Jay & John | Thursday Morning

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'Man invented language to satisfy his deep need to complain.' -Lily Tomlin-

Earlier on, John had declared rather loudly that he wasn't a people person and would rather get up, close and personal with snow and debris than injured victims. Almost immediately, he was sent off to clear the road for search and rescue vehicles.

"I gotta say, this whole avalanche disaster shit is a blessing in disguise." John threw his firing arm out and increased the heat of the flames, melting the snow off the ground. "That waste-of-my-fucking-time conference was a bore and a half."

"Ya sure, blessin' in disguise." Leaning on a shove, Jay wasn't entirely sure what they were doing there, or rather, what he was doing there. They wanted two people together at all times as a safety percaution except John was doing all the work and Jay was doing, well, nothing at all. He lingered five feet behind the fire mutant, due to the heat and the unnerving way he used his powers. It made Jay pull his wings back, like they could be chared with a simple mistake of directing his concentration in another direction. "If ya say so," he replied, sounding bored and not exactly thrilled to be there. He could have been paired up with anyone else but they choose to pair him up with John.

For the first time in his life, John wasn't complaining about the work he was doing. It was fun. That was, until he realized he was doing it all on his own.

"Dude, what the fuck?" He threw the rocks off to the side and threw Jay a glance. "A little help here?"

"Okay, no, not helpin'. Wha' do Ah look like? Superman? Yer torchin' those rocks so they're gonna burn me. No thanks." Jay stayed where he was, refusing to go neary John and his little fire trip. He was just going to wait until they cooled before he moved them. "Course Ah should get tha shit job, huh?"

"Jesus fuckin' Christ." John threw another rock down the cliff and turned to face him. "What the fuck do I look like? Robin to your Batwings?" He pulled his gloves off and threw them in Jay's direction. "There's this shit called teamwork. Do you need me to spell it out?" He flipped the lid of his lighter open and extracted a flame out. "I'll handle the snow. You get rid of the rocks."

"More like Pinky ta ma Brain," he mocked a smirk before bending down to pick the gloves off the ground. "Course. Yep, Ah get the shit job like Ah always do. Just like Ah always do. Just don't burn ma wings off or Ah'll severe yer head from yer shoulders." Pulling his wings closer to his body, Jay walked past John and grabbed a rock, tossing it off to the side. "Ya knwo what this is? Ah'll tell ya what this is... Shit. That's what it is. Shit an' shit jobs," he complained, heaving another rock off to the side, one heavier than the last.

John threw fireball after fireball at the snow covered road and kicked the smaller rocks off to the side with his boot, rolling his eyes at Jay's complaining. It was incessant.

"Tell me you're not part of the leather geeks."

"No Ah ain't part o' em though I was thinkin' 'bout it," Jay paused, leaning on his knees, hunched over. He hung his head between his legs and suddenly pushedhimself up, walking towards another rather large, shitty looking rock. "Why ?"

"Well, for starters, they're constantly doing shitty things?" He manipulated the flame in his hand into a large circular disc and swept it across the road. "Doubt you're gonna like it much if you can't even handle clearing the road for a search and rescue operation."

"Shut up. Ah can handle it just fine." Just to prove that point, he shoved that rock hard off the road and stood up like it was no sweat. His back muscles flared in protest. Okay, no doing that anymore. "Why arn't you part o' anythin'? Let me guess, ya can' get along wit no one."

"Other way around, hayseed." He didn't think people could get along with him. John lit himself a cigarette and took a long drag, breathing it out in Jay's face as he walked past. "I'm with Elpis." He turned the corner then stopped in his tracks, blue eyes widening in surprise as he spotted a black SUV up ahead. The front portion of the vehicle was buried under a good amount of snow.

"Shit." As he trudged forward, John shouted for Jay to get hold of the shovel. There was no way he could get the doors to open. He wiped at the passenger door window and stuck his face to the glass.

Jay coughed, screwing up his face, and waved a hand in front of it, dissipating the smoke. Well that was rude. He had been about to retort with a snippy comment when the change in Johns face had Jay turn his attention on the same thing. Obeying without a word, Jay fetched the shovel and instead of running, flew up until he was on the hood of the SUV, kneeling down. "Anyone in there?" he asked, cupping his hand to the window to check. He didnt' want to take a swing at the window if they were right there.

"I can't see a damn--" John muttered a curse under his breath and extracted a flame from his cigarette. He decreased the heat and brought it closer to the tinted window. He could see a man slumped over the steering wheel, unconscious by the looks of it.

"Break the window at the back and I'll climb through," he said. He would've gladly asked Jay to do the dirty work but damn him and his large set of wings. He hoped to fucking God the guy wasn't dead or it'll be another waste of his fucking time.

Jay did just that, half flying, half walking up overthe roof of the SUV and dropping down to the back windshield. He raised the shovel and smacked it against the glass. The shatter proof glass cracked but didn't break away. "Goddamn safety bullshit!" It took him several times, until he actually made a big enough hole for John to climb through, brushing the shovel over the bottom lining so he wouldn't cut himself.

"Anger management," John muttered as he made a move to climb through the window. "Think about it." He took his jacket off and laid it across the bottom window before he crawled through. It was stuffy as hell inside. "Jesus."

John pressed his fingers against the man's neck, feeling for a pulse and when he found one he let out a sigh of relief. "Dude's okay!" he shouted and leaned over to lower the seat so he could drag the guy out.

"Whatever." Just for good measure, he gave John's butt an extra shove, just to help him get in with a little more ease. "Good," he said, leaning into the window and refolding the jacket, taking off his own and drapped it over the glass too. He could heal but John and the other guy couldn't. Leaning over he went as far as he could go to grab for the other guy and help pull him out.

"I don't think we've got any network here," John said, helping to lift the guy's legs as they worked at getting him out of the vehicle. "Doubt I can make a phone call."

Once the guy's torso was somewhat, out, Jay linked his hands together, arms wrapped around beneath the arm pits and pulled slowly. He didn't need to break anything here and took the utmost care to assure the man wasn't injured in any way. "Ah can fly 'em there, just don't go walkin' anywhere else Ah gotta find ya. Yer alreadya bit pain in tha ass ta work with."

"Yes, sir." John mocked saluted him then climbed out of the vehicle. "I'll see you in a bit." He was going to have to clear this stretch of the road with or without Jay's help. "If you see Garrison on the way back, do us both a favor and push him off the edge of a cliff." He pulled his jacket on and manipulated the flame in his hand to ward off the cold.

"Make sure it's a high cliff."