah. 'No, I should go around the side.' He let go of the door and jogged around the side of the building.
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Amanda sat in the middle of the couch, surrounded by all her friends. She had long since stopped crying, there just wasn't any fluid left to squeeze out. 'God, look at me. Crying over yet another jerk.' She looked over at Marie and Bobby, then at Jubilee and Jake, and finally at Kitty and Allen. 'Is it just me? Am I the problem? Am I the reason guys turn out this way?' They all looked so happy, even if they were sad for her. They wouldn't even kiss each other in her presence, thinking it might trigger something to cause more tears. She heaved a loud sigh and stood up. "Guys, I'm gonna retire. If his royal-ass returns, let him sleep somewhere else. Ok?" They all nodded and she hurt a few mutters of 'Sure' and 'Of course'. Sucking in a deep breath for the long night ahead, she turned and headed towards the stairs.
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John had searched all over the mansion where he thought Sarah could be. 'Where is that bitch?' There was one more place he would check before giving up. As he turned the corner to the kitchen he was almost surprised to see her in there. She was drinking a Dr. Pepper and reading something called, 'The Once and Future King' Barely giving her enough time to acknowledge his presence he began, "Sarah, I need your help!" She looked up, startled, but her look of sympathy was quickly replaced by disgust when she saw who it was. "What, your little girlfriend not putting out or something?" He groaned inwardly at the irony in the situation, but looked past it. "Not quite, but somewhere in the field. You're probably not going to believe this, but I've got to give it a shot."
She tilted her head and appeared interested. So he continued, "Mystique came to the school disguised as Amanda and convinced me to hop into the sack with her. I thought it really was Amanda so I was all for it. I fell asleep a few hours later, and I thought she had too, but I was wrong. I guess that sometime in between when I fell asleep and when the real Amanda walked into the room Mystique turned herself into you. So when Amanda came in, she saw me in bed with you, not exactly dressed either." He stopped to look up and saw she had a completely and totally unbelieving expression on her face.
He banged his head on the table and finished, "Look, where were you earlier?" Sarah looked him right in the face, "I'm not telling. If your girlfriend doesn't want to be with you anymore, that's your problem. But you don't need to go making up lame-ass excuses to... wait a second. What was that excuse for anyway? What, did you think that I would still want you after all the shit you put me through? Leading me on and all that.." John stood up angrily, "How in the hell can you turn all that I just said into a fucked up form of, 'Will you go out with me?' It was nothing like that, you're just the only person that can help me get her back..."
He turned around and began stomping out of the room when she next spoke up, "Hey John." It was said almost softly, so he turned around. 'Maybe she changed her mind.' Suddenly an even more disgusted look crossed over her face. This time it was mixed in with anger and jealousy, "Fuck you." She huffed and brushed passed him in an indignant mannerism. He groaned out loud and leaned against the doorframe, head in his hands. This was hopeless. Sarah would never help him, and in some freakish way he didn't want her help, at least he didn't want to need her help anyway. But the sad truth was that if she didn't help him, there was next to no chance that he would win Amanda back. He knew his friends wouldn't help, if Amanda had her way, he was now an enemy of the clan.
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