Chasing The Flame
By Ice Queen
Disclaimer: Don't own it, don't wanna, just wanna play with the pretty characters...
AN: Just playing, forgive me for any OOCness, I just thought I'd take a stab at a Amyro fic^_^
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CLICK! Hiss... Click! Hiss... Click! Pyro flipped his lighter on, grinning widely as he stared through the flames at the group making idiots of themselves over a campfire. Sure, they were young, but hell, by the time he had been that age he had lit up his hometown high school. And these idiots couldn't even manage to light a campfire.
Why had he chosen to "Come along" on this field trip? Well, honestly, he had no idea. It had been a boring day, and he had run out of lighter fluid, so was on his way to the store when he caught sight of the blue guy called Beast driving a pack of rugrats down the street, and well... Who better to give a hard time then newbies?
He lit his lighter again, grinning at a pretty little sheila as she burned with the help of his lighter. He let the lid drop again, only to blink as he realized she was still burning. "Wot's this? The she-bird makes pretty with the fire!" He said to himself, grinning widely. "Now tha's roight fascinatin!" He dropped to the ground, almost grateful that he was wearing his civies, and moved to get a little closer.
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"There! Fire! Now if you don't mind I'm supposed to be doing my OWN chores." Amara stated, irritated. She turned and walked out of the camp, leaving the others hiding their laughter poorly. They knew she wasn't really mad, it was just the idea of digging through the dirt for bugs didn't put her in too great a mood.
Mr. McCoy was trying to teach them of chemistry's effect on the wildlife in areas near chemical plants. And of course Amara wound up with the most disgusting of the jobs. She sighed, telling herself that was simply because she was the most competent of the new mutants. But deep down she got the feeling that he just enjoyed seeing her suffer.
"'Ello Love!" Amara jerked at the unfamiliar voice, instinctively bringing a ball of fire to her hand. "Ohhh, tha's real pretty, love..." The skinny looking blonde said, staring at the ball of fire in her hand with a strange glaze in his eyes. "Ya do tha on your own?"
"Wh-What do you want?" Amara asked, taking a step back, feeling strangely protective of the small ball of fire.
"Amara!! Have you got the bugs yet?" The sound of Mr. McCoy's call made her jerk, looking in the direction of the camp for a second. She gave a silent gasp, remembering that one should never turn their back on the enemy, only to look around blankly as she realized he was no longer there. She sighed, letting the small ball disappear and turning to the camp.
"Yes Mr. McCoy! In the jar you gave me earlier!" She called out, glancing around wearily before grabbing the jar and making her way to the fire again. She felt safer there for some reason.
St. John watched from one of the tree limbs above her, trying to shake off the overwhelming lust the small flame had incited. He chuckled at himself, making himself more comfortable as he watched the small girl take her place at the fireside. The light highlighted her face, the flames seeming to be attracted her as they flickered in the air. He sighed happily, he had a new focus, and it was quite an attractive one at that.
Whether he realized how irrational he was being didn't matter. Pyro had never wanted to be rational in the first place.
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Amara laughed with the others as Mr. McCoy showed them his experiments with an easy joke. She wasn't quite into the speech as she would like to be, she was too bothered by the uneasy feeling of being stared at. Finally, after making s'mores and telling a few horror stories (Which didn't help the situation, by the way) she made her way to the tent she was sharing with Rahne.
"Night, 'Mara." Rahne said sleepily, falling into her pallet and snoring softly before Amara got the chance to talk. Amara sighed, pulling off her shoes and placing them beside her pallet before crawling into her own bed.
She couldn't sleep.
She stared at the ceiling, her hands behind her head as she tried to figure out what exactly had happened in the woods that day. The stranger hadn't seemed too surprised that she could create fire. Either he was used to Mutants, or he was a mutant himself... She sighed, turning over and punching her pillow before yawning widely. It didn't really matter. He was no doubt long gone by now, and if he wasn't... well he was no match for the group of them.
With a silent promise to stick with the group the next day she fell asleep, a tiny frown pulling at her lips.
Outside of the tent, somewhat hidden in the woods a blonde smiled, clicking his lighter. "Mara, is it?" He said, grinning to himself before walking away to find a place to sleep for the night.
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"Now, you have your assignments, they should take about an hour. So I want to see you back here... by lunch time. We have hotdogs!" Mr. McCoy said, grinning widely at the range of responses this drew. Amara frowned, chewing on her bottom lip and hanging back as the others ran in their own directions. "Is there something wrong Amara?" Mr. McCoy asked, looking slightly worried.
"W-Wrong? No, Of course not. I... I was just deciding which direction I should go." She said, not sure why she didn't tell, just knowing that the stranger, although... strange... had done nothing threatening.
"Well, I was planning on getting some research done, but if you need-"
"Oh! No! I'm just being silly." She flushed, not used to referring to herself as being silly. "I mean-" She shrugged, pointing in a random direction. "I should get going if I want to be back by noon."
She was gone before Beast could respond. Beast chuckled a little, figuring it to be teenage mood swings and made his way to the small chem lab he had set up earlier.
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"Love! You came ta see me!" Amara jerked, whirling with a glare at the blonde man behind her. She scowled even more as she realized what his hair reminded her of.
"Fire..." She said, not realizing it was aloud.
"No, love! It's Pyro! St. John Allerdyce at your service, love!" He gave a grand bow, giving her a better glimpse of his flaming hair.
"You've sainted yourself?" She asked, slightly shocked.
"O'course! Nobody else seems ta be getting round to it."
"You're insane. It all makes sense now." She muttered, walking away.
"Wait up, candlestick!"
"What did you just call me?!"
"Torch?"
"My name is Magma! Mag-Ma." She said, enunciating the parts with exaggeration.
"Magma? Thought it was Mara..."
"W-What? Have you been... spying on me?" She was flame by the end of the sentence, her rage forcing her to convert to her other form. "How DARE YOU?" The sound of people running had Pyro disappearing again, waving cockily before he was gone.
"Amara? Were you shouting at someone?" Came the worried voices of her teammates.
"I... I... uh... broke a nail."
"Oh."
"Don't worry us like that!"
"Yeah! How rude! C'mon guys, we still have work to do." Amara sighed, watching them leave. Once again they thought she was a stuck up brat. She ran a hand through her hair, not even looking up as she felt him drop down behind her. "Are you some sort of... illusion? I've pissed off a really crazy telepath, haven't I?"
"I'm not an illusion! Standing roight here, ain't I?" He frowned, turning and looking at the ground with a scowl. "I am, ain't I? I mean there've been times-" He looked up, frowning as he realized that she had done what he had been doing to her. She was gone.
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They left that afternoon, causing him no loss of amusement as they kept bumping into the kid that multiplied. The blue fuzzy guy, er... not the skinny one, the big one, well he looked as though he had had a rough weekend, to say the least. And his little lighter kept looking around, as though she knew he was watching. He was touched. (In the head)
He whistled as he dropped down from the tree and made his way to the bike he had stolen in town. It was sweet, had a flame job and everything. He grinned, revving the motor a little before taking off after his new toy. He was always chasing the flame, he figured the fact that this fire already came in a tasty little package just meant it was meant to be.
He was completely unaware that the "flame" he was thinking about was staring wearily out the window of the van.
"Man!! Look at that bike! It's soo cool looking! What is that, one of the new Harleys? Sounds like it!"
"Yeah, it's got to be a custom, though. I've never seen something so gorgeous!"
Amara sighed, refusing to look back where the guys were exclaiming over yet another mechanical monster that Americans seemed to be so fond of. "Hey! He's following us!"
"Maybe he lives in Bayville?" Amara felt a cold shudder down her spine. "But I woulda noticed a guy with hair like that..." The girls were in on the conversation now, making Amara even more irritable. "He's kind of cute, actually. How old do you think he is, Rahne?"
"Dunno. Looks like a teenager..." They laughed, joking about his availability, making Amara wish she had Kitty's powers so she could sink into the floor. She knew exactly who they were talking about. And whether he was cute or not meant nothing when he was insane. Although, now that she thought about it, he HAD been kind of cute, in a- She stopped, muttering to herself as she pulled out a book.
"Hey!! He's coming up beside us! What is he, insane?" Jubilee ran to the window beside Amara, the rest of the group quickly following. "He's waving!! I bet he saw me and-"
Amara jerked at the sound of someone knocking on her window. She turned, almost reluctantly to see his grinning face through the window, WAY too close to the van for comfort. He grinned, blowing her a kiss before passing the van and leaving them in a trail of dust.
"Did... I just see what I thought I saw?" Jubilee asked blankly. "Why didn't you TELL us you had a boyfriend Amara?! And a cute one at that!"
"I DON'T!! He's insane!" Amara shouted, being completely ignored by the others.
"It's kind of romantic, actually, did you see the flames on his bike?"
"And his hair! It's like they were made for each other!" Amara moaned, dropping her head into her hands and wishing desperately that the trip was over already.
Beast said nothing, frowning slightly. It looked like Pyro hadn't left town after all.
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By Ice Queen
Disclaimer: Don't own it, don't wanna, just wanna play with the pretty characters...
AN: Just playing, forgive me for any OOCness, I just thought I'd take a stab at a Amyro fic^_^
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CLICK! Hiss... Click! Hiss... Click! Pyro flipped his lighter on, grinning widely as he stared through the flames at the group making idiots of themselves over a campfire. Sure, they were young, but hell, by the time he had been that age he had lit up his hometown high school. And these idiots couldn't even manage to light a campfire.
Why had he chosen to "Come along" on this field trip? Well, honestly, he had no idea. It had been a boring day, and he had run out of lighter fluid, so was on his way to the store when he caught sight of the blue guy called Beast driving a pack of rugrats down the street, and well... Who better to give a hard time then newbies?
He lit his lighter again, grinning at a pretty little sheila as she burned with the help of his lighter. He let the lid drop again, only to blink as he realized she was still burning. "Wot's this? The she-bird makes pretty with the fire!" He said to himself, grinning widely. "Now tha's roight fascinatin!" He dropped to the ground, almost grateful that he was wearing his civies, and moved to get a little closer.
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"There! Fire! Now if you don't mind I'm supposed to be doing my OWN chores." Amara stated, irritated. She turned and walked out of the camp, leaving the others hiding their laughter poorly. They knew she wasn't really mad, it was just the idea of digging through the dirt for bugs didn't put her in too great a mood.
Mr. McCoy was trying to teach them of chemistry's effect on the wildlife in areas near chemical plants. And of course Amara wound up with the most disgusting of the jobs. She sighed, telling herself that was simply because she was the most competent of the new mutants. But deep down she got the feeling that he just enjoyed seeing her suffer.
"'Ello Love!" Amara jerked at the unfamiliar voice, instinctively bringing a ball of fire to her hand. "Ohhh, tha's real pretty, love..." The skinny looking blonde said, staring at the ball of fire in her hand with a strange glaze in his eyes. "Ya do tha on your own?"
"Wh-What do you want?" Amara asked, taking a step back, feeling strangely protective of the small ball of fire.
"Amara!! Have you got the bugs yet?" The sound of Mr. McCoy's call made her jerk, looking in the direction of the camp for a second. She gave a silent gasp, remembering that one should never turn their back on the enemy, only to look around blankly as she realized he was no longer there. She sighed, letting the small ball disappear and turning to the camp.
"Yes Mr. McCoy! In the jar you gave me earlier!" She called out, glancing around wearily before grabbing the jar and making her way to the fire again. She felt safer there for some reason.
St. John watched from one of the tree limbs above her, trying to shake off the overwhelming lust the small flame had incited. He chuckled at himself, making himself more comfortable as he watched the small girl take her place at the fireside. The light highlighted her face, the flames seeming to be attracted her as they flickered in the air. He sighed happily, he had a new focus, and it was quite an attractive one at that.
Whether he realized how irrational he was being didn't matter. Pyro had never wanted to be rational in the first place.
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Amara laughed with the others as Mr. McCoy showed them his experiments with an easy joke. She wasn't quite into the speech as she would like to be, she was too bothered by the uneasy feeling of being stared at. Finally, after making s'mores and telling a few horror stories (Which didn't help the situation, by the way) she made her way to the tent she was sharing with Rahne.
"Night, 'Mara." Rahne said sleepily, falling into her pallet and snoring softly before Amara got the chance to talk. Amara sighed, pulling off her shoes and placing them beside her pallet before crawling into her own bed.
She couldn't sleep.
She stared at the ceiling, her hands behind her head as she tried to figure out what exactly had happened in the woods that day. The stranger hadn't seemed too surprised that she could create fire. Either he was used to Mutants, or he was a mutant himself... She sighed, turning over and punching her pillow before yawning widely. It didn't really matter. He was no doubt long gone by now, and if he wasn't... well he was no match for the group of them.
With a silent promise to stick with the group the next day she fell asleep, a tiny frown pulling at her lips.
Outside of the tent, somewhat hidden in the woods a blonde smiled, clicking his lighter. "Mara, is it?" He said, grinning to himself before walking away to find a place to sleep for the night.
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"Now, you have your assignments, they should take about an hour. So I want to see you back here... by lunch time. We have hotdogs!" Mr. McCoy said, grinning widely at the range of responses this drew. Amara frowned, chewing on her bottom lip and hanging back as the others ran in their own directions. "Is there something wrong Amara?" Mr. McCoy asked, looking slightly worried.
"W-Wrong? No, Of course not. I... I was just deciding which direction I should go." She said, not sure why she didn't tell, just knowing that the stranger, although... strange... had done nothing threatening.
"Well, I was planning on getting some research done, but if you need-"
"Oh! No! I'm just being silly." She flushed, not used to referring to herself as being silly. "I mean-" She shrugged, pointing in a random direction. "I should get going if I want to be back by noon."
She was gone before Beast could respond. Beast chuckled a little, figuring it to be teenage mood swings and made his way to the small chem lab he had set up earlier.
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"Love! You came ta see me!" Amara jerked, whirling with a glare at the blonde man behind her. She scowled even more as she realized what his hair reminded her of.
"Fire..." She said, not realizing it was aloud.
"No, love! It's Pyro! St. John Allerdyce at your service, love!" He gave a grand bow, giving her a better glimpse of his flaming hair.
"You've sainted yourself?" She asked, slightly shocked.
"O'course! Nobody else seems ta be getting round to it."
"You're insane. It all makes sense now." She muttered, walking away.
"Wait up, candlestick!"
"What did you just call me?!"
"Torch?"
"My name is Magma! Mag-Ma." She said, enunciating the parts with exaggeration.
"Magma? Thought it was Mara..."
"W-What? Have you been... spying on me?" She was flame by the end of the sentence, her rage forcing her to convert to her other form. "How DARE YOU?" The sound of people running had Pyro disappearing again, waving cockily before he was gone.
"Amara? Were you shouting at someone?" Came the worried voices of her teammates.
"I... I... uh... broke a nail."
"Oh."
"Don't worry us like that!"
"Yeah! How rude! C'mon guys, we still have work to do." Amara sighed, watching them leave. Once again they thought she was a stuck up brat. She ran a hand through her hair, not even looking up as she felt him drop down behind her. "Are you some sort of... illusion? I've pissed off a really crazy telepath, haven't I?"
"I'm not an illusion! Standing roight here, ain't I?" He frowned, turning and looking at the ground with a scowl. "I am, ain't I? I mean there've been times-" He looked up, frowning as he realized that she had done what he had been doing to her. She was gone.
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They left that afternoon, causing him no loss of amusement as they kept bumping into the kid that multiplied. The blue fuzzy guy, er... not the skinny one, the big one, well he looked as though he had had a rough weekend, to say the least. And his little lighter kept looking around, as though she knew he was watching. He was touched. (In the head)
He whistled as he dropped down from the tree and made his way to the bike he had stolen in town. It was sweet, had a flame job and everything. He grinned, revving the motor a little before taking off after his new toy. He was always chasing the flame, he figured the fact that this fire already came in a tasty little package just meant it was meant to be.
He was completely unaware that the "flame" he was thinking about was staring wearily out the window of the van.
"Man!! Look at that bike! It's soo cool looking! What is that, one of the new Harleys? Sounds like it!"
"Yeah, it's got to be a custom, though. I've never seen something so gorgeous!"
Amara sighed, refusing to look back where the guys were exclaiming over yet another mechanical monster that Americans seemed to be so fond of. "Hey! He's following us!"
"Maybe he lives in Bayville?" Amara felt a cold shudder down her spine. "But I woulda noticed a guy with hair like that..." The girls were in on the conversation now, making Amara even more irritable. "He's kind of cute, actually. How old do you think he is, Rahne?"
"Dunno. Looks like a teenager..." They laughed, joking about his availability, making Amara wish she had Kitty's powers so she could sink into the floor. She knew exactly who they were talking about. And whether he was cute or not meant nothing when he was insane. Although, now that she thought about it, he HAD been kind of cute, in a- She stopped, muttering to herself as she pulled out a book.
"Hey!! He's coming up beside us! What is he, insane?" Jubilee ran to the window beside Amara, the rest of the group quickly following. "He's waving!! I bet he saw me and-"
Amara jerked at the sound of someone knocking on her window. She turned, almost reluctantly to see his grinning face through the window, WAY too close to the van for comfort. He grinned, blowing her a kiss before passing the van and leaving them in a trail of dust.
"Did... I just see what I thought I saw?" Jubilee asked blankly. "Why didn't you TELL us you had a boyfriend Amara?! And a cute one at that!"
"I DON'T!! He's insane!" Amara shouted, being completely ignored by the others.
"It's kind of romantic, actually, did you see the flames on his bike?"
"And his hair! It's like they were made for each other!" Amara moaned, dropping her head into her hands and wishing desperately that the trip was over already.
Beast said nothing, frowning slightly. It looked like Pyro hadn't left town after all.
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