a/n-yes a bit of delay, sorries.  Due to techinal difficulties 1) my computer crashed for the 4thbillion time 2) since it crashed all my sketchy pre-post dejaness was deleted ;( 3) even w/ barely nothing loaded on it my computer is acting v. slow for some reason 4) laziness –this may but be a technical difficulty but hey-

            "What was that?" Deja asked while running.  Pyro stopped.  He took out his lighter and a wall of flame separated them from whatever was chasing them.  The two had been running in an abandoned apartment complex for some time.  "I do not think that will stop it."

            "Shut up."  Pyro wouldn't admit it, but he was a bit panicky.  Magneto had warned him if he came across an agent to run like hell.  (a/n-it's not a Matrix crossover)  "Shit."  Deja spotted an open window a bit above the ground.  She decided to split and began to climb out of it.  Now that she had seen less of the enemy her alliance with him was fading away.  "Woah! where do you think you're going?"  Pyro grabbed her leg as she was almost out.

            "What you doing?" she hissed, muttering in Japanese.  "Get off!"

            "Why won't you just stop?"

            "Why won't you!"  She jerked her leg out violently.  It freed her from his grip but also sent her tumbling out of the window unexpectedly.  She threw her arms back but she was facing the wrong way and her back crashed unto the dead grass below her.  She had only been around one story up but it still smashed into her.  After all, it was like falling out of a small, two-story house.

            Pyro's mind slowed as he saw her fall.  Her scream brought him back and he took a small jump to reach the window and peer out.  "Akira, move out of the way."  He jumped, not waiting for her to move but she rolled in time.  "Here."  He propped her back up and placed her carefully next to him.  Her slit eyes were shut and she seemed to forget he was her enemy as she groaned.  "Are you ok?"  She cursed at him in Japanese.  "Akira-"

            "It's Deja," she whispered.

            "What?"  Her eyes closed peacefully and he realized she fell unconscious.  "Akira?  Or…Deja?  What?  Akira?"  She slumped into his arms.

            Pyro didn't know what to do.  He was about to move her hair out of her face when he heard the agent.  He froze, knowing he was out of sight but didn't know if that mattered.  The agent's footsteps crossed his fire and marched onwards, missing the teenagers outside the window.

            It was a few seconds before Pyro carefully got up, dragging Deja up.  How was he supposed to carry her to safety?  She looked pretty light.  He paused, trying to think of the easiest way to hold her.  Throwing her over one shoulder would probably be least painless for him, but he didn't feel right about it.  He decided to go the customary way and hold her with one hand supporting her back and the other supporting the curve at her knees.  It wasn't as hard as he thought; she was very wispy for a girl who kicked his ass so many times. "Come on." 

            Magneto waited for Mystique's report.  "They were at a police station.  It seems an agency car was blown up."

            "Then they're after her already."

            "Would should find Pyro, he's probably with her.  The agent will be-"

            "Yes, I know."  Magneto cleaned his nails lazily.  "Come on, we better hurry.  The agent is going find them sooner or later."

            Deja awoke with no headache, only a small pain in her back.  She couldn't remember what was going on, which was an odd feeling.  She had a great memory.

            She sat up.  She was in a helicopter.  That boy was beside her.  'Oh, crap.'  Now she remembered.

            "Akira?"

            "That's not my name."  She passed out again.

            "Deja?"

            Deja opened her eyes.  With a small, dull pain in her head she saw Pyro looking at her from inside a cell.  She was back in the abandoned prison.  After seeing what awaited open eyes, Deja decided to close them again and try to block out reality while she listened to the boy talk.

            "Deja's your name right?"  She nodded softly, oddly calm.  She supposed they drugged her this way.  So many drugs, and she was the only one of her friends who didn't try pot.  "How'd you get a name like that?"  She wouldn't answer him.  She may be their prisoner but she wasn't going to say anything personal.  If he wanted to play friendly, a friendly thing to do would be to set her go.  He waited.  "Ok…You don't have to talk to me.  But can you tell me your power?"  Still nothing.  "Not going to answer a single question, are you?"

            "Answer mine."

            "Fine."

            "Are you going to let me go?"

            Pyro sighed at the nasty question.  He was hoping for something a little easier to respond to.  "Well…"  Deja's heart dropped.  "I'm not sure.  I barely know what going on, I'm just a lackey."

            "If you can not answer, I can not as well."

            Pyro hissed impatiently.  "Alright…Now remember, I'm not really sure.  But Magneto said that as soon as we predict the attack we'll have no need for you.  You can probably go after that."

            Deja felt that something was wrong.  The attack.  Yes, she had a vague memory or vision of it in a way, absorbed from someone else.  It was too vague to think of, only strong enough so she could recognize and feel the subconscious urge to be afraid.  "Tell me about the attack," she whispered in thought.

            "No.  You tell me what's your power first.  I know it has to with predicting and everything…or something.  I mean just explain it to me."

            "Tell me about the attack."

            "That wouldn't be fair."

            "My being here is not fair."

            That caught Pyro off guard.  He felt guilt in his chest for some reason and couldn't look at the peacefully indignant Deja.  Her eyes weren't even open and yet the stabbed into him.  He found a spot on the ground to concentrate on and speak to.  "I'm not sure if I should be doing this."  She let the silence persuade him.  "There is this…order.  It's like an organization against Mutants.  It isn't a company, or a government supported branch even though the government does fund it.  But the funds go under the table so this Order is able to do illegal things without anyone noticing or caring…They want to destroy us…all of us.  And they've found ways to use our own kind against us.  That was an agent back there.  Mutants who have been forced to work for the Order are agents."

            "What sort of illegal things?"

            "For example, experimenting on your grandmother."

            "…She was experimented on?"  Deja only saw and felt things of her grandmother's past.  She still didn't know the story.

            Pyro nodded, even if Deja's eyes were closed.  "Yes.  And forced to work for them.  She killed mutants, but mainly she acted as some sort of guard dog for William Stryker."

            'I hate that name.'

            "Stryker was on the worst until we chained him and left him as good as dead."  Memories were again rising up in Deja.  She tried to them back.  "He's dead but there are plenty more like him…just as ruthless, heartless…horrible."

            "Adamantium?"  Pyro looked curiously at her.  "What happened with this Adamantium?"

            "English isn't your first language is it?" he asked, noticing her taking time to say everything and set up sentences in her mind.

            "Hence, the accent," she said sarcastically, sounding more American.

            "And yet you use words like hence."

            "I know what I hear."

            "I knew you had some Japanese in you, Yuriko Oyama was Japanese.  But still, you don't look…"  She bit her lip, being reminded of one of least favorite subjects.  It was hard being half-white in a country full of people who weren't.  "Well I would think you would have been raised in American, that's all."  Deja almost told him about being raised by Yuriko, but why should she tell him?  "See…We're fighting the Order that's ruining our lives, our existence, our kind.  Can't you just stop fighting and join us?"

            "Thank you for the invitation."  Pyro looked back at the ground, bothered.  He had asked Magneto why they just didn't invite Deja.  Magneto for some reason had rejected this suggestion.  Looking back up Pyro was surprised to see soft, brown eyes staring kindly at him.  "I don't feel well."