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I was watching X-Men 2 last night and thought about a Dawn/Pyro-redeemed, Buffy/Logan xover. This Dawn/Pyro bit just jumped into my head from nowhere- Sprinting toward the gate as if salvation awaited her just outside the walls, Dawn seemed like a hallucination. Not real. Not really there. He’d heard the words ‘beauty in motion’, but he’d thought it was a joke, a lie, something a guy said to get a girl in the sack. But not this girl. She'd never fall for it, not in a million. Something deep inside John smoldered. He looked at the growing space between them, and then at the distance she still had to travel. His eyes circled the garden. Nothing else mattered. It was just backdrop. His eyes glazed over. Suddenly, he wanted to burn it down. He wanted everything else in the world to go up in flames: all the pretty flowers, all the bushes, all the grass, all the trees, all the buildings and other man-made crap, all the people. He could see his fire in his mind's eye—after all, he and the fire were one—turning all this stuff, this spare fuel just lying around, into rolling, hungry, consuming energy. Except for her. He turned his red-hazed, heated vision to Dawn's retreating back and she wasn't burning. She wasn't orange, red, or yellow, white, or even blue. She wasn’t on fire. She was green, but she wasn't fuel. It was like she had skipped that part. She was already the energy. The First Chapter Back to 'sita's notes |
