Title: Blue Kitty (Some Kind of Boy story 3)
author: Tara Ann
summary: Faith returns John's favorite possession.
X2/Buffy/Angel/Tru Calling crossover one doesn't need to know Faith
to read the story.
Rating/warning & pairing: G. Pyro/Faith
*Characters do not belong to me.
** I've liked Pyro from the first moment I saw him in X2. He's
complex with confidence and vulnerability. I only hope I give St.
John Allerdyce the respect and understanding he deserves. He is the
boy with the soft edges and the palest pout.
John sat in his room and stared out the window into nothing.
Magneto and Mystique's "hide out" was located in a condemned church
except there wasn't enough interest to tear it down. The view from
his room was nothing special and the sky was grey; it had been grey
from the moment he woke up and would remain grey until the sun went
Magneto and Mystique were working on finding other mutants to
join their cause; they had already re-recruited Sabertooth.
Everything was going to fall into place sooner or later, hopefully
soon. He was learning to discipline his power with Magneto's
guidance, better than before, but he knew that once in the field
discipline didn't come into play. It was also true that it wasn't
really the power that needed to be disciplined; it was the person.
John strafed for his own finesses to compliment the sophisticated
control he witnessed in other mutants. Fire was his symphony and
people would respect him for it. Then he had been hit with the
defining question was he willing to hurt the X-Men for the cause?
Magneto made certain he understood that it wasn't because he wised
them ill, it was simply because they posed as an obstacle. Mutant
freedom or more precisely mutant superiority was the only thing ever
discussed and John was becoming tired of it because the more he
listened the more he was reminded of how he was different. He
realized he hadn't really felt that way while at Xavier's school.
Life there was more, dare he say it, normal. Faith didn't make him
feel any less or more normal or not normal than he already did; she
made him feel grounded. He wished she was the only thing he needed
to think about, but there was so much more. The X-Men didn't expect
one to give up their outside connections to the world, but under
Magneto's ideal it was expected. It would have been more accepting
to them if he was dating Rogue.
John didn't want to give up Faith.
Then she was standing in his room, surveying the territory.
"No posters or pictures?" she said.
She looked stunningly lush like she always did long brunette waves
that seemed to breathe separately from her, long-sleeved purple
shirt, short suede skirt and knee-high black leather boots. Around
her wrist she wore interlocking silver hearts with tiny amethyst
stones in the center.
"They just let you in?" said John, startled slightly, but not
enough not to notice how fine she looked. Her hair smelled like
oranges, her skin like peaches, her brown horizontal tear-dropped
eyes always sparkled worldly for her youth, and her lips were always
glossed and pouting sex, determination, or uncertain concern.
"After some heavy duty chit chat convincing," she said,
looking around. "Don't you have any belongings? It's real cozy
"I'm not clingy," he said.
"Yeah, you never know when you have to run or flee from some
town devouring crater," she said with a smile.
He looked at her blankly and she focused on his eyes, dark, deep eyes
that glistened, sometimes blazing intensity when he looked at her.
He really was handsome, smooth face, not quite naïve, flawless with
that teasing hint of trouble and edged decision.
"I have some stuff, but it's not here," John said. "They don't want
me with you."
"Threatened by little me?" Faith smiled. "That's definitely
not a first. "She sat beside him. "I should warn you, if you're
planning on falling in love with me I tend to break hearts before I
get mine broken."
"Oh really," John said with the smallest smile. They kissed
and it didn't take him long to glide his hand up her skirt.
"I knew you'd do that if I wore this skirt," she said in a
whisper. "I'm not scared of your friends. I don't scare easy.
Actually, I don't scare ever. C'mon, we're going out."
"Fuck yeah. I went on patrol and I'm rushing. I like
dancing and you and I are gonna dance."
She took his hand and stood up. Then she noticed a blue
spiraled notebook on the floor. Faith reached down and picked it up.
John stood up, looking slightly nervous.
"No. Don't," he said. "It's just, I like to write
"I don't think so."
Faith looked at the notebook dangling from her
hand. "Really?" She opened it and John didn't stop her.
"'Countess Eliza was headstrong, lovely with a fair bosom.
Her one secret was that she was a witch, powerful, her true kindness
unprecedented, she concealed her nature and her infatuation of
possible love for the Marquis de Charenton,'" Faith said, reading
from the notebook. "'Though she was unaware of it, he had seen her
work her midnight magic in the woods under the lavender shadowed
moon. He wished courtship upon her for she had already unknowingly
"'The Marquis de Charenton knew she liked to fence and challenged her
to a duel with the wager of her heart, but the Countess Eliza was
weary for there were many who wished to steal her powers.'"
Faith licked her lips and looked at him.
"I think that's the first time I've ever seen you blush," she
"I don't know why I write it. I just do," he said, his voice
serious. "I like it."
"Does it get steamy?"
"It will," he smiled.
She gave the notebook to him and he tossed it on to the bed.
"Why the gothic romance?"
"Happy ending? There aren't enough of those," said
Faith. "Something always goes wrong."
"I guess it depends on what happens next," he said. "Are you
planning on breaking my heart?"
"Is it in the position to be broken?" she said.
She had to admit the sex between them was getting better,
more naturally connected and he knew how to fuck and make love during
the same time. Faith had had relationships where she had been truly
happy and content like any other normal glittering girl. She had
also had one relationship where her contentment became surreal,
surrendered, sometimes sour, and almost intangible. Her relationship
with John was an understanding satin-rose laced like a black patent
leather corset with increasing intimacy. Somehow she knew she felt
the same, but they never spoke of it.
"I thought you didn't slay, anymore," he said.
"I don't. Only sometimes," Faith said. "It relaxes me.
Besides, I can't really abandon what I've been given, never wanted
to, I'm just kind of sidetracked for the ever eternal moment."
The whole reliving days gig she never asked for the gift,
she had just been upgraded with it and was realizing the bigger
picture; it was a puzzle piece, part of the good fight which meant it
wasn't just exclusive to the good guys.
"You're really not scared of anything?" said John.
Faith thought about the ancient vampire Kakistos and how she
watched him murder her first Watcher Madchin. She had been terrified
of him; it had been her real reason for setting up camp in Sunnydale,
which of course had led to slayer rivalry with Buffy and continued
into Los Angeles, which turned out to be refuge for redemption. And
when Faith held the Slayer scythe in Sunnydale, she finally
completely understood the full, never-ending, exhilarating power she
held as The Slayer and it was right to share it with others like
"Nope," she said. "Are you scared of something?"
Quite casually he said, "My world ending."
Looking at her John wondered if they really were part of the
same world. He wondered if it really mattered. Faith was his first
real relationship and he liked it.
"I know what's going on is important," said Faith, "and
someone is always choosing sides. The more you decide on one side
the harder it becomes to leave it behind. There's something bigger
going on than mutant rights. There's good and there's evil and
mutant or non-mutant doesn't factor into the equation."
"I'm not in your fight," he said.
"No, but my fight is rolling, and if my side loses your fight isn't
even going to exist. People will die."
"You worry about your fight. I'll worry about mine," said
Magneto talked about stopping the second Holocaust. The
Holocaust, the apocalypse, they both seemed like the same thing to
"Easy licks, but I don't want to have to worry about you,"
said Faith, "and these days I tend to care more for others instead of
"You don't have to," he said softly, locking into her knowing eyes.
Faith reached down her shirt and pulled out his lighter,
silver with a painted shark mouth reminiscent of a World War II plane.
"I promised I'd give it back," she said, holding it out towards
him. "Don't be too mad at me. I kind of defaced it with loving
John took it from her and examined his prized possession; he hated to
be without it and was glad to have it back where it belonged with
him. Then he saw what she had done. Engraved on the smooth metal
surface in script was, "to John, love Faith."
He stared down at it, clicked it open with his usual suave
demeanor and flicked it once as if he didn't quite trust the flame
completely. Then he snapped it shut.
John looked at her, trying to put his thoughts into some sort
of genuine sentence, but everything he was thinking seemed too
mundane or cliché so he kissed her lips tenderly.
"Are we going or what?" she said, tugging at his waist.
He smiled. "I'm gonna spank you."
"Spank me silly? Spank me lush? I'm not into the S&M scene, on me,
or the whole bondage gig, either, on me, but I think some sweet
compromises could be made," she said, licking his lower lip, her
voice a salty twinkle. Then she savored his soft lips one more
time. "It's kind of chilly outside."
He went to his closet and tossed her his navy blue jacket
with the circled "X" on the left shoulder.
"You can keep it," he said. "I don't need it."