Discalimer: I only wish I owned X-Men. Then I could have Pyro make me some type of flamming food dish.

Note: This has got to be one of the funnier chapters if you look at it. I woke up laughing from this part of the dream. I still find it hard to see Pyro dancing.

John made two Explosions, which were basically ice cream, chocolate, whipped cream, and cherries. He put them in plastic crystal glasses (since the school didn't want to deal with broken dishes) and carried them over to Lara, who was waiting at the small breakfast table. Pyro handed her a spoon and then dug into his.

Wild Thing watched his back the entire time, picturing his shirtless self until she shook her head in disgust. Crazy, Lara. Crazy. When she took a bite out of his creation, she had to admit that it was excellent.

"Where did you learn how to make this?" she asked him, halfway finished.

"Eh, it's the result of waking up in the middle of the night and having nothing to do."

"Well, it's great. You think I'd be able to persuade you to give me the recipe?" she asked him and grinned devilishly.

"Depends…"

"Alright," she sighed, "I guess I'll just have to get you to make it." Pyro smirked and put the empty dishes in the sink. He leaned against the doorframe with his arms folded across his chest.

Lara watched him carefully and was about to make a smart remark when Storm came in, looking for her.

"Is Lara…? Oh! There you are. Rouge and I found something that might be of use to you." She held out a long, clear pole that retracted into a smaller version of itself so it could go into a pocket.

"It's supposed to store electrical current, so once you load it with your bolts, you can use it at any time instead of taking energy away from others. We thought you'd like it, plus the neighbors have been complaining about the 'light posts flickering on and off'." Storm threw the stick, which Wild Thing easily caught. John snorted and put his hand under his nose to hide his smile.

"Cool. Thanks. Tell Rouge I said that, too, please?" Storm nodded and left.

"Alright, Hot-Shot. Let's go."

"Go where?"

"I'll show you when we get there." Lara grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the room and down the hallway.

Pyro was surprised at her actions and almost fell flat on the floor when she jerked him around the corner. She never let go of his hand, either. He didn't have a clue where they were going until she rounded another corner and pushed open the door marked 'Gym'.

"Uh, Wild?"

"Shh." She put her finger over her lips and glanced back at him. He raised an eyebrow and looked around. What exactly was she planning? She let go of his hand and turned on the gym CD player. She put in a disk, careful to keep the volume down as the first few lines came out.

She's taking her time making up

The reasons

To justify all the hurt inside

Guess she knows from the smiles

And the look in their eyes

Everyone's got a theory about the

Bitter one

They're saying "Mamma never loved

Her much."

And, "Daddy never keeps in touch.

That's why she shies away from human affection."

Pyro looked at her curiously. She walked back over to him and loosely placed her arms around his neck.

"I've heard about that dance they have here. And I can't dance all that well. So, I've chosen you to help me practice," she whispered in his ear and placed his hands on her hips. Pyro looked at her arms and then back up to her face.

"Uh, why? Has someone asked you?"

"No. But I'm going whether they do or not."

She started swaying slightly and soon she and John were moving around the floor in a slow dance. They didn't know what steps they were following, they just went along with what felt right.

Pyro looked at her face; her eyes were closed and a faint smile played on her lips. He never thought that he would be dancing in a gym like this. Who would? He looked down at her as she leaned into him and rested her cheek on his shoulder. John relaxed a bit and placed his hand on the small of her back. They moved closer and closer until they were standing in the same place in a slow, swaying dance.

"Lara?" John whispered.

"Hmmm?"

"I…if we're going to practice together like this, then…Would you go to the dance with me?" he asked her and she lifted her face up close to his.

"I'd like that, Hot-Shot." Lara smiled and then rested her head back on his shoulder.

Pyro felt like throwing a fireball into the ceiling for celebration, but instead looked back at the other fireball he held in his arms. She's going to the dance with me. ME. No one else…

They danced blissfully until the dinner bell jolted them to, well…alertness. Lara turned the radio off and smirked at John.

"Ready to go eat whatever Doomsday Surprise they're serving?" she teased him.

"Well, when you put it that way…" he grinned. "Yeah, come on."

Pyro: No, no no! I dance! I can't dance!

Lara: In this dream you can.