Disclaimer: Oh...my...god! I...still don't own Pyro.

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It was a story of heartache, bliss, and romance with a dark and gothic little twist. It was his newest novel, and an instant hit with the public. Another bestseller for St. John Allerdyce. The Australian mutant had exploded into a writing career just after his...incident way back when he was thirteen. In fact he started to write Gothic romance novels. Even at such a young age, he was writing about heaving breasts and pulsing muscles. It was what he was good at, and something he enjoyed. Something She inspired him to do. Now at age nineteen and living in America, he was fairly well known. He liked being liked, but too much publicity would have been bad and he knew it.

Recently he had been recruited into The Brotherhood of Mutants. A group of mutant outcasts fighting for mutant rights in the wrong way. The perfect bunch, really. Since the big battle between Apocalypse and the-for once-united groups of mutants, the Brotherhood was pretty laid back. Like anyone, they wanted to enjoy the peace while it lasted. And this meant John had time on his hands. Time he spent writing or working on his still growing powers.

When he wasn't writing, he was up in his room, possibly his favorite spot in the house. A place where no one could distract him from whatever he wanted to do. Normally "whatever he wanted to do" meant playing for hours casually with fire. With Her. He'd let her do anything She wanted. If She wanted a human form if only for a moment, he'd give it to Her. If She wanted to be Herself, he'd allow that, too. He gave Her any kind of life she wanted, and always would. It was the least he could do for her.

For years upon years, until the man named Magneto had found him, all he had was Her. Even when Magneto had recruited him, She was the only one that accepted him. All of the others thought he was insane for loving the fire the way he did. They would never understand. No one ever would. She had always been there. She would always be there. He would be insane to ever let such a beautiful creature go.

He had to admit, his new view on Her was rather overwhelming. He could remember when they first "met", she was nothing more than a mother figure to him. She would give him the comfort he needed. When he was a teenager, She was his best friend. She was there to get him into trouble, exactly as a best friend should. Except for one time... when she had managed to get him out of trouble, and even save him from a hellish life. As he grew over the years, so did his feelings. She was no longer a best friend, or mother. She was something much, much more. Perhaps even a love interest... All John knew was fire interested him to no end. He looked at fire-at her-with a lusting in his eyes that some described as a "crazy glint".

He wasn't crazy. He was very sane. He just happened to love this fiery woman he had created so very long ago. The perfect mother, friend, and possible lover... She was all his. No one would ever take Her away from him. And as long as he had Her he would give Her the life She longed for. Sometimes, he would even give Her freedom, letting her take anything she wanted into her flames.

Some people said he was crazy over fire. Others said he obsessed with the fire. Some even said he went on with fire the way he did because he was lonely. Whether he was crazy, obsessed, or even just lonely... he had an unconditional love for her. It was only fair he return her promise, wasn't it?

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