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14 July 2006 @ 01:45 am
You've Got To Go There To Come Back - Chapters 1 and 2  
Please read the author's note!

Title: You've Got To Go There To Come Back
Author: sleepall_day
Rating: PG, whole fic will probably be 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.
Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men or any characters used in this fanfiction.
Author's Note: This is my honest-to-goodness, first ever, never-before-done, I HAVE NEVER WRITTEN A FIC BEFORE. EVER. As in, I only JUST created lovethiscity purely to post this fic. This isn't a plea of "Please be nice to me!" more like a warning of, "Oh my God this is going to suck." I'm more of a graphics kind of a person. I absolutely never write. But I had this plot idea, and I just had to try it out, and I'm hoping against hope that it works. So I'd really appreciate it if you guys gave it a try and let me know how it goes, and if you'd be interested in reading more and whatnot. Seriously. Feedback is the only thing you get in return for writing, is it not?

A couple more notes: Yes, since I'm posting this in phase_fire, this is ultimately a Pyro/Kitty fic. However, there is a lot of lead-in, so you may not see Kitty for awhile. Don't be too disappointed! It's coming. Also, this post incorporates both chapters 1 and 2. Chapter 1 was a good lead-in, I felt, but didn't give you enough taste for the story, so here's both. Chapter 1 is in third person, but the rest, probably, will all be in first person. Hope you enjoy this!


Chapter 1: "You don't know who it is?"

As though nothing had happened the night before, the sun shone cheerily down on San Francisco. The weather was no indicator of the destruction that had occurred on Alcatraz Island, and Warren Worthington was closer to the puffy clouds above than any other human that afternoon. Warm thermals lifted him higher and Warren felt lighter than he ever had since the day he first took flight years ago.

Fearing that more of Magneto’s mutants would hunt down his father, Warren had flown him away from the fight on Alcatraz and didn’t even dare taking him back to their home. Surely they knew where he lived. Warren couldn’t risk his father being anywhere near the fight, and had to leave them behind as he took him to his aunt’s home several miles away. Nobody got much sleep that night – his aunt, surprised by the sudden visit and even more so by the shaken up look on her brother’s face, and the two Warrens, who spent the night talking. As soon as it was morning, the younger Warren phoned the mansion to tell Storm, the newly appointed headmaster, that he would be soon returning. He wanted a place to belong, to make a difference, to actually do something instead of moping and hiding his wings. Now he had finally reconciled with his father, and for the first time, nothing was weighing down his wings as he flew past the wreckage on Alcatraz.

A “Danger” sign on the ground miles below made Warren grow strangely nostalgic. When he was younger, as the kids in his classes moved up grades, more and more of them began showing up in glasses. Warren’s eyes were of the contrary – they sharpened like a hawk’s. Nothing escaped his eyes when he was in the air. Nothing – certainly not that boy on the ground who was still moving.

Warren swooped down, to see who it was. Upon closer look he didn’t recognize him, but he couldn’t have been older than he was. He was light brown haired and burned in the face, maybe in other places too. His clothes were definitely singed. The boy was stirring, but not awake. Warren didn’t even think twice about whether or not he should help him, and bent down to pick him up. He turned around to take flight again, and his usually graceful movements were suddenly interrupted by his wing swinging around to knock over some pieces of metal. Several pieces piled on top of each other fell to the ground, one of them cutting him on the shoulder on the way. He groaned, blaming it on his lack of sleep and wondered when he would get used to not having those wings in a harness.

Although the cut was deep and began to bleed immediately onto his front and on the boy in his arms, it wasn’t long before Warren was in the air and the cut was healing itself. While searching for one of his father’s nearby offices, Warren noticed that the cut was almost nearly gone. Nice, he thought. This had happened on several other occasions before. Guess this is another added bonus to the wings? Warren took a dive, and placed the boy on the roof of the office building while he went down the stairs to find a phone.

“Storm? It’s me – it’s Warren.”

“Hi, hon. I thought you were on your way. Is there are problem?” she answered tiredly.

“No, not exactly. It’s just, yeah, I was on my way. But I saw someone at Alcatraz, and he’s hurt but alive. And I guess he was there last night so I’m guessing he’s a mutant, too. I just wanted to tell you I’m bringing someone else with me.”

“You don’t know who it is?”

“Well, no, I don’t recognize him but I thought maybe he was one of the students and couldn’t be found last night. Is everyone okay? Are you missing anyone?” Warren grew suddenly concerned. Maybe some of them hadn’t made it.

“We’re… Professor – we’re okay for the most part,” Storm managed to get out. “All the kids have returned.”

“He has light brown hair, looks like my age, shorter than me…” Warren answered.

Storm hesitated, thinking that the description sounded like it could be Bobby and felt a twinge of paranoia for her students until she remembered that he was safe and in the school. “No, he doesn’t sound like he’s one of…” she trailed off.

“Storm? Are you there?” Warren asked.

There was some hesitation, and then, “Yes, bring him with you.”

Warren, thankful for the empty room, opened a window and chose to fly back to the roof instead of taking the stairs. The boy was still there. He looked the same, only… what was different? Taking him in his arms again Warren realized that the burns were gone. Could he have the same healing power that he did?

Back in New York, Warren landed gracefully as always on the lawn of Xavier’s school. As he was using both his arms to carry the boy, he turned around and used a wing to thump on the front door. There were some running feet, and Rogue threw the door open. She smiled at Warren so briefly it was barely there, and it was replaced with widened eyes and a gasp as she recoiled: “Pyro.”

Chapter 2: "Come on, this tie's gettin' on my last nerve."

Something was different. Ugh. I had a dull headache. That wasn’t it. That was there before. I was definitely feeling good enough to sit up though, and where I sat up on was a bed. Okay, that was definitely new. I must’ve been out for a long time – why was I in a bed? I knew this much: I was at Alcatraz fighting alongside Magneto, and then fighting Bobby, the “Iceman.” Then he’d knocked me out, but not completely. That kid never had much in him. It wasn’t the blow to the head that put me out of commission, it was the sudden startling of the hit that caused me to lose focus on my powers and burn myself. Damn it. I hadn’t done that in so long, probably since I first learned that I had any powers at all. It turns out a fire I can’t control is a fire that can burn me. Damn that Bobby.

And then what happened? My face hurt so much. I’d never, ever felt the sensation of real burning before, and it had torn apart my face. Then I’d blacked out, and now I was in some place I didn’t recognize. I was going to be disfigured forever. I couldn’t bear it, I held my face in my hands as if to hide the ugly burns or to just hide away the world, or – that’s it. My face. That’s what was different. It didn’t even hurt anymore.

I stood up – no, bolted – and looked around the room. There was a small bathroom attached to the bedroom, and I ran inside. The mirror. I was… I looked like me. What happened to all the burns? They were gone! The places they were weren’t even hurting anymore. I couldn’t have been knocked out long enough for them to heal, could I – no, those probably wouldn’t have ever healed at all, under normal circumstances. I backed out of the bathroom, and opened the bedroom door.

Xavier’s school. So that’s where I was. As soon as I opened the door it all came back in a wave. The hallway was instantly recognizable, with its wooden décor and the small doors along the entire hall. I can’t even begin to imagine how I got here, or why I’m not… restrained, I guess. I was working with Magneto. Should I leave?

No, I decided. I needed some answers first. I wandered down the hall slowly, not sure which way to go first. Maybe I should try Xavier’s office. At least there I’d probably get a straight answer about what I was doing here. I turned around and headed the opposite direction but I didn’t even make it to the office before I bumped right into someone I didn’t at all care to see.

“Look who’s up and at ‘em,” said a gruff voice. One could practically hear the hairs growing on that man as he spoke. “We’ve got some words to have with you,” Wolverine growled, and grabbed my upper arm and dragged me to the office.

“Hey!” I started to say defensively, and clenched a fist with my free hand. The wrist lighter was gone. I frantically searched my pockets. The old Zippo, that was gone, too. There was a sense of panic when I realized I couldn’t defend myself. They were still there when I was about to pass out on Alcatraz! They must have taken them from me when they brought me here. Whoever “they” were.

“Hello, John,” Storm said in a weary voice as Wolverine practically threw me into the room. I also saw Hank McCoy. I said nothing. Realizing I had no lighter made me feel I was no longer in a position to be too antagonistic.

I finally found my voice, and said, “What’s going on? Why am I here?”

“Warren found you on Alcatraz, and brought you here because you were hurt and unconscious. You seem to have already made a recovery, however, so we moved you out of our infirmary and were waiting for you to wake up,” she answered.

“Who’s… never mind,” I said quietly. I sighed, and looked around the office. So they had found me and brought me back. To nurse me back to health? To turn me in to the authorities? What was it? I sighed again as I realized I didn’t have much to say for my own case.

Then, I remembered that they hadn’t locked me up. “You can’t stop me from leaving, though,” I said as defiantly as I could. “I don’t have to say thanks for anything, either.”

I backed away from Storm and Wolverine towards the door, and McCoy finally spoke. “In fact, you are most mistaken, young John. We have informed the attorney general of your presence here and have presented your case.”

Case? What case? I decided to ask. “Case? What case?”

“I had originally argued that we take a different course of action, but Ororo here, Miss Munroe to you, insisted that we allow you a chance for rehabilitation from past crimes,” McCoy answered. This did not help clarify the situation much.

I guess Storm sensed my confusion, because she said, “John, you were a student of mine. I was sorry to see you go, but we’re not condemning people.” Wolverine scoffed. Storm gave him a look, and continued. “Your leaving us was your choice, but maybe you’d like to correct that.”

Before she could continue, I cut her off, and said, “What? You said it yourself. It was my choice. I didn’t choose to stay here, remember? Why would I want to correct myself? I’m… I’m leaving. Again.” I backed away some more.

“On the contrary,” McCoy said. “We are obligated to respond to criminal behavior. Miss Munroe wished as lenient a punishment as possible, so we have arranged for a plea bargain.”

“A what? You’re turning me in?” I said, now more confused than ever.

“We spoke to the Department of Mutant Affairs,” Storm said, softening a little bit. “We tried to explain your situation, that your background involved unresolved discrimination issues with your parents, and how you tried to fill that parental role with Magneto.” I cringed, but all of that is in my files at the school. Xavier once explained how certain things aren’t confidential to the school exclusively.

“We’re using as much as we can to make a fair case for you, John. We just want a second chance for all of our students,” Storm continued before I could ask why they were doing this. I heaved another sigh as I remembered an old poster in a classroom of Storm’s, something about “the joys of teaching” and “molding young minds.” She could be telling me the truth.

“What am I supposed to do?” I said bitterly. Here I was again. The rock and the hard place.

Two mornings later I was almost glad to be getting out of the mansion and to the courthouse, as it had been sufficiently awkward stepping around all the kids currently living there. I was given some clothes and told to make myself presentable for the day, and left with Hank McCoy, Storm, and Wolverine. There was a woman in a dress suit in the lobby waiting for us, who Storm said was my lawyer.

The woman extended her hand and said, “Hi, I’m Anna McDaniel. You can just call me Anna.” She was friendly enough, but she got right to the point. “Just remember, we are addressing the fire at the Worthington clinic resulting in some fatalities and injuries, and assistance in the escape of several captured mutants. Don’t bring up any crimes from the past, and don’t say anything when not spoken to, all right? We’re going to do our best. They’re going to ask you how you plead, and say ‘guilty.’ That’s going to be all you have to say, all right?”

I nodded, since she was brisk enough that I didn’t have to say much else. Guilty. I don’t care that I did what I did – it was such an ugly word.

The entire courthouse was a blur. I’d never been in one before. I’d never even had to serve jury duty, since I wasn’t even a citizen of America. I barely heard some of the things the judge said to me. I probably should have listened harder, since the judge and lawyer were actually talking about me and the things I’d done, but it was all so dizzying. I know what I did. And I don’t feel too guilty for a lot of the things I did. But sitting in that room made me feel like a hundred pairs of eyes were looking at me calling me guilty. I guess because they were. After such a long period of doing whatever I pleased, for the first time in years, I felt ashamed sitting in that court room.

The next time that I was spoken to after I plead myself guilty, that ugly word, was when the judge presented me with something unexpected.

“You must understand that we tend not to take into account personal issues or feelings with the law. However, your case is a different one. Not everyone today is discriminated against as harshly as mutants. The woman Raven Darkholme has been extremely helpful in locating the criminal Magneto in the past few weeks. However, as of late he has of course slipped away. We can offer you a choice, John Allerdyce. Raven Darkholme has informed us that you will know better than she at this time where he can be found. If you choose to aid the authorities in his capture, you will serve house arrest instead of prison time.”

House arrest? But I didn’t have a house. “I… she’s right,” I said out loud without even thinking. Then I cursed myself for giving anything away before I made a decision. But what kind of decision was that? House arrest or prison time? It sounded like an easy choice, but it meant betraying Magneto. He was the only one that gave me a home ever since before my parents didn’t think I deserved one with them anymore. Could I justify betraying him?

“Mr. Allerdyce?” The judge was pressing me.

“Can I think about this?” I said, wishing that I hadn’t said it so harshly in a court room.

So Raven Darkholme had told them that I knew where Magneto was. Raven… I see Mystique in my head. We had never been the closest of friends, but I worked with her long enough to feel that she was something of a friend. Something like that. She was proud of being a mutant, I remembered. She had all kinds of dignity and it was taken away when she risked her life for Magneto. I remembered seeing her and thinking the most trivial thing, “She has black hair.” And Magneto had taken away more of her dignity when he shunned her and walked away. I couldn’t even say anything. He was all I had. He cared for her, didn’t he? I thought he cared for me too. He would have left me too. He would have left me.

That didn’t change the fact that he didn’t care for me, did it? Second chances, Storm had said. Would he have given me one?

“No.” It was as simple as that.

“No, what, Mr. Allerdyce?” the judge asked.

“I mean…” I hadn’t meant to say it out loud. “I’m sorry. I mean… I’ll help.” I told them two addresses that Magneto was likely to be found, and felt like I was saving my own skin. I couldn’t say them without hanging my head.

“Thank you, Mr. Allerdyce, for your cooperation. You will not be serving prison time. You will be rehabilitated under the guardianship of the staff of Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters, where you are to serve five years of house arrest. You will be eligible for parole after three. Like most prisoners of house arrest, you will be given a sensor to wear for the entire duration. This will not be removable and will let the appropriate authorities know if you move away from the campus grounds. Regarding your mutation, since it is unreasonable to keep all sources of fire away from you in a household, you will be permitted to use your powers at will. Any criminal action at all, however small, especially involving use of mutant powers, is enough to send you to prison.” The judge finished and banged her gavel, and people began to stand up, but I remained seated.

That’s it? I vaguely realized that the fire I caused in the Worthington clinic had killed people. That made me a murderer. They were letting me go without prison. My mind was suddenly going all over the place after feeling so dull during the actual court session. I tugged at my shirt collar, not used to wearing a tie, and looked across the room. Hank McCoy gave me a weak, brief smile and I knew that it must have been partly due to his connections with the Department of Mutant Affairs.

For the second time since I arrived back in New York, I let my head fall into my hands and stayed like that until Wolverine took my shoulder again, more gently this time, and looked at me. “People like us, we don’t get too many second chances. Don’t blow it.” I wondered if he wanted to remind me that Storm was putting a lot on the line for me, but he didn’t. Instead, he just said, “Come on, this tie’s gettin’ on my last nerve.” He clenched a fist like he always does before those claws come slicing out.
 
 
 
Faiya Zanzia: John_Allerdyceannavignola on July 14th, 2006 11:07 am (UTC)
-dances- This is an awesome start! You kept everyone in character, and I like how you used Warren in the beginning. I can't wait to see the events that unfold because he's there. . .
Iris: angel needs a bigger partsleepall_day on July 14th, 2006 10:58 pm (UTC)
Aw, yay, thank you so much! Yeah, I liked the Warren flying overhead :) He won't be like, a huge huge character, but he'll definitely be around. Thanks for the comment!
polaris_86: johnpolaris_86 on July 14th, 2006 11:10 am (UTC)
It's good! ^^
Iris: pyro - feversleepall_day on July 14th, 2006 10:59 pm (UTC)
Thank you for reading!
lux_apollo on July 14th, 2006 12:12 pm (UTC)
Good job so far! Can't wait to see more.
Iris: pyro - can the world survive?sleepall_day on July 14th, 2006 10:59 pm (UTC)
Thank you for reading! Yup, there'll definitely be more.
{oh these tumbled stars}: x-men - pyro - shroudedtumbledstars on July 14th, 2006 12:33 pm (UTC)
Oooh! What a great start. I can't believe this is your first fic ever!! You've done great and it DOESN'T SUCK. I can't wait to see what happens. It's really, really believable so far! :D
Iris: pyromaniacsleepall_day on July 14th, 2006 11:00 pm (UTC)
Aw, thanks so much for reading and for the comment. Yeah, this is absitively posolutely my first ever fic - that's why I'm so scared of how to approach it.
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Iris: pyro - feversleepall_day on July 14th, 2006 11:00 pm (UTC)
Thanks! Glad to know you think so about the backstory - yeah, she'll definitely be there, but not quite yet. And yeah, i'm pretty scared of how I should write this since it's my first one ever!
Hailey Burdenskepticalwriter on July 14th, 2006 02:10 pm (UTC)
This doesn't suck!

You LIED!

*snickers*

You're awesome. You're really a beginner? WOW! Makes me feel bleh....

Keep up the great work! I'm glad you did a back story, some people forget to do such.
Iris: pyro - feversleepall_day on July 14th, 2006 11:01 pm (UTC)
Aw, shucks. *hangs head* It's SCARY posting your first fic ever though! I'm pretty sure that it could very well be headed for suckitude. But thank you so much for reading, and for the comment. Glad you like the backstory!
Briana: kitty and pyroxdarkx_xangelx on July 14th, 2006 04:03 pm (UTC)
this is amazing i love it
Iris: pyromaniacsleepall_day on July 14th, 2006 11:02 pm (UTC)
Thanks for reading :)
Teganshadowcat47 on July 14th, 2006 04:46 pm (UTC)
This is really good. It was amazing. Update really soon!!!
Iris: pyro - feversleepall_day on July 14th, 2006 11:02 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much for reading and the comment! As busy as I am, this is fun, so I'll do my best to update :)
Crystal: x-men - kyro otppetitebelette on July 14th, 2006 05:32 pm (UTC)
I really liked this!

You're a natural writer. You're good at it. Keep it up, I wanna see some Kyro action! :D :P

Your John is very IC as well. He's a hard character to write, especially the first time. But you did perfectly. :)
Iris: pyro - feversleepall_day on July 14th, 2006 11:03 pm (UTC)
*gasp* Wow, thanks, that's really nice of you to say! I never thought I would write fic at ALL, but it's fun, so you'll definitely get to the Kyro because I intend to keep writing.

John IS hard. It's going to be a tough fic to write. Thanks so much for the support :D
sharkiesharkbait_ha on July 14th, 2006 11:28 pm (UTC)
This is really good, I'm glad you decided to write it
Irissleepall_day on July 15th, 2006 08:48 am (UTC)
Thanks so much!
kyrorose on July 15th, 2006 01:00 am (UTC)
Its awesome! Really good for a first time and i cant wait for the next chapter!
Iris: pyro - can the world survive?sleepall_day on July 15th, 2006 08:49 am (UTC)
Thanks so much for reading and for the comment!
noisywallflower: Edna Modenoisywallflower on July 15th, 2006 11:29 pm (UTC)
That's an awesome start! I'll be reading your updates faithfully :)
Iris: jessica - squee!sleepall_day on July 15th, 2006 11:43 pm (UTC)
Aw, yay! Thank you so, so much! :D
giving my life to a rainbow like you: angel: was he even in the third movie?hep_hey on July 16th, 2006 08:08 am (UTC)
ANNNGEEELLLLLLL!

you know what i'd like to read? an entire fanfic based on the adventures and flyings (wtf?) of warren worthington. you know, to make up for the missing angel in the movie.

i like your story though. seems good so far.
Iris: macsleepall_day on July 16th, 2006 08:12 am (UTC)
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH OMG x2094902384923089493204.

YOU'RE FREAKIN' AWESOME, LOUISE. SERIOUSLY.

an entire fanfic based on the adventures and flyings (wtf?) of warren worthington.
Omg, I want to write one so that can be the summary of it. INCLUDING the (wtf?) definitely.

And thanks for the comment!
(no subject) - hep_hey on July 16th, 2006 04:55 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Autumnpenelopeblack on July 19th, 2006 11:11 pm (UTC)
Oh, I'm just loving this so far. Really well-written, especially for your first fanfic, and interesting take on what could have happened after X3. I also really like your Pyro. Looking forward to more. ;)
Iris: angel needs a bigger partsleepall_day on July 20th, 2006 02:04 am (UTC)
Thanks a bunch! I hope you keep reading, and I'm really flattered by your comments :)
jenroguedemonhunte on July 22nd, 2006 05:45 am (UTC)
Oh my gosh I'm in love with your Warren! That first part from his point of view was absolutely beautiful! And then when we got into John's psyche, things just got more interesting, lol! I love how you added in the whole realistic legal standpoint--something I wasn't planning on doing until my sequel--and that you did it realistically!
Iris: washburn is the adorablest smilersleepall_day on July 22nd, 2006 06:29 am (UTC)
Aw, thanks! It means a lot that you think it was realistic. And yeah, I definitely had to approach the legal stuff because that was the whole setup of this fic, the house arrest. Thanks for reading, and for the comment :) If you continue, I hope you like the rest of the chapters!
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(no subject) - sleepall_day on July 23rd, 2006 01:10 am (UTC) (Expand)