Title: Daughter of A Wolf
Author: Daughter of Endymion
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I only created Calypso Oyama, everything else belongs to Marvel or who ever owns the X-men.
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Chapter 7: Midnight Meetings
It was 12:03 and pitch black outside Xavier's school, but inside Lash's new room Rogue was breathing lightly and was very much asleep, slightly turning on her bed. Lash, on the other hand, was very much awake and breathing almost nervously. This was all to new and strange for her to deal with. In her previous life with Stryker she could never imagined anything like this school or her father or a boy with the ability to control fire.
She heard a noise from outside her window and looked out and down. There he was, the fire boy. She slid open the window quietly. She climbed out and then shut it. Standing on the ledge she jumped down silently and tapped Pyro on the shoulder. He had had his back turned to her so it startled him and she quieted her self from giggling.
"I think you might enjoy scaring me." Pyro said.
"Where ever would you get that idea from?" She smiled. "Lead the way oh fiery-one." They walked about an acre and a half. Their path was illuminated by Pyro's fireball that was kept in his left hand.
"Do you think we'll get in trouble?"
"Only if someone wakes up and looks out the window at this exact spot at this exact time." Pyro answered in a light, sarcastic way.
"You seem pretty sure that we won't get caught. Have you done this before?"
"You mean have I ever taken a girl out here before?" He asked reading her mind.
"Yes."
"Well, no. But there was this one time when me and Bobby came out here with these frozen water balloons." He noticed her questioning look. "And you probably don't want to know what we did with them, but it involves some broken windows and Mr. Summers' room momentarily catching on fire, but it really wasn't our fault." She couldn't help but laugh. Charm really did come easily to him, didn't it?
"Is this a good spot?" He asked her a few minutes later when they were a safe distance away from the mansion.
"It's fine."
"Good," he said, not sure how to continue; he really hadn't taken a girl out here before. But if he had, it would probably have been to make out, not show off his powers to her. "Want to see something I've been working on?"
"Go ahead." She gave her consent and he dropped the fireball to the ground and waved his hand over it. It rose, slowly stretching its self out and spinning in a counter-clockwise direction. It was a tornado, a fire tornado. He smiled when her eyes and face showed her awe of it. He noticed she had really beautiful eyes. They were big and deep and reflected the fire.
"That's amazing." She couldn't tear her eyes away from the fire and he realized that he couldn't tear his eyes away from her.
They spent a half an hour just showing off. Calypso had shown some martial art moves and her claws, which had impressed John quite a bit and he showed her what Bobby had called his "flaming cop car" move. He had little respect for authority and she found herself liking that. She wondered why he listened to Professor Xavier then. They talked some, too, mostly about their pasts: her controlled life with Stryker and, Pyro's run away and run- ins with the law. They had more in common than they realized.
But it was getting late, almost two. Lash really couldn't believe that almost two hours had passed since the start of the evening with Pyro. Now they really should be going back to their rooms. They walked back reluctantly in silence. They stopped walking right under her window where they had first met that night. For some reason the good bye was more awkward than anything that had previously happened between them.
"I should really get back up there before Rogue wakes up and notices I'm gone."
"Yeah, you should. Rogue has a tendency to over react when she thinks people are missing." Pyro was looking down, avoiding her face, her eyes. Why was this so hard?
"I," she breathed in deeply. "I had fun tonight, John." John? When had she ever called him John?
"I had fun tonight too, Calypso." She exhaled and they finally both looked up, only to quickly look away again.
"Well, I should go."
"Right," He looked down at her and realized why this was so uncomfortable. He wanted to kiss her. In some twisted world, this was a date and at the end of a date you could kiss someone goodbye. Right? So he decided he would, and he leaned down and was about to kiss her when they heard a noticeably loud clearing of a throat behind them.
"Logan." That was Lash noticing her father standing about 7 feet behind Pyro. Why hadn't she picked up on him?
"You two are up late."
Author: Daughter of Endymion
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I only created Calypso Oyama, everything else belongs to Marvel or who ever owns the X-men.
Feed Back: Yes'm.
Chapter 7: Midnight Meetings
It was 12:03 and pitch black outside Xavier's school, but inside Lash's new room Rogue was breathing lightly and was very much asleep, slightly turning on her bed. Lash, on the other hand, was very much awake and breathing almost nervously. This was all to new and strange for her to deal with. In her previous life with Stryker she could never imagined anything like this school or her father or a boy with the ability to control fire.
She heard a noise from outside her window and looked out and down. There he was, the fire boy. She slid open the window quietly. She climbed out and then shut it. Standing on the ledge she jumped down silently and tapped Pyro on the shoulder. He had had his back turned to her so it startled him and she quieted her self from giggling.
"I think you might enjoy scaring me." Pyro said.
"Where ever would you get that idea from?" She smiled. "Lead the way oh fiery-one." They walked about an acre and a half. Their path was illuminated by Pyro's fireball that was kept in his left hand.
"Do you think we'll get in trouble?"
"Only if someone wakes up and looks out the window at this exact spot at this exact time." Pyro answered in a light, sarcastic way.
"You seem pretty sure that we won't get caught. Have you done this before?"
"You mean have I ever taken a girl out here before?" He asked reading her mind.
"Yes."
"Well, no. But there was this one time when me and Bobby came out here with these frozen water balloons." He noticed her questioning look. "And you probably don't want to know what we did with them, but it involves some broken windows and Mr. Summers' room momentarily catching on fire, but it really wasn't our fault." She couldn't help but laugh. Charm really did come easily to him, didn't it?
"Is this a good spot?" He asked her a few minutes later when they were a safe distance away from the mansion.
"It's fine."
"Good," he said, not sure how to continue; he really hadn't taken a girl out here before. But if he had, it would probably have been to make out, not show off his powers to her. "Want to see something I've been working on?"
"Go ahead." She gave her consent and he dropped the fireball to the ground and waved his hand over it. It rose, slowly stretching its self out and spinning in a counter-clockwise direction. It was a tornado, a fire tornado. He smiled when her eyes and face showed her awe of it. He noticed she had really beautiful eyes. They were big and deep and reflected the fire.
"That's amazing." She couldn't tear her eyes away from the fire and he realized that he couldn't tear his eyes away from her.
They spent a half an hour just showing off. Calypso had shown some martial art moves and her claws, which had impressed John quite a bit and he showed her what Bobby had called his "flaming cop car" move. He had little respect for authority and she found herself liking that. She wondered why he listened to Professor Xavier then. They talked some, too, mostly about their pasts: her controlled life with Stryker and, Pyro's run away and run- ins with the law. They had more in common than they realized.
But it was getting late, almost two. Lash really couldn't believe that almost two hours had passed since the start of the evening with Pyro. Now they really should be going back to their rooms. They walked back reluctantly in silence. They stopped walking right under her window where they had first met that night. For some reason the good bye was more awkward than anything that had previously happened between them.
"I should really get back up there before Rogue wakes up and notices I'm gone."
"Yeah, you should. Rogue has a tendency to over react when she thinks people are missing." Pyro was looking down, avoiding her face, her eyes. Why was this so hard?
"I," she breathed in deeply. "I had fun tonight, John." John? When had she ever called him John?
"I had fun tonight too, Calypso." She exhaled and they finally both looked up, only to quickly look away again.
"Well, I should go."
"Right," He looked down at her and realized why this was so uncomfortable. He wanted to kiss her. In some twisted world, this was a date and at the end of a date you could kiss someone goodbye. Right? So he decided he would, and he leaned down and was about to kiss her when they heard a noticeably loud clearing of a throat behind them.
"Logan." That was Lash noticing her father standing about 7 feet behind Pyro. Why hadn't she picked up on him?
"You two are up late."