As always I own nothing except the character of Jessica Gion/Blaze. The rest of the characters/place belong to the creators of the X-Men films and comics.
I was disappointed. I only got one review of CH. 3 so hopefully this will bring about more :0)
Pyro awoke to the sun cascading through the blinds shining on his face. Burning orange light into his eyelids. He opened his eyes shielding them with his arm, as he sat up. He looked around. He must have fallen asleep after all while he "stood guard" for Jessica. He looked over at her bed, she was gone. The covers were crumpled up in a pile at the foot of the bed. She hadn't been gone long though; he could still smell the steam from the shower lingering in the air.
Pyro thought back to the night's events. Why had she been so scared? What was she dreaming about? He made a note to himself to find out. He sat up running a hand through this hair. Pyro looked at the alarm clock on the night stand. 1:00pm was it really that late? He got out of bed walking over to his dresser and closet. Pulling out, a pair of pants, a t-shirt, boxers, and socks. He laid them on his bed. Then he went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. He let the water run over him feeling it sink into his skin relaxing his muscles. He was probably in there for at least forty-five minutes; when he heard the door open and he could hear her fiddling around. Then he thought he heard the door close.
Pyro walked out of the bathroom, a white towel wrapped around his waist. His body was still dripping with beads of water. There she stood in her bra and underwear changing into her dance outfit. What a surprise underclothes were black too. She turned towards him her mouth formed into a silent "O." Her eyes wide, finally she reacted, but not before he got a good look at her body. Jessica ran awkwardly over to the bed pulling a blanket from the pile and wrapping it around her. Just when both of them thought nothing else could happen the towel fell from Pyro's waist. Her eyes widened even more if that was possible. They both stood there frozen locked in an awkward moment. She turned away but not for several seconds he saw. She must have liked what she had seen because he caught a hint of a curved smiled on her lips. . He bent down and pulled the towel back on and went back to the bathroom.
A few second later Pyro emerged from the bathroom fully dressed and saw that she was too. She should've just stayed in her underwear, he thought. Jessica wore a sports bra and a tiny black lycra skirt with a pair of skull patterned leggings. He cleared his throat and spoke.
"So these dance classes of yours what kind of dancing is it? I mean you're not some kind of ballet dancer or something are you?"
"Why don't you come and find out," she said grabbing a small duffel bag off the chair by the door. She headed out of the room. He went to the door and called to her.
"Maybe I will!"
She looked back at him giving him a brief smile and nodded, then disappeared around the corner. Jessica was walking to the kitchen to get a bottle of water from the refrigerator. She passed Wolverine on the way.
"Hey, Jess going to dance class," he asked.
"Yea." she said patting the duffel bag thrown over one shoulder. "What's wrong Logan?" She could sense something was bothering him.
"I'm not one to pry but I'm not liking you rooming with that fire fly," Logan said referring to Pyro.
"Aw Logan that's sweet but it'll be okay. I'm a big girl I can take care of myself. I'm more than capable," she said the last sentence while holding up her hand and sparking a tiny flame to the surface.
Logan gave a slight shudder. The idea of Jessica being able to not only manipulate fire but being able to create it as well made him uneasy. What if she decided she wanted to merge over to the dark side? Pyro's powers had its limits. You take away his source you take away his power. With her it was internal there was no way to shut it off and that could turn out to be dangerous if anything ever provoked her into turning on them. Something Beast had said right before their fight with The Brotherhood slithered into his mind.
His powers have limits, her's do not. He shook it off.
"But, you can't hurt him," Wolverine stated.
"No, but Logan, I have ways of dealing with people that don't involve fire," she told him.
He didn't ask her to divulge further. He left well enough alone.
"Well as long as you know what you're doing." he said taking out a cigar.
"I'll be fine Logan," she patted his arm. Then as soon as Logan was about to pull out a lighter for his cigar she beat him to it. She lit it so fast he didn't realize what had happened until several seconds had passed.
"Thanks kid."
She smiled. He left her as she continued to make her way down the hall.
Jessica entered the kitchen to find Remy sitting at the island playing around with a deck of cards. The New Orleans lad was shuffling the cards on the table so fast they looked like one continious card.
"Bonjour mademoiselle," he spoke in French.
"Bonjour Remy comment ca va?"
"Tres bien," he replied. "Et vous?"
"Ca va," she answered him.
They both burst out laughing. It was a running thing with them to talk in French when the didn't want anyone to hear what they were talking about. Or sometimes just for fun. She wasn't exactly fluent but she could at least get by, and it amused her to be able to talk to someone in another language. She walked to the refrigerator and got out a bottle of water.
"Á bientot." she told him as she left the room.
Jessica walked to the basketball court in the gym where they practiced. All of the other girls were waiting for her. Jessica went over to an outlet and pulled a boom box out of her duffel bag. She plugged it into the outlet and put in a CD. Bumping dance music vibed from the speakers. Jessica went to the center of the line that the girls were forming.
"And one, and two, one, two, three four," she said as she stared to move. The other girls followed her repeating her steps in sync with the rythme. Rouge who was new to the group had a little trouble but she was doing all right. She smiled at someone leaning against the stair rail of the bleachers.
Pyro walked down the stairs down the hall to the gym where he'd learned Jessica held her dance sessions. He pulled one of the double doors open and went inside. That's when he saw Mr. Goodie-goodie.
"Great just what I need," he said a little too loudly. Bobby turned around his ice-blue stare fixed on the flame thrower.
"What are you doing here," Bobby said coldly.
"I could ask you the same question Iceman," Pyro spat accentuating the other boy's name.
"I'm here to support Rogue."
"Ah, your girlfriend. Probably freaking out now that the cure's wearing off huh? Figures she always was a basket case," Pyro said.
Bobby advanced on Pyro who instantly sparked his igniter to life.
"Do I have to knock you out again?"
Pyro stopped as he saw Jessica bounding up the bleachers. He thought she was coming to him, but instead she took a left down an isle and stopped infront of that winged guy. Warren something-or-other. By now Bobby had cooled down and was now leaning back against the rail turned away from his former friend talking to Rogue. Pyro watched aa that chiseled winged man hugged the other fire started to his chest kissing her lightly. So he's the one she's been kissing. He's my competition. Pfht, competition my ass. I could torch that motherfucker any day, Pyro thought as he eyed the scene before him.
Jessica was now walking towards him the skirt she was wearing swaying with her step. She smiled.
"You came," she said.
"Nothing else to do," he told her.
She smiled again as she spoke, "Oh no John Allerdyce you can't put on that hard macho front with me. You may think you're badass but sometimes you're just as warm hearted as the rest of us."
"Like hell I am," Pyro answered sarcastically.
"You did this for me," she said speaking the truth.
"Well I...," Pyro began to speak but was cut off by Warren's voice.
"I think your troops are getting restless."
Jessica looked down at the line of girls many tapping their feet and looking at her. Waiting for their instructor to return to her duty.
"Well duty calls," she said to him. "I'll see you later?"
"Yeah, I've got to go meet my dad about something but I'll see you later," Warren told her giving her a slight graze with his lips.
Pyro's stare hardened. What did she see in that stupid Angel? No other person could know her like another fire starter. No one. It was their connection. They shared a bond that no one but themselves could understand. The fire that raged in their veins. The attitude that came with it. That white winged man could never understand that attitude that burned its way to the surface. He'd never know what it meant to be entranced by the flame within. Warren left and she turned toward him again.
"I've got to get back."
"Well don't let me stop you," he huffed.
Jessica just looked back at him with an evil glint in her eye. She descended the bleachers and went back to the floor, starting to dance again. Seductive movements. Then as she really got into the dance and the steps her hands went aflame. She was twirling around like a cyclone, the fire going so fast it encircled her. Then she stopped for a beat and started to juggled the flames in the air. Pyro's eyes were fixed on her unblinking at the amazing site he was seeing. He'd never seen anyone play with the fire like that, making it fun instead of dangerous. He was mesmerized.
"You like her don't you," came Bobby's voice.
"I don't think that's any of your business, Ice Cube," John retorted.
"Hey, I'm trying here," Bobby replied.
"Well maybe I don't want your friendship. Ever think of that goody-two-shoes?"
Bobby didn't reply he just shook his head and started walking down the bleachers to the floor where the girls were packing up their stuff to head back to their dorms before dinner.
Jessica walked up the bleachers her duffel bag on her shoulder. She stopped in front of him.
"Something wrong," she asked him seeing him in a daze.
"No, nothing's wrong I'm fine. So, he's that lucky one."
"Warren and I have a lot in common," Jessica defended herself.
"Yeah, I bet," he said eyeing her body.
"Well I'm going to take a shower I'll see you back at the dorm," she replied and headed back down the bleachers to the gym showers flicking fire off and on in her hand. Pyro smiled. Blaze, he thought.
So please everyone R & R I want to see reviews. Not just one or two. Come on comment tell me what you think. And, don't worry if Pyro has anything to do about it Jessica won't be with Warren for long ;oP
