Rogue's Pov and then Pyro POV.

Read between the lines

'Oh God not you!'

Rogue woke up her head pounding. She looked up and their eyes met.

'Oh.'

She stood up quickly and began checking his vitals. Everything was normal. She then walked over to him and took his wrist. She tried to check if it was still broken but he pulled his hand away from her. She sighed and walked over to the operation table grabbing an injection, containing sedative. He started to pull at his restraints, supplied by Bobby. She just sat down, staring at him.

'Your going to make your injuries worse.' she sighed.

'Oh really?'

'I don't want to use this.'

'And I don't want to be here. Or be touched by some fucking homosapien.'

She put the sedative down and folded her arms across her chest.

'If you keep moving there's a chance your wrists will receive further injury.'

He stopped and looked over at her.

'Isn't there someone else?'

'Storm's teaching.'

'Just get it over with.'

She unfolded her arms and walked over to him. She carefully examined his wrists, changing the dressing. Then she moved them up and down carefully trying to see how fast he was healing. Then she moved towards his head, removing the bandage. His injury had subsided, so it wasn't necessary to put to much dressing on. She watched him the whole time. He glared at the ceiling refusing to look at her.

-xXx-

He opened his eyes and turned his head. Not a good idea. It felt like a ton of bricks had landed on him. He tried to move but couldn't. Then he heard someone breathing. He moved his eyes to the left. Rogue.

'Oh God not you!'

Her eyes fluttered open and looked straight into his.

'Oh.'

He watched her stand up and begin faffing about. She reached out and took his wrists. He was taken aback by her warm skin and the lack of her power. Her touch never felt like that. He pulled his wrist away causing her to panic and fetch a sedative. No fucking way was he being put to sleep. He began to pull at the restraints holding him down but with no luck.

'Your going to make your injuries worse.' she sighed.

'Oh really?'

'I don't want to use this.'

'And I don't want to be here. Or be touched by some fucking homosapien.'

She put the sedative down and folded her arms across her chest. Yet the anger didn't reach her eyes. In fact her eyes were empty.

'If you keep moving there's a chance your wrists will receive further injury.'

He stopped struggling and looked over to her.

'Isn't there someone else?'

'Storm's teaching.'

'Just get it over with.'

He stared at the ceiling while she hovered everywhere around him. He winced as she did his wrists. Fucking ice-prick. He'd never pictured an x-man to attack an unconscious man. Even an enemy. But it seemed like he wasn't the only one who lost control sometimes.

'So he's awake.'

Pyro glanced at the door. Kitty stood at the door smiling at Rogue.

'Yeah.' he heard Rogue whisper.

'Hank's here.'

'Ok then. Do you mind?'

Kitty glanced at him and shrugged.

'Nah, I can handle him.'

Handle him? They made him sound like a naughty five year old. Rogue walked out and Kitty walked closer to him. He could smell her familiar peach perfume and felt a little better about being back. At least he could have a little fun.

'You've been out for a long time.'

'How long?'

'Nine days.'

'Nine?'

'Yeah.' she chuckled slightly.

Then she strode over and flopped down in the chair. They stared at each other for a while before she flipped her hair and gazed at the wall.

'Be nicer to her.'

'What?'

'Be nicer to Rogue.'

'That fucking...'

He winced as Kitty punched him in the stomach.

'Don't make me regret saving your life. Storm and I could have left you for dead.'

'Sorry.' he mumbled.

'No prob. But seriously, be nice. She spent everyday with you. Never left your side. Never...'

Pyro frowned. Why? They weren't close or anything. Anymore. They friendship they had was gone. Their only connection was Bobby. Emphasis on was.

'I'll try but no promises. So you single?'

'What!'

'Are. You. Single?'

'Yes but...'

'But nothing Kitten, I'm not in shape right now but give it a few more days.'

He smiled at her stunned look and winked at her. Then he slowly moved his hand over his exposed torso causing her to go a deeper shade of crimson.

'You like?'

'Your so full of it.' she spat, turning her back to him.

He laughed loving her uncomfortable ness. There were two reasons he wanted her. Firstly she was hot and secondly it would piss Bobby off. Nothing was more important than getting revenge on Bobby Drake.

-xXx-

Pyro sat upright on the medical bed, swinging his legs to get rid of the cramps. His head still hurt and he still couldn't move his wrists properly but apparently Storm felt it would be better for him to recover in his own room. So here he was waiting for someone to come get him. He hoped it was Kitty. He felt excited whenever she was near him. He didn't actually like her, it was just lust and of course revenge. And the only thing he had to do to get into Kitty's pants was to be nice to her best friend, Roguey. Said person just walked in, or at least he thought so. She looked different. Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun, not a single strand near her face. She wore a white lab coat, fully buttoned up so that you could only see her jeans and boots. He raised an eyebrow at her but all he received was a cold stare. Well, well, someone was pissy today. She signaled for him to follow her. He rolled his eyes but slid off the bed anyway. He walked after he trying to think of something nice to say, he hated awkward silences. They were by the elevator now. As they stepped out there was a small girl jumping up and down, glancing around in anticipation. The girl looked up with pleading eyes. Rogue's face softened and she pointed to one of classroom doors. The girl smiled and ran towards the door. Pyro raised an eyebrow but Rogue just muttered, 'new student' and walked off briskly. He was getting sick of this shit. The headed through the corridor leading to the boys dormitory.

'Here you go John. Your own room.'

She didn't look at him when she spoke. Just stared ahead.

'Why do you still call me, John?'

'That's who you are to me, John. I don't like Pyro. Pyro pisses me off.'

'Doesn't take a lot to piss you. Never did. Not a high maintenance bitch like you. You only ever cared about yourself.'

'Fuck off, John.'

'Pyro!'

'Fine, Pyro!' she spat.

She was looking at him now. He could practically see the flames dancing in her eyes. He could also see the bag under eyes and how pale she looked. Then he heard footsteps coming around the corner. He turned to see who it was and cursed as Kitty came around the corner. Time to cool down. He turned to apologize to Rogue but she was gone. He heard Kitty sigh and then felt a painful sting on his shoulder. He turned towards her about to explain that it wasn't his fault, not really, but she was so close. In one swift movement he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her lips to him. She hesitated then he felt her kiss him back. He broke the kiss, bringing his lips close to her ear.

'Let's go somewhere more private Kitten.'

She smiled and they slowly moved into his room, closing the door behind them.

-xXx-