-Upon Flaming Wings-
10-23-03
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Amara decided to eat outside. It was nicer. She went over to the X-Men, her fellow teammates, and parked herself next to Evan, who smiled and inched over so he could allow her room. They noticed her good mood, apparently.
"Hey, vhy are you so chipper?" Kurt asked with a toothy grin. She stared at him then blushed faintly.
"I'm just in a good mood. Is that so abnormal?" She asked, her gaze turning almost threatening as she glared at the elf.
"No." He said with wave of his hand, dismissing the tone of her voice. She sighed and relaxed. Kurt started eating and Kitty soon joined them, having noticed that they were outside.
"Its starting to get colder!" She said cheerily. "And we all know what that means!"
"Ja!" Kurt exclaimed, looking up from his food. He swallowed a mouthful. "Ze holidays." Scott's gaze wasn't on any of them, and they didn't care to notice. Amara smiled and excused herself, getting up to discard her lunch.
"Hey, Amara." A smooth, nervous voice said behind her. She turned her head and glanced over her shoulder. A small smile appeared on her face.
"Hey, Brandon." She replied in a soft, gentle tone. He smiled wider.
"There's a dance and all coming up.. I was wondering if you would-" He never got to finish. Hands slid themselves over Amara's eyes and a body pressed close to her.
"Hey there, Amara." A playful, familiar voice said in her ear. She pulled away and whirled around in shock.
"P- John!?" Her eyes were wide. She disregarded the tingling feeling of his body against hers. Brandon's eyes followed them, going from one to the other. This John person looked a little older than Amara, he noticed. And they looked really close. "What are you doing here?"
"I never finished my senior year, having dropped out to come here and get away from the folks." He said, shrugging. "Australia wasn't for me." He was about to say something else but she turned around and looked back at a boy, clad in his football jersy and baggy jeans.
"Excuse me a minute, would you, Brandon?" He nodded and she turned back around, facing St. John. "What did you want?"
"I was only wonderin' if I could have the pleasure of someone familiar relate the school's scheduling to me." He saw her glance at the other boy out of the corner of her eye. He sighed. "I'll just ask Rogue. Forgive my rude interruption." His tone settled in on her. She frowned and watched him walk away. Whatever happiness she had had faded in a ton of guilt.
"Amara? Are you okay?" She turned around.
"Yes." She answered emotionlessly. There was a cold chill to her voice that he wasn't used to hearing. "Let me think about the dance, Brandon." He nodded and watched her walk away.
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St. John slammed the door to his room and hurled his backpack across the room. He fell onto his bed and sighed dejectedly. Whatever chances with Amara he had before were gone. They disappeared in a dense fog. He scowled and took a few deep breaths. He started playing with his lighter, making little flaming people. He snapped the lighter closed and dropped it over the edge of the bed.
Maybe the Danger Room would turn his frown upside down.
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Gambit sat on the couch, his concentration peaked. He gently put another card down. He was building a card house. He measured it and bit his tongue, sweat starting to bead on his face. After 92 failed attempts, he was going to give up. When John had slammed the door, he had been startled and fell right into the cards. He had been working on it all day. No one complained because they were either at school, or they just plain didn't care.
"Jus' one mo' card.." He was about to place it on top when a boom and a slight tremor rose from the grounds. His cards fell over and he froze, still holding the card. He dropped it and sighed dejectedly. Rogue, who had been sick and hadn't went to school, was sitting in a chair on the other side of the room, reading, yet secretly watching his every move, walked over and wrapped her arms around him.
"Ya should relax, Sugah." He leaned back into her and tilted his head back, looking up at her.
"T'anks, Chére." He said with a smile. "But Remy be workin'."
"Ya ain't thinkin' of doin' that till ya finish, are ya?" He nodded grimly. "What in bloody hell is wrong wit' ya, Cajun?" He winked at her, giving her a small, secretive smile.
"Dat's fo' Remy t' know, and y' t' find out." She rolled her eyes then stretched and laid down on the couch. She yawned.
"Wake meh up when ya finish or when its time ta eat. Whichevah comes first." She smirked at him then closed her eyes. She soon fell asleep and Gambit watched her, listening to her calm, slow breaths. Her chest rose and fell gracefully, with a lot of ease. He looked back at the mess of cards. Soon, the other recruits would be coming in and disturbing her peaceful slumber. Picking up his cards, he pocketed them then gently picked her up. Carrying her up to his room, where she wouldn't be disturbed, he laid her down on his bed then left the room, closing the door behind him.
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John stared at the television, not even knowing, nor caring, what was on. He just stared at it. He flicked channels once in a while. Amara walked into the room from the kitchen and stopped, using the door to hide her. She stared at him then sighed. Perhaps she should apologize for the way she acted. She walked in and quietly crept up behind him. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
"I'm sorry for the way I acted today. It was very selfish of me." She whispered in his ear. He stiffened. She let go of him and walked around the couch, sitting down next to him. He gave her an upset look. A frown was on his face.
"No, it was selfish of me, Sheila." He said, sighing. She smiled and held her hand out to him. He took it and they shook.
"Friends." They said in unison. Amara bit her lip.
"I hope we never fight.." She folded her hands on her lap. She couldn't imagine them fighting. She DIDN'T want to imagine them fighting. She felt him wrap his arm around her and she leaned her head on his shoulder.
"Don't worry, Sheila." His voice was soft, gentle. She smiled and closed her eyes. This was much better than not admitting she was wrong.
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Amara walked into the kitchen and stretched. She had a cramp in her shoulders and she couldn't get rid of it.
"Hey, Sheila." John grinned at her and threw an apple her way. She caught it. "I still owe ya an apple." She smiled and walked over, sitting down next to him.
"I remember, you caused a ton of noise and Mr. Logan caught us. I never did finish my apple." She took a bite and moved her shoulders. She swallowed. "I have a horrible cramp in my shoulders.. This sucks so much." He got up and she stole the paper he was reading. She stiffened.
"Just relax, Sheila. That's what this is all about." He whispered in her ear. She shivered then totally relaxed. "Y'know, we've still got a half-hour before everyone comes down." She just nodded. He was giving her shoulders a nice massage. "Oi, you're full o' knots."
"Tell me about it." She said. A smile appeared on her face. She felt so relaxed. When he stopped about five minutes later, she felt so much better. "Thank you so much." She put her arms around his neck when he sat down and kissed his cheek.
"No problem, Sheila." He grinned at her. "I'm the master of massage." She sighed and smiled.
"You sure are." Logan walked in and poured himself a cup of coffee. "Hey there, Mr. Logan." He nodded to them.
"What's up?" John bit into a donut. Logan took the front page of the paper and set his coffee down on the windowsill. Then he sat down next to it.
"I won't be here when you get back from school, kids. I'm leavin' for a couple of days. There have been some sightings of metal doors and such bent right in half. I'm goin' to see what I can find out for Charles." He said, then took a sip from his coffee. "Magneto's been busy." John paled.
"He doesn't have his Acolytes with him so it should be easier to bring him down." Amara said. She looked at John then back at Logan. "There's only Sabretooth."
"Right." Logan agreed. "We still have to be on our guard. The fight is coming soon."
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Amara laughed and elbowed John in the side. They were both on their way to lunch. He grinned at her then shrugged.
"It ain't my fault."
"It never is." She said with a smile. He looked back ahead. He was happy that she was by him again. That was the only thing he wanted. Two people were watching them as they followed.
"I don't know him." Rebecca said quietly. "I've never met him and she never mentioned him to me before."
"They seem like they're a couple."
"They're not. She would've told me."
"John!" Amara laughed and John looked around innocently. "You're such a nerd." He gave her an offended look.
"Excuse me?" He asked, frowning. "I am not a nerd, Sheila."
"Of course not, St. John." She hooked her arm through his. "You're just a softy." He smirked and leaned his head on hers.
"Only underneath, Sheila." She slapped his arm playfully.
"I call that flirting." Brandon said with a scowl. "Two can play at that game." Rebecca blinked and looked over at him.
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"Wanna ride home with me?" St. John asked. Amara smiled brightly and nodded. "I've got the greatest car you'll ever see." They stopped by a black Mitsubishi. It had flames going up on the sides, in the front and on the trunk. Her eyes widened and she gasped. He kept it so neat, so clean. "I skipped sixth period and went to get it. It was up by where Mags used to be."
"It looks so cool." She said. He opened the door for her and allowed her to get in. He then closed the door and walked over to the other side.
"Want to go get something to drink?" She nodded excitedly. It felt like she was riding on clouds. He pulled up next to a little café and she got out. St. John followed her in and they picked out a booth. She stared out the window as she waited for her coffee.
"Its starting to get chilly out." She said quietly. She felt awkward going out with him. She didn't know whether or not to consider it a date. She shook her head. No, they were just friends. She sighed longingly. She had a weird feeling whenever she was around him. She just got all happy and nervous around him.
"Yeah, no more warm weather." He grinned. "As long as I have you or my lighter, I'll keep us warm." She blushed slightly and kept her gaze on the outside.
"Well, aren't you the cutest couple." The waitress said with a smile as she gave them their coffee. Amara was about to say something but the waitress interrupted her. "You look like you get along so well. You have my blessings." She left before either of them could say anything. St. John shrugged.
"We couldn't have said anything anyway." He calmly drank his coffee. She stared at him for a minute then looked down at her coffee. "Is anything wrong?" She looked back up and shook her head, taking a sip of her coffee.
"No, why?"
"You seem quiet." His eyes narrowed suspiciously. She raised an eyebrow.
"Well, I've just been thinking about things." She blew softly to cool her drink. Then she sipped at it. He continued to stare at her.
"Things like what?" He asked curiously. She paused.
"Just stupid things.." She shifted nervously. He raised an eyebrow and stared at her, waiting for the real answer. "All right, fine. Things like school and the dance that's coming up this week.." She trailed off. She had told Brandon that she would think about it. Whenever she was around John she just forgot about him.
"When is it?" He asked curiously. She looked down into her cup to see her reflection. She stayed silent for a minute.
"Friday."
"Two days from now?" He asked, to no one in particular. She didn't move, nor speak. She looked back up at him for a fleeting moment then looked away.
"I can still feel your pain." She said suddenly. He looked up her, and, for a second, fear flashed in his eyes. "I can still see your memories."
"Amara.." A delicate, crystal tear made its way down Amara's cheek as she stared at him.
"It still haunts you, doesn't it?" Her voice was soft, afraid. "It still haunts me. All of it. I still see the pale, unconscious boy in the hospital bed. I still hear his scared voice." He looked down then got up and sat down next to her. Wordlessly, he brushed her tears away.
"Yes, it still haunts me. Day and night. In sleep and not in sleep." He replied after a moment of silence. Then he stood up. "Let's go." She nodded and stood up, following after him after he put money on the table.
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10-26-03
-Jess-
10-23-03
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Amara decided to eat outside. It was nicer. She went over to the X-Men, her fellow teammates, and parked herself next to Evan, who smiled and inched over so he could allow her room. They noticed her good mood, apparently.
"Hey, vhy are you so chipper?" Kurt asked with a toothy grin. She stared at him then blushed faintly.
"I'm just in a good mood. Is that so abnormal?" She asked, her gaze turning almost threatening as she glared at the elf.
"No." He said with wave of his hand, dismissing the tone of her voice. She sighed and relaxed. Kurt started eating and Kitty soon joined them, having noticed that they were outside.
"Its starting to get colder!" She said cheerily. "And we all know what that means!"
"Ja!" Kurt exclaimed, looking up from his food. He swallowed a mouthful. "Ze holidays." Scott's gaze wasn't on any of them, and they didn't care to notice. Amara smiled and excused herself, getting up to discard her lunch.
"Hey, Amara." A smooth, nervous voice said behind her. She turned her head and glanced over her shoulder. A small smile appeared on her face.
"Hey, Brandon." She replied in a soft, gentle tone. He smiled wider.
"There's a dance and all coming up.. I was wondering if you would-" He never got to finish. Hands slid themselves over Amara's eyes and a body pressed close to her.
"Hey there, Amara." A playful, familiar voice said in her ear. She pulled away and whirled around in shock.
"P- John!?" Her eyes were wide. She disregarded the tingling feeling of his body against hers. Brandon's eyes followed them, going from one to the other. This John person looked a little older than Amara, he noticed. And they looked really close. "What are you doing here?"
"I never finished my senior year, having dropped out to come here and get away from the folks." He said, shrugging. "Australia wasn't for me." He was about to say something else but she turned around and looked back at a boy, clad in his football jersy and baggy jeans.
"Excuse me a minute, would you, Brandon?" He nodded and she turned back around, facing St. John. "What did you want?"
"I was only wonderin' if I could have the pleasure of someone familiar relate the school's scheduling to me." He saw her glance at the other boy out of the corner of her eye. He sighed. "I'll just ask Rogue. Forgive my rude interruption." His tone settled in on her. She frowned and watched him walk away. Whatever happiness she had had faded in a ton of guilt.
"Amara? Are you okay?" She turned around.
"Yes." She answered emotionlessly. There was a cold chill to her voice that he wasn't used to hearing. "Let me think about the dance, Brandon." He nodded and watched her walk away.
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St. John slammed the door to his room and hurled his backpack across the room. He fell onto his bed and sighed dejectedly. Whatever chances with Amara he had before were gone. They disappeared in a dense fog. He scowled and took a few deep breaths. He started playing with his lighter, making little flaming people. He snapped the lighter closed and dropped it over the edge of the bed.
Maybe the Danger Room would turn his frown upside down.
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Gambit sat on the couch, his concentration peaked. He gently put another card down. He was building a card house. He measured it and bit his tongue, sweat starting to bead on his face. After 92 failed attempts, he was going to give up. When John had slammed the door, he had been startled and fell right into the cards. He had been working on it all day. No one complained because they were either at school, or they just plain didn't care.
"Jus' one mo' card.." He was about to place it on top when a boom and a slight tremor rose from the grounds. His cards fell over and he froze, still holding the card. He dropped it and sighed dejectedly. Rogue, who had been sick and hadn't went to school, was sitting in a chair on the other side of the room, reading, yet secretly watching his every move, walked over and wrapped her arms around him.
"Ya should relax, Sugah." He leaned back into her and tilted his head back, looking up at her.
"T'anks, Chére." He said with a smile. "But Remy be workin'."
"Ya ain't thinkin' of doin' that till ya finish, are ya?" He nodded grimly. "What in bloody hell is wrong wit' ya, Cajun?" He winked at her, giving her a small, secretive smile.
"Dat's fo' Remy t' know, and y' t' find out." She rolled her eyes then stretched and laid down on the couch. She yawned.
"Wake meh up when ya finish or when its time ta eat. Whichevah comes first." She smirked at him then closed her eyes. She soon fell asleep and Gambit watched her, listening to her calm, slow breaths. Her chest rose and fell gracefully, with a lot of ease. He looked back at the mess of cards. Soon, the other recruits would be coming in and disturbing her peaceful slumber. Picking up his cards, he pocketed them then gently picked her up. Carrying her up to his room, where she wouldn't be disturbed, he laid her down on his bed then left the room, closing the door behind him.
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John stared at the television, not even knowing, nor caring, what was on. He just stared at it. He flicked channels once in a while. Amara walked into the room from the kitchen and stopped, using the door to hide her. She stared at him then sighed. Perhaps she should apologize for the way she acted. She walked in and quietly crept up behind him. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
"I'm sorry for the way I acted today. It was very selfish of me." She whispered in his ear. He stiffened. She let go of him and walked around the couch, sitting down next to him. He gave her an upset look. A frown was on his face.
"No, it was selfish of me, Sheila." He said, sighing. She smiled and held her hand out to him. He took it and they shook.
"Friends." They said in unison. Amara bit her lip.
"I hope we never fight.." She folded her hands on her lap. She couldn't imagine them fighting. She DIDN'T want to imagine them fighting. She felt him wrap his arm around her and she leaned her head on his shoulder.
"Don't worry, Sheila." His voice was soft, gentle. She smiled and closed her eyes. This was much better than not admitting she was wrong.
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Amara walked into the kitchen and stretched. She had a cramp in her shoulders and she couldn't get rid of it.
"Hey, Sheila." John grinned at her and threw an apple her way. She caught it. "I still owe ya an apple." She smiled and walked over, sitting down next to him.
"I remember, you caused a ton of noise and Mr. Logan caught us. I never did finish my apple." She took a bite and moved her shoulders. She swallowed. "I have a horrible cramp in my shoulders.. This sucks so much." He got up and she stole the paper he was reading. She stiffened.
"Just relax, Sheila. That's what this is all about." He whispered in her ear. She shivered then totally relaxed. "Y'know, we've still got a half-hour before everyone comes down." She just nodded. He was giving her shoulders a nice massage. "Oi, you're full o' knots."
"Tell me about it." She said. A smile appeared on her face. She felt so relaxed. When he stopped about five minutes later, she felt so much better. "Thank you so much." She put her arms around his neck when he sat down and kissed his cheek.
"No problem, Sheila." He grinned at her. "I'm the master of massage." She sighed and smiled.
"You sure are." Logan walked in and poured himself a cup of coffee. "Hey there, Mr. Logan." He nodded to them.
"What's up?" John bit into a donut. Logan took the front page of the paper and set his coffee down on the windowsill. Then he sat down next to it.
"I won't be here when you get back from school, kids. I'm leavin' for a couple of days. There have been some sightings of metal doors and such bent right in half. I'm goin' to see what I can find out for Charles." He said, then took a sip from his coffee. "Magneto's been busy." John paled.
"He doesn't have his Acolytes with him so it should be easier to bring him down." Amara said. She looked at John then back at Logan. "There's only Sabretooth."
"Right." Logan agreed. "We still have to be on our guard. The fight is coming soon."
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Amara laughed and elbowed John in the side. They were both on their way to lunch. He grinned at her then shrugged.
"It ain't my fault."
"It never is." She said with a smile. He looked back ahead. He was happy that she was by him again. That was the only thing he wanted. Two people were watching them as they followed.
"I don't know him." Rebecca said quietly. "I've never met him and she never mentioned him to me before."
"They seem like they're a couple."
"They're not. She would've told me."
"John!" Amara laughed and John looked around innocently. "You're such a nerd." He gave her an offended look.
"Excuse me?" He asked, frowning. "I am not a nerd, Sheila."
"Of course not, St. John." She hooked her arm through his. "You're just a softy." He smirked and leaned his head on hers.
"Only underneath, Sheila." She slapped his arm playfully.
"I call that flirting." Brandon said with a scowl. "Two can play at that game." Rebecca blinked and looked over at him.
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"Wanna ride home with me?" St. John asked. Amara smiled brightly and nodded. "I've got the greatest car you'll ever see." They stopped by a black Mitsubishi. It had flames going up on the sides, in the front and on the trunk. Her eyes widened and she gasped. He kept it so neat, so clean. "I skipped sixth period and went to get it. It was up by where Mags used to be."
"It looks so cool." She said. He opened the door for her and allowed her to get in. He then closed the door and walked over to the other side.
"Want to go get something to drink?" She nodded excitedly. It felt like she was riding on clouds. He pulled up next to a little café and she got out. St. John followed her in and they picked out a booth. She stared out the window as she waited for her coffee.
"Its starting to get chilly out." She said quietly. She felt awkward going out with him. She didn't know whether or not to consider it a date. She shook her head. No, they were just friends. She sighed longingly. She had a weird feeling whenever she was around him. She just got all happy and nervous around him.
"Yeah, no more warm weather." He grinned. "As long as I have you or my lighter, I'll keep us warm." She blushed slightly and kept her gaze on the outside.
"Well, aren't you the cutest couple." The waitress said with a smile as she gave them their coffee. Amara was about to say something but the waitress interrupted her. "You look like you get along so well. You have my blessings." She left before either of them could say anything. St. John shrugged.
"We couldn't have said anything anyway." He calmly drank his coffee. She stared at him for a minute then looked down at her coffee. "Is anything wrong?" She looked back up and shook her head, taking a sip of her coffee.
"No, why?"
"You seem quiet." His eyes narrowed suspiciously. She raised an eyebrow.
"Well, I've just been thinking about things." She blew softly to cool her drink. Then she sipped at it. He continued to stare at her.
"Things like what?" He asked curiously. She paused.
"Just stupid things.." She shifted nervously. He raised an eyebrow and stared at her, waiting for the real answer. "All right, fine. Things like school and the dance that's coming up this week.." She trailed off. She had told Brandon that she would think about it. Whenever she was around John she just forgot about him.
"When is it?" He asked curiously. She looked down into her cup to see her reflection. She stayed silent for a minute.
"Friday."
"Two days from now?" He asked, to no one in particular. She didn't move, nor speak. She looked back up at him for a fleeting moment then looked away.
"I can still feel your pain." She said suddenly. He looked up her, and, for a second, fear flashed in his eyes. "I can still see your memories."
"Amara.." A delicate, crystal tear made its way down Amara's cheek as she stared at him.
"It still haunts you, doesn't it?" Her voice was soft, afraid. "It still haunts me. All of it. I still see the pale, unconscious boy in the hospital bed. I still hear his scared voice." He looked down then got up and sat down next to her. Wordlessly, he brushed her tears away.
"Yes, it still haunts me. Day and night. In sleep and not in sleep." He replied after a moment of silence. Then he stood up. "Let's go." She nodded and stood up, following after him after he put money on the table.
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10-26-03
-Jess-