Title: A Spark Of Good From The Burn Of Evil
Rating: FRT
Disclaimer: I own Ashley, nothing more. Just the idea.
Spoilers: X1, X2, X3
Summary: Your past is the blueprint for your future. Rogue knew this better than anyone. Future fic. Ryro, slight RoLo, Bobby/Rogue vibes.
Most characters will have a slight bit of OOC, but given the storyline, I don't know how they'd react to this situation.
I changed a few things from the movie, so it's possible AU.
Yes, Pyro and Rogue will be re-acquainted soon.
Through the garage they came. Down the secret passageway, around the corners, left, right, then another left. The sliding hatch panel opened effortlessly as three members of the Brotherhood entered the hallway where the living quarters were located in Charles Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters.
"This way." Said Callisto as she pointed down the hallway.
Even in the dim light, Pyro could remember every detail relating to this hall. Dark green carpet gave way under his feet. Dark mahogany wooden panels were placed strategically covering the wall to desway deciphering the locations of secret tunnels. Some painting hung on the wall. Various masterpieces of Leonardo Da Vinci, and Michelangelo hung between plaques of recommendation from the President to Mutant Right's organizations.
As they passed the sixth door on the left, Pyro had to stop. This had been his room.
A burned area of the wood near the doorknob was a reminder of the time his anger got the better of him and he released it the only way he knew how. A small dent lay in the wood, where Iceman's head had banged into one time during one of their Fire vs. Ice disagreements that got out of hand. Even the three scratch marks that Wolverine had made when he threatened to kick Pyro out, even though he didn't have the authority, for setting some curtains on fire.
"Yo, Sparky!" Callisto hissed. "You comin' or admiring the wood work?"
Pyro turned away from the door and regrouped with his fellow Brotherhood.
"Call me Sparky one more time and I'll singe your eyebrows."
"You can't run that fast."
"Excuse me." Magneto interrupted. Normally he enjoyed watching these two squabble, but now wasn't the time. "Perhaps you two can find some other time to insult the other's abilities. Now, we have more important things at hand."
Callisto and Pyro just glared at each other.
"Now Callisto, lead the way."
It was a quarter to three in the morning when Logan sat in front of the TV with a beer in hand. As usual, he found it difficult to sleep, so TV was the best option. Turing on the TV, he channel flicked until he landed on a documentary on the Discovery Channel about the Rocky Mountains in Canada. Home sweet home! Just as the narrator was about to introduce the climate variations between the base of the mountain and the peak, the shuffling of feet entered Wolverine's acute ears. Just by the frequency of the steps, Wolverine guessed there must have been three or four students.
Damn kids! Sneaking around in the middle of the night!
Getting up from the couch, he headed his way up the stairs.
As he reached the floor, the shuffling seemed to stop.
'Musta went back to bed.'
Normally, he would have turned around and headed back to the TV and his beer, but there was something that said this was worth checking out.
"Wait." Said Callisto as they came three or four doors away from their intended target. "There's someone else it there."
"What? You said she was alone." Magneto questioned.
"No. I said I knew where she was. You…" she pointed an accusing finger at Magneto. "…assumed she'd be alone."
The plan had been to go in, take the girl, and leave without anyone knowing. It was assumed she would have been alone, as her parent's presumably sent her here. The kidnapping, or as Magneto called it, extraction for a greater good, was to go as smoothly as possible.
Pyro smirked. He never liked the idea to begin with.
"Told ya this as a bad idea."
"Shut up." Callisto hissed and turned to Magneto. "Now what are we gonna do?"
It seemed no one had time to think about it.
"What he hell are you doing here?" and the sound of extending claws echoed throughout the hall.
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Author's Note: Again, short. The more important stuff will be longer. And I know the whole kidnapping plotline really sucks, and I know it makes absolutely no sense, but I couldn't think of anything better. Sorry…
