A/n: Alrighty, here's chapter 3.
As usual I adore Reviews, and as always anytime I get one I squeal and do a little happy jig! (Believe me, according to passerby, it is quite a sight to see)It didn't take very long for me to decide to make this….
Pyro/Oc!
Why? Because right now I have a great loathing and dislike of Kitty.
Maybe I'll make a Pyro/Kitty once this story is over, but it will be a little while, I'm still working on ideas for it.
Any who, on with the story, the more you review the more I update!
Disclaimer: Psh.
From here on, the story goes back to when John and the OC have first met when he arrives at the mansion.
--X--
I walked through the foyer of the mansion to the front door.
Through the window I saw nothing but rain, but when I opened the door, my heart broke.
I stepped out into the storm and pulled this sad boy into a hug. I knew how he felt, I had once been exactly where he was, pouring rain and everything, only when the door opened nobody had pulled me into a hug.
But this boy, he looked like he hadn't been hugged in a long time, and judging by the way his body stiffened up, and then he broke down into tears, he really needed that hug. I spoke softly to him, before bringing him inside, and taking him to the professor's office.
Once inside, the Professor dismissed me, and told me to go clean myself up before I caught pneumonia, but I insisted upon staying.
"Ms Beckett, I really must protest to you staying here in sopping wet clothes. It is quite late, and your teeth chattering is not a good sign." Professor Xavier said to me, as I tried to warm myself up and stop my teeth from chattering.
The boy looked as if he wanted to say something, but he kept quiet.
Grudgingly I got up and headed towards my room.
--X--
After a shower I slipped into dry clothes and sunk down into my bed.
Suddenly, I was overwhelmed with tears. Hot tears raced down my face, and I was heaving, swallowing great gulps of air.
Sobbing over anything that I could think of, and not knowing why, I didn't hear when the new boy came in.
I jumped when a hand gingerly touched my shoulder; I sat up, still crying and looked at him.
"Why are you crying?" He questioned me. Unable to speak, I just shook my head as another sob came out. He pulled me into a tight hug, and held me as I cried, when my tears had finally subsided, I pulled back.
"You need cookies and milk," He said in a deciding voice as he pulled me up off the bed and towards the kitchen.
--X--
"So, what's your name? I don't think I caught it before," I questioned as I sat atop the island in the middle of the kitchen, munching on Oreos and milk.
"Pyro," He said as he looked at me from on the barstool he was sitting on. "No its not, what's the name on your birth certificate?" I questioned. "St. John Michael Allerdyce, but please, if you insist on calling me by that name, just call me John, I hate that horrible prefix at the beginning." He said with a slight smile.
"What's your name?" John now asked me.
"Avery Rae Beckett," I said smiling as I popped another whole Oreo into my mouth.
John's P.O.V.
Avery Rae Beckett, the name suited her well.
She sat on the counter, her legs Indian style, trying to balance an Oreo on the tip of her nose.
The Oreo fell off and she laughed, making her blue eyes positively sparkle and look like the brightest thing in the room. Her light brown hair was pulled up into a tight, high ponytail with bangs coming down across her right eye.
Her fair skin was smooth and the tank top and flannel pajama bottoms she was wearing didn't do her justice.
She was skinny and fit, but showed no visible muscle, she was just thin. For someone of her 5'5 stature she was blessed with curves, though they were proportioned to her body.
"So, I'm guessing you power has something to do with fire?" Avery asked me as she put the cookies away.
"Yeah," I replied, "Want to see?" "Sure," she answered back, seeming genuinely interesting. I took an old lighter out of my pocket and lit it. I absorbed the flame from the lighter into the palm of my hand, and began forming it into different shapes; first a miniature ocean, then what looked like a pen writing a letter on a sheet of paper, and then I looked up at her, her face was smiling brightly, her mouth was slightly agape, but she looked so interested in it, not like other people who had been frightened or disgusted.
"What's your favorite flower?" I asked, for some reason I wanted to impress her and show her what I could do, "Forget-Me-Nots," She said smiling.
With little concentration, but great attention to detail, I managed to form a single, but beautiful Forget-Me-Not.
"Wanna see my power?" She asked, if possible her smile getting even bigger. I nodded, still holding the flower. She reached over, trying to take the flower, but I pulled back.
"This is fire you know, it can burn you," I said, smirking. She stuck her tongue out at me and mocked my face, but in a more, well retarded manner, I suppose is the right way to put it.
"I know that doofus, just trust me," She said as she once again reached out for the flame. She reached out with her hand, and lightly touched the tips of my fingers with her own, sending a gentle electric shock through me. Slowly her hand over took the flame in my own, and as she pulled away and flipped her hand over, there sat the flower that I had formed just minutes ago.
"I'm a mimic," Avery said as she examined the fire closely, "I can mimic anyone's power by just touching them for a split second." She closed her hand and looked up at me.
"Pretty cool, huh?" She asked. "Yeah," I answered. "But you haven't seen the coolest part yet," Avery replied. "Come on, this is gonna be awesome."
--X--
Once we got outside she had me stand next to her.
"It doesn't always work after just one touch, but I think it will this time," She said. "Hand me your lighter,"
I handed it to her and watched as she lit the lighter, and took the flame into her hand. "How are you doing that?" I asked, amazed.
"I'm a really powerful mimic, I just have to touch somebody once or twice and their mutation gets ingrained into me. It's kind of confusing, that's really just the simple version of it." She said.
Suddenly she shot the ball of fire out onto the grass and formed it into a section on Forget-Me-Nots. Seconds later she put her hand back out and pulled all the fire back into her palm.
"Well, I'm kind of tired, so I guess I'm gonna go to bed now," She said, smiling shyly. "G'night John, see you tomorrow morning."
I watched as she walked away and realized she still had my lighter,
'Oh well,' I thought, 'I'll just get it from her tomorrow morning."
And I walked back to the mansion, alone but my head consumed with thoughts of a certain mimic.
--X--
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