Chasing The Flame
Chap 6: Touched Teammate
AN: Hmm... *Scratches head* I probly should have updated this before I went to the lake. Sorry bout that, last minute thing. Now, question and answer time.
Starfire: I'm glad you like the pairings^_^ But I don't have any plans for a kitty/?? pairing in this. Sorry... but there will be some ROMYness!! Good Romyness!! And a wee bit of Jott, but it's more of me torturing Scott than anything else.
Keebler: Er... Bringing back Magneto is a thought... and I still need to watch the copy I made of the latest Evo ep... did he come back yet? But as it stands I want to play with Pyro for a little longer. He's his own worst enemy more often than not^_^;;
Everyone else, especially those that have reviewed since the beginning or for a couple of chapters... *Glomps you all* Ice loves you!! You are the most awesome reviewers in the UNIVERSE!! Keep them coming! And welcome all newcomers, I hope you enjoy!
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That night there was a knock on the door of the Institute, causing no end of surprise, since getting to the front door in the first place was beyond most people's ability. Amara was in her room, finally attempting to do her homework when a knock sounded on her door, Kitty sticking her head in. "Um, Amara? You have a… visitor."
"Oh… Um… ok…" Amara shut her book, standing up and making her way after Kitty. "Wh-"
"Well, I'm thinkin o'goin straight."
"You mean you're-"
"You like GUYS? That's-"
"No! I meant…" Amara groaned at the sound of the very familiar voice. "Ya thought I was-BWAHAHAHAA!! Tho I m'st admit some of ya-" He stopped, grinning widely as he caught sight of Amara. "Love! There ya are!"
"What are you doing here, John?" Amara asked, almost flinching as he stood, running to her like a puppy wanting to be petted. "I thought I told you-"
"I'm goin straight!" He announced proudly, shoving his thumb at his chest with a goofy grin. "Gonna be a Xmen, I am!"
"You-you're-surely Professor X can't-"
"On the contrary, Amara. I think it's a wonderful idea." The entire room jerked, Pyro grinning widely as Charles made his way into the room. "Allow me to be the first one to congratulate you, Mr. Allerdyce."
"Why thank ya!"
"I hope you don't mind going through some of the basic training along with the new mutants. Though I'm sure we all realize how qualified you are already, but to grow more accustomed to the way we operate it might be a good idea. Amara, would you please escort Mr. Allerdyce to an unoccupied room?"
"B-But…" She stopped, sighing at the sight of Pyro's hopeful look. "This way." She said, rolling her eyes and dragging him away as the people who had been talking to him earlier started moving in. When she got to the room she jerked as his arms wrapped around her waist from behind. "Exactly WHAT do you think you're doing?"
"J'st…" He blinked, his eyes widening as a sharp object poked into his back.
"I think I'd like to hear that answer as well, lighter." Came Logan's husky growl.
"Wolvie!" Pyro said happily, turning to face the older male. "Ello mate! We're gonna be teammates!" He started to move in for a hug, only to stop as the claws that had been pointed at his back, now pointed at his heart. He grinned, holding his hands up for a second before taking a step back.
"From what Chuck says it's more like I'm going to be telling you what to do, kid. And I don't like to repeat myself." Wolverine replied. "Spitfire." He said, nodding in her direction. He said nothing about the fact that he had taught her to get out of that hold the first week she had gotten there.
"I think you can handle it from here, John. And try not to catch anything on fire." She said, earning a sheepish grin as he stopped eyeing the wooden floors with barely concealed calculation. Wolverine merely nodded as she walked past, leaning against the doorframe as though not considering leaving any time soon.
"You do anything stupid, kid, and I'll leave you in pieces scattered over miles." He scowled as Pyro wiped away an imaginary tear.
"Yer so kind ta a new comer, wolvie. It touches me, rioght 'ere." He said, patting his chest, then frowning. "Or was it 'ere? Or 'ere… no… think it was-" Wolverine rolled his eyes, turning and walking away before he had to pick between laughing and killing the little prick.
"Stay away from Spitfire, lighter boy. If I see you sneaking out at night, you know what'll happen."
"A'night? Wot would we be doin a'night, mate?" Pyro asked blankly. Wolverine would have been sweatdropping if it had been an anime, as it was he was rolling his eyes. "I know! Bon fires!"
"Whatever, kid."
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There was a group gathered around the restroom door the next day, predominately made of Jamie clones, but there were a few others listening intently. Amara growled, something telling her what the problem was before she even asked, but she couldn't help but hope. "What, might I ask, is the problem?" She demanded, grabbing two of the Jamies by the ears.
"He-He's-BWHAHAHAA! Singing."
"And how is that amusing? Everyone knows Scott sings in the shower on a regular basis."
"B-But Scott doesn't-" He stopped, laughing so hard that he was crying, unable to go on. The door swung open, revealing a foggy room and a towel clad Pyro.
"THE LOOOOVVE BOOOATT!!" He finished loudly, causing Jamie to crack up again. "Next show tomorroh mornin, same Pyro time, same Pyro place." He said, grinning at the giggling boys, only to blink as he caught sight of Amara staring wearily at his towel. "Love! Ya shoulda knocked! Ya coulda joined me!"
"I… would have been happy never having heard that…" She replied. "Um… is that a strawberry shortcake towel?"
"Ya lioke? It's me fav'rite!" He started pointing out the characters happily, not even phased as more of the new mutants came up, the guys snickering, the females asking questions. Amara sighed, rolling her eyes and shoving him back into the bathroom.
"Get dressed John. You have a training session, right?"
"Nope! I'm goin ta school!" He said, grabbing his shirt and getting dressed without bothering to close the door.
"Wh-What?"
Scott came down the hall then, scowling as he took in the situation. "Nothing to see here people! Don't you have school to get ready for?" He said, moving forward to shut the door in front of Amara.
Amara merely blinked, slowly making her way down the stairs, to where Logan was having a discussion with Beast.
"I do hope he can survive Principal Kelly." Beast was saying, looking worried as he ate.
"My wonder is if Kelly will survive the kid." Logan replied, grinning wickedly as he took a gulp of beer. "Hey Spitfire." He nodded as Amara walked in, almost laughing at her shocked expression. "Chuck wanted me to tell you to keep your 'Boyfriend' from burning down the high school."
"Now, Logan. We can't expect him to demolish the school on his first-" He stopped at all the stares this comment got him. "Oh, alright. Please, Amara, if you would be so kind."
Pyro came down then, grinning widely, a helmet tucked under his arm. "So… I've always wanted ta see if brick would burn well…" He commented happily. Amara stopped in front of him, her hand out.
"Lighter. Now."
"B-But-"
"John." He sighed, digging into his pocket and handing it over. "And the other one."
"How'd you-"
"Hand it over." He was flushed by this, looking like a little boy in trouble as the rest of the room started cracking up, even Logan and Hank cracking a grin. "Only if ya ride with me ta school, love."
Charles entered then. "Speaking of ride, John." He started out, earning a terrified look from Pyro. "The debt on your bike has been taken care of. Perhaps you might think twice before your next… acquirement."
"Yrah?! That's mioghty fine o'ya prof!" He replied, hugging Charles, completely oblivious to the surprised look on the bald man's face. Pyro turned, grabbing Amara's hand and dragging her out of the room. "Ya gotta see wot the hippy guy was able ta do, love! Me bike is ten times bettah now!"
"Might I ask when he had the time to meet with Forge?" Charles asked, looking worried. Logan sighed, kicking his feet up onto the table and ignoring Ororo's dirty look.
"I think I'm gonna need another beer."
The shouting from the front room caught them off guard. "HE CAUGHT THE TELEVISION ON FIRE!!"
"WHERE'S THE FIRE EXTINGUISHER?!"
With a silent groan the adults stood, ready to save the day… again.
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Chap 6: Touched Teammate
AN: Hmm... *Scratches head* I probly should have updated this before I went to the lake. Sorry bout that, last minute thing. Now, question and answer time.
Starfire: I'm glad you like the pairings^_^ But I don't have any plans for a kitty/?? pairing in this. Sorry... but there will be some ROMYness!! Good Romyness!! And a wee bit of Jott, but it's more of me torturing Scott than anything else.
Keebler: Er... Bringing back Magneto is a thought... and I still need to watch the copy I made of the latest Evo ep... did he come back yet? But as it stands I want to play with Pyro for a little longer. He's his own worst enemy more often than not^_^;;
Everyone else, especially those that have reviewed since the beginning or for a couple of chapters... *Glomps you all* Ice loves you!! You are the most awesome reviewers in the UNIVERSE!! Keep them coming! And welcome all newcomers, I hope you enjoy!
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That night there was a knock on the door of the Institute, causing no end of surprise, since getting to the front door in the first place was beyond most people's ability. Amara was in her room, finally attempting to do her homework when a knock sounded on her door, Kitty sticking her head in. "Um, Amara? You have a… visitor."
"Oh… Um… ok…" Amara shut her book, standing up and making her way after Kitty. "Wh-"
"Well, I'm thinkin o'goin straight."
"You mean you're-"
"You like GUYS? That's-"
"No! I meant…" Amara groaned at the sound of the very familiar voice. "Ya thought I was-BWAHAHAHAA!! Tho I m'st admit some of ya-" He stopped, grinning widely as he caught sight of Amara. "Love! There ya are!"
"What are you doing here, John?" Amara asked, almost flinching as he stood, running to her like a puppy wanting to be petted. "I thought I told you-"
"I'm goin straight!" He announced proudly, shoving his thumb at his chest with a goofy grin. "Gonna be a Xmen, I am!"
"You-you're-surely Professor X can't-"
"On the contrary, Amara. I think it's a wonderful idea." The entire room jerked, Pyro grinning widely as Charles made his way into the room. "Allow me to be the first one to congratulate you, Mr. Allerdyce."
"Why thank ya!"
"I hope you don't mind going through some of the basic training along with the new mutants. Though I'm sure we all realize how qualified you are already, but to grow more accustomed to the way we operate it might be a good idea. Amara, would you please escort Mr. Allerdyce to an unoccupied room?"
"B-But…" She stopped, sighing at the sight of Pyro's hopeful look. "This way." She said, rolling her eyes and dragging him away as the people who had been talking to him earlier started moving in. When she got to the room she jerked as his arms wrapped around her waist from behind. "Exactly WHAT do you think you're doing?"
"J'st…" He blinked, his eyes widening as a sharp object poked into his back.
"I think I'd like to hear that answer as well, lighter." Came Logan's husky growl.
"Wolvie!" Pyro said happily, turning to face the older male. "Ello mate! We're gonna be teammates!" He started to move in for a hug, only to stop as the claws that had been pointed at his back, now pointed at his heart. He grinned, holding his hands up for a second before taking a step back.
"From what Chuck says it's more like I'm going to be telling you what to do, kid. And I don't like to repeat myself." Wolverine replied. "Spitfire." He said, nodding in her direction. He said nothing about the fact that he had taught her to get out of that hold the first week she had gotten there.
"I think you can handle it from here, John. And try not to catch anything on fire." She said, earning a sheepish grin as he stopped eyeing the wooden floors with barely concealed calculation. Wolverine merely nodded as she walked past, leaning against the doorframe as though not considering leaving any time soon.
"You do anything stupid, kid, and I'll leave you in pieces scattered over miles." He scowled as Pyro wiped away an imaginary tear.
"Yer so kind ta a new comer, wolvie. It touches me, rioght 'ere." He said, patting his chest, then frowning. "Or was it 'ere? Or 'ere… no… think it was-" Wolverine rolled his eyes, turning and walking away before he had to pick between laughing and killing the little prick.
"Stay away from Spitfire, lighter boy. If I see you sneaking out at night, you know what'll happen."
"A'night? Wot would we be doin a'night, mate?" Pyro asked blankly. Wolverine would have been sweatdropping if it had been an anime, as it was he was rolling his eyes. "I know! Bon fires!"
"Whatever, kid."
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There was a group gathered around the restroom door the next day, predominately made of Jamie clones, but there were a few others listening intently. Amara growled, something telling her what the problem was before she even asked, but she couldn't help but hope. "What, might I ask, is the problem?" She demanded, grabbing two of the Jamies by the ears.
"He-He's-BWHAHAHAA! Singing."
"And how is that amusing? Everyone knows Scott sings in the shower on a regular basis."
"B-But Scott doesn't-" He stopped, laughing so hard that he was crying, unable to go on. The door swung open, revealing a foggy room and a towel clad Pyro.
"THE LOOOOVVE BOOOATT!!" He finished loudly, causing Jamie to crack up again. "Next show tomorroh mornin, same Pyro time, same Pyro place." He said, grinning at the giggling boys, only to blink as he caught sight of Amara staring wearily at his towel. "Love! Ya shoulda knocked! Ya coulda joined me!"
"I… would have been happy never having heard that…" She replied. "Um… is that a strawberry shortcake towel?"
"Ya lioke? It's me fav'rite!" He started pointing out the characters happily, not even phased as more of the new mutants came up, the guys snickering, the females asking questions. Amara sighed, rolling her eyes and shoving him back into the bathroom.
"Get dressed John. You have a training session, right?"
"Nope! I'm goin ta school!" He said, grabbing his shirt and getting dressed without bothering to close the door.
"Wh-What?"
Scott came down the hall then, scowling as he took in the situation. "Nothing to see here people! Don't you have school to get ready for?" He said, moving forward to shut the door in front of Amara.
Amara merely blinked, slowly making her way down the stairs, to where Logan was having a discussion with Beast.
"I do hope he can survive Principal Kelly." Beast was saying, looking worried as he ate.
"My wonder is if Kelly will survive the kid." Logan replied, grinning wickedly as he took a gulp of beer. "Hey Spitfire." He nodded as Amara walked in, almost laughing at her shocked expression. "Chuck wanted me to tell you to keep your 'Boyfriend' from burning down the high school."
"Now, Logan. We can't expect him to demolish the school on his first-" He stopped at all the stares this comment got him. "Oh, alright. Please, Amara, if you would be so kind."
Pyro came down then, grinning widely, a helmet tucked under his arm. "So… I've always wanted ta see if brick would burn well…" He commented happily. Amara stopped in front of him, her hand out.
"Lighter. Now."
"B-But-"
"John." He sighed, digging into his pocket and handing it over. "And the other one."
"How'd you-"
"Hand it over." He was flushed by this, looking like a little boy in trouble as the rest of the room started cracking up, even Logan and Hank cracking a grin. "Only if ya ride with me ta school, love."
Charles entered then. "Speaking of ride, John." He started out, earning a terrified look from Pyro. "The debt on your bike has been taken care of. Perhaps you might think twice before your next… acquirement."
"Yrah?! That's mioghty fine o'ya prof!" He replied, hugging Charles, completely oblivious to the surprised look on the bald man's face. Pyro turned, grabbing Amara's hand and dragging her out of the room. "Ya gotta see wot the hippy guy was able ta do, love! Me bike is ten times bettah now!"
"Might I ask when he had the time to meet with Forge?" Charles asked, looking worried. Logan sighed, kicking his feet up onto the table and ignoring Ororo's dirty look.
"I think I'm gonna need another beer."
The shouting from the front room caught them off guard. "HE CAUGHT THE TELEVISION ON FIRE!!"
"WHERE'S THE FIRE EXTINGUISHER?!"
With a silent groan the adults stood, ready to save the day… again.
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