Title: A Real Life Dream
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Summary: Fourth in the Love Letters Series. John and
Marie, in the same place, both conscious.
A/N: �Friendship�s Sacrifice� begot �One of Those
Dreams� begot �Some Friends Aren�t Friends� begot �A
Real Life Dream� will beget �Shiny, Happy Morning� who
shall be the end of the Love Letters lineage.
John sat up in his bed writing furiously
in a simple spiral bound notebook that Mystique had
brought him. The thoughts poured from his head onto
the paper through the pen. He had always liked
writing in pen, feeling the tool leave its mark as it
was pushed across the paper. Keyboards of computers
were fine for reports and a quick e-mail, but for what
he was up to now he was glad Mystique had gotten the
cheap little green book.
He�d woken up in his nice, warm, soft twin
bed at the Brotherhood�s latest �compound� and found
the book lying next to his bed. He�d never expected
heaven to be a 3 story stone house in Canada, and he
never expected to get into heaven, but all the signs
pointed to paradise. Then Magneto had appeared glass
in hand. �Glad to see you�re awake Mr. Pyro.� The
older man gave the glass to the boy. The substance
inside was a mixture like milk and oatmeal. He was
actually familiar with the beige nutrient drink. He
could remember Dr. Gray insisting that he finish the
whole glass as he sat on an exam bed getting his
initial physical when he arrived at Xavier�s School.
He�d been a runaway for a long time before that and
couldn�t remember the last time he�d had a real meal.
As soon as that admission had been made the red headed
doctor had thrust the glass at him.
�I�m alive?� John had asked the newly
arrived supervillian weakly.
�Yes my dear boy, you�re alive.� Pyro had
smiled and sunk back into the bed. For a couple of
days that was really all he could manage. But, by the
third day he was feeling better and had begun filling
the notebook. It was the beginning of a novel, a tale
of secrets and love, and probably blood and death.
�Write what you know� he�d mused as the idea for what
to do with the notebook came to him.
It was kind of nice Mystique had made
enough observations and spent enough time on him to
know a notebook and pen could take his mind off the
pain and boredom of recovery for hours, days even. It
made him wonder if someone would have done the same
back at Xavier�s. Did anyone even know he liked
writing there? He paused, thinking. Marie did,
they�d talked about it in one of their friendly chats
in the rec room. There had been so many, all late at
night when neither could sleep and no one else seemed
to be around. They would both just find each other in
the rec room, not planned, but whenever either of them
needed a friend to talk to, the other was already
John�s thoughts were interrupted by a
knock on the door.
�Come in� It was Magneto. The older man
was holding another glass of oatmeal milk and a folded
up piece of paper. His expression was as vague and
unreadable as always. Magneto didn�t show an overt
amount of compassion, but it was clear he cared about
the plight of his teammates. He distanced himself
because he was the leader, but John could tell he
cared about all the members of the Brotherhood.
�I have some things for you Pyro.�
�Drink this first.� He extended the drink.
John rolled his eyes.
�More of this? When can I eat real food
�Tonight, if there are no complications.
You should be able to handle something more
substantial.� John tilted his head back and finished
off the glass� contents. He�d been feeling much
stronger and wanted to get on with this convalescence.
He surmised it couldn�t be too much longer before he
was back to his old self. He�d been up writing for
most of the day, and the pain wasn�t too bad. It
wasn�t too bad as long as he didn�t move much.
Redirecting his attention he handed the glass back to
Magneto and fixed an expectant gaze on the folded up
piece of paper.
The older man actually smiled and chuckled
warmly. �All right, I suppose you�re well enough for
me to fulfill my promise.� Pyro just looked confused.
Magneto had made a promise about him? �When we
liberated you from those small minded humans� Magneto
could see the young man tense a little. He was no
doubt being assaulted by a slideshow of horrors in his
head. Images of what had been done to him accosting
him as Magneto spoke �we worked with the X-men. One
of them asked me to give this to you.� He handed the
paper to Pyro, nodded and left him alone with the
Oh God, the X-men. Wait, Marie! Crap, he
was in a mess. What the hell had he written on that
menu? When he wrote that letter he�d been expecting
to die. It had been an almost delirious state he�d
written in. He�d been delirious enough to think Marie
wouldn�t sneer at even the mention of the traitor
Pyro�s name. He�d though she would care what he
thought as he lay dying. Here in the cold clear state
of reality the foolishness of the idea hit him hard.
It was like a punch in the gut, and he still had those
He couldn�t remember much of what he�d
said. It was probably stupid and incoherent. He
groaned to himself. What were the chances that Marie
would have been anywhere near Canada? At the FOH
house? What were the chances she�d get that crumpled
up menu? Chances were slim, could have made you a
fortune in Vegas, because she�d gotten it. She�d
gotten it and written a response.
It was probably a note saying she only saw
his as a friend; that she was madly in love with
Bobby. Heck, that would be the best case scenario.
Something big had happened to him in Boston, then he�d
left them. Rogue had watched him walk off that jet
into the snow; walk out of their lives and into the
arms of their enemy. He�s walked willingly because
that�s where his beliefs lay. She probably hated him.
Furious that he would even try to communicate with
her like nothing had happened! This note could very
well be filled with a hurricane of anger, betrayal,
To read she hated him would be worse than
all the FOH had put him through. He�d connected with
Rogue in a good, healthy way he couldn�t have
expected. Before her he really didn�t think he was
even capable of what Rogue brought out in him. Before
her he�d just been another messed up person no one
gave the time of day to. He hid the changes, tried to
keep up his act, but they were still there. Inside, he
was different because of Marie.
But he had to know what she�d written,
whatever it said. For all the good she had done for
him she deserved to have her message read, even
knowing chances favored the words ripping out his
heart. He unfolded the paper slowly, read the short
message and let his jaw drop.
But, you should know that I feel the same way for you
as you do for me.
I love you John Allerdyce.
He was suddenly numb with shock. �I love
you� No one had ever said they loved him. In his
whole life he could never remember hearing that simple
phrase. He�d had a real crappy family, a series of
foster parents that kept returning him to social
services like he was an ugly Christmas sweater, then
he�d been on his own. It had been quite a while
before Xavier�s troops marched in to pick the firebug
off the streets. No one said they loved you in those
The whole idea was overwhelming to him.
He hadn�t really allowed for the idea Marie might care
for him as more than a friend since the week after the
Liberty Island thing. It was more than he could have
hoped for. He was so excited! It was amazing! He
felt like jumping out of bed and dancing. Of course
he defiantly didn�t have the strength for that.
Instead he picked up his notebook and began writing
like a mad man. Out of him flowed the most beautiful
love scene he�d ever written. All the things he felt
flowed out through the pen onto the blank white pages.
Everything, all the happiness and wonder that he felt
jumped into his story.
He wrote steadily until Mystique appeared
in the doorway carrying a tray. A bowl of soup sat
steaming in its center. �I hear you want to eat some
real food.� John looked up from where he was writing
on the back cover of the notebook. Glancing around, a
little confused, he realized hours had passed while he
wrote. He smiled at Mystique and her food.
�Yeah, I am so sick of that goop�. She
looked at him with raised eyebrow. Pyro was not a
big smiler. He was a kid that had some tough breaks
and developed a thick skin because of it. She�d seen
that look in people more than enough to recognize it
in Pyro. He didn�t look at you with giddy smiles.
She spotted the folded up note and sat down on the bed
in front of it. Holding the tray in one hand she
adjusted the blankets and moved the notebook and pens
before setting the tray down. John didn�t notice
she�d pick up his note; he was too focused on the
first real, solid food he�d gotten in days. It only
took a moment to read Marie�s short note. Aww, little
Mr. Pyro was in love. In love with an X-man, talk
about shooting yourself in the foot. They were the
enemy; the most they could possibly get from each
other was a battle where both made it out Okay.
�Enjoy� she smiled as she left. Having
Pyro around had been making her do unusually maternal
things. She found herself walking down the stairs,
changing into a random middle aged Asian man. She
walked out the door and down the street, towards the
corner drug store. She was going to buy Pyro another
$0.75 notebook. It surprised her, the interest she�d
taken in the young man.
The drugstore was close; they�d started
building them every 20 feet so that wasn�t surprising.
She smiled a little at the teenage clerk and headed
down the appropriate aisle. She�d seen Pyro writing
before he�d gotten hurt. Every so often she�d pass by
and he�d be typing away with barely a pause between
the clicks of his keyboard. She picked up a handful
of notebooks; green, red, purple, yellow, blue, black,
one of each color. That should be enough to keep him
She blamed this nurturing junk on being a
woman. She was a blue, scaly mutant, but still a
woman. When they�d found Toad he�d been in much worse
shape than Pyro. Badly burned, nearly drowned he�d
managed to get himself back to the hideout. When
Mystique had arrived after her hospital breakout she�d
barely recognized him. She�d babied him like she was
doing now for the fire manipulator. She�d brought
Mortimer soup until he could get out of bed, made sure
her duties as Senator Kelly didn�t keep her away from
him too long, it was a womanly curse.
Placing her items on the counter the teen
looked up from her book and stopped twirling her hair
long enough to push a couple of buttons on the cash
register. �Total is $4.77� Mystique smiled and handed
over a $5.
Oblivious to the friendly gesture the girl hit a
couple more buttons and the drawer sprung open. �23
cents is your change, have a nice day� the clerk
deadpanned as she handed over the dimes and pennies.
As soon as the change left her hand she was reading
again. The cover of the drivel featured a muscular
man clutching a petite raven haired individual to bare
his chest as they stood on the deck of a ship, the
wind blowing back the long hair they both had in a
most sexy way. It was a typical trashy romance novel.
Mystique had never gone for the genre, but, to each
their own. Mystique gathered up her books and headed
for the door.
It didn�t take long to get back to the base. When she
arrived at Pyro�s room he was just finishing the soup.
She pulled out the purple notebook and handed it to
the boy. �Looks like you needed another one� she
commented, gesturing to the full book on the bed.
�I kinda got inspired� he laid the original book by
the foot of the bed and started to work filling the
new book. He wasn�t paying attention when Mystique
scooped up the book on her way out the door. She
couldn�t say why she did it, mainly she was just
curious. Taking the notebook back to her room she
lounged on her bed and opened it.
Mystique had never read anything Pyro had
written. Despite being the main patron to his art she
hadn�t read any to know if he was good or not. It
really didn�t matter what he wrote, just the act
seemed to be a kind of therapy for him. So she wasn�t
expecting much when she picked up that first yellow
notebook. Two pages in she was utterly floored. It
was great! Eloquent and captivating the characters
were vivid, complex beings. She hadn�t expected
writing like that from the angry young Pyro.
She read on, entranced by the budding
romance, tangled up in duty and honor. Duty and honor
were main themes in a story created by Pyro? She just
couldn�t put it down, it was certainly more
interesting than the last piece of fiction she�d found
time to read. Without an intentional thought it
became a pattern over the next few days, he�d fill up
a book, she�d sneak it away, read it, and sneak it
It was clear he was in love. It was even
hard to believe he could be that passionate for
someone he�d probably never even touched. The woman
that so inspired him was his enemy. She was mainly
seen across a battlefield when he saw her at all.
He�d left the X-men mansion months ago, but fire still
burned. She laughed at the incredibly lame pun her
mind had just made. She read his story and just
couldn�t bear to deny him a chance to actually be with
the woman he loved. In his novel the man was a gypsy,
separated from his love when his band is driven out of
town. He can�t change who he is, and is honor bound
to stay with his family, to forever be kept form his
beloved. They love each other so much, but are forced
to rely on quick visits, hidden under the cover of
darkness. It was tragic.
Mystique had an idea. She pulled out a
piece of paper and started writing.
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