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A/N: Okay here's part 3. Just so anyone whose reading this knows, this isn't going to be a wildly exciting story. It's more a character piece and somthing I wrote to satisfy my own curiosity on how Pyro/John would react if he was put in a situation where he was back together with the X-men.

Previously on Flicker: "he's not so different, he's less self righteous but he's still Pyro, he's not angry but he still has fire in his eyes. Any other month, any other week, any other day, I'd be able to deal with this but just not today." Angel squeezed her shoulders and stood up, "Guess I'd better meet him."

John looked up as a tall blonde man in his thirties walked into the room. He had blonde hair, the beginnings of a beard and wings, big white angel wings coming from his shoulders. John remembered those wings, he was certain that their couldn't be any other mutant like that.

Flashback...

A battle was raging around him. He was throwing fire balls in every direction, he ducked as something large hurtled towards him no doubt thrown by Colossus, he saw shimmering blue frost spreading over the ground in his direction, he knew Bobby was heading his way. His job was to keep them occupied as his comrades went to send the creator of the cure hurtling to his death. He saw the signal, they had him, now he could stop holding them off and go in for the grudge fight, he heard the man screaming on the roof as he and Drake ran towards each other. He stopped and glanced back ready to savor this death, he watched the shape of the man in the suit tumble of the roof... to be caught by something huge and white, which swooped over him as it headed towards the main land, John was so shocked at what he saw it didn't even occur to him to throw a fireball at the mutant, the man with wings sprouting from his shoulders, hardly laboring under the weight of Warren Worthington the 2nd.

The angel man sat down and then offered his hand, he smiled nonchalantly

"Hi, I'm Warren Worthington."

John started, that explained it, the angel man wasn't for the cure, he probably didn't even like his father he just felt a bout of family loyalty. John pulled a tight smile and shook the proffered hand

"John"

Warren nodded and leaned back in the chair.

"You know, most of us thought you were dead." John's face went into a sneer,

" It would take more than Ice Boy to finish me." Warren glanced at him

"We didn't think Bobby had killed you. We thought Bobby sufficiently incapacitated you so that you couldn't run and your particle anatomy was broken down by the Phoenix." John scowled.

" How do you know who I am anyway? Why don't you mind your own buisness. I didn't do anything too horrible, I never premeditated murder, or anything." he glared at Warren so hard that the angel man shifted slightly away "I didn't save that sicko from getting what he deserved."

Warren raised his eyebrows at that then " SO you have connected me Warren Worthington the third to my father Warren Worthington II. If you must know my father only invented the cure because of me."

Warren's turn to glare. John however looked taken aback ever ever so slightly "What's so wrong with your mutation?"

He couldn't help but ask, he knew that Nightcrawler had been thought an incarnation of the devil because of his appearance, but this guy.. didn't seem that dangerous and on a plus he looked like the incarnation of Gabriel.

Warren looked stony faced now. "Nothing,. He found out when he walked in on me in the bathroom, with everything covered in blood after I cut my wings off." John glanced at the large white feathers

"Not very effectively" was all he said.

Warren just glared at him some more John sighed and leaned back "So your dad, created a product that caused mass turmoil, population unrest, riots, murders, protestations, and a bit of a war, because he found out you had a self mutilaiton complex."

Warren carefully reviewed everything Pyro had said then nodded "Basically." John cracked a smile.

"He caused all that for a product he made for you, and then when he wants you to take it, it turns out you don't want it and jump through a window so you can avoid it." Warren nodded again grinning sheepishly.

"Yeah well, he was so freaked by the bathroom incident that we hardly had a normal conversation after that, basically since that day it wasn't as though he was my father." Pyro noted the deep bitterness about Warren as he said that. And raised his eyebrows, it must have taken a lot of guts to go against his dad by telling the whole world what he was, indirectly of course but.... wow.

Warren turned on the TV. "You know Marie is way freaked about you being here." he said his eyes on the TV.

John shrugged. "So? If I cared what she thought I wouldn't have left the X-men." Warren turned and looked at John

" What does that have to do with anything?" John looked at Warren

"Everything"

Warren rolled his eyes. " You can care what someone thinks and still do something they hate, I care what my father thinks but I still crashed through a plate glass window in an attempt to get away from him."

John shrugged "I guess, I mean I kind of told her a bit of a bogus story about why and how long I've wanted to come back."

Warren shook his head "Should not have done that. What'd you tell her?"

John smirked "That I'd always wanted to come back ever since Alcatraz but that I was worried someone would kill we long range before I got near."

"By someone you mean Bobby."

Pyro shrugged, "Bobby or Colosus or Wolverine someone."

Warren shook his head. "You are a pice of work..."

Then he abruptly leapt off the couch and left the room. Pyro shook his head and grabbed a newspaper from the table "What a weirdo!"

Later that afternoon the door bell rang.

Marie went to answer it. Pyro heard her give a delighted squeal.

"Logan you made it I've been waiting days for you to show up!"

"Whoa kid! I'm here now and you really shouldn't be jumping around in that condition."

"Logan you do look after me, come on in."

Pyro quickly his himself behind a newspaper he heard Rogue chatting with the Wolverine then he heard her excuse herself to go do something.

The next thing he knew three metal claws had slashed his paper in half and he was looking into the face of a livid Wolverine while being hoisted up by his shirt.

"Listen you lighter flicking bastard" he heard Logan growl "I recognized your scent the minute I walked in here, I suppose your posing as some pathetic wandering mutant, one of those guys displaced by their genetic code. Well, you can't fool me, and if you do anything to hurt Marie or make her stressed out, anything that would make her frown you'll wake up one morning with more than your newspaper ripped to shreds. Capish?"

John nodded "Yeah, Capish."

Logan lowered him back onto the floor. John massaged his neck.

"She does know who I am though."

Logan sneered at him "What gave it away you look about fifty so there's no way she would have recognized you."

Pyro wasn't rising to the bait. "My lighter gave me away."

Wolverine scowled and skulked off in search of Rogue. Pyro shivered and plonked down into the chair again this was clearly the place to watch the show.

Over the course of the afternoon several things happened. 1. John discovered with delight that the mansion had all his favourite chanels. 2. The rain stopped and 3. someone else drove up to the mansion.

John had watched TV all afternoon, while Rogue, Storm, students and Angel had wandered in and out.

He'd heard the sound of and engine outside and had glanced out the window, he saw an incredible car come roaring up the driveway, it reminded him of the type of souped up, high tech cars that Cyclops used to drive. It was too much- he had to get a better look. That is until he noticed the people in the car.

The driver was dirty blonde, his hair a little lighter than Pyro's own. He had a suit on, and Pyro couldn't help smirking. He could see the man's ice blue eyes and recognized him as Bobby Drake, though no doubt he now went by Robert. It was a slightly streamlined Bobby standing by the car. His face had lost some of it's babyish roundness and he exuded a confidence that hadn't been there when they last met. John watched as Bobby went and opened the door for the lady that was with him, very pretty with dark brown hair that was clearly ridiculously long, she had an insubstantial quality to her, not like she was really skinny but more like she would float away if a strong breeze caught her, he knew imediately that it was Miss Kitty.

Bobby rang the doorbell he could feel Kitty bouncing next to him in her excitement. "Do you think Pete will be able to make it? I know it's a long way but it would be so great to see him and Julie, DO yo think that your..." Bobby put a finger to her lips and kissed her. "Considering they all RSVPed and said they'd come, I'm pretty sure they'll be here." Kitty gigled and put her arm around him "You keep me sane." she said as Marie opened the door. -A slightly harassed Marie.

Kitty let go of Bobby to give Marie a hug.

"Poor thing it must be so hard, trying to keep up with everything along with all the fuss we're causing, it's just the Institute means a lot to both of us."

Marie smiled "Oh don't worry it's no trouble. Come on in."

Bobby and Kitty stepped in and glanced around the foyer, Kittt was the one who noticed the ragged mutant watching TV.

"Hey, Marie? Who's that?" she said pointing to him.

Marie's glance looked very annoyed. "No one special just you know, one of those nomadic mutants whose using this place as a rest stop."

Bobby nodded and glanced in the "stranger's" direction. "You know there saying the last time there were this many no money nomads was during the 30's?"

Marie gave Bobby a look, he had always been a bit of a know-it-all "Yeah I had heard that. WARREN!! GET DOWN HERE!!"

There was a soft whoosh followed by a thump and then the door bell rang. Maries went and opened it Warren ducked in a shook Bobby;s hand

"How ya doing? Long time no see." Bobby asked as Warren grinned

"Great what about you Iceman, how much of wall street do you own now?"

Bobby laughed "Well we aren't all third generation millionaires."

"Yeah your a first generation millionaire, stupid stock exchange."

Bobby laughed at that and Pyro over in his corner wanted to smack him.

"Hey where's Kim?"

Warren blushed "She's out back wanna go see her?"

"Sure"piped in Kitty who had been having a conversation with Rogue "that would be fun!"

Warren grimaced "Not really- I think she's discussing religion with Kurt."

Everyone winced, Kurt despite recent experiences was still a staunch and devote catholic. But they went out anyway.

Pyro heard another car drive up and the doorbell rang, he glanced outside there was a minivan and though the adults were out of sight at the door, there was a kid running around the yard. Pyro went to answer the door. He saw a heavily muscled man and a very pretty african american woman with two boys of maybe four or five. "Hey"said the man extending his hand for a shake "I'm Piotr Rasputin and this is my wife Julie, we're here for a wedding?" Pyro nodded and opened the door glancing at the boys as they entered. He did a double take; they were more like one boy repeated. They were exactly exactly the same they moved the same way and even seemed to glance around in unison.

There you go, that's all of the story that was on my computer from when X-3 came out. You know how in the previous chapters I said I don't really care whether you review or not? That DOESN'T apply for this chapter! If you want to read more your going to have to review!!! If I don't get at least one review I will not bother to write the final chapter of this fic. I'm a review whore I admit it, now press that happy little button and write me a review!