Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story but I
enjoyed X2. That's enough for me
Summarry: Don't know what to write here. All I have to say is that
you'll have to read it to understand what's on Pyro's mind. A little
of spoilers and a little bit of slash involved :)
Notes: This is the product of:
- the advice of my English teacher that I should practice more in
writing stories in English;
- Having something interesting in mind;
- Not in the mood for studying.
Just be gentle with this piece of crap. It's made for a little more
than two hours by a person whose mother tongue is not English.
Sometimes you wish there was somebody else on your side, not just
you, but that's just your opinion. Sometimes you wish you weren't so
uptight and alienated, but that's how life made you. Sometimes you
wish there wasn't so much time for you to think about all those
but just sometimes you just wish
and that's what
reminds you that you're still a 17 year old boy who got a lot to
"And that's how it should be done," you reply with a cocky grin and I
just play along.
"Just don't freeze the cat again," I smile back.
Sometimes life is so complicated that you can't see any given options
to chose from, let alone make a choice. But you still have to make a
that's what reminds you that you're still a 17 year old boy
who learns to act like an adult by making a choice by himself.
"Just don't fuck this up this time OK? Everybody should be sleeping
by now," comes from the person next to me. I follow him out of the
tent and look around for any moving activities. Nope, just
the "creatures" making their usual "voices". I wonder if *he* is
"Are you coming or not?"
This voice begins to annoy me. I begin to wonder why I'm thinking
this should work.
Sometimes so much happens in your life at the age of 17 that you
begin to wonder how this all is going to end. Sometimes you think you
know how, sometimes you don't. Sometimes you're just tired of all
this and crave for something bad to happen so that it can end all the
good things that are surrounding you
to just stop them.
"Was this part of your plan, Captain America?" I ask him, holding my
zippo in my left hand. Just one click and I could end his annoying
*perfect* existence. But then again, it will be such a waste to
destroy something so *cute*.
Sometimes when everything is over you think if you made the right
decision. Sometimes you think about thousand of different scenarios,
all beginning with "what if".
"Are you sure you made the *right* choice?" I hear his slow mature
voice asking me so gently and in the same time so demanding an honest
"I guess time will tell. I don't know why I did it in the first
place. I thought the reason was so obvious at the beginning but now
I don't know," I answer hesitantly, afraid to look at him in the
eyes, to let him see me doubting my motives, doubting him.
"My boy, you are all but a 17 years old boy," he replies, smiling
kindly at me. I can't see his smile but I can sense it. His words are
so warm and supportive. It's like he knows how I feel. Maybe he's
been through it. Just like me. Made the choice. Doubted it. And then
what did he do then?
Sometimes when you look back at the events that are so fresh in your
mind you begin to analyze them, you begin to see some things you
didn't *see* back then
some things that
why is this so confusing
all of a sudden?
"Who is this?" the voice on the other end of the phone is suddenly
shaking. Not because he doesn't know but rather because he thinks he
"It's been a long time. But not long enough for you not to recognize
me," I say smartly. Yeah, that's me the smartass. I just love it
when I'm making this
and when people are responding to it the way I
A long pause
how are you doing?"
"Good, actually. Can't talk much about it but I'm doing good now.
Many changes, you know."
"You always had a panache for changes"
Sometimes I can't believe that a person who seems so two-dimensional
most of the time can know so much of you. Maybe he really meant it
when he said he considered me his best friend. *Best*. So cliché, but
so warm coming out of his mouth. Just the right degree of warmth that
I need to set up a fire.
"Don't leave," she says, "you don't have to."
I look at her. I can't believe she decided to come here, wait until I
spoke with Bobby and then sneak up on me. Not that I'm complaining,
I never considered her *interested* in me in any way.
"Give me one good reason," I ask, knowing that she wouldn't come up
with anything good enough.
There is the silence again. She looks at me and then at the ground
and then at something, which I can't quite determine what it is, but
she's looking somewhere. I can see her eyes, so beautiful and at the
same time so hurt. It's like she knows how I feel. Maybe she's been
through it. Just like me.
"When you were sneaking up on Magneto that night with Bobby, the
night before the attack on Striker. When Bobby decided that you both
could gather something that Magneto was hiding. That night that
Magneto caught you."
I was about to ask her how she knew it but the answer was so obvious
"Is that the time you started to think which side to follow?"
"What did he tell you exactly"
"Didn't Bobby tell you?" I ask bitterly.
"I want to know your version of the story."
"He asked me what I was looking for"
A short pause.
She nodded. It's like she understood me. Like she felt what I felt
that moment. But then again, she had a part of Magneto in her
also had a part of *him*.
"I can't give you the reason you want. You can't determine the reason
why you left yourself. But I can give you another reason."
She walked towards me, slowly. Raised her hand. Touched me slightly
on my cheek. Her touch was kind of cold. Should blame it on the
gloves. But they make her look so
"Before the attack on the Mansion I loved him too. I didn't grow out
of it. I just moved on. You shouldn't."
I felt so naked at that moment.
"I know that's one of the reasons you left."
I closed my eyes and thought about it. Yeah, that was definitely one
of the reasons. One of the reasons I realized after all of the things
that happened. After I felt like an outcast among the outcasts. After
I made my choice.
"Why shouldn't I?" I ask her with a little anger in my voice.
"I felt it. I felt hope. For you."
It took me what felt like eternity to realize what she was saying.
What Rogue was saying. What she felt. What part of her felt. What
part of him in her felt. I don't know how she decided that there was
*hope* for me, but I guess she found out something *in* him that gave
"I should go now," I said quietly.
"Just promise me that you'll," she made a pause," That you'll keep in
touch. This you can promise."
"You know, sometimes I feel like we have a lot in common, more that
most of the people I knew and felt close to. Sometimes I wonder why I
chose Bobby and not you. I guess I always have a thing for that which
is unreachable. Just like me."
Sometimes I think of all the possibilities. Of all the "what ifs".
Maybe I made the right choice. But that is far from the last choice I
will make. It's just a choice that will affect in one way or another
the choices that will follow. So what choice will I make now?