A/N: I wasn't going to write any fics, but someone asked me why not...I
didn't really have a good answer, so I decided to write. I had ideas for
stories, I was just hesitant! This is my first fic, enjoy it!
Summary: John's POV, John's thoughts, and more! (X2 spoilers)
Rated PG-13: Cursing
Fiery Thoughts
At the museum, Rogue, Bobby and I were sitting at a round table in the food court. I was bored out of my mind, so just like always I had to find something entertaining to do! Man, when I get bored, trouble is not far behind. Who knew that my boredom status would change so quickly...
I was playing with my lighter as usual, when two guys come over and ask for a light. A simple question was asked, but instead of avoiding trouble I sparked it to make the situation more amusing...of course!
*****
Ok, I don't understand why smokers don't bring their own god damn lighters. How fucking hard is it to remember to bring it with you especially if you smoke? I never go anywhere with out mine. I need my lighter because my mutation only allows me to manipulate fire, not create it, and for some reason that bugs me. My lighter is with me at all times, so I can use my powers with just the flame from my lighter when no other source is available. And most of the time, if not all the time no other source is available, so I must depend on my lighter.
But, there is more to my lighter than you think. It's my only friend. Yes, Bobby and Rogue are my friends but it's not the same. I have no idea why Bobby and I are friends. Well, I guess it's true that "opposites attract." What I mean by that is our personalities and mutations. I'm not gay, so don't question my homosexuality! (A/N: I had to put that in there...I didn't want you all to think those thoughts during my fic...a gay John...hell no!) My lighter never judges me, nor lets me down. It activates a "gift" that I can control, but yet cannot...
*****
So anyway, I flick the wheel to start the flame, then I close my lighter, and I simply say "Sorry I can't help you out." I was the only one laughing out loud. Oh yes, I was acting like a dick, and I loved every minute of it! Bobby and Rogue grinned, but they didn't want to show that they were enjoying the scene. Then out of nowhere Rogue says "John, knock it off" and then Bobby tells me to "Stop showing off." I wasn't showing off! I was just bored, so messing with those guys was the next best thing to break away from boredom. I would have given them a light eventually...
*****
If anyone was the show off...it was Bobby! That day in Storm's class, I was trying to make Rogue feel welcome, so I made that fireball for her. Then he has to upstage me and freeze it! Oh ya, who's the show off now! If we weren't in class I would have burned that grin off his face, or at least scare the shit out of him because no one upstages me, especially not with a lame power such as ice...ok, just kidding about ice being lame but fire is much better...don't you think? Ha, of course you do!
*****
While I was messing with Bobby about Rogue getting excited...that jerk took the lighter from my hand. No one takes my lighter, NO ONE! As he blows the smoke in my face he says, "Suddenly you're not so tuff," and with that said...he asked for it! I grinned, and then without thinking twice, I winked and I made the flame jump onto his arm. Man, the look on his face was priceless! *I* laughed as he fell to the ground...now whose not so tuff...
When I use my powers something changes inside of me. Pyro takes over, and I can't stop myself. He gets out of control, and once he starts, he doesn't like to be put out. He craves the fear that everyone has of fire. Hell, I would be too if that wasn't my mutation, but most of all Pyro loves the supremacy that he possesses. If Bobby had not stepped in, Pyro wouldn't have done anything except laugh, and watch the kid burn! I might talk shit, and act like Mr. Cool but I scare myself sometimes. Well, actually Pyro scares me, and unfortunately he's a part of me!
Fire to Pyro is like a drug. Once you start, that's it...you want more, and more, and no one will get in your way to get it! And for him that's more power, more fire, and a lot of destruction.
So now you know what I was thinking that day, along with things that I keep deep inside of me, but before I seal these thoughts away, I wanted to add one more thing...
It's not me who cares about the ability to create fire, its Pyro...
A/N: My original idea for this story was just supposed to be John's thoughts during the scene in the food court. I didn't plan for it turn out like it did, but it just happened that way. It was also supposed to be a one shot, but with the unexpected changes in the plot I think I have more ideas for this story...
So tell me what you think...review, thanks!
Summary: John's POV, John's thoughts, and more! (X2 spoilers)
Rated PG-13: Cursing
Fiery Thoughts
At the museum, Rogue, Bobby and I were sitting at a round table in the food court. I was bored out of my mind, so just like always I had to find something entertaining to do! Man, when I get bored, trouble is not far behind. Who knew that my boredom status would change so quickly...
I was playing with my lighter as usual, when two guys come over and ask for a light. A simple question was asked, but instead of avoiding trouble I sparked it to make the situation more amusing...of course!
*****
Ok, I don't understand why smokers don't bring their own god damn lighters. How fucking hard is it to remember to bring it with you especially if you smoke? I never go anywhere with out mine. I need my lighter because my mutation only allows me to manipulate fire, not create it, and for some reason that bugs me. My lighter is with me at all times, so I can use my powers with just the flame from my lighter when no other source is available. And most of the time, if not all the time no other source is available, so I must depend on my lighter.
But, there is more to my lighter than you think. It's my only friend. Yes, Bobby and Rogue are my friends but it's not the same. I have no idea why Bobby and I are friends. Well, I guess it's true that "opposites attract." What I mean by that is our personalities and mutations. I'm not gay, so don't question my homosexuality! (A/N: I had to put that in there...I didn't want you all to think those thoughts during my fic...a gay John...hell no!) My lighter never judges me, nor lets me down. It activates a "gift" that I can control, but yet cannot...
*****
So anyway, I flick the wheel to start the flame, then I close my lighter, and I simply say "Sorry I can't help you out." I was the only one laughing out loud. Oh yes, I was acting like a dick, and I loved every minute of it! Bobby and Rogue grinned, but they didn't want to show that they were enjoying the scene. Then out of nowhere Rogue says "John, knock it off" and then Bobby tells me to "Stop showing off." I wasn't showing off! I was just bored, so messing with those guys was the next best thing to break away from boredom. I would have given them a light eventually...
*****
If anyone was the show off...it was Bobby! That day in Storm's class, I was trying to make Rogue feel welcome, so I made that fireball for her. Then he has to upstage me and freeze it! Oh ya, who's the show off now! If we weren't in class I would have burned that grin off his face, or at least scare the shit out of him because no one upstages me, especially not with a lame power such as ice...ok, just kidding about ice being lame but fire is much better...don't you think? Ha, of course you do!
*****
While I was messing with Bobby about Rogue getting excited...that jerk took the lighter from my hand. No one takes my lighter, NO ONE! As he blows the smoke in my face he says, "Suddenly you're not so tuff," and with that said...he asked for it! I grinned, and then without thinking twice, I winked and I made the flame jump onto his arm. Man, the look on his face was priceless! *I* laughed as he fell to the ground...now whose not so tuff...
When I use my powers something changes inside of me. Pyro takes over, and I can't stop myself. He gets out of control, and once he starts, he doesn't like to be put out. He craves the fear that everyone has of fire. Hell, I would be too if that wasn't my mutation, but most of all Pyro loves the supremacy that he possesses. If Bobby had not stepped in, Pyro wouldn't have done anything except laugh, and watch the kid burn! I might talk shit, and act like Mr. Cool but I scare myself sometimes. Well, actually Pyro scares me, and unfortunately he's a part of me!
Fire to Pyro is like a drug. Once you start, that's it...you want more, and more, and no one will get in your way to get it! And for him that's more power, more fire, and a lot of destruction.
So now you know what I was thinking that day, along with things that I keep deep inside of me, but before I seal these thoughts away, I wanted to add one more thing...
It's not me who cares about the ability to create fire, its Pyro...
A/N: My original idea for this story was just supposed to be John's thoughts during the scene in the food court. I didn't plan for it turn out like it did, but it just happened that way. It was also supposed to be a one shot, but with the unexpected changes in the plot I think I have more ideas for this story...
So tell me what you think...review, thanks!