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Important note!!: This next chapter takes place a couple months along the timeline. The New Recruits are under attack (by Magneto) while on a wilderness survival thingy. The Senior Mutants don't know cause they're in Scotland with the Prof.
"PhweeeeeEEEEEeeer!"
Amara winced as one of Jubilee's firecrackers screamed its way past her head to narrowly miss the metal-covered Acolyte.
Amara powered up her hand, generating a fireball, and tossed it at the giant silver teenager, who was rapidly making his way closer to the beleaguered group of New Recruits.
Magneto had succeeded in isolating the New Recruits; attacking while the senior team and the Professor were away in Scotland, while they themselves had accompanied Mr. McCoy on another wilderness trip. Amara cursed the name Legion; if it weren't for Xavier's family problems, Mr Logan and the others would have sent the Acolytes packing.
Now they were barely holding up, trapped against the base of a mountain with Mr. McCoy off chasing Sabretooth.
"Ray!" Amara shrieked, drawing Beserker's attention at once. "Fire at metal- man over there!"
Ray sent a last zap off at the fleeting form of Sabretooth weaving through the trees after Beast. Concentrating, the boy known as Beserker charged up and fired at the huge Acolyte, who had nearly reached Amara.
The electricity danced over Colossus' metal body, causing him to stiffen and fall to the ground, shifting back from his metal form into normal flesh and blood.
Amara swept her gaze around the small group: Berserker, panting after that last exertion of energy; Rahne in wolf form going after the heels of the Acolyte in the trench coat while Jubilee threw fireworks at him; Roberto, blazing body flickering and in spots burning out completely from lack of energy; Cannonball, who had collapsed behind them after taking out Mastermind from behind.
Mastermind himself lay unconscious, frozen to the ground by some of Bobby's ice. An ice path trailed its way up the mountain, marking where Bobby had taken Jamie; the latter being too young and inexperienced to fight, the former told numerous times to get the twelve-year-old Multiple to safety.
She turned her attention back to the battle at hand, yelped, and ran to avoid one of Pyro's fiery blasts, nearly tripping over a groggy Sam.
"Amara? What's going on now?"
"We're under attack, remember?" She was about to say something else, but was interrupted by Ray's hoarse bellow:
"Cut and run, guys! Here comes Magneto! Retreat! Run!"
Sam got to his feet and wrapped his arms around Amara's waist, "Hold on tight..."
"No, wait!" Amara pointed to Jubilee, who looked about to collapse. Rahne was already pelting her way into the forest, followed closely by Ray. Roberto was laboriously jogging off in a different direction from the other two. "I can run by myself, but Jubes looks about to faint. Take her; I'll find you guys later."
"Okay." Sam ran over to Jubilee, gathered her up and was off like a shot.
Amara sprinted into the woods, heading in a different direction from Ray. It was best to scatter for now, drawing attention away from each other, and then to regroup later on.
Pyro watched her run off, following the base of the mountain. He looked at his boss; Magneto watched impassively as his Acolytes waited for direction.
"Follow them. I want them alive, remember."
No sooner than the command was issued, Pyro turned on his flamethrowers; a winged horse soon stood ready and waiting for him. He jumped up onto his creation and soared off over the woods.
Amara slowed down; there was only so much running uphill that she could handle. A quick glance behind her showed that no-one was following her up the mountain. Spying a cave on the cliff face, Amara headed towards it. Perhaps she could regain her breath there, out of site, and then go find the others.
She reached the mouth of the cave; it was shallow, only about 15 feet deep. If she stood on her tiptoes, she could brush the roof with her fingers. Quickly, she darted inside, and just as quickly again she whirled around to come face to face with the pyromaniac who seemed to haunt her.
"Ello, 'Mara. Long toime no see." It actually had been around two months since that rainy day, but to Pyro it had seemed years.
"John!" Wait a second. Since when was she on first-name terms with this guy?
"You promised not to bother me any more!" She pointed an accusing finger at him.
"Yes, I did. And believe me, sheila, I was as happy about it as you were." Lying! Lying! Dingdingding!! "But I can't help it now. Boss's orders."
"Magneto ordered you to bother me?" Amara's voice was laden with sarcasm.
"Well, if you want to get technical, he ordered me t' foind you and 'old you prisoner until he gets one o' those big metal globes of his to pick us up." John smiled apologetically. "Sorry."
"Sorry?! You're assisting in kidnapping and imprisonment against free will!" Amara pretended to think for a moment, "Oh, but you don't care anyway. You've done it before."
"That's roight." He said cheerfully, drawing a line of fire across the mouth of the cave with one of his flamethrowers. "Now that's much more cozy, don't you think?"
Amara once again found herself in a near-impossible situation. She was vulnerable to the flames unless she was in her Magma form. But if she shifted, John—Pyro—would just trap her with his powers. She doubted her powers over the tectonic plates would be much use here; she shuddered at the thought of the cave mouth collapsing to bury them alive. Perhaps she had a chance if she moved really fast...
Pyro leaned against the cave wall, watching Amara out of the corner of his eye in case she decided to try anything. He noted interestedly that the heat of the fire kept her a good foot away from the flames; she wasn't immune to fire while human, unlike himself. Ah, Amara-watching. His new favourite pastime.
He loved the way that her hips swayed almost imperceptibly as she walked; she probably was unconscious to the fact that they did. He loved the way that each time she saw him her eyes kindled, sparks almost seeming to fly out of them. He loved the way her hair danced whenever she turned into her fiery self...He loved—
John's thoughts were interrupted as he saw the object of his affections take a flying leap into the flames, changing forms the split second before she passed through the line of fire.
Cursing, he dismissed the flames and threw his power out desperately, catching and holding whatever flame there was left on Amara's body.
Amara hissed in disappointment. She had been so close! She felt his power tugging on her own; digging her heels in, she resisted the pull until an extra hard heave on her powers sent her flying head over heels to crash right into the pyrokinetic himself.
From his position on the ground, John drew the line of flames across the cave mouth once again, before looking back to Amara, who was sprawled on top of him in a rather compromising position. She was, he noted, still completely in her Magma form.
"Dammit, Amara, if ya wanted me that much ya should've told me." Amara raised her head from its position on John's chest, ready to give an indignant reply, before seeing her actual position on top of him.
Pyro looked into Amara's eyes with amusement, watching her facial expression change from one of rage to one of shock to finally one of deep embarrassment. He laughed.
"Oh come on, 'Mara. I remember last time ya weren't so conservative." A sudden idea struck him, and he nearly giggled with the sheer evilness of it.
Amara was just gathering up the shreds of her dignity and considering giving a biting reply when she found herself kissing the Australian yet again. She felt her hips moving and nearly screamed when she realized that he was using his power on her... to make her grind against him!
Her mouth opened to tell him to stop, but immediately Pyro slipped his tongue in, deepening the kiss and pressing her even harder against himself. She made a small noise of frustration; with her last vestiges of sanity—she was slipping fast—Amara bit down on John's tongue, forcing him to break the kiss.
As soon as her mouth was free, Amara let Pyro have a piece of her mind on the subject of kissing.
"You dirty son of a bitch! What the hell do you think you're doing? You think I like that kind of thing?"
In return, John only smirked. "I don't think so, I know so."
"Well maybe I do like it just a little bit, but it's still just wrong! I know practically nothing about you except that you work for the X-men's greatest enemy, and that's really not working in your favour right now." Amara's eyes blazed.
"Okay, okay. I'm sorry, sheila."
"Sorry doesn't cut it. Let me up. Now." To her surprise, he complied, releasing his hold oh her.
Amara shifted back to human and rolled off of him, scrambling to the furthest corner away from Pyro. She sat, turning her back to him, face to the wall.
"Just leave me alone."
Her slightly muffled words echoed around the cave as John beat himself up mentally. He had gone too far; the madness that he experienced whenever in contact with fire, coupled with his genuine attraction towards Amara had pushed him to make an instantly regrettable mistake. There was no way she'd ever warm up to him now.
Sighing, he caused the flamethrower at his wrist to expel a tiny bit of flame. Removing his gloves, he silently modeled the fire with his bare hands, brooding.
A/N: Now I, the evil Authoress, will cut this chapter short, and (dodges flying objects) I'll update soon, don't worry!!!
Heh. Johnny-boy got a bit dirty, and Amara will not tolerate it! Tension...tension...TENSION! And I also noticed that Tabby was randomly excluded from the New Recruits. Oh well. She can be in Scotland too...somehow...
Agh, how am I ever going to write them out of this predicament without making it all cliched?
(chanting) I will not write smut, I will not write smut....someone else can :)
Pietro's Kitten: I like your amyro story! The plot has real potential! This world does not have enough amyro in it to keep me satisfies...must read more...lol :)
amyro 4evah: Your name says it all! :) Yes, I shall update!