A/N: This is my first X-men story. I hope you enjoy despite it's shortness. I'm planning on making it into a multi-chapter story but I'll leave that up to you fine people.

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"Listen, Rogue, I'm sorry but this is all just a little too much for me." Bobby said, releasing Marie's gloved hand and taking a few small steps away from her.

"W-what?" she stammered.

"I mean, don't get me wrong, you're really great and all but… I mean, we don't even have a real relationship."

Marie found her voice, "You're breaking up with me because I can't touch you?"

Bobby shook his head. "No, Rogue, not just that. You won't tell me anything anymore. You pull away. Look," he began again after a minute, "I don't want this to end on a bad note."

Rage boiled her blood. Her hands shook. How dare he! Inexplicable anger filled her. All her previous inhibitions left her mind. And to think, she'd liked him. He had the gall to insult her abilities, her power. Had she once questioned his annoying habits of freezing her drinks or making idiotic little ice sculptures that would only melt and wither away like everything else about him. He hadn't gone through what she had last year. He'd been sleeping peacefully in his bed, protected by bigger and better mutants. He didn't know what it felt like to have people flinch from you, to shy away from your touch. He was loved, admired, popular. He didn't know anything.

After all, who was he to tell her that her power made her flawed?

Marie threw her head back and laughed humorlessly.

"You don't want me to suck the life out of you, you mean."

Bobby looked at her, alarmed. Her voice had grown cold; filled with an icy edge.

"Where do you get off," Marie asked, her voice dangerously calm as she began to walk slowly toward him. "Thinking you're better than me?"

Confusion flit across his face. He began to splutter.

"Do you think you're more powerful than I? Is that it?" Marie stopped ust short of Bobby's quivering form. Reaching up, she held a gloved hand to his now trembling face. Slowly, she trailed her hand down his face to his neck. Then, with a vice-like grip, she pinned him to the wall..

"So, tell me, Ice-boy, who's stronger now?" she snarled. And, with a bare hand, she reached out to cup his face. Bobby struggled against her grip, whimpering at the sight of her bare hand. As her fingers touched his skin, Marie leaned forward and sealed her lips to his.

Immediately, Bobby began to convulse, his face rippling with veins. He gasped for air, his body rigid. He choked against her mouth but she refused to relent. His pounding heart slowed the mad fluttering decreasing exponentially. With each weakening beat of his heart, her's grew stronger and more forcefully.

Then, with a final puff of air, Bobby's form stiffened. Like a wave, clammy skin hardened to stone, branching outward from the places of contact.

As she pulled back, Marie surveyed the gray, stone figure that was once her boyfriend.

With a cold chuckle, she took her forefinger and ran it down the frozen contours of Bobby's hardened face. Halfway down the length of his cheek, the stone beneath her finger began to crumble and chip off. Dust began to trickle down in escalating amounts.

"Well, that's a new one." She muttered, amused.

Snapping her fingers, Marie froze the covering the flaking stone with a coat of ice and, with a swipt rap onto his skull, Bobby was no more.

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A/N 2: I hope you liked it. Review!