The Boy With The Silver Lighter **ON HIATUS**

**Sequel to 'The Boy With The Red Sunglasses'.** It has been a week since the funeral of Evelyn James, a funeral that shouldn't have happened. Because Evelyn is not dead, although she might as well be. With the order to stay away from her friends, family and the boy she loves, Evelyn has no choice but to go back to the boy who caused her death - the boy with the silver lighter.


11. Team Reunion

"Hey, John." Voltage's voice is laced with pity, as she approaches me at the park. It makes me feel sick. I hate it when people pity me. "How are you feeling?"
"Better than you'd think." I smile. "I've got something you need to see."
"Really?" She seems shocked, yet I know it's nothing compared to how she'll be feeling in a minute.
"Come on." I offer her my hand and she quickly takes it. I love Voltage. No, scrap that. I love Jasmine. But, of course, not in the same way I love Evelyn. Jasmine has been like a sister to me ever since I moved to the US. She's feisty, gorgeous and a hell of a lot of fun. Any guy would be so damn lucky to have her. And if they ever hurt her, I'd give them burns in places they didn't think it was possible to get burnt. Although I wouldn't have to. She'd ask for one goodbye kiss and send a stream of two hundred volts through her lips. She's definitely not a girl to mess with. I smirk at the thought as we walk across the park together, hand in hand.
"So, where are we heading?" She asks, I can hear the slight worry in her tone. "John, I know you're upset, and I get that. But if this is a way of you getting over what happened to Evelyn-"
"Trust me." I flash her my best reassuring smile.
"All I'm saying is, I don't want you to get hurt."
"Voltage." I stop at the edge of the parking lot and nod towards my bike. "Look."
Evelyn leans lazily against the bike, inspecting her chipped, black nail varnish, by the light of a nearby streetlight. Her left leg swings slightly, her boot scuffing against the gravel at her feet.
"Oh my god." Voltage's voice is weak beside me. "How is this-"
"She didn't die." I cut in excitedly.
"No." She gasps. "No, that's not possible!"
"She's right there." I take her arm and guide her slowly across the parking lot. When we are about ten feet from the bike, Evelyn looks up and I notice her eyes widen immediately.
"Voltage?" Her lips break into a wide grin before she runs over to us and takes Voltage into a strong hug. I smile at the sight. This is all I ever wanted for them. When they first met and they totally hated each other, it hurt. And then, after I screwed Evelyn over the first time, they seemed to bond over how irritating they found me. Evelyn's death actually hit Voltage surprisingly hard, although I'm sure me being so depressing about the whole thing didn't help. She had to spend so much time looking after me. I'm such a pain when I'm grieving.
"Evelyn? Is it really you?" I notice the tears frame Voltage's eyes, as she steps back, holding Evelyn at arm’s length.
"Yep! The one and only." Evelyn smiles her signature smile that never fails to make my heart skip a beat.
"What are you doing here?" Voltage laughs away her disbelief.
"The X-Men kicked me out, so I moved in with John and here I am." Evelyn says in an extremely over simplified manner.
"What do you mean they kicked you out? Surely they'd be happy you're alive?" Voltage questions.
"The professor says if I go back, my ex-boyfriend will see me and it will mess him up or something." Evelyn shrugs. "So, yeah."
I notice Voltage furrow her brow, before she takes a step back from Evelyn.
"John." She speaks up, her eyes still locked on Evelyn. "Can I speak to you alone for a second?"
"Sure." I walk a short distance away and am quickly followed by Voltage.
"Don't you think she's a bit... Different?" She asks in a hushed voice.
"Well, yeah. A bit. I guess." I shrug. "But she's been messed about by a ton of people recently."
"Don't you find it weird that she just referred to Scott as 'my ex-boyfriend'? Like he was just some guy she dated for a couple of weeks?" She steps closer to me, reducing her volume more.
"No. He is her ex-boyfriend."
"You remember how you felt when you thought you'd lost her forever, right?" Yes. Of course I do. How could I forget? Those were the worst two weeks of my life. "Well, you just lost one person you loved, right? Multiply how you felt by about twenty. That's how she should be feeling right now."
"Maybe she just copes better than me!" I argue.
"No." Voltage shakes her head slowly. "When Scott threw her out, she coped terribly losing the X-Men. She took it all out on you, remember? She cried, she put up a moody facade, she screamed and shouted. And that was when she knew there was a slight chance she could go back. Now she can't go back at all and she's acting like nothing happened. Strange, right?"
"No! Just get off her back, yeah?" I snap. Jeez. Why can't she just accept that maybe Evelyn wants this life more?
"John, I know you want to believe that she wants to be with you, I get that. But this isn't right. She's acting strange." She places her hand on my arm gently. I shrug it off.
"Maybe she's just realized who's really going to take care of her." I growl.
"Please." She begs. "Try to look past your love for her. If you don't try for me, try for Evelyn."
"Goodbye, Voltage." I say forcefully, before walking away. Evelyn just wants to be with me, right? Surely? Maybe?
"Hey, hot stuff. You have a nice time talking about me?" Evelyn purrs as I reach her.
"Get on the bike." I command, as I climb on myself. "We're leaving."
"John." Voltage reaches us quickly, as Evelyn wraps her arms around my waist. "Just be careful."
"Whatever." I slip my helmet on and speed off into the night.

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