A/N: I've kept you all waiting long enough
Disclaimer: I only own Tristian. All others belong to Marvel
Coupling: So far B/R and a lovely triangle of S/J/L though I know some people are rooting for Tristian and Jean, but we'll see…
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Chapter 36 – Intuition
Tristian sat on the window seat in his room, tracing his fingers along the glass and wooden panes. It wasn't that he was bored, because he wasn't. At least he didn't feel bored. He didn't feel like doing much but thinking and that's what he'd been doing for the past hour since his trio of friends left. He watched them leave…taking the car and heading towards the city while he gave Jean the heads up on the situation.
About fifteen minutes later he saw Jean and Logan leaving the mansion, going the same way he saw his friends go. That's when he knew something was up with them. They had gotten into some kind of trouble and now Logan and Jean had to bail them out of it. She only took Logan when it was serious. Something told him his 'bad feeling' had been more then feeling but a true calling. Hopefully nothing too bad.
He laughed a bit, those three seemed to boil up trouble wherever they went, never a dull moment. People just seemed to know they were mutants, it was as if they had I'M A MUTANT tattooed on their forehead or carried big flashing neon lights with the words on MUTANT HERE on it. It wasn't unusual for three teenagers to go walking around, all teenagers did that. But these three had the worst luck.
He felt the room shake and looked back out the window to see the basketball court split apart and the jet take off. His heart hammered, something was definitely wrong. A small part of his mind said this was probably just to pick them up from the little mischief they got into. But the speed at which Scot left told him something was definitely not right. Majority ruled.
Tristian stood up only to sit back down. He figured he wouldn't even get a straight answer if he asked around. Ororo wouldn't know and that ruled Kurt out. Xavier wouldn't tell him anything even though he knew. He'd say that everything was fine and he had nothing to worry about. But something wasn't right…not at all.
His friends were into more trouble than he could have thought possible. He gazed out the window memories flashing in his mind. It was just like it had been years ago, when his other friends were killed. He brushed it aside, no one was hurt, no one was dead. It was all in his mind.
Outside the jet came back in, landing back inside the court. He took a deep breath to steady his heart, trying to convince himself that everything was okay, nothing was wrong. But his heart wouldn't stop pounding, he could feel his pulse in his stomach. Nothing was wrong, everyone was fine, he told himself. They were back quick, meaning it couldn't have been as bad as he thought it was.
His bedroom door flew open and Tristian jumped to his feet in surprise feeling his power rise. But it all collapsed inside him as he took in a worn out Rogue and Bobby. His eyes flickered to their blood covered clothes and hands.
He looked at them, searching for an answer but fearing it. Something terrible had happened and by the look on their faces, it wasn't good, wasn't good at all.
"It's John," Bobby gasped out, hands on his knees.
"He's hurt," Rogue sputtered with a deep inhale, leaned her body against the wall.
Tristian didn't even bother to grab them. He slipped into shadow and hurried for the vent, disappearing in a flash.
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You're just going to have to wait and see what happens to John in the next chapter…it gets good.
Next: Chapter 37- Give and Take
Tristian finds the damage done to Pyro and pushes himself to the limit, risking both their lives…what will happen?
COMING SOON
Disclaimer: I only own Tristian. All others belong to Marvel
Coupling: So far B/R and a lovely triangle of S/J/L though I know some people are rooting for Tristian and Jean, but we'll see…
~~~~~~~~~~***************
Chapter 36 – Intuition
Tristian sat on the window seat in his room, tracing his fingers along the glass and wooden panes. It wasn't that he was bored, because he wasn't. At least he didn't feel bored. He didn't feel like doing much but thinking and that's what he'd been doing for the past hour since his trio of friends left. He watched them leave…taking the car and heading towards the city while he gave Jean the heads up on the situation.
About fifteen minutes later he saw Jean and Logan leaving the mansion, going the same way he saw his friends go. That's when he knew something was up with them. They had gotten into some kind of trouble and now Logan and Jean had to bail them out of it. She only took Logan when it was serious. Something told him his 'bad feeling' had been more then feeling but a true calling. Hopefully nothing too bad.
He laughed a bit, those three seemed to boil up trouble wherever they went, never a dull moment. People just seemed to know they were mutants, it was as if they had I'M A MUTANT tattooed on their forehead or carried big flashing neon lights with the words on MUTANT HERE on it. It wasn't unusual for three teenagers to go walking around, all teenagers did that. But these three had the worst luck.
He felt the room shake and looked back out the window to see the basketball court split apart and the jet take off. His heart hammered, something was definitely wrong. A small part of his mind said this was probably just to pick them up from the little mischief they got into. But the speed at which Scot left told him something was definitely not right. Majority ruled.
Tristian stood up only to sit back down. He figured he wouldn't even get a straight answer if he asked around. Ororo wouldn't know and that ruled Kurt out. Xavier wouldn't tell him anything even though he knew. He'd say that everything was fine and he had nothing to worry about. But something wasn't right…not at all.
His friends were into more trouble than he could have thought possible. He gazed out the window memories flashing in his mind. It was just like it had been years ago, when his other friends were killed. He brushed it aside, no one was hurt, no one was dead. It was all in his mind.
Outside the jet came back in, landing back inside the court. He took a deep breath to steady his heart, trying to convince himself that everything was okay, nothing was wrong. But his heart wouldn't stop pounding, he could feel his pulse in his stomach. Nothing was wrong, everyone was fine, he told himself. They were back quick, meaning it couldn't have been as bad as he thought it was.
His bedroom door flew open and Tristian jumped to his feet in surprise feeling his power rise. But it all collapsed inside him as he took in a worn out Rogue and Bobby. His eyes flickered to their blood covered clothes and hands.
He looked at them, searching for an answer but fearing it. Something terrible had happened and by the look on their faces, it wasn't good, wasn't good at all.
"It's John," Bobby gasped out, hands on his knees.
"He's hurt," Rogue sputtered with a deep inhale, leaned her body against the wall.
Tristian didn't even bother to grab them. He slipped into shadow and hurried for the vent, disappearing in a flash.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~******************
You're just going to have to wait and see what happens to John in the next chapter…it gets good.
Next: Chapter 37- Give and Take
Tristian finds the damage done to Pyro and pushes himself to the limit, risking both their lives…what will happen?
COMING SOON