A/N: The funniest thing is happening while I'm writing this. I'm in a study lesson and this one teacher is stalking around like a hawk trying to make everyone quiet and study. Yeah, right, like I really want to study now. It's ten in the morning I skipped breakfast and I have this story rambling in my brain.
Anyway, the storyline is just after X2. Pyro hasn't left and Pyro and Rogue are together instead of Bobby and Rogue. There has never been a Bobby/Rogue in this story. Jean isn't going to die and none of that X3 nonsense happens. Coolness? Good. Oh! By the way the story is based on the song here without you by three doors down and also on the video I made. Link in profile!
'Has anyone seen John?'
'I'm here.'
Rogue smiled as he took the seat next to her. She received a tired smile from him and then he closed his eyes. The jet was shaking a little as the older x-men tried to get it running. She reached out and took his hand in her on gloved one. She waited as the jet lurched and finally moved up. Jean fainted and Scott took her to the back while Storm piloted. As they flew she felt the tears that she was holding back escape. Logan, who was sitting in front of her turned to look at her.
'You okay kid?'
She nodded smiled and wiped the tears away.
'Been a long day.' She whispered.
Logan smiled and faced the front again. She looked over to Pyro. His eyes were open now and he had a sad look on his face. She gave his hand a hard squeeze then pulled away. He'd walked away today. Left her alone with Drake. Just disappeared. She knew he was a hothead and had a wild streak but when it came to her, she just hoped she was good enough. She felt his hand on her chin as he turned her face towards him.
'I'm sorry.' He whispered.
She shrugged not meeting his gaze.
'I just felt they needed help.'
'We could have died today, and if we did I would have been alone. I would have died alone.'
'Don't exaggerate. We're okay, right?'
'Just…'
'What?' he sighed.
'Don't ever leave me.'
She looked up. He was looking away from her. He seemed to be calculating what to say. He still didn't look at her when he replied.
'I won't.'
She nodded. She was sure he wasn't telling the truth but for now that's all she needed. She took his hand again and rested her head on his shoulder.
-xXx-
'Is he pissed?'
'Huh?'
Rogue looked at Jubilee. She was sitting on the floor of the rec room arranging her study notes. She'd been hanging out with her to keep her mind off being in Stryker's prison. She was still a little shaken up.
'Is Johnny pissed? Cause Bobby says he might be. You know, since you absorbed him?'
'Bobby should mind his own business.'
'That doesn't answer the question.'
'I don't know, probably.'
'Oh. Well why don't you go talk to him?'
'John, talk? No way. Not the type.'
'Well do something!'
Rogue sighed and rolled her eyes. Jubilee loved to meddle. It was sweet but annoying at the same time. Then again maybe she should go see him.
'Where is he Jubs?'
'Library. History section.'
'Right. See you later.'
'Good luck.'
Rogue smiled and headed towards the library. Things were quieter around the school. One week since Alkali lake and still it sat heavy on everyone's hearts. Even their trip to the president was a sombre affair. Still she now officially an x-men. Although for some reason the professor didn't let Pyro suit up. And Pyro wasn't bothered. That's why she avoided him lately. She couldn't shake this uneasy feeling she had about him now. She entered the library and slowly walked to the history section. He was sitting on the floor just staring at his lighter. He looked up when she stood right in front of him. His trademark smirk playing on his lips.
'Hey Rogue.'
'Hey John.'
'Something wrong?'
Yep, that's Pyro. Straight to the point.
'People think you're angry at me because I absorbed you. But we both know there have been many absorptions before that.'
'Yeah, and?'
'Why are you angry?'
'I'm not.'
'Bullshit!'
He raised an eyebrow. His smirk grew. He patted his lap and grudgingly she took a seat. His arms came around her and she rested her head on his chest.
'Just thinking things over.' He muttered.
'Okay.'
'I'm not angry. I promise.'
'I believe you.'
'Can I kiss you?'
'Give me a few seconds. You know I can only supress for awhile.'
'I know babe.'
She took a deep breath and wrapped her arms around him. His lips crushed hers. The kiss went smooth for a few minutes. As her lips tingled she pulled away. Although strangely he let her. Usually he still held on, letting her absorb him. She frowned and looked down at her legs.
'I'm trying, I think I can hold it longer.' she whispered.
He kissed her again. She willed herself to keep her powers at bay. She was doing it for him. His hands travelled towards her waist. Gently he lifted her shirt. His hands shook, she could feel them tremble as he touched her. She pulled back and stared into his smouldering brown eyes.
'Johnny?'
'It's...my first time.'
'It's mine too.'
He smiled and his mouth was on hers again.
-xXx-
It was early in the morning and she was lounging on the roof. She didn't want to tell him but last night there had been a moment where her control slipped. Only for a moment. And she received his thoughts. Magneto had spoken to him and he wanted to join the brotherhood. He didn't go at Alkali because of her. He cared for her. Alot. She sighed and buried her face. Last night had been so perfect. Of course she felt nauseous from the length of time she spent surpressing her power, but woah, what an expeirance. Her stomach growled but she ignored it. There were worse things happening. Her nostrils twitched. She could smell cigarette smoke. She stood up and headed to his balcony. Jumping down she landed next to him. He was standing in only his pants, his perfect torso bathed in early sunlight.
'I love you.' she whispered.
He said nothing, just stared out, smoking that cigarrete. After a moment he sighed, ground his cigarette and headed into his room. She followed him in to find he had already packed a rucksack. She watched as he slipped a shirt on. She sat down on his empty bed, stripped of it's coverings.
'You're leaving.'
It wasn't a question. And as she looked into his eyes she knew she couldn't stop him. He nodded slowly.
'You could have been a great x-men.'
'I don't want to be.' he muttered.
'Why?'
'I'm sick of this kid's table shit.'
That did it. It was the line he used before when he left the jet. She felt betrayed and used. She felt hate and self loathing. She closed her heart and stood up.
'Maybe I'll just take off too.'
'Where would you go?'
'Anywhere. I don't have a life.' she was by the door now, 'not anymore.'
She walked out knowing he would still leave.