Title: X2 deleted scene Pyro and Rogue
author: Tara Ann
summary: John and Rogue share some conversation. X2
Rating/warning & pairing: G. Pyro/Rogue
** 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.
note: This scene takes place between Pyro's deleted campfire scene
and Mystique in Logan's tent.
EXT. CAMPFIRE NIGHT
John Allerdyce a.k.a Pyro is still sitting where he was when he
helped Rogue and Bobby start the fire. The attack on the mansion
scared him, the attack on Logan scared him, the attack on the x-jet
scared him, but fighting back on the porch made him realize he
doesn't have to be afraid. He realized he's more angry than afraid
and something in his life needs to change he doesn't want to sit
around and wait; he wants to fight, he wants to survive for one
simple reason because he can. Maybe he's become too comfortable at
the school and he knows it will never be his home. He's looking for
something more and maybe he doesn't need the others, maybe the only
person he can depend on is himself. They don't understand and maybe
he wanted them to he used to want them to not now . . . he's
looking for something different, something more than the make-believe
they entertain. He needs to believe something different; hope needs
to be something he can touch and feel and control.
He sees Rogue walking towards him and for one moment he hopes it's
because she really wants to talk to him, but he tells himself he
doesn't have the chance in hell and that somehow he let the one
chance he did have wither into blandly epic fantasies.
I think he's looking for you. He didn't stick around too long after
you went off like Little Miss Attitude.
Me? You know, you're not such the tough one to hold on to.
(sits beside him)
You're still inside my head. I'm never going to forget you.
(looks at her)
I guess I should say, "Sorry for the inconvenience." I never wanted
to upset your pretty little head.
I know what you're hiding, John. I guess I don't really understand
why you're hiding. We're on the same side . . .
I always liked the "hiding" part better than the "seeking" part.
Don't you worry. I'm not gonna tell the whole world.
Maybe you should.
I'll write it into my novel.
Talking to people isn't that intimidating.
No, it's just pointless. They're aren't enough words.
Why didn't you tell me?
Why didn't you tell me you liked me?
I don't know how to impress you.
Then I should tell you the secret you don't have to try very hard.
I thought maybe you were afraid to touch me.
No, I don't want to touch you. Not in the way you think.
(beat, stands up)
Don't stay out here all night, you'll freeze.
(looks at the fire and smiles)
I don't think so.
You know what I mean.
No, I really don't. I wish I did.
I think I'm starting to hate them. The people.
The people who don't like us.