Title: Playing With Fire
Pairing: Chloe/Pyro, Rogue/Warren
Sequel to: The Battle
Universe: Xville Series
Disclaimer: Don't Own
Summary: A couple of weeks have passed, Chloe loves it at Xavier's School for Youngsters, Pyro doesn't. He also doesn't feel threatened by Bobby's interest in Chloe...but when Chloe's past catches up with her, he starts to lose his cool.
A/N: In this universe John can create fire, though he keeps his Zippo for sentimental reasons (though he will never admit to it), and Lois knows both Chloe and Clark's secrets.
Written for my Paranormal25 Prompt Table #25
Logan watched as Pyro took on one opponent after the other in the Simulation Room, taking them down fast and brutally, without a moment's hesitation or mercy. The boy had always been a bit aggressive and quick to violence, and yet it had never been like this. The Brotherhood had certainly molded him, using the traits the Xmen had worried about to their advantage, cultivating them further. It worried and saddened him a little. He'd always thought Hothead was an annoying yet still good kid, and yet now, as he surveyed the action in the Simulation Room, he could see a killer.
That was what Magneto and the Brotherhood did to children.
And Jean had been a part of these assholes...or at least the Dark Phoenix had.
Every time Logan closed his eyes at night he relieved that moment as the world seemed to crumble around them in burning agony as the Dark Phoenix used her powers to begin to disintegrate everything around her. He remembered reaching her side, remembered Jean gaining control long enough to beg for him to save her, and then he remembered plunging his claws into her heart.
She'd smiled at him as she died, thanking him for setting her free, and then had asked him to protect and look after her Hatchling.
The girl who was currently the lover of the killer in the Simulation Room.
Logan frowned, resting his forehead against the bullet-proof glass as he continued to observe John.
As a rule Logan didn't get close to a lot of people, or let them close to him, but Rogue had gotten under his skin and he would never go back on his promise to Jean to take care of her little Hatchling. Somehow he'd found himself feeling fatherly towards the two young women, and he was glad that they were quickly becoming best friends because that would mean that they would be together often which meant he didn't have to be running up and down in different directions trying to keep an eye on both of them.
Rogue he really didn't have to worry much about because while she was a little of a problem-magnet, she had Angel to take care of her whenever Logan wasn't around, and Logan approved of the winged guy.
Logan was still on the fence about hothead.
Of course, it wasn't any of his business who Chloe loved or was with, but it worried him.
Down below in the Simulation Room, Pyro destroyed another target with vicious accuracy.
It really did worry him.
"That's amazing. And a little scary." Clark admitted, walking down the halls with Chloe. "I heard about that battle, and I was going to go and try help the humans but we had another Dark Thursday-ish event in Metropolis and I couldn't leave the people unprotected."
Chloe nodded, hugging herself. "It's a good thing, I guess. Otherwise we would have been fighting on a war...on different sides." She frowned. "I might have even attacked you without knowing who you really were."
Clark frowned at that thought. "At least now you know the truth."
"Some of it, at least." Chloe corrected. "I mean, there's still the mystery about who my father was, and why my mother used to go by Addams when she's a Lane now...and the fact that the General obviously has the X gene in him which means we come from a family of mutants. If so, where are they? We barely know anything about our family. Lois and I have never even met our grandparents."
"Now that you know there's something going on, the two of you will find something." Clark declared.
Chloe smiled. "So, I'm kinda embarrassed I haven't asked this sooner-but how's Lana?"
The alien sighed, lowering his head. "She went off to France again. Said this time she wasn't coming back."
Chloe placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry to hear that, Clark."
"I just guess that after all this time we've been trying to make it work between us...the fact that it isn't...says it all." Clark looked up at him, face betraying how sad he was, but understanding that this was it. "Lois sat me down and had a talk, something about bicycles and training wheels. I got the gist of it, and she was right." He looked up at the sky. "The person who's right for me is out there somewhere, and I have to let go of the past so that I can be ready for her whenever she does appear."
"I'm so proud of you." Chloe whispered, hugging him tightly.
"I missed you, Chlo." Clark hugged her back as well, planting a kiss to her forehead.
They pulled away, smiling at each other, before continued to walk, arm in arm, watching the students both inside and outside, all happy.
"I would have loved to have been in a place like this during high school." Clark admitted, watched as one of the students multiplied herself, while another kept changing the channel of the television by just blinking. "I would have felt less of a freak."
"I think going to this school would have helped a lot of the meteor infected back in the day." Chloe sighed, remembering all the teenagers who'd ended up killed or interned in Belle Reeve. "They'd have been taught how to control their powers, and maybe they wouldn't have ended up so psychotic and the way they were."
"Maybe we could talk to the Headmaster of this school." Clark suddenly announced. "There are still tons of teenagers being infected daily. Maybe, when we found them, we could send them here to be taught how to control themselves, and keep them from going to the darkside."
Chloe's eyes widened as she turned to Clark. "That's an amazing idea! I will talk to Storm as soon as she finishes the interview with Lois." She gasped. "If Storm agrees, Lois could even write an article about it for the Daily Planet and more would know that the school is opened to meteor infected as well!"
The two best friends smiled at each other widely, walking on their way.
As they turned the corner, a petite brunette merged out of the wall and watched looked in the direction they'd gone, curiosity on her pretty, young face.
Erik Lehnsherr sat amongst humans, sneering at the irony of now being one of them. Feeble. Old. Alone.
There were many things Erik regretted that'd come about his reform, losing friends and loved ones obviously at the top. Charles had always been his closest, dearest friend, and his death had never been planned or wanted. And yet Charles was dead, the war lost, and Erik powerless.
So many of his faithful were powerless as well.
His hatred of the humans grew.
He could still remember the cries of his parents as they were assassinated in the concentration camps.
He could still remember the way he was feared and hated as a child because of what he was...which was something he couldn't help.
He'd grown to be proud of himself rather than hate himself as so many of his kind did.
He remembered Moira Addams and her brother Sam Addams, both having joined his cause due to the terrible deaths of their parents as well, parents who had done nothing deserve what had been done to them by the people they'd been friends with all their lives.
Moira with her ability to control other mutants by having something of theirs on her was his greatest treasure, and Sam, with his ability to see the weaknesses in others and use it against them, was a wonderful addition as well.
Together siblings had helped him form the group of mutants who would later become the Brotherhood, to make it what it had been before that ill fated battle.
And then Sam had fallen in love with human woman who'd taken care of him when he'd been left for dead during an operation gone wrong.
The woman had known he was a mutant, and yet had protected and healed him.
Sam had only returned to tell his grieving sister that he was in fact alive, and to sever all his ties with the Brotherhood, before returning to the woman whom he would later marry and sire two daughters with.
Moira had been shocked by her brother's turning against them, and had felt just as betrayed as everyone else in the Brotherhood.
She'd thrown herself deeper into their missions, as if trying to prove to everyone that she wasn't a deserter like her brother.
And then...and then she'd become pregnant.
And everything had changed.
Erik remembered her withdrawing slowly from them, until she finally admitted to the pregnancy and announced that she would be leaving the Brotherhood as well.
Erik had tried to reason with her, letting her know that the child was yet another reason to fight for the supremacy of their race...unless...unless the father was human and thus the child would be as well.
Moira had sneered and assured him that the father of her child was not human but a mutant, and that her child would most definitely be one as well.
Erik couldn't understand it then.
Why leave and abandon the cause that would one day help your child have his or her rightful place in this world?
Moira hadn't had an answer for him, refused to name the father of her child, and disappeared in the dead of the night.
Later he discovered that she'd joined her brother, changing her surname to Lane as he had, and had then married a human man name Gabriel Sullivan.
Erik had felt deceived, sure that this human was the father of the child and that Moira had lied to him.
And then years later Pyro had returned from a mission with Chloe Sullivan in tow...or Enigma as they called her...and Erik had realized how wrong he'd been.
That child was not only a genetic mutant...but a mutated mutant as well...possessing two very strong, very powerful mutations.
She mightn't have been as sure or committed to their cause as her mother, but that was why he'd encouraged the attraction between her and Pyro...for Pyro would forever be faithful to their cause.
And it was through Enigma that Erik had found his last hope.
A man slipped onto the bench next to him, newspaper in hand, and just stared at the sky.
Erik continued to gaze at his crossword puzzle, filling in an asnwer.
The man suddenly rose and left, his newspaper still on the bench.
Calming putting down the crossword puzzle, Erik picked up the folded newspaper and and unfolded it, smiling as he gazed at the syringe filled with bright green liquid.
Looking around to make sure none of the other people in the park were watching, he rolled up his sleeve and injected himself with the liquid, marks on his inner arm betraying the fact that this was not the first injection he'd made.
Hissing as the liquid burnt him from within, Erik pulled out the empty needle and stood, dropping the syringe and newspaper into the garbage by his side.
He laid his hand over the metal container and concentrated.
At first, like all the times before, nothing happened.
And then...it began to tremble.
Victory flashed in those old eyes as Erik smiled.
It was working.