Pyro's Massive Invasion of Privacy
By The Bubbles
Summary- Left to his own devices, Pyro sneaks into everyone's rooms and reads their diaries.
Disclaimer- Pyro, in all his awesomeness, is the property of Stan Lee, whose shoes I am not worthy to tie the laces of. I'm not worthy!
A/N- This is just an interlude before I move on to the next three chapters. I decided to give the boys a bit of a break. They are 'off camera' here, so to speak. Since it is an interlude, you may skip it if you wish, though obviously I wish you wouldn't.
(o.o.o)
Interlude- The Story Thus Far(o.o.o)
"What to type, what to type?"
Bubbles was sitting in front of her computer, staring far to close at it as if willing the story to appear on its own. It did not, because though Bubbles is a multi-talented individual (she can watch TV, type, and talk on the phone at the same time), she does not have the ability to make a story appear on a computer screen without her help, though that would be very very cool.
Snap was sitting in her corner of Bubbles' brain, watching her boss stare at the screen. After a while, she grew tired of the silence, which till now had only been broken by their ongoing argument about putting Mygneto in the story. She decided to make a suggestion as to what Bubbles might do that wouldn't get shot down immediately.
"Why don't you go ask them for an idea?"
Bubbles stopped staring and adopted a manic glint in her eye.
"That's brilliant, Snap! I knew you had to be good for something!"
She ran over to the phone, which had the unique ability to call between continuums, and dialed the Acolyte's number.
"They're bound to have at least one suggestion. Hi, Magneto? Yeah, me again. I'm coming over in a few minutes. Be ready."
(o.o.o)
Magneto and his Acolytes were sitting around in a loungeroomish room in the base. They were all feeling rather drained, with the possible exception of Magneto, who'd had very little page time so far. Gambit was putting a band-aid on his finger, which had recently suffered from a paper cut.
"Have you hommes noticed that I keep getting hurt in this story?"
Piotr double-checked the chapters on the laptop in front of him.
"You do seem to be suffering more than the usual number of injuries, Gambit."
"Yeah, but why?"
"Hmm." He thought for a minute. "There is a large amount of Romy in the story. Perhaps she is trying to even this out by having you get hurt."
"Well it's annoying." He finished putting the bandage on. "And Rogue isn't even around in this interlude so why am I getting hurt now?"
They continued their conversation in this vein for some time, with occasional input from Sabretooth. At one point, the phone rang, and Magneto floated out to answer it. After a while, they seemed to notice that Pyro was being very quiet. They all looked over to his chair, where he was furiously scribbling in a book. They exchanged curious looks and gathered around him.
"What' cha writin', mon ami?" Gambit asked. Pyro looked up and frantically stuffed the book up the front of his 'Feel the Schwartz' t-shirt.
"Nothin' important."
"Oh, really?" The three of them looked at each other knowingly. "Are you sure that it isn't… your diary?"
"No…"
He backed away, clutching his diary to his chest. The others advanced on him, and Gambit tackled him to the floor. He sat on his chest and began to tickle him into submission.
Pyro wriggled and squirmed, trying to escape, and after a while he dropped the diary. Sabretooth pounced and grabbed it before Pyro realized that it was gone. He opened it and held it above Pyro's head. The others held Pyro down so that Sabretooth could read without distraction.
"Aw, come on, mates, don' be like that!"
"But Pyro, dis whole story is about you reading our diaries. Why shouldn' we read yours?"
"Because."
"Not a good enough reason, Runt." Sabretooth made a great show of opening the book to the page Pyro was just writing on and began to read out loud.
"Dear Diary. I am sitting in the lounge with the guys. Gambit is complaining about getting hurt in every chapter. The others are trying to figure out why. Magneto just left to answer the phone. I am writing all of their actions in my diary." Sabretooth looked at Pyro in disgust. "I thought you were a writer. This is horrible!"
"Well, gimme a break, mate. I'm no good at writing my own feelings." He snatched the diary from Sabretooth's hand. "Why'd ya think I didn't want ya to read it?"
The others rolled their eyes at him. Magneto floated in.
"Everyone get ready. That was the authoress. She'll be here in a few minutes."
They all did a harried straightening of the lounge to the tune of 'The Flight of the Bumblebee'. Pyro muttered something about putting his diary up and ran upstairs. Once in his room, he put it in a drawer alongside an identical book. He laughed.
"I knew that getting a duplicate diary would be a good idea."
He headed back downstairs to the lounge room, laughing to himself about how brilliant he was. The others were waiting, and no sooner had he arrived than the door opened. A young woman with short black and purple hair entered, riding atop a large bubble.
"Hello, everyone!" She said cheerfully. "Enjoying the story thus far?"
There was a general murmur of consent. She floated over to a chair, where her bubble popped and she fell lightly into a sitting position.
"We are ready to move on to the next chapter, Miss Bubbles," Magneto said.
"Good. But first I thought I'd get your reactions." She held up her hand, palm-up, and a bubble appeared with a notebook and pencil inside. The pencil stood poised on the notebook. "Do you have any requests for the next three chapters?"
"I want more page-time," Magneto said instantly. "I've gotten one scene so far, and in that one I was a bit of a jerk. I thought you said by this point we were on friendly terms with the X-Men?"
"Actually," Bubbles said, the pencil scribbling furiously of its own free will in its bubble. "I said that you were sort-of allies. Still, I can see where you're coming from. I'll see what I can do. Gambit?"
"I want to stop ending up in the infirmary."
"Aw, but that's so much fun!" The pencil stopped scribbling. She looked at it and nodded. It resumed its writing. "I'll think about it. Piotr?"
"I have no complaints about my part in the story. Actually, I seem to have a very small part in the story."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Pitey. It's only that you're so nice and I like conflict. But I promise, you'll get a bigger part in the next chapter."
"I got a request," Sabretooth said. "I wanna fight Wolverine."
"Now that, I can do. Mastermind?"
"I don't like that you are thinking of writing me out. It isn't fair."
"Well, I've already decided to give you a chapter, so there. Nya." She stuck her tongue out. He sighed at her immaturity.
"And that just leaves… Pyro. Do you have any requests?"
"I wanna see some Mygneto. A scene, a hint, or even just imply it."
Bubbles' countenance changed immediately from cheerful to angry.
"You just wasted your request on the one thing I will not consider." He looked frightened. She smiled. "But, you're cute, so I forgive you."
The bubble beside her popped, and the contents vanished into thin air. She stood, her trench coat swooshing enough to rival Magneto's cape.
"I'm gonna go write the next chapter. If you lot have any questions, that's too bad, cause I'm not giving out my number to you."
She walked out the same we she had come in, standing on a bubble and acting as if she owned the place.
"So mates," Pyro said once she was gone. "Who wants to guess how long it'll be before Gambit gets beat up?"
(o.o.o)
Bubbles was once again typing furiously at her computer. Snap watched from her corner of her brain, satisfied that she had proven herself valuable.
"So, I guess you liked my idea after all? Gonna listen to their requests?"
"Hm?" Bubbles stopped typing. "Maybe. I dunno really. I just got a really good idea from my phone conversation with Magneto."
She went back to typing, and Snap began reading over her shoulder.
"Are you kidding me?"
"What? No one else has thought of it."
"Yeah, and with good reason. What are you thinking?"
"That Magneto is a good daddy and deserves the chance to prove it."
"And yet you still won't write Mygneto." Snap shook her head. "You know, sometimes I think you do that just to spite me."
Bubbles shrugged. "Yeah, ok, let's go with that one."
(o.o.o)
A/N- Like I said, just a brief interlude. I really was having a bit of writer's block a few days ago, and then when I was looking for a Mygneto story to get Snap to shut up I thought of an idea. Anyway, Magneto's diary will be next chapter, and then I may or may not do Mastermind's after that- right now the opinion of the reviewers is more or less even (hinthint)- and so it all depends on if I can come up with anything.
As always, reviews are appreciated because they contribute to my narcissism, and I maintain that is the best way to get on my good side.