FIC: The Dare (1/1)
- Title: The Dare
Author: Amy (dragonsinger77@...)
Characters: Pyro, Rogue
Spoilers: None, pre-X2
Archive: XMMFF, A Small Drop of Ink
Disclaimer: Not mine. They belong to Stan Lee,
Marvel Comics, and 20th Century Fox
Author�s Note: Written for Donna C. Punk based on a
Live Journal icon of mine.
Leaning on the table in the mall�s food court, John
Allerdyce absently clicked his lighter lid open and
closed. Open and closed. The third time he snapped
it shut, Rogue reached across the table and snatched
it from him.
�Could you please not do that?� she asked.
�Oh, come on. You love it,� he replied as he reached
across the table for it.
Rogue kept it just out of his reach, a smile on her
face. �I dare you to sit there for five minutes
without touching this thing.�
John raised an eyebrow at the challenge. �What? You
don�t think I can do it?�
He leaned back in his chair and propped his feet on
the table. �What do I get if I do it?�
�I�ll buy you the CD of your choice.�
�Oh, this�ll be easy,� he laughed.
Rogue�s dark eyes met his, and he could see the
mischief in them clear across the table. �Ah, but
here�s the kicker. I�ll set it down here in the
middle of the table, right where you can see it.� She
did, and John�s feet fell off the table.
�That�s not fair!�
�You want that CD or not?�
Grumbling, John agreed. Rogue smiled as she looked at
her watch. When the second hand reached the twelve,
she started timing him.
John settled back into the chair and stared out the
window. Five minutes. He could do this. He just
wouldn�t look at the lighter gleaming at him from the
middle of the table. When he couldn�t find anything
interesting outside, his hazel eyes wandered around
the food court. He could feel the fire as grills lit
in different restaurants. The sun seemed to grow
hotter on the back of his brown leather jacket. A
candle store across the way lit several of the candles
sitting in the display window. A few people lit
cigarettes as they stepped outside to smoke. All the
fire around him drove him nuts.
�Has it been five minutes yet?� he asked.
Rogue narrowed her eyes. �It�s only been two. God,
John, you�re weaker than I thought.�
John waved off the comment as his eyes landed on the
lighter. His lighter. With its silver surface and
the shark teeth painted around the lid, it had been
made for him. It contained his element, his power.
He felt secure when he held it. However, he couldn�t
let Rogue win. He couldn�t let her think he was that
weak. Just three more minutes.
He looked away and chose to amuse himself with the
candles in the store display window. Choosing a red
one, he caused the flame to flare just for a second.
�That�s cheating,� Rogue announced.
John turned his attention to her. �No, it�s not. You
said I couldn�t touch my lighter, not that I couldn�t
play with other flames.� He flashed her a dazzling
smile, and she just rolled her eyes.
Finally, when he thought he couldn�t take it anymore,
Rogue called, �Time!�
Grinning like an idiot, he grabbed his lighter and
gleefully clicked it open and closed. He turned his
eyes to Rogue. �Now, you were saying about a CD?�
�You suck, Allerdyce.�
�And you love it.�
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