Disclaimer: yada yada. Does not belong to me.

A/N: I've watched X2!!! Twice! In two days! Haha! It's wonderful, although there's too little of Cyclops. Otherwise, no complaints!

A/N2: This is the last chapter, and with this, I close my first X-men fanfiction. Please tell me you enjoyed it. *hint again*

Rogue sat on the couch, her eyes on the table, but her mind wandering towards the blond haired boy sitting on the other couch. She sneaked a glance at him; he was focused on the TV, as if watching monkeys sleep was the most intriguing thing in the world. It's been two weeks since Bobby and her broke up, and this was the first time they in those two weeks that they had been alone. She turned her attention to the TV once more, and sighed in boredom.

"Don't like that show?" Bobby Drake asked tentatively.

"You think?" Rogue quipped sarcastically. Bobby gave her a wholesome smile, before throwing her the remote control.

"I was wondering how long you'd survive watching this," he confessed with a sheepish grin. Her Bobby, always the mischievous one, always laughing, always joking. Immediately, the tension in the air thinned.

"I missed talking to you like this," Rogue admitted, as she switched the channel to MTV. Bobby gave her another smile.

"I miss you too," he told her. "Just because we broke up, doesn't mean we still can't be friends, right?"

"Right," Rogue affirmed. "So what's been up with you?"

Bobby shrugged. "My powers are evolving," he informed her. Rogue raised her eyebrows in question. Instead of replying, Bobby raised up his hand instead. He narrowed his eyes and concentrated on his arm. Rogue gasped in shock as Bobby's hand covered itself in solid ice.

"Bobby?" Rogue stretched out her hand to touch it, and through her thick gloves, she felt the icy temperature of his arm. "Doesn't it feel cold?"

"Nope," he told her with a grin, as his hand returned to flesh and blood. "It feels like a second part of me. The professor believes that I can cover my whole body in ice, if I concentrate really hard, but I'm still practicing."

Rogue smiled. "I guess that means the professor thinks you have the potential to join the X-men team, huh?"

"I hope so," Bobby told her. He looked down at his fingers. "Rogue, I miss you. A lot."

"Bobb-"

Bobby stood up, cutting her off. He kneeled on one knee in front of her, and gently, he swept her white strands of hair of her face, and tucked it behind her ears, making sure not to touch her skin. "Jean's working on your mutation, Rogue. Hey, before you know it, you'll be able touch anyone," he assured her. "You know I don't give a damn about touching you. I mean, I want to," he told her, his blue eyes brimming with honesty and love. "But if I can't, I don't mind. Rogue, all I need is you. Not your touch, not your kisses. Just you."

He reached out to hold her gloved hand in his, and kissed it softly. Through the glove, she could feel the coldness of his breath, and somehow, it was reassuring and comforting. "I beg you, don't push me away. I love you."

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Rogue stared at the blond haired boy in front of her, stunned. Bobby gave her a tentative smile, and a subtle squeeze on her hand, his eyebrows raised adorably. Rogue raised her other hand, and slowly swept it across Bobby's cheek. "I love you too, Bobby Drake."

Bobby gave a loud cheer, and he jumped on the couch next to her, pulling her towards him. She nestled her head on his chest comfortably, making sure that their skin remained apart. For now. "One day," Bobby promised her. "One day, you'll be healed. I'll make sure of that." He held her close, protecting her.

The next morning, Scott walked into the room. He surveyed the sleeping couple, and his tears welled up in his eyes. Once upon a time, Jean and him vacated that very same spot every night. Now, he would never see her again. As he watched Bobby stir in his sleep, wrapping his arms tighter around Rogue, he gave a bittersweet smile.

Jean would be happy to see the two, had she still been around.