I run the small scrap of paper through my fingers as I lie in our comfortable bed at the institute. Scott is out one on of his secret lessons with the professor that he still won't tell me anything about. As it's a Saturday, I have no need to get up, other than to go to visit my mum, which won't be until later in the day anyway.
I've managed to keep John's note hidden from Scott since I received it last night. I don't think he would approve, he definitely wouldn't trust John. But the undeniable connection we had forces me to ignore the voice in my head that tells me to forget about the other fire mutant. I unravel the screwed up paper in my hand. The edges are singed, as if to remind me of his - our - abilities. An average cell phone number is sprawled across the centre of the paper, but it is not that that catches my attention. Instead, it's the short note at the bottom.
Pyrokinesis can give you everything you want from life; you just need to let me teach you how to use it to your full potential.
Why did he sign as 'Pyro' and not John? Why did he put a kiss? That doesn't seem very fiery or manly! What does he mean 'my full potential'? Am I not making the most of myself? The questions pull and pluck at my brain, making my head ache. So I decide to hide the note away in my pillowcase before shutting my eyes and letting myself drift off back to sleep.
"Hey!" I feel hands on my shoulder rocking me awake. "Hey, Evelyn. We've got our first mission."
I open my eyes and yawn, before smiling at the beautiful site above me. Scott is dressed in his uniform and looks unbelievable gorgeous. He takes my hand and pulls on it lightly.
"Come on, sleepy head! Time to go!" He kisses my forehead before turning to leave the room. "Your uniform's at the end of the bed. Be as quick as you can."
I sit up slowly. I want to hurry up, but I'm just too tired! Still, I push myself to go faster, slipping into the tight, black catsuit and placing the eye mask delicately over my face. Is this what it feels like to be a superhero? I stumble awkwardly towards the door, trying to put my boots on as I walk.
I fall through the doorway with a screech, but am caught by Scott, who waits impatiently outside.
"Come on!" He prompts, taking my hand. He pulls me through corridors that I have never seen before, down into the lower levels of the institute. We slip through some sliding doors and enter an indoor launch pad, in the middle of which is the X-Jet. Bobby leans against it looking more than impatient, which almost makes me laugh.
"Hurry up!" He calls over the engine as we get closer, nearly sprinting now (which is murder in these shoes).
Once we reach the jet, Scott pushes me inside quickly. I struggle to regain my balance but manage to stand up straight again within a few seconds. Scott directs me to one of the plush, comfy looking seats. Each seat is about a meter away from the next. The seat that Scott has pointed out for me is in the very middle of the plane, next to Jean. Bobby and Warren occupy the two chairs behind us. Where's Scott sitting? I lower myself into the seat before shooting the tall brunette a confused look.
"This is the surprise I was telling you about!" He says with childlike happiness. "I've learnt to fly the X-Jet! The professor has been teaching me since we met and he says I have a natural talent for it. I'm going to be a pilot like my dad!"
"Oh, Scott!" I exclaim happily. I know how much this means to him, and how big this step is for him, after he lost his family in a plane. "I'm so-"
"Cyclops." The professor summons Scott from the front of the jet. We're using our code names?
"Sure. Sorry, professor." He kisses me quickly and whispers that he loves me, before heading to the sea of controls at the head of the plane.
The trip is spent mostly in silence for me. There is chatting going on all around me, but I don't feel like I should join in. I'm not a true X-Man now. Instead, I listen in to what's happening at the front of the jet. The professor gives Scott calm, subtle instructions as he flies us smoothly through the air. The professor's words were right; this must be yet another thing that Scott has a natural talent for! You would never think that this boy had only been flying for around a month.
"Ardor!" I turn around when I hear Warren call me from behind. I can't help but cringe at the use of my code name. This is weird!
"Uh huh?" I sing back gently, trying to act as normal as possible.
"You know what's going on, right? Where we're going, and why?" I take a moment to observe his outfit. He looks nice. Know that I know him better; it seems to suit him more. I notice that his wings are awkwardly cramped up against the seat's back rest. Is that not uncomfortable?
"I've been asleep all morning." I reply, yawning to enforce my point.
"Lazy!" Bobby laughs, making me smile.
"Whatever," Warren shrugs, temporarily demonstrating his young age. "Basically, there's been a fire attack in down town New York. No one's hurt at the moment, but a few are trapped. That's why we're going."
"Couldn't we just rescue a cat from a tree or something, Angel?" I roll my eyes. This is so clichéd.
"Get this!" Bobby speaks up, ignoring my comment. "The professor says the source is a fire mutant - like you!"
Oh no. John.