Author's Note- Ellie is a succubus. In case you didn't know this John
is a... I guess you'd call him a demon slayer.
Second Note- Okay, I love Lance, I really do, but a jerky Lance was
just begging to be written. Besides, he's just being protective, he's
not trying to be a complete jerk.
~*~
The Phone Call
~*~
I look in the mirror and all I see
Is a young old man with only a dream
Am I just fooling myself
That she'll stop the pain
Living without her
I'd go insane
-Patrick Swayze
~*~
"Today's the day," John announced.
Pete glared at him over a cup of coffee. "What day?"
"You do remember why I asked you t' come, right?"
"Yeah."
"We're doing the raid tonight."
"Fine."
"So, `ow'd it go?"
"Thanks fer stayin' `ome," Pete said.
"I didn't do it fer you, mate," John said. "But yer welcome anyhow."
"So what're we stealin'?" Pete asked.
"I don't like t' think o' it as stealin'," John protested. "Those bastards don't deserve it anyhow."
"Ya didn't answer me question."
"Jest a few artifacts from a cult."
"So the usual?"
"Yep."
"Ya didn't answer me question either, Pete," John pointed out. "`Ow'd it go last night?"
"Fine," Pete shrugged.
John narrowed his eyes at that brief answer. "You're volatin' the basic rules of friendship `ere."
"Bite me," Pete muttered.
"No thanks."
"`Onestly, I think I should back off."
"Why?"
"She's too good fer me."
"Wisdom, I swear, you screw this up because of yer idiotic low opinion of yerself I will kick yer ass."
Pete simply laughed at that "Right"
John was silent for a second knowing that he couldn't beat Pete in a real fight. He smirked realizing what he *could* do. "Or let Ellie play with you for a couple years."
"John, you know me better than anyone I'm not that selfless. I just want t' make sure she knows what she's getting int'. I still `ave the bastard from Black Air gunnin' fer me."
"Yeah," John acknowledged. But she's not exactly `elpless."
"So, these blokes in the cult. Should we expect a fight?"
"Nah," John shrugged. "They're a bunch of high school goths who don' know what their doin'."
"Good," Pete said. "What time're we goin'?"
"Nine," John told him. Pete sighed and pulled out his cell phone to call Kitty. Lance answered on the second ring.
"Hello?" he asked.
"Yeah, is Kitty there?" Pete inquired.
There was a pause. "And who is this?"
"Pete Wisdom."
"Kitty's out with Rogue," Lance told him. He paused for a second again. "I wanted to talk to you anyhow."
"Yes?"
"Kitty has been through a lot. I asked the guys about you. Apparently you're about ten years older than her."
"About."
Lance frowned at that. "After everything, she doesn't need to have some older guy toy with her and leave her. I know your type. You aren't really interested in her. You don't deserve her."
Pete had been fighting off his annoyance since Lance had started talking but that last remark was too much for the Londoner to take. "This is Lance, right?" he asked coldly.
"Yes," the younger boy said surprised.
"Let me start off by sayin' that you're four years older than her t' begin with. Secondly, you have no bloody right t' tell me who I am or am not interested in. You let her go, mate. She loved you, bloody idiot, and you let her go. So shut the bloody `ell up!" He saw John raise his eyebrows at his yell.
"You son of bitch-"
"If anyone doesn't deserve her it's you."
"Kitty's not with me," Lance snapped.
"And it's just eatin' you up isn't it?" Pete asked.
"Look," Lance said taking a deep breath to stop the trembles that had begun going through the ground, "I don't want to fight with you."
"You started it," Pete pointed out.
"Just let me just say this. Hurt her and there is no place on Earth that you can hide."
"Scary," Pete said and hung up.
"What was that about?" John asked.
"Ex-boyfriend," Pete said.
Back at the mansion
Kitty came into the mansion with Rogue just in time to see Lance hang up the phone. "Who was it?" she asked.
"No one," he shrugged.
"You're home early."
"The mission went quicker than we thought."
"Ah'm gonna go fahnd Remy," Rogue said feeling a little reluctant to leave the two alone together. She walked away.
"Kitty," Lance said softly.
"Yeah?" she asked walking into the living room and forcing him to follow.
"Are you sure about him?"
"What do you mean?"
"The English guy."
"Pete?"
"Yeah."
"Of course I am," Kitty said and smiled remembering Pete's kiss last night. Lance had kissed her a few times but he hadn't been able to arouse quite so much in her with a simple kiss.
"He's a lot older than you."
"Like, duh!"
"I just want to make sure that you know what you're doing."
"Lance, it's really sweet that you're concerned and everything but you totally don't have to worry about me. I can take care of myself."
"I know that, Kitty. I'm just worried about what this guy is after."
"You don't have to. Look, I know what I'm doing."
"Okay," Lance relented. "Just be careful."
"I will," Kitty said forcing a smile. She walked to the courtyard surprised to find Fred, Pietro, Piotr, and John there playing football. The guys saw her and paused.
"Want to play?" Pietro asked.
"That's okay," she said wincing as she saw Fred tackle John. "I'll just watch."
"Damn," Pietro said snapping his fingers in exaggerated disappointment. "I was hoping I might get to tackle you."
She rolled her eyes smiling. "Dream on, Maximoff." She settled down on the grass content to just watch as the guys attempted to kill each other over a ball.
is a... I guess you'd call him a demon slayer.
Second Note- Okay, I love Lance, I really do, but a jerky Lance was
just begging to be written. Besides, he's just being protective, he's
not trying to be a complete jerk.
~*~
The Phone Call
~*~
I look in the mirror and all I see
Is a young old man with only a dream
Am I just fooling myself
That she'll stop the pain
Living without her
I'd go insane
-Patrick Swayze
~*~
"Today's the day," John announced.
Pete glared at him over a cup of coffee. "What day?"
"You do remember why I asked you t' come, right?"
"Yeah."
"We're doing the raid tonight."
"Fine."
"So, `ow'd it go?"
"Thanks fer stayin' `ome," Pete said.
"I didn't do it fer you, mate," John said. "But yer welcome anyhow."
"So what're we stealin'?" Pete asked.
"I don't like t' think o' it as stealin'," John protested. "Those bastards don't deserve it anyhow."
"Ya didn't answer me question."
"Jest a few artifacts from a cult."
"So the usual?"
"Yep."
"Ya didn't answer me question either, Pete," John pointed out. "`Ow'd it go last night?"
"Fine," Pete shrugged.
John narrowed his eyes at that brief answer. "You're volatin' the basic rules of friendship `ere."
"Bite me," Pete muttered.
"No thanks."
"`Onestly, I think I should back off."
"Why?"
"She's too good fer me."
"Wisdom, I swear, you screw this up because of yer idiotic low opinion of yerself I will kick yer ass."
Pete simply laughed at that "Right"
John was silent for a second knowing that he couldn't beat Pete in a real fight. He smirked realizing what he *could* do. "Or let Ellie play with you for a couple years."
"John, you know me better than anyone I'm not that selfless. I just want t' make sure she knows what she's getting int'. I still `ave the bastard from Black Air gunnin' fer me."
"Yeah," John acknowledged. But she's not exactly `elpless."
"So, these blokes in the cult. Should we expect a fight?"
"Nah," John shrugged. "They're a bunch of high school goths who don' know what their doin'."
"Good," Pete said. "What time're we goin'?"
"Nine," John told him. Pete sighed and pulled out his cell phone to call Kitty. Lance answered on the second ring.
"Hello?" he asked.
"Yeah, is Kitty there?" Pete inquired.
There was a pause. "And who is this?"
"Pete Wisdom."
"Kitty's out with Rogue," Lance told him. He paused for a second again. "I wanted to talk to you anyhow."
"Yes?"
"Kitty has been through a lot. I asked the guys about you. Apparently you're about ten years older than her."
"About."
Lance frowned at that. "After everything, she doesn't need to have some older guy toy with her and leave her. I know your type. You aren't really interested in her. You don't deserve her."
Pete had been fighting off his annoyance since Lance had started talking but that last remark was too much for the Londoner to take. "This is Lance, right?" he asked coldly.
"Yes," the younger boy said surprised.
"Let me start off by sayin' that you're four years older than her t' begin with. Secondly, you have no bloody right t' tell me who I am or am not interested in. You let her go, mate. She loved you, bloody idiot, and you let her go. So shut the bloody `ell up!" He saw John raise his eyebrows at his yell.
"You son of bitch-"
"If anyone doesn't deserve her it's you."
"Kitty's not with me," Lance snapped.
"And it's just eatin' you up isn't it?" Pete asked.
"Look," Lance said taking a deep breath to stop the trembles that had begun going through the ground, "I don't want to fight with you."
"You started it," Pete pointed out.
"Just let me just say this. Hurt her and there is no place on Earth that you can hide."
"Scary," Pete said and hung up.
"What was that about?" John asked.
"Ex-boyfriend," Pete said.
Back at the mansion
Kitty came into the mansion with Rogue just in time to see Lance hang up the phone. "Who was it?" she asked.
"No one," he shrugged.
"You're home early."
"The mission went quicker than we thought."
"Ah'm gonna go fahnd Remy," Rogue said feeling a little reluctant to leave the two alone together. She walked away.
"Kitty," Lance said softly.
"Yeah?" she asked walking into the living room and forcing him to follow.
"Are you sure about him?"
"What do you mean?"
"The English guy."
"Pete?"
"Yeah."
"Of course I am," Kitty said and smiled remembering Pete's kiss last night. Lance had kissed her a few times but he hadn't been able to arouse quite so much in her with a simple kiss.
"He's a lot older than you."
"Like, duh!"
"I just want to make sure that you know what you're doing."
"Lance, it's really sweet that you're concerned and everything but you totally don't have to worry about me. I can take care of myself."
"I know that, Kitty. I'm just worried about what this guy is after."
"You don't have to. Look, I know what I'm doing."
"Okay," Lance relented. "Just be careful."
"I will," Kitty said forcing a smile. She walked to the courtyard surprised to find Fred, Pietro, Piotr, and John there playing football. The guys saw her and paused.
"Want to play?" Pietro asked.
"That's okay," she said wincing as she saw Fred tackle John. "I'll just watch."
"Damn," Pietro said snapping his fingers in exaggerated disappointment. "I was hoping I might get to tackle you."
She rolled her eyes smiling. "Dream on, Maximoff." She settled down on the grass content to just watch as the guys attempted to kill each other over a ball.