Pyro scrubbed a hand over his face before he squinted up into the afternoon sun. He had never been a pale kid, his skin always a little darker but looking at himself now he was definitely pale. He hadn't seen daylight for who knew how many days. He'd been locked up, he'd been in the med lab and he'd been in Warren's room. He wasn't complaining ( Read more... )

Warren was quite proud of his foresight to give Hank the spare key to his room for John. One, it meant if Hank needed to see him, he could without Warren needing to move too much, and two, he could screen any knocks at the door and not answer if he didn't want to because he knew John could just please himself if Hank ever released him from the ( Read more... )

There had been a lot of disapproving looks from Hank and some kicked puppy looks from John, but Warren finally lost his cool and told them both he was going back to his room so he actually fit on a bed. If he didn't lie down, he was going to fall down. Maybe there did need to be some time spent between him and John, but Warren wanted to be in his ( Read more... )

It's official. Broken. Assholes.

Beat my top score in Fruit Ninja! \o/

Are you dead yet?

[Before THIS and THIS]He felt like shit. John knew he had to look like shit too. He couldn't move without grunting in pain, so that meant he just lay in the bed Hank had set up for him down in the infirmary and didn't actually protest anything. He didn't argue when tests were done, or when bandages were changed or applied. His voice came out husky ( Read more... )

With a frustrated groan as he buried his head under two pillows, Warren wondered how, with all the modern technology the team had, the walls in Xavier's could be so freaking thin and poorly sound-insulated.

Warren was stalking through the halls of Xavier's, basically ignoring anyone he passed and even blatantly ignoring a couple of team members when they tried to say hello to him. He just wasn't in the mood for niceties. He had woken up in a pissed off mood after not sleeping well, too many random thoughts about John and what could have been racing ( Read more... )

[Related to THIS]John was beyond restless by the time he got into New York City from Westchester. His duffel bag was in the boot of his car, and it had taken all his energy not to stop and just blow something up out of frustration. The fight with Warren was running over and over in his mind and all he wanted to do was forget it. He found a cheap ( Read more... )