Chasing the Flame
Chapter 11: Lunatic Love
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*Some two fire trucks and three hours of house arrest later*
"Ya can git off, blue boy." Pyro muttered, tugging at the ropes that kept his hands tied behind his back. He was lying on his stomach in the middle of the rec room, hog tied and being sat on by Kurt to keep him from trying to scoot over to the nearest fire source he could find.
"But Oprah just started!" Kurt complained, looking oddly comfortable. He bamf'ed away for a mere second, then was back, a bowl of popcorn in his hands. Pyro sighed.
"Wall, ya could a'least gimme some o'tha goods, mate! I'm starvin!"
"Now, vat vould I vant to do vat for?" Kurt asked, munching happily at his popcorn.
"Look, if this is bout tha TV…"
"Vat TV, Pyro? Ze one you BURNT?!"
"Oh… er… rioght." Pyro gave a slight chuckle, then went silent again, oddly fascinated by the show that Kurt was watching. "What would ya want to be takin 'im back, fer, lady?!" He called out to the television, quickly getting into the love triangle that was taking place on the show.
Amara came down, blinking slightly as she saw the two males. "Um…"
"Yer a liar Jean-Laude!! She deserves bettah!" Pyro was shouting, Kurt quickly adding his agreement. Amara coughed, making the two look up, guiltily. "Ello Love! Come ta set me free?"
"I don't know. You look like you're enjoying yourself."
"I am NOT! I was j'st…"
"Disagreeing vith Bobbilee aboutz Jean-Laude and ze affair he hadz." Kurt added helpfully, earning a dirty look from Pyro, which was even more impressive because he had to twist around to look at him first.
"I was going to tell you that the Professor said your house arrest time was up, but you seem to be-" Amara blinked as Kurt went flying off of Pyro's back.
"Ouch! You could have warnedz me!" Kurt muttered, rubbing the place he had fallen on. He rolled his eyes, reluctantly untying the other man, who jumped to his feet and draped an arm over Amara's shoulder.
"Walk-about time, love!" He said, dragging her out the door and down the steps. The sun was starting to set by then, He literally dragged her down to the parking spot and dropped her onto his bike.
"Um… How is this a walk about if we're not walking?" She asked as he strapped her helmet on her with a grin.
"Lost time, love! Guess it'll 'aveta be a ride-about." He told her happily, jumping on and taking off as she grabbed tightly to his waist. He slipped the key in, frowning as the engine gave an almost silent "Click." He tried again. "Click." He frowned, getting off and leaning down to look at the engine.
"Having problems, Allerdyce?" The sound of Scott stepping out of the shadows made them both look up.
"Ya… You killed me bike?!" Pyro asked, looking confused. "Wha fer?"
"Just like you killed my chances with Jean you psychotic jerk!" Scott replied. Pyro growled, pulling his lighter out. Soon they were waging war as Amara calmly got off the bike and looked down at the contraption. It wasn't something she was adept at, but even she could see where one of the wires had been cut. She sighed, heating up a small bit of magma in her hand and wielding it together. Chewing on her lip she reached down and turned the key, greeted by the loud rumbling purr that the bike always made. Pyro jerked, turning around with a large smile, only to be shot in the back and go flying.
He slammed into the X van, then slid to the ground, looking much worse for wear. Scott gulped, looking slightly guilty. "Um… He started it." He said, then scowled. "But he shouldn't have been-" He stopped as he realized Amara wasn't paying any attention.
"John? John, c'mon! You can't die now!"
The room was going black. He gave a slight smile. "Rioght'o, love. Anyth'ng fer… you." He muttered before sighing happily and slumping over in a faint.
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"But he's been out for half an hour, Mr. McCoy! Are you sure he's not-" Amara stopped at the sound of a groan from the cot next to them. She walked over, looking down, worriedly. "John? John, are you alright?"
"If I say no, would ya kiss it bettah?" He asked hopefully. Amara rolled her eyes, taking a step back and looking over at Beast.
"I think he's better." She said dryly as Pyro sat up, muttering as he stretched to see his back.
"Ouch… that 'ad ta hurt…" He said. "Er… wait a tick… it DOES 'urt!" He jumped up, wrapping his arms around Amara with a pitiful sniffle. "'Old me?"
"Get off, you jerk! You shouldn't even be standing. Right, Mr. McCoy?"
"His vital signs seem to be stable, and other than a slight tenderness I highly doubt he's been hurt too much. It's a lucky thing you didn't take that blast full on, young man." Beast said, looking over his statistics. He looked over his glasses at Pyro, smiling slightly. "You'll be fine for tomorrow's session with Logan. Now why don't you go up and get some rest? I'm sure you're going to need it."
"B-But-" Pyro stuttered, forcing Amara to roll her eyes and drag him out of the med bay. "I'm a battered man! Can't I a'least get outta tha trainin session?" He whined, pouting as Beast was no longer in view. Amara shoved him into his room, blinking at the sight of the mess he had already created.
"Is that… asbestos?" She asked blankly. "Isn't that stuff dangerous?"
"Oh! Rioght! I guess I should put it away…" He frowned, looking around and shoving it under his bed. She stared at him, crossing her arms and tapping her foot. "… Wot?! A mate's got ta try, ya know!"
"You're hopeless."
"I think I came close ta gettin it lit this mornin… J'st need a bit more juice an-"
"I really don't need to know. Now go to bed, John. For the rest of the Institute's sake." She paused for a second, sighing at his abandoned look, then reluctantly giving him a friendly hug. "This doesn't mean anything."
"O'course not, love." He replied, a grin pulling at his lips. "So… Wot should we name tha first one, love?"
"F-First?" She blinked, turning bright red as she figured what he was talking about, and shoved him away. He landed on the bed, bouncing slightly as she glared down at him. Her mouth opened, as though to say something, then closed again as she gave him a dirty look and stormed out of the room.
"She loves me." He commented happily, dropping back on the bed, only to give a yelp of pain as the wound on his back protested.
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Chapter 11: Lunatic Love
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*Some two fire trucks and three hours of house arrest later*
"Ya can git off, blue boy." Pyro muttered, tugging at the ropes that kept his hands tied behind his back. He was lying on his stomach in the middle of the rec room, hog tied and being sat on by Kurt to keep him from trying to scoot over to the nearest fire source he could find.
"But Oprah just started!" Kurt complained, looking oddly comfortable. He bamf'ed away for a mere second, then was back, a bowl of popcorn in his hands. Pyro sighed.
"Wall, ya could a'least gimme some o'tha goods, mate! I'm starvin!"
"Now, vat vould I vant to do vat for?" Kurt asked, munching happily at his popcorn.
"Look, if this is bout tha TV…"
"Vat TV, Pyro? Ze one you BURNT?!"
"Oh… er… rioght." Pyro gave a slight chuckle, then went silent again, oddly fascinated by the show that Kurt was watching. "What would ya want to be takin 'im back, fer, lady?!" He called out to the television, quickly getting into the love triangle that was taking place on the show.
Amara came down, blinking slightly as she saw the two males. "Um…"
"Yer a liar Jean-Laude!! She deserves bettah!" Pyro was shouting, Kurt quickly adding his agreement. Amara coughed, making the two look up, guiltily. "Ello Love! Come ta set me free?"
"I don't know. You look like you're enjoying yourself."
"I am NOT! I was j'st…"
"Disagreeing vith Bobbilee aboutz Jean-Laude and ze affair he hadz." Kurt added helpfully, earning a dirty look from Pyro, which was even more impressive because he had to twist around to look at him first.
"I was going to tell you that the Professor said your house arrest time was up, but you seem to be-" Amara blinked as Kurt went flying off of Pyro's back.
"Ouch! You could have warnedz me!" Kurt muttered, rubbing the place he had fallen on. He rolled his eyes, reluctantly untying the other man, who jumped to his feet and draped an arm over Amara's shoulder.
"Walk-about time, love!" He said, dragging her out the door and down the steps. The sun was starting to set by then, He literally dragged her down to the parking spot and dropped her onto his bike.
"Um… How is this a walk about if we're not walking?" She asked as he strapped her helmet on her with a grin.
"Lost time, love! Guess it'll 'aveta be a ride-about." He told her happily, jumping on and taking off as she grabbed tightly to his waist. He slipped the key in, frowning as the engine gave an almost silent "Click." He tried again. "Click." He frowned, getting off and leaning down to look at the engine.
"Having problems, Allerdyce?" The sound of Scott stepping out of the shadows made them both look up.
"Ya… You killed me bike?!" Pyro asked, looking confused. "Wha fer?"
"Just like you killed my chances with Jean you psychotic jerk!" Scott replied. Pyro growled, pulling his lighter out. Soon they were waging war as Amara calmly got off the bike and looked down at the contraption. It wasn't something she was adept at, but even she could see where one of the wires had been cut. She sighed, heating up a small bit of magma in her hand and wielding it together. Chewing on her lip she reached down and turned the key, greeted by the loud rumbling purr that the bike always made. Pyro jerked, turning around with a large smile, only to be shot in the back and go flying.
He slammed into the X van, then slid to the ground, looking much worse for wear. Scott gulped, looking slightly guilty. "Um… He started it." He said, then scowled. "But he shouldn't have been-" He stopped as he realized Amara wasn't paying any attention.
"John? John, c'mon! You can't die now!"
The room was going black. He gave a slight smile. "Rioght'o, love. Anyth'ng fer… you." He muttered before sighing happily and slumping over in a faint.
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"But he's been out for half an hour, Mr. McCoy! Are you sure he's not-" Amara stopped at the sound of a groan from the cot next to them. She walked over, looking down, worriedly. "John? John, are you alright?"
"If I say no, would ya kiss it bettah?" He asked hopefully. Amara rolled her eyes, taking a step back and looking over at Beast.
"I think he's better." She said dryly as Pyro sat up, muttering as he stretched to see his back.
"Ouch… that 'ad ta hurt…" He said. "Er… wait a tick… it DOES 'urt!" He jumped up, wrapping his arms around Amara with a pitiful sniffle. "'Old me?"
"Get off, you jerk! You shouldn't even be standing. Right, Mr. McCoy?"
"His vital signs seem to be stable, and other than a slight tenderness I highly doubt he's been hurt too much. It's a lucky thing you didn't take that blast full on, young man." Beast said, looking over his statistics. He looked over his glasses at Pyro, smiling slightly. "You'll be fine for tomorrow's session with Logan. Now why don't you go up and get some rest? I'm sure you're going to need it."
"B-But-" Pyro stuttered, forcing Amara to roll her eyes and drag him out of the med bay. "I'm a battered man! Can't I a'least get outta tha trainin session?" He whined, pouting as Beast was no longer in view. Amara shoved him into his room, blinking at the sight of the mess he had already created.
"Is that… asbestos?" She asked blankly. "Isn't that stuff dangerous?"
"Oh! Rioght! I guess I should put it away…" He frowned, looking around and shoving it under his bed. She stared at him, crossing her arms and tapping her foot. "… Wot?! A mate's got ta try, ya know!"
"You're hopeless."
"I think I came close ta gettin it lit this mornin… J'st need a bit more juice an-"
"I really don't need to know. Now go to bed, John. For the rest of the Institute's sake." She paused for a second, sighing at his abandoned look, then reluctantly giving him a friendly hug. "This doesn't mean anything."
"O'course not, love." He replied, a grin pulling at his lips. "So… Wot should we name tha first one, love?"
"F-First?" She blinked, turning bright red as she figured what he was talking about, and shoved him away. He landed on the bed, bouncing slightly as she glared down at him. Her mouth opened, as though to say something, then closed again as she gave him a dirty look and stormed out of the room.
"She loves me." He commented happily, dropping back on the bed, only to give a yelp of pain as the wound on his back protested.
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