-Upon Flaming Wings-
10-19-03
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Amara sat down next to Pyro's bed and he looked over at her. He blinked. She smiled timidly at him.
"Hello, St. John." She said with a bigger smile.
"Hey there, Sheila." He said in a quiet tone. He looked back down at his hands. That was what he had been doing for a long amount of time.
"Did they say anything about your progress?"
"I'm gettin' outta 'ere tomorrow." She blinked. A lot of progress must've been made. He shrugged then. "I don't know what they plan to do about my powers, though." He looked up at her sadly.
"What does it feel like?" She asked softly. He tilted his head. "Y'know.. to lose your powers?" He looked back down at his hands.
"I feel so empty." He said, closing his eyes. She took the lighter out of her belt, since she attached it under there, having no pockets in her X-uniform. She held it in her closed hands for a minute the looked up at him.
"Here." She held it out to him and he looked in her hand. He put his hand over hers then took it. She got up and smiled. "I better go. I've got homework." He watched her leave with a frown on his face. Seeing her go reminded him of watching his strength, his power go. "See ya later." She waved when she passed by the window. He sat there for a while and just stared out the window, seeing her face. He looked down at the lighter. He had felt her warmth through her gloves. Hank came in and saw that he had a lighter.
"Who dropped by?" He asked conversationally. Pyro closed his hand and looked up.
"That Sheila that was at the hospital when I woke up." He answered. Hank smiled.
"That would be Amara." Gambit came down and leaned against the doorway.
"Oh, dat petite? She's nice." He said with a grin. Pyro looked over at him and smiled slightly. Piotr had come down last night to see him. "Remy watched 'er come down dis way when she left de test."
"Did she pass?" Hank asked. Gambit nodded.
"S' did Kitty, Rogue, Rahne, an' Kurt." He counted them off on his fingers. "De rest failed."
"Well, most of them did well, then." Pyro sighed and clenched his fist. He closed his eyes. He could feel her power.. He could feel her fire.
"St. John?" Her voice called to him, bringing him back from wherever he was. He looked up to see Gambit still in the same position and Hank messing on some computer. Amara stood next to Gambit, hesitant to go closer. She had changed out of her X-uniform and had changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. She walked closer and handed him a tray with some food on it. He smiled at her. "Beware, Kitty made the muffin. She tries, but it just isn't enough." She left again, with a smile and another wave.
"Thanks!" He called after her. Gambit made a shocked face.
"Mon dieu! St. John has manners!" John selected the muffin and threw it at him. Gambit ducked and the muffin went through the wall.
"I'm glad I didn't eat that."
"Remy be glad he didn' get hit by it!"
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Amara descended the stairs and walked into the kitchen. She grabbed an apple and sat down, taking a bite. She looked at the paper and gave a glance at the cover story. It was almost midnight and she wasn't tired. She had slept about an hour then woke up, thanks to a nightmare. Her brown eyes focused on the picture. She sighed. Mutant protesters.
"What else is new?" She whispered in a disgusted voice and decided to read the article. She felt someone's hand on her shoulder and jumped, giving out a cry, dropping her apple, and falling out of her chair. The person fell back and landed on his behind. She groaned and looked over, seeing a familiar head of red-orange hair and meeting familiar emerald eyes. "St. John.." Her eyes widened.
"That's right, Sheila." He said, rubbing his rear when he got up. "Don't go and get all jumpy on me." He held his hand out to her and helped her up. "Besides, I wouldn't murder you." She gave him a small smile and picked her apple up, throwing it away. "Why were you reading nightmare material?" He pointed to the front page of the paper.
"I already had a nightmare. Besides, I won't be able to fall asleep anyway. I'm just not tired."
"After Logan's test? I hear that Gambit made it a little easier than Logan wanted." He shrugged and took a seat next to the chair she was sitting in. She picked her chair up and was just about to sit down when the light turned on and she covered her eyes.
"What's goin' on?" Logan asked, narrowing his eyes at St. John. "What are you doin' up?"
"Mr. McCoy told me that I could go up to my new room. He told me where it was. I went up but I just wasn't tired. I had no idea the Sheila there would be in here." He explained.
"I fell asleep then woke up. I wasn't tired so I came down here." Logan glared at them.
"Just get back up in your rooms. We can't be havin' you kids down here at this time of night." They nodded and walked past him. She blushed when he let her go first up the stairs.
"I didn't even get to finish my apple, thanks to you." She whispered to him when they walked side-by-side down the hallway. He grinned.
"Well now, Sheila, that wasn't entirely my fault." They said their good-nights and went to their rooms. Pyro's room was right next to hers.
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Before school started, Amara had a session with Pyro, Logan, and Professor X. It was mainly for what they were to do to get St. John's powers back.
"Hank had found that the injection did not steal his powers, but subdued them. He merely needs to get them started again and ward off the permanent stopper. It is basically like starting a fire with wet wood. Just find some new, dry wood. Now, we will have a brief session before Amara goes to school." The professor explained. He and Logan went up to the control room.
"Get started." Logan said gruffly through the intercom. Amara turned into her flaming form. She looked up then back at St. John. She would get him to get his powers back, even if she had to skip school and attack him all day. John was a little nervous, wondering why he couldn't practice with his lighter first. He dodged some flaming balls of magma and ran for his life when she started attacking. He tripped and was backed up against the wall. He held his hand out, palm facing her and she felt a slight pressure.
"Keep going, St. John!" She encouraged. The pressure dropped and so did he. She deformed and ran to him, slipping his arm around her shoulder and supporting him.
"That was pretty good for the first trial." The professor instructed her to get ready for school.
Amara got a ride from Scott. She couldn't help but think about the look of fear in Pyro's eyes when she had him backed up against the wall.
"How was Pyro?" Rogue asked, looking over. Amara looked up then back down.
"We had our first session today. All I felt was a slight pressure, as of someone pushing me back. He did well but it drained him." She answered quietly. They got to the school and Amara avoided any and all conversation after that.
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St. John worked on his powers all afternoon, sitting in the living room with his lighter. He was getting aggravated. Very aggravated.
"What are you doing, St. John?" Amara asked, walking into the room. She smiled at him when he looked up.
"I'm tryin' to get my powers back." He narrowed his eyes at the lighter and continued to try. She sat down next to him and watched. She created some flaming magma in her hand and he looked at her. Then he shook his head. "We have a training session. Logan is in charge of it this time. I hope I don't pass out."
"You should've improved if you sat there all day." He grinned.
"I did." She gave him an incredulous look. "Nothin' happened." He set his lighter on his lap and glared at his hands. He wished in vain that he could just get it back.
"It will take work to get your powers back, St. John." Professor Xavier said, wheeling into the room. Pyro looked up at him and frowned, narrowing his eyes.
"Why did Mags have to go and take away my powers?" He asked bitterly. "I never betrayed him." He felt like throwing the lighter across the room. Gambit came in and sighed, sitting down next to his friend.
"Roguey sure gets scary when she gets mad." He said wearily. "All Remy did was ask if he could sit wit' her." Amara and Pyro exchanged glances.
"You need to give up for a while, mate." Gambit glared at him.
"Remy be not a quitter." With that said, he got right back up and left the room. Pyro shook his head.
"Ready for yer training session, kids?" Logan asked. Pyro sighed.
"As ready as we'll ever be."
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Pyro got changed into his new X-uniform. It would be better if he wore one to get used to the feeling. He met Amara outside the Danger Room. She held her hand out to him. He took it and shook, confused.
"Whatever happens in there, I don't mean to hurt you." She said softly. He smiled and nodded. "The reason they made you do it this morning was that when your life is in danger, your powers can't help but be activated." He nodded in understanding.
"I got it and I'm ready for this." He walked in with an air of determination around him. She sighed and walked in slowly after him.
"I only hope you are." She mumbled.
"Get into yer positions and hurry it up." Logan's voice boomed. They settled themselves into position and Amara transformed again. She produced flames in her hands and stood there, waiting for the signal to begin. "Start!" She tossed the fire at Pyro and he tried to control them but wound up leaping out of the way just in time. He concentrated all of his will power on controlling the flames. He clenched his teeth and his fists, preparing to try and get this one. He couldn't, however. He started to sweat. The training had been going on for over a half-hour. He coughed and started panting. The heat was growing in the room. He couldn't find his power, no matter how hard he tried.
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That's it for this chapter! Yay!
10-20-03
-Jess-
10-19-03
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Amara sat down next to Pyro's bed and he looked over at her. He blinked. She smiled timidly at him.
"Hello, St. John." She said with a bigger smile.
"Hey there, Sheila." He said in a quiet tone. He looked back down at his hands. That was what he had been doing for a long amount of time.
"Did they say anything about your progress?"
"I'm gettin' outta 'ere tomorrow." She blinked. A lot of progress must've been made. He shrugged then. "I don't know what they plan to do about my powers, though." He looked up at her sadly.
"What does it feel like?" She asked softly. He tilted his head. "Y'know.. to lose your powers?" He looked back down at his hands.
"I feel so empty." He said, closing his eyes. She took the lighter out of her belt, since she attached it under there, having no pockets in her X-uniform. She held it in her closed hands for a minute the looked up at him.
"Here." She held it out to him and he looked in her hand. He put his hand over hers then took it. She got up and smiled. "I better go. I've got homework." He watched her leave with a frown on his face. Seeing her go reminded him of watching his strength, his power go. "See ya later." She waved when she passed by the window. He sat there for a while and just stared out the window, seeing her face. He looked down at the lighter. He had felt her warmth through her gloves. Hank came in and saw that he had a lighter.
"Who dropped by?" He asked conversationally. Pyro closed his hand and looked up.
"That Sheila that was at the hospital when I woke up." He answered. Hank smiled.
"That would be Amara." Gambit came down and leaned against the doorway.
"Oh, dat petite? She's nice." He said with a grin. Pyro looked over at him and smiled slightly. Piotr had come down last night to see him. "Remy watched 'er come down dis way when she left de test."
"Did she pass?" Hank asked. Gambit nodded.
"S' did Kitty, Rogue, Rahne, an' Kurt." He counted them off on his fingers. "De rest failed."
"Well, most of them did well, then." Pyro sighed and clenched his fist. He closed his eyes. He could feel her power.. He could feel her fire.
"St. John?" Her voice called to him, bringing him back from wherever he was. He looked up to see Gambit still in the same position and Hank messing on some computer. Amara stood next to Gambit, hesitant to go closer. She had changed out of her X-uniform and had changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. She walked closer and handed him a tray with some food on it. He smiled at her. "Beware, Kitty made the muffin. She tries, but it just isn't enough." She left again, with a smile and another wave.
"Thanks!" He called after her. Gambit made a shocked face.
"Mon dieu! St. John has manners!" John selected the muffin and threw it at him. Gambit ducked and the muffin went through the wall.
"I'm glad I didn't eat that."
"Remy be glad he didn' get hit by it!"
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Amara descended the stairs and walked into the kitchen. She grabbed an apple and sat down, taking a bite. She looked at the paper and gave a glance at the cover story. It was almost midnight and she wasn't tired. She had slept about an hour then woke up, thanks to a nightmare. Her brown eyes focused on the picture. She sighed. Mutant protesters.
"What else is new?" She whispered in a disgusted voice and decided to read the article. She felt someone's hand on her shoulder and jumped, giving out a cry, dropping her apple, and falling out of her chair. The person fell back and landed on his behind. She groaned and looked over, seeing a familiar head of red-orange hair and meeting familiar emerald eyes. "St. John.." Her eyes widened.
"That's right, Sheila." He said, rubbing his rear when he got up. "Don't go and get all jumpy on me." He held his hand out to her and helped her up. "Besides, I wouldn't murder you." She gave him a small smile and picked her apple up, throwing it away. "Why were you reading nightmare material?" He pointed to the front page of the paper.
"I already had a nightmare. Besides, I won't be able to fall asleep anyway. I'm just not tired."
"After Logan's test? I hear that Gambit made it a little easier than Logan wanted." He shrugged and took a seat next to the chair she was sitting in. She picked her chair up and was just about to sit down when the light turned on and she covered her eyes.
"What's goin' on?" Logan asked, narrowing his eyes at St. John. "What are you doin' up?"
"Mr. McCoy told me that I could go up to my new room. He told me where it was. I went up but I just wasn't tired. I had no idea the Sheila there would be in here." He explained.
"I fell asleep then woke up. I wasn't tired so I came down here." Logan glared at them.
"Just get back up in your rooms. We can't be havin' you kids down here at this time of night." They nodded and walked past him. She blushed when he let her go first up the stairs.
"I didn't even get to finish my apple, thanks to you." She whispered to him when they walked side-by-side down the hallway. He grinned.
"Well now, Sheila, that wasn't entirely my fault." They said their good-nights and went to their rooms. Pyro's room was right next to hers.
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Before school started, Amara had a session with Pyro, Logan, and Professor X. It was mainly for what they were to do to get St. John's powers back.
"Hank had found that the injection did not steal his powers, but subdued them. He merely needs to get them started again and ward off the permanent stopper. It is basically like starting a fire with wet wood. Just find some new, dry wood. Now, we will have a brief session before Amara goes to school." The professor explained. He and Logan went up to the control room.
"Get started." Logan said gruffly through the intercom. Amara turned into her flaming form. She looked up then back at St. John. She would get him to get his powers back, even if she had to skip school and attack him all day. John was a little nervous, wondering why he couldn't practice with his lighter first. He dodged some flaming balls of magma and ran for his life when she started attacking. He tripped and was backed up against the wall. He held his hand out, palm facing her and she felt a slight pressure.
"Keep going, St. John!" She encouraged. The pressure dropped and so did he. She deformed and ran to him, slipping his arm around her shoulder and supporting him.
"That was pretty good for the first trial." The professor instructed her to get ready for school.
Amara got a ride from Scott. She couldn't help but think about the look of fear in Pyro's eyes when she had him backed up against the wall.
"How was Pyro?" Rogue asked, looking over. Amara looked up then back down.
"We had our first session today. All I felt was a slight pressure, as of someone pushing me back. He did well but it drained him." She answered quietly. They got to the school and Amara avoided any and all conversation after that.
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St. John worked on his powers all afternoon, sitting in the living room with his lighter. He was getting aggravated. Very aggravated.
"What are you doing, St. John?" Amara asked, walking into the room. She smiled at him when he looked up.
"I'm tryin' to get my powers back." He narrowed his eyes at the lighter and continued to try. She sat down next to him and watched. She created some flaming magma in her hand and he looked at her. Then he shook his head. "We have a training session. Logan is in charge of it this time. I hope I don't pass out."
"You should've improved if you sat there all day." He grinned.
"I did." She gave him an incredulous look. "Nothin' happened." He set his lighter on his lap and glared at his hands. He wished in vain that he could just get it back.
"It will take work to get your powers back, St. John." Professor Xavier said, wheeling into the room. Pyro looked up at him and frowned, narrowing his eyes.
"Why did Mags have to go and take away my powers?" He asked bitterly. "I never betrayed him." He felt like throwing the lighter across the room. Gambit came in and sighed, sitting down next to his friend.
"Roguey sure gets scary when she gets mad." He said wearily. "All Remy did was ask if he could sit wit' her." Amara and Pyro exchanged glances.
"You need to give up for a while, mate." Gambit glared at him.
"Remy be not a quitter." With that said, he got right back up and left the room. Pyro shook his head.
"Ready for yer training session, kids?" Logan asked. Pyro sighed.
"As ready as we'll ever be."
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Pyro got changed into his new X-uniform. It would be better if he wore one to get used to the feeling. He met Amara outside the Danger Room. She held her hand out to him. He took it and shook, confused.
"Whatever happens in there, I don't mean to hurt you." She said softly. He smiled and nodded. "The reason they made you do it this morning was that when your life is in danger, your powers can't help but be activated." He nodded in understanding.
"I got it and I'm ready for this." He walked in with an air of determination around him. She sighed and walked in slowly after him.
"I only hope you are." She mumbled.
"Get into yer positions and hurry it up." Logan's voice boomed. They settled themselves into position and Amara transformed again. She produced flames in her hands and stood there, waiting for the signal to begin. "Start!" She tossed the fire at Pyro and he tried to control them but wound up leaping out of the way just in time. He concentrated all of his will power on controlling the flames. He clenched his teeth and his fists, preparing to try and get this one. He couldn't, however. He started to sweat. The training had been going on for over a half-hour. He coughed and started panting. The heat was growing in the room. He couldn't find his power, no matter how hard he tried.
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That's it for this chapter! Yay!
10-20-03
-Jess-