100 Situations - Rogue/Pyro T2 Prompt #69: Bitter
Title: Renewal (4/?)
Fandom: X-Men (Movie)
Characters: Rogue/Pyro
Prompt: #69 - Bitter
Word Count: 796
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A new year begins as an old friendship is renewed.
Author's Notes: The X-Men aren’t mine; they belong to Marvel and 20th Century Fox.
Post X3, has spoilers. Cheers to scatterhearts. Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
Written for 100_situations
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He hadn’t called. In a week, he hadn’t called. Marie was starting to wonder if it had all been some elaborate hallucination brought on by champagne and boredom. Maybe her subconscious had decided her life needed spicing up.
After all, she had made out with John Allerdyce on New Year’s Eve. Surely that hadn’t really happened?
Then she’d remember the way he looked. Remember the scars, and his eyes. Remember his lips on hers. And she wanted it all to be real. But then she’d remember the restaurant, and she’d go back to feeling depressed. Surely he should have called by now?
She hadn’t meant to push him about the scars, but she wanted to know. There was no common ground between them anymore. Once upon a time they would have been sitting around the mansion teasing each other, teasing Bobby. They’d have had talked about schoolwork, or at least how much they’d hated it.
Now what were they supposed to talk about? He hadn’t really asked her about the Cure, just made references. She had tried to ask about something that had happened to him, but he’d shutdown. And she hadn’t wanted to ask about Alcatraz. She’d learnt all about it from Bobby, and the other X-Men before she’d left the mansion.
She could have talked about work, she supposed. Only, it’s not very interesting describing filing and answering phones. A shrill ring broke through her thoughts.
“Speak of the devil,” she muttered as she reached for the phone on her desk. She cleared her throat before picking it up. “Malone and Roberts Accounting.”
*
Marie picked up the last of the manila folders that had been left in her tray, opening the bottom filing cabinet so she could sort them. An appreciative whistle sounded from behind her, and she turned. The folders crashed to the floor, her jaw dropping. John Allerdyce was standing in front of her desk. She blushed when she realized he’d been checking out her ass, and then swore as she dropped to her knees to pick up the fallen folders.
He came around the desk, crouching to help her. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”
She shrugged, her eyes avoiding his. “You didn’t. I was just surprised.”
His fingers brushed hers as he handed her a folder, and she froze. Even the briefest amount of contact had sent waves of desire rolling through her and she felt it coil tight in the pit of her stomach. She didn’t trust herself to be able to speak without it coming out in a moan.
“I would have called, but I didn’t think I’d need an appointment just to see the secretary. Is it a bad time?”
She shook her head, picking up the last folder. She turned, starting to put them away. She heard him sigh from behind her, and turned to regard him from the corner of her eye. He had settled back against her desk, apparently content to sit on the floor and watch her.
She turned her attention back to filing away the client documents, still not trusting herself to speak. She was glad that he was the one who decided to speak.
“After Alcatraz, I was held by the government.”
Marie paused, any feelings of relief rapidly dissolving.
“Your boy, Drake had knocked me out so I’d been easy enough for them to take away. I woke up in a cell, with nothing much except a pair of boxers. I was there for several months.”
She quietly shifted, turning around so she was facing him. He was holding up his hands, the backs of them facing her so she could see the scars.
“This was their idea of scientific exploration. Apparently they weren’t satisfied with just being able to identify the Mutant X gene. They needed to know whether there were any other contributing factors to my power. So they cut up my hands, looking for whatever it was that let me manipulate fire.”
She raised her hand to cover her mouth, her eyes widening as she thought about what he must have gone through.
His eyes hardened as he dropped his hands. “That’s not the worse part though, Roguey. You know that Cure you took? The one to let you touch people, make you human? The one you took so willingly?”
She nodded, starting to feel uncomfortable at the look of utter rage that had contorted his features.
“Well I was never given a choice. One day they wake me up, two big guys holding me down as the doctor injects me. Then the doctor reaches into his pocket and brings out a lighter. The moment he ignites it, naturally I try to make an escape. Only problem is I couldn’t sense the fire, Roguey. They cured me.”
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Fandom: X-Men (Movie)
Characters: Rogue/Pyro
Prompt: #69 - Bitter
Word Count: 796
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A new year begins as an old friendship is renewed.
Author's Notes: The X-Men aren’t mine; they belong to Marvel and 20th Century Fox.
Post X3, has spoilers. Cheers to scatterhearts. Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
Written for 100_situations
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He hadn’t called. In a week, he hadn’t called. Marie was starting to wonder if it had all been some elaborate hallucination brought on by champagne and boredom. Maybe her subconscious had decided her life needed spicing up.
After all, she had made out with John Allerdyce on New Year’s Eve. Surely that hadn’t really happened?
Then she’d remember the way he looked. Remember the scars, and his eyes. Remember his lips on hers. And she wanted it all to be real. But then she’d remember the restaurant, and she’d go back to feeling depressed. Surely he should have called by now?
She hadn’t meant to push him about the scars, but she wanted to know. There was no common ground between them anymore. Once upon a time they would have been sitting around the mansion teasing each other, teasing Bobby. They’d have had talked about schoolwork, or at least how much they’d hated it.
Now what were they supposed to talk about? He hadn’t really asked her about the Cure, just made references. She had tried to ask about something that had happened to him, but he’d shutdown. And she hadn’t wanted to ask about Alcatraz. She’d learnt all about it from Bobby, and the other X-Men before she’d left the mansion.
She could have talked about work, she supposed. Only, it’s not very interesting describing filing and answering phones. A shrill ring broke through her thoughts.
“Speak of the devil,” she muttered as she reached for the phone on her desk. She cleared her throat before picking it up. “Malone and Roberts Accounting.”
*
Marie picked up the last of the manila folders that had been left in her tray, opening the bottom filing cabinet so she could sort them. An appreciative whistle sounded from behind her, and she turned. The folders crashed to the floor, her jaw dropping. John Allerdyce was standing in front of her desk. She blushed when she realized he’d been checking out her ass, and then swore as she dropped to her knees to pick up the fallen folders.
He came around the desk, crouching to help her. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”
She shrugged, her eyes avoiding his. “You didn’t. I was just surprised.”
His fingers brushed hers as he handed her a folder, and she froze. Even the briefest amount of contact had sent waves of desire rolling through her and she felt it coil tight in the pit of her stomach. She didn’t trust herself to be able to speak without it coming out in a moan.
“I would have called, but I didn’t think I’d need an appointment just to see the secretary. Is it a bad time?”
She shook her head, picking up the last folder. She turned, starting to put them away. She heard him sigh from behind her, and turned to regard him from the corner of her eye. He had settled back against her desk, apparently content to sit on the floor and watch her.
She turned her attention back to filing away the client documents, still not trusting herself to speak. She was glad that he was the one who decided to speak.
“After Alcatraz, I was held by the government.”
Marie paused, any feelings of relief rapidly dissolving.
“Your boy, Drake had knocked me out so I’d been easy enough for them to take away. I woke up in a cell, with nothing much except a pair of boxers. I was there for several months.”
She quietly shifted, turning around so she was facing him. He was holding up his hands, the backs of them facing her so she could see the scars.
“This was their idea of scientific exploration. Apparently they weren’t satisfied with just being able to identify the Mutant X gene. They needed to know whether there were any other contributing factors to my power. So they cut up my hands, looking for whatever it was that let me manipulate fire.”
She raised her hand to cover her mouth, her eyes widening as she thought about what he must have gone through.
His eyes hardened as he dropped his hands. “That’s not the worse part though, Roguey. You know that Cure you took? The one to let you touch people, make you human? The one you took so willingly?”
She nodded, starting to feel uncomfortable at the look of utter rage that had contorted his features.
“Well I was never given a choice. One day they wake me up, two big guys holding me down as the doctor injects me. Then the doctor reaches into his pocket and brings out a lighter. The moment he ignites it, naturally I try to make an escape. Only problem is I couldn’t sense the fire, Roguey. They cured me.”
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