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25 July 2006 @ 12:10 am
You've Got To Go There To Come Back - Chapter 11  
I feel like I may have put more effort into this chapter than any other - I really hope you guys enjoy this one! I would love to know your thoughts on it.

Title: You've Got To Go There To Come Back
Author: sleepall_day
Rating: PG-13.
Timeline: Directly after Alcatraz events of X3.
Summary: After the fight at Alcatraz, Pyro is found and brought back to Xavier's mansion. For his criminal actions he has been given house arrest at Xavier's School and he must learn to adjust.
Author's Note: This is my all-time first fic, and lovethiscity was only recently created purely to post it. As I'm a new writer, I'd appreciate any comments, feedback, suggestions, or Aaron Stanfords that you would care to throw at me.

Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men or any Marvel characters. This is just for fun. Any resemblances you find to actual people, living or dead, shows that you have strange friends.

FANFICTION.NET: I have finally posted all current chapters at Fanfiction.net! If you would prefer to catch up on chapters through that site, my pen name is lovethiscity (same as this journal) and you can find the story here. Now you can keep up with this story whichever way is more convenient for you!

Chapter 11: "I don't like to lie, Kitty."

It had turned into a shrieking contest between me and the man who’d crawled through my window. He was practically standing in my bathroom, too, since my window was right next to it.

“AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!” I shrieked.

“AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!” he replied.

We stopped when a thundering stampede of footsteps came rushing to my door, and someone began pounding on the door.

“What the blazes is going on in there, Pyro?!” Wolverine demanded. “Cut that racket out!”

“John, can I just come in?” Kitty’s voice cried.

She didn’t even wait for me to answer. Instead, she just phased through my door, and when she did, our shrieking contest gained another competitor. But she managed to stop long enough to unlock and open my door, and in burst a flood of people.

I was afraid that everyone at the door would just start pouring in, but Wolverine, Storm, Bobby, and Rogue, who were at the front of the crowd, stopped dead in their tracks. They seemed to all gasp and stare in unison.

Rogue was the first to speak. “Cyclops?” It was barely a whisper, but everyone was frozen, eyes widened and jaws hanging open, so we heard her loud and clear.

Wolverine was no exception. His arms were hanging at his sides with the claws extended, bent over so that they almost touched the floor, and his eyes looked about as big as dinner plates. He slowly turned to stare at me, and looked like he wanted to say, “So, you went to go take a shower, right? And this came up out of the drain, right?”

I nodded at him. Scott Summers, the old leader of the X-Men, Cyclops, the Overgrown Boy Scout… had just surfaced in my bathroom.

I was so relieved that it wasn’t one of the Friends of Humanity that I could’ve jumped for joy, except that my towel would’ve fallen off. Then all the excitement caught up with me and I let out a long breath, and put my hand on my chest to feel how hard my heart had been beating.

Cyclops just looked at me. He looked more annoyed than someone who’d just come back from the dead into the land of the living. “Aren’t you supposed to be with Magneto?” he asked me disdainfully.

“Aren’t you supposed to be dead?” I countered.

“Well, I was trying to get in here unnoticed, and then nobody would’ve been the wiser, would they? Thanks a lot, Pyro!” he scorned.

I let out a surprised scoff. “There’s something very annoying about you, Mr. Summers,” I said, squinting my eyes into slits. I’d been trying to behave myself since I was basically under arrest at the mansion, but at that moment, everything that I was trying to hold back about my regular, honest-to-a-fault personality was coming out. “Is it possibly the fact that you’re incredibly bad at being a smart-ass?”

“Stop that,” he said, sounding exactly the way he had when I used to have a class he taught. In fact, Cyclops was looking as normal as ever, complete with the same old ruby quartz sunglasses he always wore, and he was frowning at the crowd that had gathered at my door.

“Is that really you?” Storm finally spoke.

Cyclops sighed. “It’s really me, Storm. It’s good to see you.”

“Why, you little brat!” Wolverine exclaimed, waving his claws around, causing several students to jump back. “It really is you! And you had me feelin’ sorry when I thought you’d died. You let us all think you were gone, but you were just cowardly hiding out somewhere, weren’t you?!”

“That is not what happened!” Cyclops shouted.

“Then what?!” It was more a growl than a question.

Cyclops and Wolverine were practically in each others’ faces now, both looking like they were going to burst if they didn’t kill the other.

“Er,” I tried to interject, “could we maybe do this outside?” and gave them a point in the direction of my door.

They ignored me for a moment. Damn it, that dream that everyone has about the whole school seeing you in your underwear? Right. That was me.

I yelled at the crowd, “Seriously, all of you. Come on!” That seemed to finally break the spell, and the group started to disperse. This left Wolverine and Cyclops snarling at each other like a pair of wolves fighting for dominance, Storm still staring in shock and shouting at both of them in vain, and a few other students who had been close to Cyclops, including Kitty. Kitty – well, I don’t even know what she was thinking. She looked like she was in shock over Cyclops’s return as well, but mixed with happiness to see him. Then when she glanced at me in my towel, she tried to stifle her laughter.

“What?!” I said, when she let out a snort at my towel. I clutched at it and said, “I meant you too, Kitty! Out!” She was still laughing, though, when she followed my finger and left.

“Everybody!” I insisted to my freaked out staff. An incredible ruckus had broken out in my bathroom – Wolverine and Cyclops bickering, Storm pointing, and Cyclops denying Wolverine’s accusations. I managed to shove them all out of my door. Once they were out, I told them sarcastically, “I’ll leave you to your joyous reunion,” and slammed the door.

After I was able to get dressed in peace, I retreated to the kitchen to make dinner, and found Peter Rasputin there in metal form. He was making himself some food, with his back turned to me. I shifted my eyes back and forth between Peter – Colossus, really, at that moment – and the refrigerator. He was starting to leave the kitchen. What in the world was he doing indoors in his metal form, anyway? Was I ever going to get another chance like this? Should I? Should I not?

Too late! Clang! In one swift motion I’d plucked a magnet off the refrigerator and thrown it at Colossus. A direct hit, right between the shoulders. He spun around immediately. “Pyro!” he admonished. “Did no one teach you manners during your stay here?” his Russian accent soft but evident. He reached his arm around to my well-aimed hard-to-reach-spot, and struggled for a moment before removing the magnet.

I chose to ignore the jab he made about my manners, and responded, “You know, if you’re going to use your power to turn into a gigantic tin can, you may as well have a sense of humor about it.”

“I have sense of humor,” he insisted, and handed the magnet to me.

“Not one that I can see,” I replied.

“No? Why is this?” Peter asked.

“You, Peter, have the flattest personality I have ever encountered in a person,” I told him truthfully. I didn’t seem to care that, after a lifetime of telling the truth, some of my brutal honesty had warped itself into rudeness.

John!” More admonishing. This time, it came from Kitty. She was standing in the doorway behind me. “Did you really have to say that? Peter, just don’t listen to him.”

She’d asked me if I really had to say that. It was the truth. So I calmly said to her, “When I first got here, as a prisoner, did you really mean it when you said that you were glad to have me back?” Kitty had said that, but she’d been lying to her pretty little teeth and I knew it.

Kitty had no answer, so she settled for glaring angrily, and laid a hand on Peter. Peter, on the other hand, didn’t seem to mind the remarks that had been passed. He rubbed her back and said, “Don’t worry about Peter,” and took his food and left.

When Peter was gone, Kitty said in the most sarcastic tone imaginable coming from her, “You don’t have any reason to be acting like that.” She probably wasn’t even aware of how alike we were in terms of speaking our minds. “I can’t imagine that Peter did something to piss you off.”

“Of course he didn’t. I was just talking to him,” I replied, not at all snidely.

My calm tone must have surprised her. “What?” she blurted. I think she was about to accuse me of having been simply rude, or something, but her expression twisted a little bit until she looked calmer. Then she asked, “You really were just talking to him, were you?”

“Kitty… I don’t lie to people. And I wasn’t about to lie to him,” I explained to her.

But Kitty wasn’t having any of it. She looked like I'd just told her that Colossus and I were really brothers, and that had been playful sibling rivalry earlier. She snorted and said, “You don’t lie to people? Lie, cheat, and steal, isn’t that the credo of the Brotherhood of Mutants?”

“Absolutely not. Magneto had a much more colorful way of saying that mutants should rule over humans,” I told her with an air of haughtiness.

She just looked at me derisively again. I glared right back at her. I was feeling pretty cranky myself. For some reason, after discovering that Cyclops was the intruder in my room, I’d started reverting quickly back into my old self. I thought maybe I was just getting tired of pretending I was someone that I really wasn’t, and seeing someone from my past… it just reminded me of, well, me.

“I don’t like to lie, Kitty,” I said conclusively.

“That just makes me think you’re even more of a liar, John Allerdyce!” she said hotly.

Liar, to me, was a fighting word. Nothing I’d said to Kitty in the past few minutes had been a lie. Actually, not much at all that I’ve said since I arrived at Xavier’s School was a lie – starting from the moment I began enrolling here as a student. I mean, sure, I’d been piling up bullshit with Amelia, but that woman was smart enough to recognize sarcasm from lies, so I didn’t count that.

“And you wouldn’t be talking to me that way if you couldn’t phase yourself through anything I hit you with! You’re a coward, Kitty Pryde,” I shot back, responding to that “angry parent using the full name” tactic she’d used on me.

She opened her mouth, but didn’t say anything. A shocked, angry look was on her face, and she started to say something, but I cut her off.

“Never mind, Kitty. Just forget it, okay?” I tried to dismiss my comments with a wave of my hand. “I’m sorry. I mean, I’m sorry that I yelled.” I didn’t mention that I was sorry for what I actually said to her, but she didn’t look as angry anymore. She still didn’t seem to know what to say, though.

The question I asked Kitty earlier, about my arrival to the school, was quite a parallel to an event in my life that I couldn’t forget.

I was only thirteen at the time. I wrote a poem that had won first place in New South Wales, and it qualified for further entry in the contest that would include kids from all over Australia. You could have lit up a room with my face when I found out, I was so elated. My mother had been proud of me, and accompanied me to the ceremony where they presented me with the award.

A few days later, my mother caught me telling our neighbor that her clematis, which was crawling over into our side of the yard, was an eyesore and should be tended to more carefully. My mother apologized profusely on my behalf, and when we were back inside our house, she’d cried, “John, honestly! How could you have been so rude?”

Honestly, indeed. At thirteen years old I’d grown rather defiant and asked her, “Mom, was Dad really sick and couldn’t go to the awards ceremony?”

Her expression told me everything I needed. I was so angry that I didn’t even bother entering the nationwide contest. I remembered that moment distinctly, because from that moment on, the more my dad lied, the more I told the truth.

The thing was, my dad had spent the first part of my life trying to convince me that he was a big shot hero, citing numerous examples from work. He was a doctor, a surgeon, and was constantly saving lives. From what I could discern, he was a good surgeon, too, but he didn’t have to embellish all kinds of details for me to believe it. It was a few years before I was old enough to realize that he had saved a lot less lives than he claimed to have. I guess he just wanted to impress me.

My dad spent the next part of my life avoiding me. I discovered that I could play with the flame on his lighter earlier than a lot of mutants find their powers. I was eleven, and didn’t know that anything was wrong with me. My dad started spending more and more time away from my mom and me, and my parents were constantly bickering about the fact that he never told either of us the truth about why. It wasn’t until the first time I ran away from home that I realized that I was the reason behind the strain in their marriage. And by the time that I wished I could tell my father that he didn’t need to convince me that he was a hero for me to appreciate him, it was too late.

The last time I ever ran away from home, there were no harsh words exchanged. Just relief. And that hurt more than any angry words could have.

Still, I appreciated that, for the first time in years, they didn’t lie to me, telling me that they wished I would stay, or that they wished they’d never had me at all. They had loved me. It would have been a lie to say they hadn’t. But they wanted me gone. By the time I had arrived in New York, I couldn’t have lied even if I wanted to.

Kitty finally said, “Fine, then. If that’s the truth, why don’t you like to lie?”

Most of the people that knew me growing up – they never really questioned it. If I ever mentioned that I didn’t like to lie, which I did mention quite often, they didn’t believe me at first because of that devil-may-care attitude of mine, but they soon learned that I almost always gave the truth. They learned this just by being around me. So, Kitty was the first to have asked me outright why I didn’t like to lie.

Kitty didn’t need to know all of the details. I hesitated, and then I sat down at the kitchen island and indicated that she should sit, too. “Didn’t I once tell you about when I first came to this school?” I thought back to a short conversation we had when Kitty herself was new; I had already been a student for a while.

“Yeah,” Kitty nodded. “But just that you were fifteen. That’s really all I remember you saying. And I didn’t even know that you’d come here from Australia, until you told me that a few days ago.”

“Yup. I don’t talk about that much. Most people just think I up and left home one day because my parents didn’t want a mutant for a kid.”

“But, that’s what happened, isn’t it? At least, that’s what I think you said, but it was a long time ago,” Kitty said, tilting her head.

“It is. But that’s not the whole truth. The truth is that I ran away lots of times before I left for good. My parents hated the fact that I’m a mutant, but my dad more so. He used to tell me all sorts of lies when I was younger, but after he found out I’m a mutant it just got worse. He started lying about different things. About why he was always gone and why he didn’t show up to this poetry awards ceremony that I won a prize at, and –” I stopped myself right there. I hadn’t meant to reveal that much.

Kitty just looked at me, expecting me to continue.

“Well, so yeah, it just got progressively worse,” I said, and then I proceeded with the rest of the story. What was wrong with me? Besides my mother, only one other person knew that story about the contest and the clematis.

“Aw, John…” Kitty said quietly when I’d finished. “My… my parents weren’t all that thrilled to find out I’m a mutant, too, but, they know about this school, and we have a pretty good relationship. I’m really sorry you had to go through that and miss out on having a family.”

“Don’t be sorry,” I said with a huff. I hated sympathy. I told her, “It’s just the facts. So there you have it. I won’t lie, and I won’t complain about the consequences that come as a result of that.”

“Is that so?” she said, challengingly. The girl had spunk.

I responded with some spunk of my own. “Hell. Did you ever see me complain about the black eye that Moira’s husband gave me when they came to visit? What was his name – Sean?”

“Oh… yeah,” Kitty said with a light laugh. “I remember you walking around for about a week like that. What did you say to him, anyway?”

“That his sonic scream sounded like the dying strangulations of an enormous, bratty toddler from hell,” I said, remembering that conversation verbatim.

The fact that I made Kitty laugh made me smile inwardly. She attempted a joke, saying “Well, John, there’s a reason why they call them ‘the fighting Irish’.”

I smiled at her for real to show that her efforts were appreciated.

“So, Kitty, the next time you decide to call me a liar…” I warned, “just remember that I don’t take that kind of crap from anyone.”

Kitty nodded, still looking like she felt sorry for me. I wanted to clear the bad mood from the kitchen, so I got up from the island. In a very obvious attempt to change the subject, I said, “So. Cyclops.”

“Oh, God… yeah,” Kitty said. “What happened, John?”

“What, you mean with him materializing in my toilet?” I said conversationally.

“No, well – I mean, that too!” Kitty said, flustered.

“Really, I don’t know. I was taking a shower, and then all of a sudden I heard my window opening. I opened the door, and there he was!”

“I’m going to find out how he came back,” Kitty decided.

“Who’s going to tell you anything?” I objected.

“I’ll have you know that some of us at this school are actually trusted,” she said, but her tone was light. “I’ll ask Storm.”

“Think she’ll talk with me around?” I wondered out loud.

“Why not? She doesn’t seem to think that you’re a threat to… well, I mean, what harm can it do?” Kitty said, practically covering her mouth at her slip.

“Kitty, Kitty,” I said, shaking my head at her. “Take a leaf out of my book and stop thinking about whether I’m going to care about what you say. Because chances are, I’m not.”

“John,” she protested. “Now I really don’t believe you. Maybe you don’t lie to other people, but you need to stop lying to yourself, too. There are things you care about. I don’t know what all of them are, but they’ve got to be there. And maybe if you stopped being so negative you’d start to see what they are.”

“Are you insinuating that I care about what you say to me?” I sneered, raising my tone slightly.

“I’m not insinuating, I’m saying that if you’d open yourself up a little more, you might start to care about more than you think you do!” she said, getting riled up once again, just as soon as I’d gotten her to calm down by talking to her.

“All right, all right,” I said, putting my hands up. “Look, all I meant was that I just don’t take too many things so personally. So stop worrying.”

We walked to Storm’s office. The door was open, and Storm, Cyclops, Wolverine, and Charlie were all gathered inside. Kitty entered tentatively, until Storm turned towards her and said, “It’s okay, Kitty. Come on in.” Then Storm noticed me, and said, “John?... You can come in too, if you’d like.”

“What’s going on?” Kitty asked, not needing to specify what she was asking about.

Cyclops answered for her. He had his hands on his waist and said, “We were just talking about my friends.” He tilted his head in Charlie’s direction and said, “Charlie’s parents.”

His friends? Before I could raise any questions, Charlie admitted, “Sorry I had to fudge the facts a little, before.”

“About what?” I asked. Kitty and I were the only ones wondering, because of course, everyone else had been told already.

“About the fact that I didn’t know what I was doing when I switched – castled – with Wolverine,” he answered.

I gave him some serious fisheye. He wasn’t daunted, however, and just smiled at me. “I really liked that nickname, John. Thanks, man.”

I just groaned audibly. “It’s dumb, dude,” I told him.

“No, it’s really cool! I like it. Storm even assigned me a codename for the school – Castler,” Charlie insisted.

I was secretly pleased they thought my idea was clever, but at the same time I thought it sounded idiotic. I told them so. “It’s a chess term. It doesn’t at all sound intimidating, you guys,” I said, addressing the whole crowd.

Kitty sighed, and said, “Can we please get back to the subject?”

Charlie responded, “Yeah, so… I did switch with someone from Xavier’s School on purpose, but it’s true that I didn’t know who I was going to switch with.”

Cyclops added, “It was me who put him up to it. I was asking him to get one of my spare glasses for me.”

So that’s how come he was wearing a pair when he’d crawled through my window. All that fuss over Professor Xavier's return, and in the end it had all been for a pair of fucking glasses. I remembered what Charlie said when I first talked to him, that he usually switched with whoever was physically closest to where he wanted to go. I’d found Wolverine in the hallway when he had just been switched with. Come to think of it, he’d been lying at the end of the hallway, where the staircase was. And Cyclops’s room was right at the top of those stairs. It was starting to make sense to me.

I nodded, and Cyclops said, “Sorry, again, to put you guys through all that worry.” He was still the Boy Scout I knew. What had happened to him?

“But, Cyclops,” I pressed. “Where were you? I mean, what happened?”

Storm and Wolverine, who must have already heard this story, began discussing something in hushed whispers with each other. Cyclops turned to me and Kitty, and said, “I don’t want a whole lot of rumors flying around the school. Just, do me a favor and don’t say too much more than you need to, okay?”

“Yeah, whatever,” I said. Kitty nodded earnestly.

“I saw Jean, at Alkali Lake…” he started to say. I knew about this already. Hell, everybody did. The X-Men knew that that’s where Cyclops had gone when he was last seen, and that Jean had seen him too. Then after news of Cyclops’s apparent death, those two facts had percolated everywhere, including into Magneto’s crowd.

Then Cyclops shook his head and said, “You guys know the gist of what happened, I guess. Storm tells me there was a lot of talk going on.”

“Obviously. Death – hello! It’s definitely a conversation starter. And even more so, when you find out it wasn’t even real,” I insisted.

Cyclops shrugged off my comment, and said, “Jean started building up a lot of telepathic pressure around me. I’d never felt it like that before.” He looked like he was tired of telling the story. “I wound up at the bottom of the lake… and mentally cried out for help, which the Professor heard. He’s the only reason why I’m alive now. The Professor. He… he saved me, he kept me alive, kept me shielded from Jean’s mental power. I don’t think Jean even realized he was doing it – as far as she knew, I was gone.” He got a distressed look on his face, and didn’t look like he wanted to keep talking.

Two of the most important people in his life were gone, and he hadn’t even been around to mourn them with everyone else. He had to do his grieving alone. His face started to scrunch up, and – oh, God. If there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s a grown man crying. I mean, what are you exactly supposed to do? Let him cry? Tell him he’s a baby?

Kitty started to approach him, but my hand shot out before she could do anything. This man had never been a surrogate father to me the way Magneto pretended to be, but he was a patient and fair teacher. He was the only member of the staff that I knew to be an orphan, and sympathized with me immediately when I first arrived. I wouldn’t say that we were close – we weren’t, but he had been kind. He’d been the one who knew about my “contest and clematis story,” and he had taught me to drive, since I left home at too early an age to be taught by my own parents. I had been grateful that he risked the perils of a teenager driving his car, and remembered the feeling of resentment when Wolverine clawed it during our trip to visit Bobby’s family in Boston. I gripped Scott’s shoulder, and said, “Easy, big guy,” and let him cry.

Chapters: 1 and 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 7 , 8 , 9 , 10
pat_nosferatupat_nosferatu on July 25th, 2006 08:38 am (UTC)
I would have never guessed that it was Scott?! What a surprise:)
John's family history is quite interesting, normally people write that his father was an alkoholic and kicked him out of the house, so it's nice change.
The last scene is great. It seems that John is now trusted and it's rally good thing.
Can't wait to read more:)

Iris: cyclops was more butch in the cartoonsleepall_day on July 25th, 2006 09:14 am (UTC)
Cool! Part of the reason why I wanted to include him was because I thought he'd be fun to write and he was soooooooooo underused in the third movie!

Do they really? About fanfic writers talking about John's father being an alcoholic, that is... I actually don't read too many fanfics so I don't know. But I hope I'm not ripping off any ideas or anything like that, so, I was glad to get your comment :)

I liked writing that last scene.
kyrorose on July 25th, 2006 08:45 am (UTC)
wow i did not expect it to be cyclops but hey john in a towel for any reason is fine by me!
Iris: cyclops - rules are swell!sleepall_day on July 25th, 2006 09:15 am (UTC)
Heheh yeah - how do you like the return of Scott?

john in a towel for any reason is fine by me!
saaaame ;)
(no subject) - kyrorose on July 25th, 2006 09:20 am (UTC) (Expand)
Jess: pyro - your smirk keels mehazy_crazy on July 25th, 2006 09:08 am (UTC)
Awww I liked the last paragraph! And I loved that insight into John's past =D

Yaaay I just love it all. LOL ;) It's progressing so nicely.

Can't wait to read more!
Jess: pyro - you don't carehazy_crazy on July 25th, 2006 09:10 am (UTC)
AND OMG I SO did not expect it to be Scott!! What a surprise =D

(Thank god it wasn't Magneto lol)
(no subject) - sleepall_day on July 25th, 2006 09:16 am (UTC) (Expand)
lux_apollo on July 25th, 2006 01:17 pm (UTC)
This was such a thoroughly unexpected twist! You have me intrigued.
Iris: chaarrrlliieeeesleepall_day on July 25th, 2006 05:49 pm (UTC)
Ah, I was wondering if anybody had any guesses as to who it was! Thansk for reading.
Faiya Zanzia: White tigerannavignola on July 25th, 2006 01:41 pm (UTC)
Wow, Cyclops? Interesting! :D

I loved the last scene - John is trying to be nice. I also liked how he has that "I don't lie" thing. His personal history was also quite interesting, as few stories don't have his father as a drunk.
Iris: cyclops - rules are swell!sleepall_day on July 25th, 2006 05:51 pm (UTC)
Heh, that's cool - guess I surprised a few people then!

And yeaahhh, pat_nosferatu also said that a lot of fanfic writers say that John's father was a drunk. I don't really know where that came from - I don't think it's actually mentioned in the comics, as far as I know, so I'm not sure why so many people do that? I hoped I haven't ripped anyone off though.

And thanks, I really liked writing that last scene :)
(no subject) - annavignola on July 25th, 2006 07:44 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - sleepall_day on July 26th, 2006 02:53 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - annavignola on July 27th, 2006 05:35 am (UTC) (Expand)
Teganshadowcat47 on July 25th, 2006 02:55 pm (UTC)
Awesome chapter! I liked how you included John's history. Excellent job! Update soon!!!
Iris: cyclops was more butch in the cartoonsleepall_day on July 25th, 2006 05:51 pm (UTC)
Thanks! I hope people enjoy those parts.
Hailey Burdenskepticalwriter on July 25th, 2006 04:51 pm (UTC)
I really loved this chapter. I never expected Cyclops! It's really awesome that you put him back in! Love the icon, just so you know!


I'd have to say the lying scene(including John's past) and the end were my favorite, though John in a towel is incredibly lovely.
Iris: chaarrrlliieeeesleepall_day on July 25th, 2006 05:52 pm (UTC)
Ah, thanks so much. And it's cool that you think Cyclops was a good addition! Part of the reason why I wanted to include him was because I thought he'd be fun to write, and he was totally underused in the third movie.

Which icon, this one?

I really really liked writing the last scene :)
cloremorbed: misc: monty pythoncloremorbed on July 25th, 2006 07:23 pm (UTC)
Scott?! Wow...didn't see that coming. And John - In a towel!?! wonderful mental image...hehe.

It was a great chapter! I can see that you put more effort into thinking through the plot, I think, with this chapter. You've included some great plot devices... I still love the way you portray John, and the fact that you are slowly allowing the other characters to trust him more and more. I never would have thought that Scott would be like a mentor (sort of) to John, but I think that the two of them actually fit quite well in that capacity.
Iris: cyclops was more butch in the cartoonsleepall_day on July 25th, 2006 09:34 pm (UTC)
Guess I surprised some people with the return of Scott! I hope that it works, and that it doesn't seem too out of left field. Heck, Jean killed him offscreen in a COMIC BOOK movie! Pssshhhh, he's fiiine.

Thanks so much for the comment! I did feel like I put a lot of effort into this chapter. And I was happy to read people saying that the plot was moving along, last chapter, and such.

I didn't quite see Scott as a mentor-figure (you did say "sort of," though) but yeah, just more of someone that tried to trust him in the past, and such.

I totally was hoping people would remember the look Pyro gave in X2 when he goes, "This is Cyclops's car."
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Iris: cyclops - rules are swell!sleepall_day on July 26th, 2006 02:43 am (UTC)
Yaaay, Scott. Heh, I'm very glad you thought it was funny. I wanted my fic to be fun for people to read...

Thanks a lot, your comment was encouraging. And I've love to see people's responses to their relationship.
Linea: hehenayerzish on July 26th, 2006 04:22 am (UTC)
Cyclops eh? Neat-O! I'm enjoying how Pyro is coming along. Update soon. :)
Iris: chaarrrlliieeeesleepall_day on July 26th, 2006 04:44 am (UTC)
Thanks! Pyro has changed a little so far, hasn't he? But not entirely. I'm glad to hear you like what's happening! I'll try to get the next update soon...
(no subject) - nayerzish on July 26th, 2006 05:17 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - sleepall_day on July 26th, 2006 05:30 am (UTC) (Expand)
Crystal: x-men - pyro - wanna take this outside?petitebelette on July 27th, 2006 03:46 pm (UTC)
I missed a chapter!!

I had been grateful that he risked the perils of a teenager driving his car, and remembered the feeling of resentment when Wolverine clawed it during our trip to visit Bobby’s family in Boston.

I LOVE that you- that's just some good improv.

AHahahaha, I was like laughing hysterically the ENTIRE towel scene.

I want a picture of Aaron in a towel SO BAD.
Iris: aaarrrrroonnnnsleepall_day on July 27th, 2006 06:45 pm (UTC)
I missed a chapter!
HEE, your icon makes him look like he's saying, "DUDE, WHAT! Starting without me?!" haha.

You know, I'm really glad you noticed that line - it's one of my favorites. It's just really awesome that you called it "good improv" too because seriously, that last paragraph really just came to me as I was writing. I hadn't thought it out ahead of time too much.

I want a picture of Aaron in a towel SO BAD.
Yes, I think this is a necessary thing...
(no subject) - petitebelette on July 27th, 2006 06:48 pm (UTC) (Expand)
{oh these tumbled stars}: x-men - kyro - flirtingtumbledstars on July 28th, 2006 05:04 pm (UTC)
This chapter was brilliant! And I LOVED this part: His face started to scrunch up, and – oh, God. If there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s a grown man crying. LOL. Scott is a big baby... aaargh...
Iris: cyclops was more butch in the cartoonsleepall_day on July 30th, 2006 07:13 am (UTC)
Thanks very much for the comment!

Oh, Scott *sigh* Hahah, my keywords for this icon is "Cyclops was more butch in the cartoon"
giving my life to a rainbow like you: draco malfoy: he must be gayhep_hey on August 6th, 2006 06:27 pm (UTC)
james marsden must've felt a little pissed after reading the script for the third movie. all he did was silently weep and mourn and then he got blown to pieces or whatever. but he did get to wear red glasses and tight pants, so maybe he's happy, i don't know.

but anyway, finally got to catch up with your story, yay. i was intrigued by john's background. very well written indeed. :)