The next morning instead of going straight to breakfast I was sitting cross legged concentrating hard on pinpointing Pyro's whereabouts. I had called out to him a few times but then wondered if the link was alive on his end or if it had died. I took in a deep breath and concentrated. Pyro.

I waited a few minutes and was ready to give up when something entered my mind Alison.

I quickly became still and then tried to find out where the voice came from. To my shock and excitement the link was working and I was able to find Pyro quickly.

Pyro, can you understand me?

There was a brief beat then, yes I understand.

I breathed a sigh of relief and then listened as I sensed that he was going to say something.

Meet me in five minutes at Fairway Park.

That was it, the connection was over. But that was all I needed to know. Pyro was alive and he needed to meet me.

I dressed in record time and was out the door within minutes. I stopped at the lounge to give Tyson a quick kiss.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"To get something," I lied quickly, "I'll be back alright?"

"Okay." And then he turned back to the cartoons on the screen. I dashed out the door and then went down the street a little ways before stopping. A sudden chill came over me and it took me by such surprise that I almost fell over. The chills then vanished almost as quickly as they had come. Strange, I thought and continued to walk towards Fairway Park.

The park was slightly crowded with kids and their parents. I walked around the large party of people and sat in the shade of a large oak. I allowed myself to relax and tried to think of something else but the only thing on my mind was Pyro. I watched as the children played and scampered across the jungle gym. I sent by subconcious out and couldn't detect any government people so I relaxed-slightly. I then pushed it out further to try and catch where Pyro was. I stretched it as far out as I could and then I finally caught him. He was ducked behind a thick bush on the other side. I got up and then casually walked over trying not to bring any unwanted attention to myself. I came up to the bush and then whispered, "Firebug."

The bushes rustled a bit and then slowly but surely Pyro came out. I had to control myself from not tackling him.

"We have to move," he said quickly.

I closed my eyes and then opened them, "It's alright, I got it."

I had mentally cloaked Pyro and disguised his original form with another created person. He seemed to relax a bit and then came out.

"It's great to see you," Pyro said his voice was hoarse from the lack of use.

I embraced him and then kissed him on the lips allowing my body to fill with adrenaline. He smiled and then kissed me back. We shared a few silent moments and then started to walk off like a regular couple.

It was easy for me to keep up the illusion and every person we passed didn't give us a second look. We walked along the sidewalk and Pyro told me what had happened.

"So it's true," I asked finally hearing his side.

He nodded shamefully, "It is true."

I felt a pang of guilt in my gut but ignored it and said, "You have a son Pyro." I had to get it out, I couldn't keep secrets especially about something so important such as this. Pyro looked shocked but then he looked at he ground and nodded.

"I...remember," he said slowly, "Ten years ago."

His words pierced my mind and didn't make me feel any better. I shook my head and turned to him getting a good look.

In one word to sum up Pyro; awful. His hair was longer and matted, his face was more shallow then I remember and his whole body looked thinner. He had changed into civilian clothing and I had noticed that his gloves weren't on either, not that it is a bad thing. Pyro didn't seem to be like Pyro anymore, the fight that he had seemed to have died long ago leaving nothing but an empty shell.

"What happened to you?" I asked quietly cupping his face with both my hands.

"You don't want to know," Pyro whispered back, "There have been many changes to society Alison, humans have gotten worse and mutants haven't gotten any better."

"What happened in GC?"

Pyro's face seemed to darken as soon as I mentioned the maximum mutant prison. I sensed total hate, distress but most of all fear radiating off him in waves that were too big to ignore.

"Things," Pyro said, "Stuff that I can't believe that they can get away with."

"GC, what does it stand for?"

"Government Control."

I could definitely tell that I was tip toeing into a touchy subject. So I decided to drop it…for now.

"Come back to the school," I said.

Pyro shook his head, "I can't do that Alison I'm a fugitive remember?"

"I can hide you, you'll be safe."

There was a silence between us and then I immediately picked up on what Pyro was so worried about. It wasn't that he was being followed, or that he was a fugitive, it was his son.

"Don't worry Pyro," I whispered, "I can talk to him."

"What if he doesn't understand? How old is he?"

"He's ten, smart and mature for his age."

Pyro shook his head, "It's too risky Alison, what about the others? I doubt that Storm would let me back let alone Bobby or any of the other guys."

"Like I said, I can hide you. My powers have grown Pyro, I'm strong enough."

He looked at me with his eyes and I placed hand in his allowing the images of Tyson to flow and enter Pyro's mind. I allowed him to soak it all in for a few moments.

"He looks like you," I said softly allowing the image of Tyson doing some of his fire tricks to flow, "You'd love him."

Pyro gave a short smile and then looked at me. I could see some of the rebellion come back into his eyes, there was the Pyro I fell in love with.

"Ready Terminator?" he asked grinning, I controlled myself not to laugh out loud at the nickname instead I gave a short chuckle and said, "Right behind you firebug."