"So, you're the famous Cat." His voice was slightly mocking.
"What's it to you who I am?"
"You just saved my life."
I shrugged. "I did what any half-decent person would do."
He smiled. "So, you're a healer?"
I nodded. "Yea, that too."
He cocked his head at me. "What else can you do, besides healing?"
I sighed. "Shape-shift, teleport, telepathy, super-human senses, retractable claws, invisibility, and cloning."
'Don't forget insanity!'
Pyro grinned. "Bobby told me about you. I'm Pyro, as you know. Bobby likes you. Says you have a lightning-quick thought machine, or something like that." He grinned at me, and I nodded.
"I think we can teleport now. Here, give me your hand." He complied, and I teleported to the Professor's office.
I hear his words. "Cat will be fine."
"What about me, Professor? Where's Angelo?" I teleported next to Bobby, in front of Xavier's desk.
He smiled at me. "He is resting now. What did you find?" He was avoiding my question, in a way.
I pointed to Pyro, who walked towards us. Pyro punched Bobby playfully in the shoulder, and whispered to him. I heard it, though.
"She's cute."
"I told you so."
I clear my throat. "Now, boys, I prefer to be called, cunningly attractive." I curved my fingers in the 'perfect' sign. " None of this 'cute' stuff. Besides, my boyfriend might get upset."
Pyro cocked his head. "Who's your boyfriend?"
I smiled. "Angelo. You know, Logan's son?"
'That's right! Tell 'em! Those bastards of fire and ice won't mess with ya now! MWAHAHAHA!'
Pyro nodded. "Yup. So, you are taken. Told ya so." He nudged Bobby, and Bobby smiled.
The Professor smiled, probably thinking of how stupid we are.
Jean walked up to the Professor, and they locked gazes. For a few moments, they looked at each other.
"Cat, Bobby, Pyro, I need to go now. You may stay, or return to your rooms. Do not leave the building." He followed Jean away.
I felt the anger of being ordered around, pulled up my sleeves and was about to dig my claws into my arm, but Pyro pulled my claws away from the rest of me, my back against his chest, my arms against my sides. I stopped laughing, and turned to look at Pyro, my face inches from his, confused.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Angelo's voice pierced the silence. Pyro let go of me, and looked at Angelo, stepping back.
"I'm keeping your girlfriend from killing herself." He gestured to me, and I hid my arms behind my back. Angelo walked up to Pyro, and got close to his face, growling.
"You don't touch her, you hear? I'll rip you apart limb by limb, if I ever hear about or see you touching her again. Got it?"
Pyro stepped back. "Whatever. You think your tough, just because your dad has knives. Well, you'll find out real quick, knives can't save you from fire." He pulled out one of those lighters that lights when you open it, and held the flame in his hand. He shaped the flame into a ball, and waved it in front of Angelo.
Bobby blew towards Pyro's hand, and the ball of flames froze. Pyro dropped it, and glared at Bobby. He turned back to Angelo and smiled.
"Healers don't like knives, either." He walked past me, brushing his shoulder against mine, and I stepped back. Then, I turned back to Angelo.
"What was he talking about, Angelo?" I walked up to him, and took his hand. He looked at me.
"He doesn't think I have powers." He watched me, waiting.
"You do, though." I rested my head on his shoulder, and felt him grin. Bobby smiled, and I straightened up, turning to him.
"Bobby, Pyro said you-"
"Forget what he said. Nothing he says means anything."
We walked back to our room, silent. I felt tired from the healing, and I flopped down onto my bed, and Angelo laid next to me, smiling. I curled up against him, closed my eyes, and fell asleep.
