This is my Pyro fanfic, promised to a friend and finally started, though I am sure that he will never get around to reading it lol… So that it why I am looking to you all to comment on it and help me to improve

Note: I have not read the X-Men series in ages and my memory doesn't go very far back any more so bare with me; I may change things a little.

Synopsis: John Allardyce (Pyro) Remembers the one woman he was fully in love with and regrets leaving. Pyro/OC- first X-men fanfic pls comment

Disclaimer: the only things in this that belong to me are Rosie and the plot line… and the words.. otherwise, thy pen runneth over with the characters of others which I love too much!

She was sitting there

Tears pouring down her face

Her body raked with the fear, anger and sadness that filled her heart.

John woke with a start, sweat covering his body, breathing hard. He didn't know quite what he had been thinking when he agreed to join forces with Eric Lenhnsherr. He had a beautiful girl waiting for him at the X-complex and now, it haunted him to know that she would be torn apart, not knowing where he was, or why he vanished, or even if he was still alive.

"Rosie," he whispered into the still air of his room. Reaching over to his nightstand, he flipped on the light, sending a dim cast of light over the room, showing the few belongings he had inherited from his newfound position as Magneto's right hand man.

A dresser- filed with clothing that he was bound to wear one day in the near future.

A desk- covered with papers, each sheet covered with words of pain and regret that he felt for leaving her back there.

And then the nightstand, a clock, a lamp, and a contraption that creates fire with the flip of the wrist, all lying on top.

John shook his head as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. He ran his fingers through his hair as he stole a glance at the clock.

"Damnit," he said, slamming his hands onto his pillow," Two Fucking O'clock." He woke at the same time every morning for the past two weeks, maybe it was the instinct that took in after the X-complex had been under attack, maybe it was just the fear that he would oversleep and miss something important.

He longed more than anything to go back to the complex, just to see her, to let her know he was fine, alive, working for a greater cause. He flipped off the light and fell back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling.

She was there, just entered the classroom. It was a new face, one that instantly stunned every male in the room, with the exception of Bobby Drake, who looked at her like he knew her. It was Literature- Professor Scott Summers had taken over the class for a short while. He had looked up- stunned at the sudden silence of the classroom- something that rarely occurred, even when he was teaching.

"Come on up here," he said, a smile on his face as he waved her up.

Her piercing blue eyes were visible form across the rom, and he long raven hair flowed behind her as she walked to the front of the room. She handed the paper to Scott, her hand moving as gracefully as a dancer as she transferred the paper.

Scott smiled," Welcome to the school Miss Rosalee Dom-"He sputtered with the last name having trouble pronouncing it.

"Domolohov.. or Dom-al-a-hov," she said with a smile, her sweet and smooth voice flowing like velvet," A lot of people have trouble with it, and just call me Rosie." her voice his a slight Russian accent.

"German?"

"Russian."

"Ahh," Scott shook his head and looked at Peter- a taller well built boy with enough strength that an elephant would look weak compared to him," Seems to be the new trend, Why don't you take the empty seat there," he pointed over towards John, and behind Peter," You should find all that you need for this class in the desk, and incase you weren't told, the rest of your books will be in your room. John will be sure to help you." Scott glared in the direction of John who was nodding like an idiot with a huge smile on his face and his lighter in his hand.

Rosie smiled and softly said," Thank you," then made her way to the desk and sat down.

"I'm John," John said in an idiotic tone, the voices of the other students starting uo again.

"Rosie- pleased to meet you." She said with a sift smile," What are we working on?"

"No one ever works in this class… But if you insist…" He said with a smile," We are reading 1984 and are..." John flipped through the pages,"… somewhere in the book."

Rosie nodded and chuckled, though it had been no great help to her," Thanks,"

Peter turned around and spoke Russian," Hello"

Rosie let out a sigh of relief and in a giggle replied," Hello- Domolohov, you?"

"Rasputin."

"Ahh, a bit of relief there- same status, I don't know why I worry about it still." Rosie shrugged.

"Same here. Moscow- you?"

"St. Petersburg- relocated to Moscow when I was 4 then came here about 4 years ago."

"Very, very pleased to meet you," Peter said, switching over to English, taking her hand and kissing the back of it.

"Pleased to meet you too." She replied, catching the glare that John was giving Peter," Umm, John," she said, her voice soft and innocent," Would you mind helping me get caught up after class?"

John smiled," Totally."

Rosie nodded and pulled the book out of the desk as John sat back with a smile on his face and a feeling of utter happiness.

"She was always so sweet," John said softly to himself, staring up at the ceiling, his whole body practically aching to be near the love of his life. He didn't even know if she loved him anymore, if she would ever forgive him for what he did- how he ran off- how, when the complex was invaded, how ran off to help Marie and Bobby and didn't even give a 2nd thought to her. He would regret that for the rest of his life.

John flipped over in bed, closing his eyes.