The Boy With The Red Sunglasses

Evelyn James is just an average teenage girl - clever, relatively popular, friendly. But after the unbelievable events of her prom night, she manages to fall into more and more trouble, and there is only one person who understands - the boy with the red sunglasses.

*Basically, an X-Men fanfic set in present day, explaining Scott's first experiences with his mutation and the X-Men. I've been told it makes total sense even if you don't know anything about X-Men! So, please check it out. :)*


87. Escape!

"Evelyn! Get up!" Scott's urgent voice panics me slightly, but his kiss on my cheek calms me again. "It's Voltage. She's escaped!"
"What? How?" I try to sound confused to hide my betrayal and I think I succeed.
"The team are trying to figure that out now." I sit up and yawn, blinking away my exhaustion. "Come on. We should be helping."
"Okay." I slip my legs out of the bed. "I'll meet you down there, yeah?"
"Sure," He kisses my forehead. "You okay?"
"Just tired." I lie, forcing a smile.
"Okay, see you in a bit." He ruffles my already messy hair, coaxing a small, genuine smile to my lips. "I love you."
And with that, he leaves. And now I'm alone. With my thoughts, my emotions. And trust me, when you're Evelyn James, that's not a place you want to be!
"John, they've discovered Voltage is missing." If he won't talk to me about us, he might talk about business. "John?"
"Okay. Well, you better hope she's covered it up well. And if she hasn't, make sure you throw your X-Men off the scent." His thoughts are void of all the positive emotion I usually feel from him. "And from now on, you call me Pyro."
"Please, John." I ignore his request. "Don't be like this. I'm sorry. It's just, Scott is-"
"I don't care about Cyclops. Or any of the other X-Men for that matter." He cuts in. "You will call me Pyro and our relationship is now purely professional."
"What? But I don't want to-"
"You will do what I say." His voice is harsh in my mind, almost unrecognizable.
"The hell I will!" I snap back. "Can you even hear your own thoughts right now? Wasn't this what you said made Scott a jerk? The fact he bosses me around?"
"I have nothing more to say to you, Ardor." Is all he replies with.
"Fine. I don't need you. Work out your own goddamn plan, because I'm not a part of it anymore!" Argh! Men are so frustrating! I quickly pull on some clothes and brush out my hair before jogging down to the cell where we held Voltage yesterday.
"Anything?" I ask simply on entering the room.
"Yes, actually." Scott says in a cheerful tone, before greeting me with a kiss. "We found these under her pillow." He extends his hand to reveal the batteries that I had provided Voltage with just hours ago.
"We think she expected to possibly get caught," Bobby explains, leaning casually on the desk. "So she packed these to help her escape."
"How did she do it?" I ask with genuine curiosity. "Escape, I mean."
"It seems she used her powers of electrical manipulation to mess with the security and the surveillance systems in the cell." Bobby shrugs. "We think she used the batteries to boost her abilities. Pretty impressive really."
"Yeah, it is." I say mindlessly. I can't keep my thoughts off John. Why is he being such an ass?
"But if she knew she could escape anyway, why did she want to speak with you?" Jean speaks up, appearing in the doorway with the professor. Oh crap.
"I don't know. I think she has something against me. I mean, she totally has a thing for Scott. I guess she was just trying to psych me out before she left." I shrug and hope I pull off the innocent look.
"I suppose." Jean replies. "It's just odd."
"Yeah, it is odd." I agree.
"You may go now, students." The professor announces. "Thank you for your assistance."
We all filter from the room slowly, and make our way back up to our rooms.
"Why did it take you so long to get down?" Scott asks, shutting our bedroom door behind us.
"I had a headache. I was taking some painkillers." I smile. "I'm okay now."
"You sure?" He wraps his arms around my waist. "You seem a little down."
"It's just been a tough few days, you know?" I hug him tightly. Scott always manages to make everything better.
"Well, the professor says he's going to visit a family member this weekend, and it's my birthday on Saturday, so I was thinking we could order a pizza and have a night in with the others watching terrible movies and eating terrible food?" He kisses my head, and I feel his smile.
"So, let me get this straight," I pull back from him slightly and look up into his glasses. "We're home alone all weekend and you want to watch TV and eat pizza? You've gotta be kidding me! It's your eighteenth birthday Scott, it only happens once!"
"No, Evelyn. I know what you're thinking and the answer is no! No parties." Although his voice is slightly stern, his lips are pulled into a large smile.
"But you're eighteen!" I moan. "I want to have fun with my boyfriend on his birthday! And what better opportunity is there when the professor is going out anyway?"
"No. We can have fun without a party!" He laughs.
"Awh, but-"
"No buts, Evelyn." He cuts me off. "It's just my birthday, no big deal."
"It is a big deal!" I protest.
"Rule number four - what Scott says goes, remember?" He taps my nose playfully.
"Humph. Fine!" I sigh sarcastically. "But I'm getting you a kick ass present!"
"I've got you, what more could I need?" He whispers, stroking a lock of scarlet hair from my eyes.
"Cheesy much?" I whisper back, before kissing his smirking lips.
"I've missed you." He sighs when we part. "When Voltage kissed me the other day, I just-"
"Shhhh." I hiss, joining our lips again. I don't want him to tell me how guilt he feels for Voltage kissing him when I almost willingly kissed John- I mean, Pyro.
"I love you with all of my messed up, mutant heart, Scott Summers." I pant, after ending our contact. He smiles, amused by my choice of words.
"And I love every messed up, mutant inch of you, Evelyn James!" We both laugh and he drops his head so that our foreheads touch. His cool glasses tickle my eyelashes, making my eyes flutter closed. I giggle at the sensation.
"You're beautiful." He whispers, and I can't help but fall in love with him all over again. I sigh with satisfaction and all memories of John seem to temporarily escape my mind. This is where I'm supposed to be, in the arms of someone who loves me. In the arms of Scott Summers.

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