'I can't take this anymore.'

Rogue rose out of her seat. The rest of the team were looking at her. Bobby slowly reached out for her.

'Don't touch me!'

'Rogue…' whispered the Professor.

'Look yah better not be in mah head!'

Logan smiled. Her accent was coming through. But she didn't find this comical. She looked around. Storm and Logan sat on the couch. Kitty, Bobby and Piotr leaning against the wall. The Professor sitting at his desk while Scott sulked in the corner. She pulled her gloves off.

'Anyone who tries to stop me gets it.'

'Calm down, Rogue.' Whispered Bobby.

'We can talk this through.' Said Storm.

'We're all going through problems, kid.' Muttered Logan.

'He was right. Order, always fucking orders. Your all so full of shit!'

She marched out the room without a second glance. She could hear them calling out but she ignored them. She just kept walking with one thing on her mind. One specific person that is…

-xXx-

Pyro made sure his hood was covering his face before entering. Some people stared but he just lowered his head. The man was sitting at the back, sipping his beer. He slid himself opposite the man. He waved off the waitress and leaned towards the man .

'Do you have it?'

The man nodded and tapped something under the table. Pyro took the wad of cash out and threw it across the table.

'It's all there.'

The man inclined his head and pulled out an envelope. He put it down lightly on the table. Pyro raised an eyebrow at the thinness of the envelope.

'That it?' he inquired.

'I just realised how much this is worth, and seeing that I went through so much trouble…'

'You can take the amount we agreed, give me the rest of the documents and escape with your life. That sound fair to you?'

The man smiled but shook his head. He stood up and walked out tucking the envelope under his arm.

'You don't know who your dealing with.' Chuckled the man.

'Do you?'

The man frowned but continued to walk. Pyro stood up and headed towards the restrooms. Once there he swung himself through the open window and landed nimbly on the gravel outside. He crept in the shadows waiting for the man to come out. It took about fifteen minutes and he eventually stumbled out.

'Bitch.' He muttered.

'There you are.'

The man's eyes widened. Pyro's smiled, creating a ball of flame.

'Can I have the envelope now?' whispered Pyro.

'I don't have it.' Screamed the man.

'Wrong answer.'

Pyro threw a fireball at the man's head. His hair caught fire slowly spreading to his face. Pyro chuckled darkly but froze as a familiar giggle came from behind the man.

'Same John. Always the hothead.'

'Rogue.'

'Hey sugah.'

She stepped out from behind the man. She paused next to him and swung her foot into his back. He howled, buckling to the floor, skin melting as his fingers clutched his face. She giggled again and walked over to him, shoving something into his hand. He looked down, surprised to see the envelope plus a few extra documents.

'That's what you wanted, right?'

Pyro nodded but his eyes narrowed at her.

'What do you want?'

'Change of membership.'

'Tired of being part of the good side?'

'Something like that. By the way…' she punched him in the stomach, he bent over, wincing at her strength, 'never leave without saying goodbye again. Or else I'll attack an area even lower down.'

He straightened up and smiled. Then he heard a noise from the club door. He grabbed her arm and pulled her back to the car he'd stolen.

'Come on, we'll continue this later.'

-xXx-

Rogue leaned against the tree. Magneto and Pyro were down below discussing private matters; something that Magneto felt Rogue didn't need to know about yet. Not that she cared. He had practically welcomed her with open arms. She sighed digging in the pockets of her coat. Finally she found her cigarettes. Ever since absorbing Logan, she found an uncontrollable urge to smoke. She decided cigarettes settled the urge for cigars, which she never planned to smoke. She pulled out one of the many Zippo's she'd found in Pyro's room at the mansion, and lit the cigarette. She took one long drag, filling her lungs with the sweet nicotine before someone pulled it out of her hand.

'They say smoking is bad for you.' Whispered Pyro.

'They say your bad for me.'

'Really?' he said anger filling his voice. 'Maybe you should listen to them.'

'I like things that are bad for me.' She said, pulling the cigarette out of his hand and winking at him. He shrugged and walked on. She took another drag on her cigarette and then ground it under her foot. She turned and followed after him. Then a thought struck her.

'Are you ok with this?'

'With what?'

'Me, being here. I could go.'

'Don't be stupid. Where would you go?'

'Don't know.'

'Exactly.'

'But if you're happier when I'm gone.'

'Look Rogue. You're here because you want to be, don't let anyone else influence your decision. Ok!'

'Yeah, whatever.'

She stormed off to her left. After awhile she realised she wasn't alone.

'Mystique!' she whispered.

The blue women stepped out, smiling a dangerous smile.

'I'll be happier when your gone. So please, do go back?'

'Fuck off, bitch.'

Rogue turned sharply and stalked off. Mystique walked after her.

'Just wait until this first mission. See how badly you mess up.'

'What's your problem?'

Mystique slammed Rogue into a tree.

'Eric thinks your perfect, but I see right through you.'

'Jealous?'

'More like I can see right through you.'

Rogue pulled her knee up into Mystiques stomach. She doubled over and stumbled backwards. Rogue jabbed her elbow into her chest then crouched back, ready to pounce. Then someone grabbed her arm.

'Stop that!' he snarled.

Rogue stood up. Then she reached out a hand and pulled Mystique up. Mystique growled but accepted Rogue's hand.

'Let's go.' Muttered Mystique.

Rogue nodded turning away from Pyro. He grabbed her arm and pulled her into a tight hug. She wrapped her arms around him.

'Don't do anything stupid.' He mumbled.

'I won't.'

He let go and headed back the way he came. She watched for a while and then turned to catch up with Mystique.

-xXx-

'I can practically hear the x-jet coming.'

Rogue turned to glare at Mystique. Then she closed her eyes again. She needed to create a mental block in her mind. But it was proving harder than she thought.

'You need to concentrate.'

'Obviously you're not helping.'

Rogue concentrated again. Then something struck her. She concentrated on him.

'Quick let's try again.'

They whipped through the buildings running as fast as they could. Finally when they were as far as possible from the first location, Mystique tapped her com-link.

'Pyro?'

There was a crackling sound before he answered.

'Yeah?'

'Any luck?'

Crackle, crackle

'No. Good work Rogue. The Professor can't find you.'

'Yes!' shouted Rogue punching the air.

'Ok, get out of the mansion. We've got things to do.' Snarled Mystique.

She clicked off the com-link and stalked away. Rogue sighed and hurried after her.

'What do we have to do?'

'Drop in on a old friend.'

-xXx-