Chasing the Flame
Chapter 9: Happy Hendrix
AN: As much as I love you guys, I'm done with this story. Er... you're not. But I am, so expect a decent update system of every other day for a bit, because I'm not doing anything other than replying to comments and cheesy ANs... and I might give up on doing that. Now, of course, I have no excuse to not write that stupid paper for Ab. Psych. And to think one of these chaps is just as long as the paper, but takes one third of the time... Oh well. Enjoy! **************************
"MAAARRRAAA!!!" Pyro shouted as he walked down the hall, taking the time to open and look in rooms at random. The first one revealed Jamie cracking some sort of computer program with his laptop. "Ello mate! Ya seen Mara?"
"Wha-What? No! I'm not hacking aga- Ohhh, Amara! Nope, sorry." He grinned, waving as Pyro closed the door and continued with his search.
"Mara?! You in-" His question was interrupted by a scream. "Ya don' 'aveta stop on me behalf!" Jean's sweater hit him in the face, followed quickly by a bright red shot of power that made him jump. "Er… I'll just be goin' mates. Have fun!" The door slammed in his face.
Needless to say he was still laughing as he opened the next door. "'Lo mates! 'avin a bit o' a toaster, are ya?"
Ray and Bobby flushed, blinking as the joint they had shoved under them to hide started burning their pants. "I'll be wantin ta borrow tha sometime, mates, but 'ave ya seen Mara?" Ray finally let out a yell, jumping to his feet. Bobby quickly iced his pants, then turned to Pyro.
"Um… no… haven't seen her. Um, Pyro, about this little-"
"Saw nuthin, mate." He smirked, closing the door behind him and heading on. He could have warned them about the new-
"AHHH!!! IT'S RAINING!!"
Fire-proof system the Prof had had installed when he had moved in. He grinned sheepishly, moving on to the next door. "Mara? Ello, sheila! Ya seen Mara?"
"No. Ah haven't seen yer precious girlfriend, and Ah doubt she'd be hidin in MAH room." He brought his hands up, taking a step back from the gothic girl.
"Er, sorry bout tha, Sheila!" He blinked, noticing the card laid out on her desk. "So yer the sheila Rem's got 'is eye on!"
"Wh-WHAT?! What does that have-" The next thing he knew gloved hands were shoving him out. "Lis'sen here… mate. Ah don't have anythin ta do with tha… friend o'yers. And Ah would… Appreciate if'n ya didn't mention tha again. Specially HERE!" SLAM! The door closed in his face, leaving him with a wide grin.
"Sheila 'as it baad." He said, almost laughing as he opened the next door. "Mara? Mara!! Love! There ya are!" She screamed, throwing a fire ball at him, which he ducked, "Ya look a wee bit cold there, love. Ya want me shirt?"
"GET OUT!! GET OUTGETOUTGETOUT!!" She was standing there in her panties, clutching her sheets to her chest and shouting at him. He ignored her, pulling off his Hendrix shirt and tossing it to her. She glared at him, but pulled it on quickly.
"There! All bettah!" He said happily, not even caring that Logan was staring blankly from the hallway, his claws already bared. "Course, ya'll be wantin some pants, too. It's a bit o'a nipper ta'night."
"What do you WANT, John?" Amara demanded, digging out a pair of sweatpants and tugging them on quickly.
"J'st a bit o'talk, love. Did ya know Scott an' Jean were tha close?" He asked.
"Wh-What?"
"Wanna see? They're j'st-" He started laughing as he heard a curse from outside the door. "Nevah mind, love. So 'ow was yer day?"
"You almost got me thrown in jail, John."
"Yep… anythin else interestin happen?"
"You assaulted a football player and sent him to the hospital?"
"Got a lov'ly lighter fer tha one." He dropped down on the end of her bed, sitting indian style as she reluctantly climbed onto the other end, facing him.
"Yeah… but you can't keep doing stuff like that, John! It's not… It's not right."
"An' fer him ta call ya a freak is?"
"N-no… but I'm better than he is." She wasn't looking at him, merely staring down at her sheets as though she had started to doubt even that. "I'm a princess."
"O'course ya are, love! An' no wanker deserves ta speak ta a princess like tha!" He grinned at her, completely comfortable with the fact he was sitting shirtless on the end of her bed discussing the day. "Now love, I've been thinkin…"
"W-what?"
"Now, I know ya don' like me, an tha's fione, but… d'ya think ya could go walk'about with me tamorrow?"
"Walk… about?"
"J'st a little bit o' sight seein, an' wot not!" He looked up through his lashes at her, giving her a hopeful look.
"Just… sight seeing?"
"Yep! I get tha feelin I'll be stuck 'ere doin drills an' sentence structure while yer a' school. I'll be bored outta me mind by the time ya get back."
"Who says you're not out of your mind already?" She asked, fighting back a grin. He grinned at her, not commenting.
"'Ey, love… ya wanna play a game?"
"Wh-What?"
"I'll show you mine if you show me yers!"
"What?!" She backed up, looking slightly scandalized. "I thought I told you that I didn't like you-"
"So ya won't be showin me tha' fire form ya 'ave?" He cut in, looking like she had slapped him.
"Fire-Oh! That!" She laughed, flushing slightly. She was almost ashamed of the dirty thoughts that comment had provoked at first, but she covered it quickly. "Fine, but don't try to do… that thing, okay?"
"Wha' th'ng?" He asked, trying to look innocent.
"Don't try to manipulate me, okay? That would be really mean."
"I'll do me very best ta resist temptation." He said, looking oddly serious. She stood, feeling self-conscious.
"It's not that big of a deal, right? I mean, I do this every day during practice… and the professor said I should practice using this form… so here goes." She changed, chewing on her bottom lip as she did, as though focusing hard. He stared.
"Well love… I 'aveta say… tha's tha prettiest th'ng I seen in me life." He said reverently. He gulped, and would have tugged on his collar if he had still been wearing his shirt. Just then the door slammed open.
"What do you think you're doing Mr. Allerdyce?! This is a girls bedroom!" Storm said, making him jerk. "And as much as I agree with you on the loveliness of Amara's other form, I do not appreciate you barging into her room. Especially on a school night!"
Amara changed, looking strangely at Storm. "Yo-you think it's-it's lovely?"
"Why of course, child. Just as the storms are a thing of natural beauty so is the volcano, as is fire. And you, my dear, are both." She gave the younger female a slight hug, then turned to Pyro. "Mr. Allerdyce."
"J'st leavin! See? This is me leavin!" He stood, moving past them and waving happily. "Goin now! Ta me own… cold… lonely…" Amara rolled her eyes and shoved him down the hall.
"I'll give you your shirt back tomorrow." She said, ignoring his protests to being moved.
"Nah, keep it. Hendrix looks a wee bit 'appier now." He replied, almost laughing at her blank look. "Ya gonna show me again sometime, ain't ya?"
"Wh-What? I mean… if you want. But no more barging into my room at night, okay? You might make even more problems. Not all of the teachers are as laid-back as Miss Ororo."
"Awww…" She almost laughed as she shoved him into his room, having no idea what sort of havoc he had caused that night already. Nor did she know that Cyclops was even now planning out how to get revenge.
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Chapter 9: Happy Hendrix
AN: As much as I love you guys, I'm done with this story. Er... you're not. But I am, so expect a decent update system of every other day for a bit, because I'm not doing anything other than replying to comments and cheesy ANs... and I might give up on doing that. Now, of course, I have no excuse to not write that stupid paper for Ab. Psych. And to think one of these chaps is just as long as the paper, but takes one third of the time... Oh well. Enjoy! **************************
"MAAARRRAAA!!!" Pyro shouted as he walked down the hall, taking the time to open and look in rooms at random. The first one revealed Jamie cracking some sort of computer program with his laptop. "Ello mate! Ya seen Mara?"
"Wha-What? No! I'm not hacking aga- Ohhh, Amara! Nope, sorry." He grinned, waving as Pyro closed the door and continued with his search.
"Mara?! You in-" His question was interrupted by a scream. "Ya don' 'aveta stop on me behalf!" Jean's sweater hit him in the face, followed quickly by a bright red shot of power that made him jump. "Er… I'll just be goin' mates. Have fun!" The door slammed in his face.
Needless to say he was still laughing as he opened the next door. "'Lo mates! 'avin a bit o' a toaster, are ya?"
Ray and Bobby flushed, blinking as the joint they had shoved under them to hide started burning their pants. "I'll be wantin ta borrow tha sometime, mates, but 'ave ya seen Mara?" Ray finally let out a yell, jumping to his feet. Bobby quickly iced his pants, then turned to Pyro.
"Um… no… haven't seen her. Um, Pyro, about this little-"
"Saw nuthin, mate." He smirked, closing the door behind him and heading on. He could have warned them about the new-
"AHHH!!! IT'S RAINING!!"
Fire-proof system the Prof had had installed when he had moved in. He grinned sheepishly, moving on to the next door. "Mara? Ello, sheila! Ya seen Mara?"
"No. Ah haven't seen yer precious girlfriend, and Ah doubt she'd be hidin in MAH room." He brought his hands up, taking a step back from the gothic girl.
"Er, sorry bout tha, Sheila!" He blinked, noticing the card laid out on her desk. "So yer the sheila Rem's got 'is eye on!"
"Wh-WHAT?! What does that have-" The next thing he knew gloved hands were shoving him out. "Lis'sen here… mate. Ah don't have anythin ta do with tha… friend o'yers. And Ah would… Appreciate if'n ya didn't mention tha again. Specially HERE!" SLAM! The door closed in his face, leaving him with a wide grin.
"Sheila 'as it baad." He said, almost laughing as he opened the next door. "Mara? Mara!! Love! There ya are!" She screamed, throwing a fire ball at him, which he ducked, "Ya look a wee bit cold there, love. Ya want me shirt?"
"GET OUT!! GET OUTGETOUTGETOUT!!" She was standing there in her panties, clutching her sheets to her chest and shouting at him. He ignored her, pulling off his Hendrix shirt and tossing it to her. She glared at him, but pulled it on quickly.
"There! All bettah!" He said happily, not even caring that Logan was staring blankly from the hallway, his claws already bared. "Course, ya'll be wantin some pants, too. It's a bit o'a nipper ta'night."
"What do you WANT, John?" Amara demanded, digging out a pair of sweatpants and tugging them on quickly.
"J'st a bit o'talk, love. Did ya know Scott an' Jean were tha close?" He asked.
"Wh-What?"
"Wanna see? They're j'st-" He started laughing as he heard a curse from outside the door. "Nevah mind, love. So 'ow was yer day?"
"You almost got me thrown in jail, John."
"Yep… anythin else interestin happen?"
"You assaulted a football player and sent him to the hospital?"
"Got a lov'ly lighter fer tha one." He dropped down on the end of her bed, sitting indian style as she reluctantly climbed onto the other end, facing him.
"Yeah… but you can't keep doing stuff like that, John! It's not… It's not right."
"An' fer him ta call ya a freak is?"
"N-no… but I'm better than he is." She wasn't looking at him, merely staring down at her sheets as though she had started to doubt even that. "I'm a princess."
"O'course ya are, love! An' no wanker deserves ta speak ta a princess like tha!" He grinned at her, completely comfortable with the fact he was sitting shirtless on the end of her bed discussing the day. "Now love, I've been thinkin…"
"W-what?"
"Now, I know ya don' like me, an tha's fione, but… d'ya think ya could go walk'about with me tamorrow?"
"Walk… about?"
"J'st a little bit o' sight seein, an' wot not!" He looked up through his lashes at her, giving her a hopeful look.
"Just… sight seeing?"
"Yep! I get tha feelin I'll be stuck 'ere doin drills an' sentence structure while yer a' school. I'll be bored outta me mind by the time ya get back."
"Who says you're not out of your mind already?" She asked, fighting back a grin. He grinned at her, not commenting.
"'Ey, love… ya wanna play a game?"
"Wh-What?"
"I'll show you mine if you show me yers!"
"What?!" She backed up, looking slightly scandalized. "I thought I told you that I didn't like you-"
"So ya won't be showin me tha' fire form ya 'ave?" He cut in, looking like she had slapped him.
"Fire-Oh! That!" She laughed, flushing slightly. She was almost ashamed of the dirty thoughts that comment had provoked at first, but she covered it quickly. "Fine, but don't try to do… that thing, okay?"
"Wha' th'ng?" He asked, trying to look innocent.
"Don't try to manipulate me, okay? That would be really mean."
"I'll do me very best ta resist temptation." He said, looking oddly serious. She stood, feeling self-conscious.
"It's not that big of a deal, right? I mean, I do this every day during practice… and the professor said I should practice using this form… so here goes." She changed, chewing on her bottom lip as she did, as though focusing hard. He stared.
"Well love… I 'aveta say… tha's tha prettiest th'ng I seen in me life." He said reverently. He gulped, and would have tugged on his collar if he had still been wearing his shirt. Just then the door slammed open.
"What do you think you're doing Mr. Allerdyce?! This is a girls bedroom!" Storm said, making him jerk. "And as much as I agree with you on the loveliness of Amara's other form, I do not appreciate you barging into her room. Especially on a school night!"
Amara changed, looking strangely at Storm. "Yo-you think it's-it's lovely?"
"Why of course, child. Just as the storms are a thing of natural beauty so is the volcano, as is fire. And you, my dear, are both." She gave the younger female a slight hug, then turned to Pyro. "Mr. Allerdyce."
"J'st leavin! See? This is me leavin!" He stood, moving past them and waving happily. "Goin now! Ta me own… cold… lonely…" Amara rolled her eyes and shoved him down the hall.
"I'll give you your shirt back tomorrow." She said, ignoring his protests to being moved.
"Nah, keep it. Hendrix looks a wee bit 'appier now." He replied, almost laughing at her blank look. "Ya gonna show me again sometime, ain't ya?"
"Wh-What? I mean… if you want. But no more barging into my room at night, okay? You might make even more problems. Not all of the teachers are as laid-back as Miss Ororo."
"Awww…" She almost laughed as she shoved him into his room, having no idea what sort of havoc he had caused that night already. Nor did she know that Cyclops was even now planning out how to get revenge.
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