A/N: Yes, yes this sort of story has been done countless of times. Pyro/OC. But whatever, I'm giving it a shot. I've been having dreams of this for awhile now. Yes, I dream up every fucking story that I write. Call me crazy but whatever. By the way, this takes place during X3 and with some flashbacks to my own version of X1and X2. Please review.

Disclaimer: As it saddens me to say this, I do not own X-Men.

Chapter One

I sat in the bedroom Rogue and I shared after a Danger Room session holding an envelope in my hand. When it was over, I had immediately headed to see if there was any mail for me. The only mail I got was from my brother... at least that's what everyone thought. When I reached my room, a smile grew on my face when I saw a white envelope sitting on my unmade bed. The mail had come. It was the only thing that made me smile... even if it was actually from my brother because that meant I had some money to spend.

After staring at the sticker that had my name and the mansion's address printed on it, I tore it open. I unfolded the letter and read it out loud to myself after I noticed how short it was.

"Zephyr, no matter what happens I just want you to know that I love you so much. Always, Pyro." I raised an eyebrow after I read it. What the fuck was he talking about? I know he loved me. He wrote me everyday since he left. But what was with this 'no matter what happens' shit? What was going to happen?

I hated it when he confused the fuck out of me. I felt like tearing the letter into tiny little pieces but I couldn't bring myself to actually do it. Instead I just crumbled it up and threw it across the room before falling backwards onto my soft bed.

It amazed at how he drove me crazy even through a fucking letter. I knew he was far away too. He was miles away and he made me want to tear my hair out. But I didn't do that either since I actually liked my long black hair. I exhaled as I turned to my right. Rogue's blankets flew off her bed and I laughed a little. She was going to be mad when she came and saw her covers on the floor. Oh well.

As if on cue, Rogue came bursting into the room and slamming the door behind her. I shot up in my bed and looked at her. She was pissed.

"What the fuck is wrong?" I asked. She glared at me as if she was casting some spell.

"Kitty," she spat. I rolled my hazel eyes as I crossed my legs Indian style. I did that a lot.

"You have to be kidding me," I said, "You still think she's trying to steal Bobby from you?" Rogue looked at me like I was dumb. She had this theory that Kitty Pryde was trying to steal her boyfriend from her. And she was convinced that he will leave her because he can actually kiss Kitty.

"Bobby knows about your mutation," I said, "And if he didn't like it, he would have never asked you to be his girlfriend." The brown and white haired girl sighed as she crossed her arms. She knew I was right. Her eyes moved from me to the corner of the room to where the paper ball I made a few minutes earlier sat. Of course she noticed it since she was a clean freak. She even cleaned my side of the room. But I always seemed to mess up my bed after she fixes it.

"What's that?" she said. I looked over and played dumb.

"I don't know," I said crawling off my bed and picking it up. I tossed it into the trash can. I planned on getting it later. No one knew John had been writing me. And I wasn't planning on telling anybody because I knew what I would get for it. But it wasn't like I was writing back to him. I didn't even know where he was at.

He was careful when he sent me my letters. John had made a set of stickers with my name and the mansion's address on it and another set with my brother's name and my parents' address printed on it. I remember he explained in the first letter that if he wrote on the envelope himself, someone would recognize his writing and not give me the letter. It was perfect since my brother sent me the occasional envelope with money inside.

"Are you gonna be in here all day?" Rogue asked changing the subject. I shrugged. Ever since John left, I sat in the room staring at the ceiling or drawing circles in my sketchbook trying to put together why he hadn't come back despite all the letters I got saying how much he needed the freedom. Fuck freedom. What about me?

"I don't know," I said for a second time, "I'm tired from running from a giant robot all morning, I might take a nap or something."

"Come on, Rumer," Rogue begged, "Come watch TV with me or something. I don't want to see Bobby right now." I rolled my eyes again. I looked at Rogue. She was giving me this weird puppy dog look. So she would stop, I gave in.

"Fine."

I remember when I first met Rogue. She was a runaway from Canada. Like me. Well I didn't exactly run away from Canada, I was sort of kicked out of my home and I found my way to New York where Storm and Jean found me. I had already been at Mutant High for about a year when I finally got a new roommate. Lots of the other girls didn't like my habits. I hardly cleaned, I burped, cursed, etc. I think I even used to smell my clothes before I put them on. I guess hanging out with my younger brother everyday really rubbed off on me.

Rogue was quiet and kept to herself at first. She seemed kind of scared but I tried not to scare her even more. Besides John and Bobby, she was one of the only people I was actually nice to. I made an attempt to make her feel welcome and I guess it worked since she didn't ask Storm to be moved to another room.

She turned our trio into a quad. I liked to call us the Forty Ounce Squad even though Bobby and Rogue hated it. I wasn't implying that I or any of us drank, it just sounded funny. Call me weird. Anyway, it was nice having another girl in our little group. It was like we had this code that we only knew about and Bobby and John were totally clueless. I loved watching their faces as they tried to figure out what the fuck we were talking about most of the time.

John felt a little threatened by Rogue though. He felt that she was taking his place as my best friend. No one could have ever taken John's place. He meant too much to me. He still does.

I was sitting next to the window the first day I met Rogue. I heard that Storm and Cyclops had saved two mutants in Canada or something and brought them back to the mansion. One was a teenager and the other an adult. And that was all we knew.

Flink. Clank. Flink. Clank.

John was lying on the empty bed next to mine playing with his lighter while I sat near the window staring out into the backyard. It annoyed most people but the sound actually soothed me. Occasionally he would let the flame dance in the palm of his hand and then extinguish it. And that was what we did basically everyday.

But that day was different. There a single knock on the door. John froze immediately and stared at me. Bobby usually knocked twice so we knew it wasn't him who knocked. We sat like statues until there was another knock.

"Rumer, are you in there?" It was Jean.

"Yeah, hold on," I said pointing to the closet. John jumped off the bed and ran towards the closet. He slid the door close to hide from her just before she stepped inside. Behind her was a brunette teenaged girl. She looked scared and fragile. I felt sort of bad for her. I remembered my first day at the mansion.

"Rumer," Jean said showing the new face her way into the room, "This is Rogue. Rogue, this is Rumer, or Zephyr. She's your new roommate." I stepped forward with a big fat smile on my face.

"Hi," I said sticking out my hand. She immediately jumped back with her arms behind her back. I glanced at Jean and gave that 'be nice' look.

"Why don't you get settled," Jean said pointing Rogue to her new bed, "then Rumer and John can show you around. Make sure you show her the escape doors." John groaned from the closet and I heard a thud. He must have hit his head against the door. Jean left the room making sure the door was closed. I whipped around and blew towards my closet. The door instantly slid open to reveal John sitting on the floor lighter in hand.

"What did you do?" I snapped.

"Nothing!" I crossed my arms as if I was saying 'I don't believe you.' John just stood up and glared at me.

"For all we know, she could have been reading your mind." I laughed.

"She could have heard your thoughts because I was definitely not thinking about you." John grunted at me before he headed towards the door.

"I'm going pee," he announced angrily while opening the door and then slamming it behind him. I shook my head while I threw myself onto my bed. I almost forget there was someone else in the room until Rogue dropped her bag on the floor.

"So, Rogue, right?" I said. She nodded, "What can you do?"

"What do you mean?" she asked. I laughed while I sat up in my bed and crossed my legs.

"What's your mutation?" She looked away as if she was afraid to tell anyone.

"I can't really explain it but when I touch people," she started, "it's like I take all their energy from them...almost like I'm sucking out their life." My eyebrow rose once she finished. That was intense. I would have kept that under wraps too but I decided to keep my mouth shut and not tell her that.

"Is that why you didn't shake my hand?" She nodded. It was my turn to shrug.

"That's okay," I said. At least she was looking out for other people.

"What about you?"

"I can create and control wind." She didn't say anything after that. She started to unpack her clothes slowly. She didn't have much but it was a lot more than I had when I first arrived.

"Is he your boyfriend?" Rogue asked after a few minutes of silence. By that time, I was laying flat on my stomach drawing Rogue in my sketchbook.

"Who?" I asked not taking my eyes off the page.

"The guy in the closet." I snorted.

"John?" she nodded, "No way. He's not the boyfriend type. He's pretty much a dickhead."

"Then why do you hang out with him?" I shrugged again.

"Not a lot of people like him, besides me and Bobby. And not a lot of people like me, besides him and Bobby. So I guess we get each other, since everyone hates us...except for Bobby. Besides, he's not always an asshole. John Allerdyce has a soft side it's just rare that he shows it." Rogue nodded as she sat on her sheet free bed. I noticed and got up from my bed and then began searching through the closet. A minute later I found bed sheets and a pillow case.

"Who is Bobby?" Rogue asked as I walked over to her bed and placed them on top.

"Bobby Drake," I said, "He's our friend. You'll meet him." Rogue smiled. It was the first one I saw and I smiled back. I walked back to my bed and jumped on it and continued working on my drawing.

"I like you," Rogue said, "So I guess that's one less person that doesn't hate you." I glanced at her and smiled. Then I lifted up my sketchbook and showed her my quick sketch of her face. She made me promise that I would give it to her when I'm done. That was the start of our friendship.

Rogue, Bobby and I sat in the television room with our eyes glued on the screen. They found a cure. A fucking cure. That's right. Some idiot humans made a "cure" to get rid of our powers permanently. What mutant in their right mind would go and get something like that? Who would actually be ashamed of their powers?

Rogue jumped up from her spot on the couch and headed towards the exit.

"Rogue," Bobby called after her but she kept walking. I looked at Bobby who was still looking the direction Rogue had gone. He slowly turned his head towards me. I just shrugged and turned back to the television. Then it hit me.

Rogue would want the cure.

I got up and headed for the exit. Bobby called after me too but I ignored him. I knew Rogue was going to talk to the Professor about it so I decided to wait for her in our room. After ten minutes of sitting on my bed, she came in. She jumped when she saw me staring at her with my arms crossed.

"You better not be thinking what I'm thinking," I snapped. Her eyebrows furrowed at me as she was insulted.

"And what would that be?" she snapped back. I rolled my eyes. She knew what I meant.

"You better not be thinking about that damn cure," I said getting off my bed and walking towards her. I was obviously taller than her. Not by a lot, probably about two inches, but it was still noticeable.

"What if I am?"

"Then you're not as strong as I thought you were." Before she could say anything back, I headed for the door and left her by herself in the room. I walked down the hallway and went outside while pulling out a cigarette case from the back of my jeans' pocket. I grabbed a cigarette and put it in my mouth before I opened up the door to go outside and smoke for a few minutes. Yeah, I know, smoking is bad but it was one of the few things that actually soothed, John being one of them. And since he was gone, a cigarette was the only thing I could rely on.

"Are you old enough to smoke?" a husky voice asked coming up behind me while I lit up the cigarette with John's old lighter. He had given it to me when he got his beloved Zippo lighter with the fucking shark on it. I don't even know why he gave it to me in the first place. He hated the fact that I smoked. It was actually kind of funny when I think about it.

"Yes," I said turning to my left while exhaling a puff of smoke. It was Logan. He had a cigar in his hand and was staring out at the trees.

"How old are you anyway?"

"I turned 19 in October." He finally looked at me a little surprised. I guess he thought I was younger.

"Really?" he asked. I nodded.

"October thirty first," I informed him. He nodded while turning back towards the trees. He looked at them as if waiting for something...or someone. I exhaled another puff of smoke. It went farther than Logan's smoke went.

"Do you ever miss her?" I asked turning back towards him. It was his turn to exhale.

"Everyday." I sighed as I glanced down at the cement we were standing on. I sucked on the cigarette for a few seconds then pulled it out of my mouth.

"Do you miss him?" I nodded as I exhaled.

"A lot more than I should."

"Most people are glad he's gone. Why aren't you?"

"I don't have anyone."

"You have Rogue and Bobby."

"I don't have anyone that understands me. Rogue and Bobby are great friends... they just don't understand. Yeah, they both have problems at home but I don't even have a home. I bet Rogue's parents are dying to have her back. And I know if Bobby sat down with his family, they would accept him. But you can't change my parents. They're assholes. Just like John's parents. They don't want us. He was the only person that understood the feeling of abandonment." Logan shifted his body.

"You're lucky you know who your family is." I frowned. He was right, "But that's beside the point, you miss John and you want him back."

"More than anything." A few moments of silence passed and I was just about done with my cigarette until Logan spoke again.

"You've changed, Zephyr," he said. I sighed as I dropped the cigarette onto the cement and stepped on it with my shoe. I hadn't noticed any change in me. Besides spending hours on end in my room reading John's letters over and over again and sneaking into Bobby's room during the night and sleeping in John's old bed. It still smelled like him and it was the only thing that put me to sleep during those days without him.

Days before John left filled my mind. We used to cause loads of trouble. I smiled a little at the memories we made at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters running up and down the hallways in the middle of the night, picking on the little kids, and teasing Rogue and Bobby. And then the times when John was actually acting like a real person popped up last.

"Hey," John said coming into my room and walking to the side of my bed. He knelt next to and became eye level with me. He smirked while he pushed my black bangs away from my face, "How are you feeling?"

"Shitty," I responded. He laughed. I had gotten sick from one of the other kids. The stupid brat coughed in my face. Like I mentioned before, no one liked me so they were always trying to make my life hell. I don't even know what I did to them in the first place. John constantly blamed himself.

"I'm sorry," he said leaning in closer and resting his chin on my bed. I shook my head with the little energy I had.

"Stop it," I said, "It's not your fault." He laughed like I was joking, "You're not the reason why people don't like me, John. If it was you, they'd be giving Bobby shit too." John sighed as he put his hand on my face and rubbed his thumb on my cheek. He knew I was right.

"You want to lie in my bed?" he asked. I smiled the biggest smile I could and nodded. He stood up while I pushed myself up. He pulled down my blanket and put one arm underneath my knees and another against my back. After I wrapped my arms around his neck, he lifted me up.

"Aw it's like we just got married," I said. John laughed while he headed to the door. I opened it so he wouldn't have to struggle. After the door was closed, he headed down the hallway. I closed my eyes and rested my forehead against his neck and took in his smell. I smiled. I could go on forever about how it soothed me. I guess it just reminded me that I was safe and I had nothing to worry about because I had him, my best friend in the entire world.

John carefully placed me on his bed and then turned the lamp on his dresser while he placed his lighter on top of it.

"You still cold?" he asked while pulling his blanket over me. I nodded. I watched him walk over to his closet and look through it for about a minute. He came back over with his favorite hoodie. It was brown and had a patch on the left sleeve. It had torn and I sewed it on for him. On the bottom of the back I hand sewed Pyro in black letters. He sat on the bed and helped me put it on. After he zipped it up, he leaned in and kissed my nose.

"You're gonna get sick," I said.

"I don't care," he said while he reached over his dresser and grabbed a pair of black gloves. I was mad at him one day and cut off the fingertips of his gloves. He just laughed it off.

"Your hands are always cold," he said slipping one of the gloves on my hand, "And you have really long fingers." I pulled my hand away from his and hit his shoulder.

"That wasn't nice." He just laughed while he grabbed my other hand and put the glove on. I sighed while he dropped my hand. It didn't surprise me when he acted like this. It surprised others when he was nice in front of them. And they would totally ruin it when they said something about it. I wish they didn't provoke him. It only made things worse.

"You're the only person I can trust, Rumer," John said as we laid down on his bed facing each other. I just smiled while he reached over and turned off the lamp. I closed my eyes while he pulled me closer to him and I listened to him breathing. I fell asleep within minutes.

Logan was right. I had changed. I lost my best friend and it seemed like the moment he walked off that jet, he took everything I had with him…or more just like my happiness and reason to live.

"I guess I have," I said looking up at Logan. He glanced at me then gave me what seemed like a smirk.

A/N: And that's the first chapter. Please review.