"Scott?" I whisper my lover's name as I lay in bed after a sleepless night. I didn't want to risk falling into another intimate dream with John.
"Mmhmm?" He stirs from his sleep, straightening his glasses.
"What did you mean when you said the professor was going to sort things out with Sara?" I question, trying to keep my mind off my kiss with Pyro.
"Well," He yawns before continuing. "The professor's telepathic abilities extend much further than anything any of us have experienced."
"I don't understand." I reply, wrinkling my nose.
"He's extremely talented, Evelyn." Scott places his hand lovingly on my cheek. "He can manipulate thoughts and memories easily."
"You mean..." It finally hits me what the professor plans to do. "You mean he's going to erase her memory?"
"Essentially, yes." He mumbles, obviously wanting to catch a few more minutes of sleep before training.
"No! That's horrible!" I protest.
"No, Evelyn. It's gunna save our asses from being publicly exposed as mutants." He moans, refusing to lift his face from the pillow.
"She wouldn't do that." I state strongly.
"You don't know that." He yawns. "We can't risk it."
"She's my best friend." I object.
"She could compromise everything." He replies casually.
"Ugh! You have no idea!" I jump out of bed heavily and storm over to the wardrobe, causing him to finally pay full attention.
"No idea about what?" He sits up to watch me and I begin to find it increasingly difficult to ignore his perfect, bare torso.
"This isn't some bad sci-fi film, Scott. You can't just go messing with people's minds! She's my best friend. She means more to me than anyone, with the exception of you, my mum and-" John. I stop myself saying his name aloud. "Argh! You just can't let him do that."
"Why not? Don't you want your friend back?" His words cause my anger to burn more.
"Yes. But I'd rather me lose her than she lose a memory. It's not safe." I argue.
"The professor is very skilled at what he does. She'll be fine." He stands from the bed and approaches me, whilst I stumble about trying to put some jeans on.
"How do you know that for sure? Exactly. You don't." I finally manage to get into the tight pants.
"Evelyn, don't be like this again." He sighs. Why does he have to be so patronizing?!
"You okay?" John's concerned voice is in my mind.
"Fine." The thought is strong and abrupt.
"I'm going to find her." I state strongly, heading for the door. Scott catches my arm.
"No, you're not!" He raises his voice.
"I'm not a child!" I yank my arm from his grip.
"No, you're too infuriating to be a normal child." He steps closer to me so we are just inches away from each other. I think he's hoping I will back down.
"And you're far too possessive and controlling to be a normal teenager!" I growl.
"I am not letting you go after her." He states, his voice low and harsh.
"You are." I reply, clicking my fingers next to our faces, causing flames to illuminate Scott's features.
Suddenly the anger is lost from my body and pure passion is left behind. He's so goddamn irritating! But so hot!
"I'm not letting you leave this room without me." He growls.
"Shut up!" I hiss and kiss him passionately. He immediately embraces me and meets my kiss, equalling my emotion. The flames around my hand burn higher so I quickly focus to retrieve them, before wrapping my arms around Scott's neck.
"You're never leaving this house alone." He pants when I kiss temporarily breaks.
"To hell with that!" I whisper, before pushing him back down onto the bed.
"No, Evelyn, you can't just kiss me and expect me to change my mind on all this." He protests as I climb on top of his body.
"You wanna bet?" I run my right index finger slowly down his chest.
"Evelyn! I'm warning you!" Jeez, Summers! Relax!
"Oh, for God's sake! Just shut up, Scott!" I yell, before kissing him again. His hands go to my waist. At first, I think he will try to push me away, but instead he pulls me down to him more. I place my right hand on the bed next to his face to prop myself up, and it immediately bursts into passion-fuelled flames. I feel the mattress burning below my fingers but couldn't care less.
Scott kisses me more, his grip on my waist becoming progressively tighter and tighter, and indication of some unresolved anger.
Suddenly, I crash down heavily on top of him, my hand having burnt completely through the mattress.
"Owww." We both moan simultaneously, causing me to giggle slightly. I retrieve the flames into my palm and roll off Scott to lie beside him.
"Please don't go!" He begs, his anger somehow completely lost. Man, this guy is hard to keep up with.
"I have to speak to her. Then maybe the professor won't have to go through her mind." I explain.
"He won't hurt her." He whispers, taking me into his arms and kissing my hair.
"I don't trust him."
"But you trust me, right?" It surprises me that he even needs to ask. I simply nod in reply. "Then, surely that's all that matters."
"But what if-"
"Shhhh..." He cuts me off. "I promise- No. I swear that I won't let anything bad happen to her, okay?"
"Okay." I reply weakly, finally giving in. I do trust him.
"She'll be fine. Just tell me you won't go out after her?" I hear a slight tone of desperation in his tone.
"Okay." I repeat.
"Good. I love you." His words bring a smile to my lips.
"I love you too, Summers."