Rogue awoke to her stomach churning in displeasure. Nothing new. Ever since she had gotten the 'cure', she had these pains. False, damn, advertising. The cure only worked when she was completely calm. Which in her case meant never.

They told her to be calm when they were injecting it. And she did remain calm, up until she felt the needle stick in her arm. Then her pulse started to race and she began to hyperventilate. Before they could put the entire injection in, she jerked away; only getting half the injection and forcing a negative reaction.

The clinic also told her that until the cure wore off, which was bound to happen, she had better do her best to stay clam. In the case of her getting over stressed or anything along those lines, she fit go in coughing fits and end up in bed for a week. But if its bad enough, it could cost her life. Also that she should avoid excessive weight gain, dieting, and getting pregnant. You know, what the hell? The only things she understood was A: cant stress eat, cause you cant stress. B: Cant stress diet, cause you cant stress. C: Cant get pregnant, but who was worried about that anyway? Bobby only petted her head and kissed her good-night. Yeah, he knew that as long as she was calm, everything was perfectly okay, but for some reason he didn't push it any further than before. Except that one time…

She pushed the thoughts of that night from her head. Maybe this was what she deserved. After all, she had hurt Bobby, so…all is fair in love and war?

Once the pain passed she got up from bed and shoved her arms into the green silk robe that had been resting on her footboard. After tying it together to hide her skimpy barely covering anything pink nighty, she ventured into the halls. Most of the classes had started by now, so she had a few hours until her first class. Therefore, free reign over the kitchen. No one to bother her or talk to her.

She opened the kitchen door with a yawn. It always smelled good in here. Like fresh fruits and fresh air. Her feet padded their way over to the cabinets and she removed a box of cinnamon flake cereal. She then made her way over to the next cabinet in search of a bowl. Once she had found one, she poured her cereal then went to the refrigerator for milk. Once she had completed making her breakfast she sat down at the bar. Happily enjoying the silence of the halls.

Then the door swung open behind her, clashing against the wall, making her jump at the sudden noise. She whipped her head around who decided they needed to make such an entrance, but when she saw she almost choked.

"Good morning." She said once she had managed to swallow.

John only grunted in response. He didn't want to talk to her. Damn chance that she was in here when he was.

"You've just experienced a normal American greeting for the morning. Its normal to respond back with a 'hello' 'good morning' 'thank you'. Something aside from a grunt." Rogue wagged her spoon at him as he stood in front of the open fridge.

She hadn't noticed until now that he was shirtless, only wearing his sleeping pants. She felt a slow heat growing over her face. She had never seen John like that, except when they went swimming years ago, but he wasn't that same skinny kid. She could see the tone of his muscles very easily as he bent down to look in the low fridge. He was in perfect shape, so much so she was finding it hard to look away from him. His once, frail arms were now pure muscle. His chest and stomach were perfectly toned as well.

She suddenly felt like she was out of shape.

"You got anything here that's good?" John spoke up, making her jump and jerk her head towards her bowl.

"You mean anything here you don't make yourself?" She laughed hesitantly.

It was silent for a minute, then he did something unexpected. He chuckled, "Yeah. Exactly. Your memory hasn't failed you."

Of course she remembered how lazy John was when it came to making food! It was one of his more dement features, when he was still at the mansion.

"I can make you something." She offered sheepishly.

The debate began in John's mind. He was terribly hungry, but was he so desperate as it have a human make it?

"No. You got pop tarts?" He inquired, shutting the fridge.

"Yeah, over in that lazy-Susan thing." Rogue pointed her spoon towards a cabinet in the corner of the kitchen.

John shuffled his feet over to the cabinet and retrieved what he desired. His gaze caught Rogue's for a spilt second then he huffed and sat at the opposite end of the bar.

Rogue giggled at him. He was acting like a wet cat still.

"It isn't contagious." She finished her cereal.

"I don't want to be around 'it' or anyone who was gutless enough to get 'it'." He spat as he got a mouthful of pop tart.

Rogue held her tongue. She didn't want him to know about the hours of illness she had gone through to get to this point. She didn't want him to know that with her every prayer she regretted getting the damn thing. He would just hang it over her head. Always telling her how stupid she was and this is what she deserved for her stupidity.

"Well, I want to finish reading my book before my class so if you will excuse me." She jumped down from her barstool and deposited her bowl into the sink.

Her exit would have been perfect. She had pushed her hair over her shoulder and began to strode past him, but her robe tie got caught on the corner of the bar. She didn't notice until it was pulled completely undone and she felt a cold draft fly up her midriff.

John's eyes caught it to. He saw her belt get caught and simply watched as it tugged loose. What he didn't expect was what was underneath. The only this he had ever seen her in was jeans and long sleeves with gloves on, but this wasn't that. She was in an almost see-through barely covering anything baby pink lingerie type deal. For a minute he forgot who he was looking at. Her creamy white ivory skin was exposed to him, with just a few areas left covered. He had never seen her 'shape' before. She looked much thinner without those clothes on. She really had curves to her! He had seen her in a swimsuit a few years ago, but that was just nonsense compared to know. It would be like comparing a 1 year old to an 18 year old. Big differences. Damn, if Bobby had seen this no wonder he made her dress like an old bag lady. She was a tempting piece to any man who would see her.

Rogue's face heated to a deep red color as she witnessed John's eyes travel up her body. Her skin felt as if it were his fingers tracing up it, not his eyes. After a few seconds of shock, she jerked the robe back together and tied it as tight as it would go. To horrified to say anything she, fled the room. If for nothing else to get away from his eyes.

John sat with his pop tart slumping out of his mouth. He blinked a few more times and tried to shake her image out of his head. Sure, he had been messing with Kitty for the past few weeks, but damn! Kitty had nothing on her! Had she not made the stupid decision to give up her mutant pride. He might take a stab at her.

Wait…what the hell was he thinking?! She might as well be an STD to him. Still, he couldn't shake her image.

"John, could you not walk around the mansion half-naked, nobody likes seeing you like that." Bobby growled from the doorway.

"On the contrary. The girls love it, but cant say anything cause I'm the bad boy. Ask Kitty. She likes it. Hell, your girlfriend even got heated cheeks at it." John chuckled.

"Rogue, wouldn't bother with you." Bobby rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

"Okay. Entertain your simple little mind with that thought. Meanwhile, I'm going to go flaunt around the mansion, tempting the girls into lustful desires that will never be filled. But you? Stay here and keep the refrigerator company."

"What're you trying to say, piss ant?" Bobby narrowed his eyes at John, who's eyes were filled with laughter.

"It's a known fact I was always in better shape than you. Don't think if I made a pass at Rogue she would resist."

"I have more decency than to parade around half naked. Only low-lives do that!"

"Ha! You're scared that I'm right! Lets make a bet! You walk around like this too and we'll see who gets more attention. The good boy or the bad boy." John grinned.

"As if I would do something that juvenile."

"Scared. I suppose that rumor about the cure fading is true. Once it does, I might lower my standards for one night and go after your little girlfriend. We were pretty fond of each before I left you know?"

Bobby glare was enough to kill him. He hated going along with one of John's stupid challenges, but this time he could accept to smash him down.

Boom! YAY! That's all for now. So who would win. As if it's a real question! LOL please let me know what you think!

Named from What Victoria's Secret? -Rick Springfield.

RAWR