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About 2 and a half hours later, they arrived at Bobby's home. Which looked more like something out of a TV advertisement than a place where people actually lived. Bobby took the key from under the doormat and called out for his family...Apparently no one was home.
Scorch's leg was feeling a lot better so she could limp now she walked into Bobby's home next to John, they were both snapping their lighters at the exact same time. Bobby turned around and looked at them
"I'll try and find you some clothes." He said and turned his head around to Scorch and Pyro. "Don't burn anything."
"Well I'm gonna try and pull the bits of glass out." She explained.
"You do realise that the cuts have been healing around the glass, so pulling them out will sting like a bitch." Logan explained walking around the two.
"Well duh it's gonna sting any way I do it, but I may as well try and get them out." She said as John sat down next to her. She grabbed a peice of glass and tried the rip it out quick approach...It failed.
"FUCK WANK PISSING BUCKET FULL OF BOLLOCKS!" She shouted as she yanked, she had pulled hard, but the glass stayed in place."...I might just wait for Dr.Gee".She said quietly. When she looked up she saw John had gotten up and was looking at the Drake's family photos. She walked (Limped) up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, causing him to jump a little before holding his arms against hers.
"Is it just me or are happy families really depressing." She whispered in his ear.
"It's not just you babe." He said and they just stared at the photos for a while longer.
"Well, I'm gonna see whether Frosty found me some clothes or if I'll have to keep on wearing the bloody ones." She smiled and walked up to one of the bedrooms and found what looked like a fairly punkish room. "HEY BOBBY!" She shouted down the hall. Bobby walked in to find Scorch rooting through a bunch of his brothers girlfriend's stuff.
"Can I take some of these things...Please, those tartan skinny fit jeans and Madina Lake Adalia top are practically screaming my name...Ohh and those Rocket Dog boots too and the MLPD (A/N Madina Lake Police Department) Hoodie, oh and that Madina Lake Scarf..." She kept on babbling about the clothes for another 2 minutes until Bobby stopped her.
"Alright just take the goddamned stuff already." He almost screamed completely serious.
"OH MY GOD...thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou" Even though Bobby was right there, she took off her bloody shirt and put the Madina Lake one straight on. "Perfect fit" She squealed ran (Hobbled) over to Bobby and planted a kiss on his cheek. "You are now in my top 3 friends." She said as she went to the downstairs bathroom to put on the rest of her clothes. John knocked on the door.
"So uhh you need any help in there or are you good?" He asked with a hint of playfulness in his voice.
"You are such a perve sometimes...I'm injured, I'm in pain...Show some remorse." She said also playfully.
"How much pain?" He asked suddenly going into concerned boyfriend mode, leaning against the door and crossing his arms.
"Quite a bit...But it's nothing I can't handle." She finished getting ready and opened the door. All the clothes she had picked out fitted perfectly, the Madina Lake shirt fitted perfectly, the tartan jeans fitted perfectly, if Scorch didn't look like death warmed over she would have looked pretty hot.
"You sure, 'cos you know I can't stand the thought of anything hurting you...You know that babe?" He said genuinely.
"Hey, I know you don't like the idea of anything hurting me...But unless you can destroy every piece of glass on the planet, I don't think there's anything you can do to avenge me." She laughed as he pulled her into a hug.
"I'm gonna make a pact with you okay...Where ever you go, I go." He said, still hugging her.
"And where ever you I go I will go also." She replied wincing as she tried tip toeing to kiss him.
" 'S, ok I'll come down there." He laughed bent down and kissed her softly, being careful of the cuts on her lip. She wrapped her arms around his neck and continued like this for a few minutes, until it became evident that the Drake family was home.
"Well I say we go and watch the train wreck reunion, don't 'cha think?" John asked, brushing a few stray hairs from her eyes.
"Yeah, let's go, I don't want to miss the look on Mrs Drakes face when she hears the news." She smiled took his hand and pulled him into the living room.
Scorch and John took there places, leaning on a dark wooden cabinet side by side.
"Why don't we do that synchronised clicking I told you about...You know just to add to the tension." Scorch whispered into Pyro's ear, noticing he already had his lighter out.
"And that's the reason I love you." He whispered back and the synchronised clicking began. Scorch started snickering at Mrs Drake's attempt at getting to grip with Bobby's 'abilities'.
"So when did you first know you were a..." She obviously couldn't find the right words so John helped out.
"A mutant?" He said as he went into a mini staring competition with Mrs Drake.
"Would you cut that out." Mrs Drake glared at Scorch whilst John looked as if she had just asked him to do the most difficult thing in the world. Scorch put her lighter in the jeans pocket and John wrapped his arms around Scorch's waist, being careful of the glass and pulled her against his chest, Scorch just lolled her head lazily against john and held his arms.
"You have to understand...We thought Bobby was going to a school for the gifted" Mr Drake continued, being interrupted by Rogue.
"Bobby is gifted." She explained but Mr Drake continued
"We know. We just didn't realise..." He was saying before being cut off by his wife.
"We still love you Bobby...But this mutant problem is a little..." Again the Drake family was cut off, this time by Logan.
"What mutant problem?" He challenged but then Scorch got in on the conversation.
"You...You just don't do that...You say you still love him, but then you go on to talk about him like he's some kind of disease...What the hell is wrong with you people!?" She shouted at them, loosing her temper, and before she knew it, one of the flames on one of the lit candles rocketed across the room and burned a bullet sized hole through the wall. " Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going outside so I don't end up frying anybody." She walked (limped) away, knowing everything was going to end up shitty.
"It's just complicated" Mrs Drake completed, staring at the burned hole in her wall.
Pyro had just zoned out now, he was just thinking about how he should have gone after her instead of just thinking about it. He snapped back into reality for a second, just in time to see Bobby's mom's face after watching her cup of tea became a popsicle. He chuckled lightly and watched Ronnie get pissy and storm off to his room. By this time Scorch was leaning against the door frame of the porch, it was obvious that she had been crying, even if it was minimally...She never let anyone see her cry, except that once 3 months ago.
"This is all my fault." Mrs Drake said gloomily. Then looking up when John spoke.
"Actually, they discovered that males are the ones that carry the mutant gene and pass it on so, it's his fault." He said explained calmly as Scorch snorted and made her way back over to him and hugging him, though neither were big on public displays of affection, they sometimes made exceptions. Then Logan's X-Phone thingy from the car started beeping
"Oh god it's for me." He said, taking it outside.
"Bobby...Have you tried, not being a mutant?" Mrs Drake asked, completely serious. John and Scorch snorted at the comment before diverting their attention back to each other.
"So...You do listen in Science then Burn Out." Scorch said, playing with the hair at the back of his neck.
"On the odd occasion yes...There's only so much doodling one can do you know." He smirked and leaned down for a kiss before he heard Bobby coughing and nodding slightly to his parents. " Yeah yeah I got it...No affection in front of you guys, 'cos that would just be wrong." He laughed. "Whatever...How are those war wounds then?" He asked but before Scorch could answer, Logan came back in rambling about having to leave. John and Scorch stood up straight now and headed for the door, only to be stopped by several police officers. Scorch grabbed Pyro's hand at the sight of the guns pointed at them, ever since that day she had a huge phobia of guns and now was no exception, John gave her hand a reassuring squeeze just to let her know he was there.
"Drop the knife's and put your hands in the air." The nervous looking policeman said, he had obviously not been ready for this sort of call.
Scorch had now completely zoned out only thinking about the guns that were surrounding her and she openly started crying, not caring who would see, all those memories came flooding back to her all at once.
Then she saw Logan get shot and she collapsed into Pyro, breaking down.
"Shh it's okay, he can heal himself...It's what he does." John assured her, trying to calm her down.
"All right, the rest of you, on the ground now!" Nervous police man said sternly. John leaned the now hyperventilating Scorch against the front door frame and stood up tall, unlike the others who were doing exactly what they were asked." Look kid, I said on the ground!" He said to Pyro who was breathing heavily and still standing strong.
"We don't want to hurt you kid" The female officer said from the other side of the porch.
"You know all those dangerous mutants you hear about on the news?" He said, still breathing heavily, looking down at Scorch and flicking his lighter open. I'm the worst one." He stated, looking directly at the nervous officer and sending a massive stream of fire at him, then at the Woman officer, then at all the cars. By now Scorch's breathing was back to normal, feeling the familiar heat of a blaze and looked up at her boyfriend who was only doing this to protect her and she knew it. She just sat there feeling the heat, until she saw Rogue taking her glove off.
"Rogue no you'll hurt him!" She shouted over the sound of explosions, but it was too late, she already had her hand on his ankle and in a matter of seconds he was gasping for breath on the floor. She rushed over to him and pulled him closer to her into a hug and helped him up at the same time, she saw the X-Jet and shoved her way past Rogue, hurting her shoulder slightly. John ran up behind Scorch and picked her up by bending down and putting his arms under her legs and lifting her.
"...You do realise I can limp now right?" She asked him.
"Yeah, and if your limping, it means that your hurting...I don't want you hurting." He explained, now walking up the steps to the X-Jet.
"Hey Dr Grey, Scorch sort of has a little problem." John said, putting her down on one of the longer side seats.
"What did you do now?" Jean asked her bluntly and when Scorch lifted up her shirt and pulled down her jeans a little, Jean gasped.
"Oh my God...Louise...Tell me you haven't been walking around like this, these look infected...You do realise that taking these out is going to hurt."
"Yeah Yeah I know...Just rip 'em out quick, like band aids." She said but then the blue guy caught her attention when he started talking German.
"Guten Tag" He said cheerily to her.
"Guten Tag, Mein Name ist Scorch,Ihre Namen sind Pyro und Bobby, und Rogue." She said back, finally having someone to talk German to. And before she knew it, Jean was prying the wound in her side open with tweezers and yanked out the long shard of glass. "HOLY SHITE ON A STICK,MOTHERFUCK!" She yelled "I was trying to have a conversation here Dr Gee...Jesus." She huffed as Jean got the sewing kit out, it was only 5 stitches...No big deal. Then the leg one came and she tried not to swear. "FRICK FRICK FRICK FRICK FUCK!"...She failed. After only taking 5 minutes getting cleaned up, Scorch got up now that it was easy to walk and sat next to John who she knew wasn't the best flyer.
"You okay...I heard your failed attempt at trying not to swear, It was rather amusing." He said to her as the Jet was taking off.
"Shut up." She said bluntly with a smirk on her face. She intertwined her finger with his, noticing he was starting to sweat a little.
"Thank you for back there...You know, looking out for me and stuff." She said looking ahead. Admitting weakness was not something she did a lot...Except her tickle zones, but that's a whole other story.
"Hey, I said I didn't like to see you get hurt, that means physically and mentally, and don't you forget it." He smiled, leaned forward a little bit and put his elbow up on the side on his seat.
'Unidentified aircraft, you are ordered to descend to 20,000 feet. Return with our escort to Hanscom Airforce Base. You have 10 seconds to comply.' A woman's voice said over the radio.
"Wow somebody's angry." Storm said with a concerned look on her face.
"I wonder why." Logan asked rhetorically, looking back at Pyro, who just gave him an innocent ' What did I do' look and raised his eyebrows. He went straight back to Scorch who now had her arms around him, and her head on the nook just under his shoulder as he put his own arm around her shoulders.
"...I love you, even if we do have a weird and demented way of showing it." Scorch said out of the blue and it took John by surprise.
"I love you to and I love the weird, demented way of showing it" He laughed, but was suddenly back to looking nervous when the woman said something over the radio again. She pulled him tighter to her and gave him a reassuring look and he eased up a little, and everything was going okay until Storm shouted out that they're marking us which put John straight back into a panic. Scorch sat up straight and gave his hand a squeeze, like he had done before. As the buzzing and beeping was going on in the Jet, everyone was scrabbling to put on their seatbelts.
"I gotta shake 'em" Storm said and made the Jet corkscrew a few times. Scorch looked back at Pyro who looked like he was going to be sick.
"Please don't do that again." He begged and let out the breath that he had just held in.
"I agree." Logan said looking just as sick.
"Wow something you both agree on, that's a first." Scorch said sarcastically went back to holding John's hand. But she noticed the sky turning a shade of grey. Then the worst case scenario happened, two missiles were heading straight for them.
"Okay I sooo cannot handle this right now." John said as he held on tight to his girlfriends hand and closed his eyes. Before he knew it there was a gaping great hole in the back of the Jet and opened his eyes to see that Scorch's chair had been ripped off the floor and the only thing keeping her alive was them holding hands.
"SCORCH, UNDO YOUR SEAT BELT." He shouted to her, surprisingly she did as he asked and grabbed both of her hands, pulled her onto his lap and wrapped his arms around her securely. They were hurtling to the ground until some invisible force stopped them from becoming lumps of strawberry jam. Everyone opened their eyes to see a grey haired man holding his arm out, next to a scaly blue woman...The only thing that Scorch did when realizing she was still alive was to kiss John passionatly in front of everyone (Which he returned gladly) , in celebration that they were still alive.
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