Notes: Short chapter, I know... sucks. But, I promise, the next chapter will be long and worth it!

He had had a long two days of interacting with the rest of the Brotherhood and their false smiles. He could see right through them, it was sickening. He wasn't a fool, he knew what they thought, and how they looked at him with pity in their eyes. That was the last thing he wanted, pity. But being the good friend and team-mate he was, he went along with their facade. And as they had acted like nothing was wrong, he acted as though he never saw through them as though they hid behing glass.

But now, he was currently back in the sanctuary of his room. Away from the mayhem the house always had going, and engrossing himself in a world all his own. Literally. He sat on his bed with his legs crossed, fingers poised on the keys of the laptop on his lap, ready to type when an idea hit.

He had been waiting for that idea to hit for the last hour or so. Apparently, it wasn't coming. "Bloody 'ell," he muttered, shoving the laptop off of his aching and sleeping legs. "Wroitah's block. Figahs," he continued to mutter, uncrossing his legs and then swinging them off of the bed. He was tempted to get up and storm out of the room, though the tingling sensation in his legs told him to wait. If he stood now, he probably would end up flat on his face. And with the way he had been feeling lately, more pain was the last thing he needed.

They hadn't kidded when they said Legacy was a constant pain. Once the disease settled in, studied the mutant's system and adjusted, it seemed to know just what kind of pain to cause. John's pain? He felt like he was always on fire, burning up on the inside. That was usually accompanied by sharp, stabbing pains throughout his body, and dull, long aches within his muscles.

Needless to say at the moment he was happy he couldn't feel his legs from the knee down.

While waiting for the feeling to come back into his limbs, he flopped back onto his bed. The bounce of the matress made him cough a few times, but nothing too serious. Once the tiny coughing fit was over, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. And it seemed even then he wasn't allowed to get any peace, as a gentle knocking sounded on his door. "Gaah, bloody- Whot!" He shouted, never moving, or opening his eyes.

"Pyro?" The cat-girl's voice came cautiously from behind the wooden barrier.

Now, he sat up. "Oh, Kisa..." He looked down at his legs, and swung them slightly. They tingled and pricked; the good old pins and needles feeling. "C'mon on in, luv. Doah's open." He said and stood slowly up on tingling legs.

The door opened slowly, and Catseye walked in. She eyed John over for a moment as the older Aussie cursed at his legs as the blood that was returning to his system. "Whot can Oi do fo' ya?" He questioned, slowly sitting himself back down onto the bed. Ah, it felt good to have the feeling back. That would be until the pains started again, anyway.

"Kisa stay Pyro?" She questioned very quietly, meaning she wanted to spend time with the older man. For the last two days she had stayed close, but never once had the Aussie to herself. Call her greedy, but she felt dejected!

He smiled warmly over at her, nodding. "O' course ya can." He then furrowed his brow and looked around the room, "but in this dull ol' room? Koinda borin' in 'ere," he chuckled and stood. "'Ow's 'bout you 'n' meh go downstaihs 'n'..." He had to stop, trying to figure out just what the could do that was fun, and wouldn't require leaving the house. He was certain he wouldn't be much fun outside. He barely had the energy to walk down the stairs, nevermind around the city!

A smile soon claimed his lips and he put a hand on Catseye's shoulder, "'ow's 'bout we wotch a movie?"

Catseye smiled, looking at John's hand on her shoulder. But soon she tilted her head and blinked up at the older man. "Movie?" It was like he spoke some other langauge to her suddenly. She had no idea what a movie was. Hell, she didn't even really know what a television was. Why would she? She had no interest in such trivial, human things.

John chuckled a little and nodded, "yeah, a movie. C'mon."

Slowly, more for his own sake, John lead the cat-girl into the living room. After sitting her down onto the couch, he walked over to the very limited selection of movies the Brotherhood owned. He eyed over the movies that were his own, and then Mystique's collection. But he quickly reminded himself they were watching this for Catseye's sake. Instantly he moved to other movies, hoping they had something childish she'd be able to keep up with. He seriously doubted she'd be able to keep up with the storyline of The Crow. He sighed as he was forced to bend down to look on the lower shelf. There were a few movies in plain black cases, which he guessed were either Lance's personal things... or Pietro's porn. Then one specific box caught his eye. It was thicker than the others, plastic too. "Well, Oi'll be..." He took the box into his hand and cocked an eyebrow, "a bleedin' Disney movie... Must be Toad's," he mumbled to himself. That would be the only logical reason why this movie was here. Toad was the youngest of the Brotherhood, and he was one of the few that managed to keep a few mementos from his childhood.

"Well, luv," he held up the video, "'ow 'bout th' Loion King?" He couldn't help the smirk that formed on his lips. It had been aged since he watched a Disney movie... Hell, it had been ages since he acted like a child.

Catseye cocked an eyebrow, then tilted her head to the side. Casually, she walked over to Pyro, and then looked at the box. Her eyes lit up as she noticed the pretty colors and animation on it. Quickly, she snatched the video out of Pyro's hands and held it to her chest. "Kisa's!"

John chuckled and gently took the movie back, "no, luv not yoahs." She pouted, he caved. "Alroight, ya can 'ave it. But Oi think you'll loike th' movie bettah than th' box."

As he took the tape out of the box, and looked at the insides, making sure the tape was rewound. While he did that, Catseye pouted and moved to the shelf he had been at earlier. She grabbed a random movie and then held it out to Pyro, "this one."

John turned to face Catseye for a moment, and glanced at the movie she had taken. The Crow; "well, Oi'll say one thin', luv. Ya got good taste, but we'ah not wotchin' tha' one." He smiled and held out the box for the Lion King again, "we'ah wotchin' this one."

Catseye pouted again, holding the movie she had against her body. She only wanted to watch it because she had seen John looking at it before. So she figured he wanted to watch this, and not what he had picked out. She only wanted to make him happy and do something he wanted to for a change... "This one," she persisted, mumbling and holding the movie out again.

He smiled and gently patted her head, "next toime, alroight? Oi promise." He gently took the tape from her hands, and placed it back onto the shelf she had taken it from. Before putting the movie in the VCR he made sure to sit her down, and told her to stay put. But even so, the moment he turned his back on her, she was up and at his side, watching every move he made. Once the movie was in the VCR, he gently tugged Catseye over to the couch, remote in hand. Sitting down with the girl, he fast-forwarded the previews in the beginning, and once the movie started, he let it go.

The moment the images popped up on the screen, and they started to sing the opening song, Catseye's ears perked up and her eyes widened. It was as though she had just been introduced to the best thing ever given to man. When she started to writher, like she wanted to get closer, John instantly wrapped an arm around her to keep her still.

By the time the movie was half way through, Catseye and Pyro had moved into a much more comfortable position. He now lay on his back with his head on the arm of the couch, while Catseye lay on him, her head on his chest. After a while he put a hand on her back, just so he could put it somewhere else other than behind his head. It had started to cramp and tingle... and with the pains that seemed to be naturally in his body now, that was the last thing he needed.

He had to admit, he liked this. He liked watching this cartoon, childish movie with her and relaxing like this. For the duration of the movie, he could forget he was sick and just be alive for the moment. Even if he was hurting, hacking and coughing sometimes, it didn't matter. All that mattered was this movie, and being with Catseye for the time being.