This Comp is a pain in the ass.
Chapter 21- Show and Tell
Tristian followed Rogue into the common room where only Bobby and John sat, watching the television at last. He imagined they'd been waiting to get their hands on the remote control since earlier that morning A few times already John used his room for television purposes while he worked out in the gym as he had been spending most his time there, spending his energy on it, although it was his physical energy instead of power energy that he was practicing and using.
The two on the couch flipped the TV off, tossing the remote onto the table as they approached. John turned around as they walked in, "How'd it go?"
"I passed," Rogue beamed.
Bobby stood, putting his arms around her waist. "I figured as much."
Tristian felt a pang of pity. He knew the two wanted to kiss at that and couldn't without putting poor Bobby in a seizure. He had to help her with this problem.
"It went great," Rogue smiled and turned her head, eyes on Tristian. "We start a different type a' training tomorra."
"What do you mean?" Bobby frowned.
She swung her head back to hi, giddy with glee. "Tristian is goin' to teach me how to control my power so I can touch without hurting."
Bobby flicked his eyes up to him. "You can do that?"
He nodded, "Yes, I can do that."
"How?"
"Mainly with the power I have in me. I mean, she could do it on her own. But with me there, it'll speed up the process," he told him, leaning against the end of the couch. "Of course you'll have to play guinea pig to this and risk a few headaches."
"I'll do it," he said quickly. "Anything to help her."
He smiled, "Okay then. Tomorrow it is."
John stood from the couch, lighter in hand. "Your power allows you to do that?"
"Yeah," he nodded, watching John. Curiosity flowed in his eyes, tensing him, putting up his shield.
John pursued his lips, "You never really told us what you could do?"
"You never really asked and I never bothered telling you or anyone for that matter."
"Except Dr. Grey," he smiled, flicking his lighter.
Tristian tensed and he could feel Bobby and Rogue grow anxious. "Nothing to do with you John, stay out of it."
He shrugged smugly, "I couldn't give a rats ass. All I want are other answers."
Tristian rubbed his eyes. He should have seen this coming. John was more than likely to ask sooner than later. He had that kind of nature where he didn't care what you thought of him or that he didn't care what he said might have an effect. He took risks, pushed buttons to the limit.
"So what can you do?" John asked him, continuing to flick his Zippo lighter, open, close, open, close.
Tristian glanced at the lighter, eyes fixed on it, figuring him out. His gaze moved up to John's face. "What can you do, John? You never showed me your power. I only know you carry a lighter and they call you Pyro. I assumed fire."
"Uh-uh, I asked you first," he told him, shaking his head, leaning against the table.
Bobby rolled his eyes. "He won't let it go to till you tell him. It's been two weeks, it's killing him."
Tristian nodded his head, rubbing his chin, then sighing, patting the top of the sofa lightly in a thinking manner. "I mostly go by Tristian as you all know by now, but I'm called Shadow Fire seventy-five percent of the time."
"And the other quarter?" Rogue asked curiously, she'd been quiet since. The question took him off guard.
His dark eyes flicked to her, "I don't really want to discuss that."
She nodded, taking a step back, moving closer to Bobby. He sighed a laugh, eyes on the floor, "I'm not mad I just don't want to talk about, but I always seem to make people uneasy. You should see them when my eyes change."
"Change?" she scrunched her face in a frown, rubbing her gloved arms, he wondered if she was having second thoughts on letting him help her develop her powers.
He looked back up at her and she gasped, fighting the urge to scream. She gripped Bobby's arm and he put his arm protectively around her on reaction to the sight. His irises were silver in color instead of the normal black, making the black of his corneas glow unnaturally in a dark manner.
"Wicked," John smiled, enjoying himself.
Tristian blinked and it was gone. "I won't do it again, Rogue. I didn't mean to startle you, but you asked." He rubbed his eyes with his fingers. "I normally don't do that unless I'm in a fighting situation or severely pissed off."
"So what can you do?" John asked, shifting his weight to the other foot.
"I just told you," Tristian told him, sighing.
He shook his head. "No, you told me your name and showed your eyes. What's so special about you, that the professor and Scott are in such a tizzy? I see the way they are around you, it has to be something good. Yeah, I know you're a trimutant, but why is it such a big damn issue?"
"I don't know if it's any of your business," he sighed, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the back of the couch.
"He won't stop until you show him. He'll be more obnoxious while you teach us, too. And he won't shut up, trust me, I know. He hasn't shut up in two weeks," Bobby sighed, arm still around Rogue's waist, but with less protection, more comfort.
Tristian chuckled a bit looking at John. "You sure are a determined fellow."
John smiled smugly. Tristian was liking him more and more as the weeks went on. He could almost see himself in John.
"Alright I'll show you why I have them in such a fit.," he held one of his hands out, palm up, the other tucked around him still. He looked at them then his eyes flicked to his hand. "I can do some things just like that," he snapped his fingers and a flame appeared, hovering in his hand an inch above his upturned palm.
"You can create fire," John whispered staring memorized at the flame in awe.
"Yeah, just like you can control it."
He shook his head, getting out of his daze. "That's not so special."
Tristian knew it was going to take everything to prove his point to this kid. "I'm a healer, too."
"Like Logan?" Rogue questioned with her Southern drawl.
"Kinda, but I can't heal myself, least not entirely like Logan can. But I can heal others and bring them back from the dead if they haven't been dead long."
"Doesn't that hurt you?" Bobby asked with concern.
Tristian face fell a little, looked saddened a bit to the three. He nodded, "Yeah it does," he shook his head. "But I can heal. Never did anything big though, but I'm good at cuts and broken bones."
"Is that why they fuss so much?" of course John asked the question.
Tristian let out a loud breath, "What will it take to impress you, John?"
"Everything," he grinned.
Tristian looked around the room. It was dark enough. The moon was already up outside and the only thing lighting the room was a lamp on the table across the room. "Alright boys and girls, this is a one time trick, watch carefully."
They kept their eyes on him and he took a deep breath, letting himself go. His skin, muscle, bones, and blood all faded at once turning into darkness and he made himself float down and under the couch across the way.
"Where'd he go?" he heard Rogue shriek.
"I-I don't know," came John's stuttered reply, he'd impressed the boy alright. "he was there a second ago."
He reformed by the lamp and flicked it off then back on. They spun around looking at him with wide eyes. He smiled. "And those are my three tricks."
"How'd you do that?" Bobby asked.
"I can blend into shadows. I can't do it by day, it looks too stupid and obvious to see a black cloud thing floating around, but at night…no one can see you." He walked back over to them.
"You have three powers…how is that possible?" Rogue asked in awe, holding Bobby's hand now.
"I'm a trimutant…it's a rare form of mutant and most trimutants are very powerful," he answered.
"That's why their so into you. Now I get what a trimutant is at least," John stated.
"Yeah," he nodded. He didn't want to go into it much, he knew the next question would be about where he came from, it was the last one he wanted to answer. He looked at his wrist watch, hitting the button on the side, illuminating it in a green light. "It's getting late, you three should get to bed. You got training tomorrow and I want to start some new things with you three"
They nodded in agreement, starting towards the stairs. He stopped them. "I got a better idea."
They frowned, he smiled. "Rogue, you holding Bobby's hand tight?"
"Yeah, why."
He didn't answer, only grabbed her around the waist and grabbed John by the shoulder, forcing them all to let go, fall into shadows with his thriving power. He heard a gasp from Rogue and then led the way, floating the three of them up into the vent and then out into Rogue's room. Her roommate was in the bathroom at the moment.
He materialized them in the room. They all breathed deeply, not from lack of air but the element of surprise.
"That was cool," Rogue smiled, after letting out a breath. "Thanks for the lift."
"Anytime. Tomorrow at ten okay," he told her and she nodded, eyes flickering at Bobby and John. "You guys want a lift to your room."
"Yeah," both said at once, dying to take a chance again.
He laughed, "Alright let's go."
Bobby gave Rogue a quick kiss on the cheek then Tristian put a hand on his shoulder and his other on John's shoulder. It was easier, they were ready for it. He floated them out from under the cracks in the door and down the hall, around the corner and into the room they shared together.
Bobby smiled, putting his hand out. "Hey, thanks Tristian. I appreciate the lift."
He shook his hand, glad to gain a friend. "No problem Bobby."
"I'm gonna take a shower," he said, hitting John on the shoulder.
He nodded, letting him take it.
Tristian studied John for a moment. "It seems to me John you want to do more than control flames."
John looked at him, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "What?"
"You want to create fire too."
"So what if I do?" he ran a hand through his hair. "I can't either way."
He considered it for half a second, "What if I told you you could?"
John's eyes shot up and he looked at him in disbelief, "You can do that."
"I think with enough practice you can," he nodded. "How do you think I learned to do this?" he said letting a flame rise in his hand and hover. He snatched it, letting it disappear in his palm.
"I want to learn," he told him eagerly.
"You can't use it for bad though, Pyro," he warned him. "You can't wrong anyone."
He looked at the seriousness on Tristian's face. "Okay, I won't hurt people with it if I learn."
"Okay then," he nodded, satisfied with the promise. "Meet me out back tomorrow at 1. I'll be done with Rogue and Bobby by then and I'll get you started."
He grinned broadly. "Okay, thanks Trist, I owe you one."
"Don't thank me just yet," he told him, disappearing and going back to his own room where he materialized.
He sat by the window, staring at the night sky, thinking of Bonnie and the life he lost. "Don't thank me at all." His fingers played with the emerald around his neck, imagining what life would be if things were different, if he were with Jean.
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Chapter 21- Show and Tell
Tristian followed Rogue into the common room where only Bobby and John sat, watching the television at last. He imagined they'd been waiting to get their hands on the remote control since earlier that morning A few times already John used his room for television purposes while he worked out in the gym as he had been spending most his time there, spending his energy on it, although it was his physical energy instead of power energy that he was practicing and using.
The two on the couch flipped the TV off, tossing the remote onto the table as they approached. John turned around as they walked in, "How'd it go?"
"I passed," Rogue beamed.
Bobby stood, putting his arms around her waist. "I figured as much."
Tristian felt a pang of pity. He knew the two wanted to kiss at that and couldn't without putting poor Bobby in a seizure. He had to help her with this problem.
"It went great," Rogue smiled and turned her head, eyes on Tristian. "We start a different type a' training tomorra."
"What do you mean?" Bobby frowned.
She swung her head back to hi, giddy with glee. "Tristian is goin' to teach me how to control my power so I can touch without hurting."
Bobby flicked his eyes up to him. "You can do that?"
He nodded, "Yes, I can do that."
"How?"
"Mainly with the power I have in me. I mean, she could do it on her own. But with me there, it'll speed up the process," he told him, leaning against the end of the couch. "Of course you'll have to play guinea pig to this and risk a few headaches."
"I'll do it," he said quickly. "Anything to help her."
He smiled, "Okay then. Tomorrow it is."
John stood from the couch, lighter in hand. "Your power allows you to do that?"
"Yeah," he nodded, watching John. Curiosity flowed in his eyes, tensing him, putting up his shield.
John pursued his lips, "You never really told us what you could do?"
"You never really asked and I never bothered telling you or anyone for that matter."
"Except Dr. Grey," he smiled, flicking his lighter.
Tristian tensed and he could feel Bobby and Rogue grow anxious. "Nothing to do with you John, stay out of it."
He shrugged smugly, "I couldn't give a rats ass. All I want are other answers."
Tristian rubbed his eyes. He should have seen this coming. John was more than likely to ask sooner than later. He had that kind of nature where he didn't care what you thought of him or that he didn't care what he said might have an effect. He took risks, pushed buttons to the limit.
"So what can you do?" John asked him, continuing to flick his Zippo lighter, open, close, open, close.
Tristian glanced at the lighter, eyes fixed on it, figuring him out. His gaze moved up to John's face. "What can you do, John? You never showed me your power. I only know you carry a lighter and they call you Pyro. I assumed fire."
"Uh-uh, I asked you first," he told him, shaking his head, leaning against the table.
Bobby rolled his eyes. "He won't let it go to till you tell him. It's been two weeks, it's killing him."
Tristian nodded his head, rubbing his chin, then sighing, patting the top of the sofa lightly in a thinking manner. "I mostly go by Tristian as you all know by now, but I'm called Shadow Fire seventy-five percent of the time."
"And the other quarter?" Rogue asked curiously, she'd been quiet since. The question took him off guard.
His dark eyes flicked to her, "I don't really want to discuss that."
She nodded, taking a step back, moving closer to Bobby. He sighed a laugh, eyes on the floor, "I'm not mad I just don't want to talk about, but I always seem to make people uneasy. You should see them when my eyes change."
"Change?" she scrunched her face in a frown, rubbing her gloved arms, he wondered if she was having second thoughts on letting him help her develop her powers.
He looked back up at her and she gasped, fighting the urge to scream. She gripped Bobby's arm and he put his arm protectively around her on reaction to the sight. His irises were silver in color instead of the normal black, making the black of his corneas glow unnaturally in a dark manner.
"Wicked," John smiled, enjoying himself.
Tristian blinked and it was gone. "I won't do it again, Rogue. I didn't mean to startle you, but you asked." He rubbed his eyes with his fingers. "I normally don't do that unless I'm in a fighting situation or severely pissed off."
"So what can you do?" John asked, shifting his weight to the other foot.
"I just told you," Tristian told him, sighing.
He shook his head. "No, you told me your name and showed your eyes. What's so special about you, that the professor and Scott are in such a tizzy? I see the way they are around you, it has to be something good. Yeah, I know you're a trimutant, but why is it such a big damn issue?"
"I don't know if it's any of your business," he sighed, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the back of the couch.
"He won't stop until you show him. He'll be more obnoxious while you teach us, too. And he won't shut up, trust me, I know. He hasn't shut up in two weeks," Bobby sighed, arm still around Rogue's waist, but with less protection, more comfort.
Tristian chuckled a bit looking at John. "You sure are a determined fellow."
John smiled smugly. Tristian was liking him more and more as the weeks went on. He could almost see himself in John.
"Alright I'll show you why I have them in such a fit.," he held one of his hands out, palm up, the other tucked around him still. He looked at them then his eyes flicked to his hand. "I can do some things just like that," he snapped his fingers and a flame appeared, hovering in his hand an inch above his upturned palm.
"You can create fire," John whispered staring memorized at the flame in awe.
"Yeah, just like you can control it."
He shook his head, getting out of his daze. "That's not so special."
Tristian knew it was going to take everything to prove his point to this kid. "I'm a healer, too."
"Like Logan?" Rogue questioned with her Southern drawl.
"Kinda, but I can't heal myself, least not entirely like Logan can. But I can heal others and bring them back from the dead if they haven't been dead long."
"Doesn't that hurt you?" Bobby asked with concern.
Tristian face fell a little, looked saddened a bit to the three. He nodded, "Yeah it does," he shook his head. "But I can heal. Never did anything big though, but I'm good at cuts and broken bones."
"Is that why they fuss so much?" of course John asked the question.
Tristian let out a loud breath, "What will it take to impress you, John?"
"Everything," he grinned.
Tristian looked around the room. It was dark enough. The moon was already up outside and the only thing lighting the room was a lamp on the table across the room. "Alright boys and girls, this is a one time trick, watch carefully."
They kept their eyes on him and he took a deep breath, letting himself go. His skin, muscle, bones, and blood all faded at once turning into darkness and he made himself float down and under the couch across the way.
"Where'd he go?" he heard Rogue shriek.
"I-I don't know," came John's stuttered reply, he'd impressed the boy alright. "he was there a second ago."
He reformed by the lamp and flicked it off then back on. They spun around looking at him with wide eyes. He smiled. "And those are my three tricks."
"How'd you do that?" Bobby asked.
"I can blend into shadows. I can't do it by day, it looks too stupid and obvious to see a black cloud thing floating around, but at night…no one can see you." He walked back over to them.
"You have three powers…how is that possible?" Rogue asked in awe, holding Bobby's hand now.
"I'm a trimutant…it's a rare form of mutant and most trimutants are very powerful," he answered.
"That's why their so into you. Now I get what a trimutant is at least," John stated.
"Yeah," he nodded. He didn't want to go into it much, he knew the next question would be about where he came from, it was the last one he wanted to answer. He looked at his wrist watch, hitting the button on the side, illuminating it in a green light. "It's getting late, you three should get to bed. You got training tomorrow and I want to start some new things with you three"
They nodded in agreement, starting towards the stairs. He stopped them. "I got a better idea."
They frowned, he smiled. "Rogue, you holding Bobby's hand tight?"
"Yeah, why."
He didn't answer, only grabbed her around the waist and grabbed John by the shoulder, forcing them all to let go, fall into shadows with his thriving power. He heard a gasp from Rogue and then led the way, floating the three of them up into the vent and then out into Rogue's room. Her roommate was in the bathroom at the moment.
He materialized them in the room. They all breathed deeply, not from lack of air but the element of surprise.
"That was cool," Rogue smiled, after letting out a breath. "Thanks for the lift."
"Anytime. Tomorrow at ten okay," he told her and she nodded, eyes flickering at Bobby and John. "You guys want a lift to your room."
"Yeah," both said at once, dying to take a chance again.
He laughed, "Alright let's go."
Bobby gave Rogue a quick kiss on the cheek then Tristian put a hand on his shoulder and his other on John's shoulder. It was easier, they were ready for it. He floated them out from under the cracks in the door and down the hall, around the corner and into the room they shared together.
Bobby smiled, putting his hand out. "Hey, thanks Tristian. I appreciate the lift."
He shook his hand, glad to gain a friend. "No problem Bobby."
"I'm gonna take a shower," he said, hitting John on the shoulder.
He nodded, letting him take it.
Tristian studied John for a moment. "It seems to me John you want to do more than control flames."
John looked at him, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "What?"
"You want to create fire too."
"So what if I do?" he ran a hand through his hair. "I can't either way."
He considered it for half a second, "What if I told you you could?"
John's eyes shot up and he looked at him in disbelief, "You can do that."
"I think with enough practice you can," he nodded. "How do you think I learned to do this?" he said letting a flame rise in his hand and hover. He snatched it, letting it disappear in his palm.
"I want to learn," he told him eagerly.
"You can't use it for bad though, Pyro," he warned him. "You can't wrong anyone."
He looked at the seriousness on Tristian's face. "Okay, I won't hurt people with it if I learn."
"Okay then," he nodded, satisfied with the promise. "Meet me out back tomorrow at 1. I'll be done with Rogue and Bobby by then and I'll get you started."
He grinned broadly. "Okay, thanks Trist, I owe you one."
"Don't thank me just yet," he told him, disappearing and going back to his own room where he materialized.
He sat by the window, staring at the night sky, thinking of Bonnie and the life he lost. "Don't thank me at all." His fingers played with the emerald around his neck, imagining what life would be if things were different, if he were with Jean.
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