Be proud of me, I'm actually writing on this story…yay! I hope you enjoy it.

And, I wish I could write action/adventure, because I can't…*sigh*

I need to know if anyone is reading this story, and if you aren't, then I'm going to stop writing…so that's all.

Chapter Four, Bobby's perspective.

I had been holding her when the professor contacted me. {We have to go now.} He said in my mind.

{Why?} I asked him.

{Because she's in terrible danger.} He said, I tried to remain placid to her when I said that I had to go.

{How terrible?}

{It's the MRA.}

The Mutant Research Association. They had captured many hundreds of mutants and conducted horrible experiments on them, taking the place of the manifestation of their mutations and examining them. They were one of our worst enemies, a total risk to mankind in general. And they were mutants too. {I thought that we'd already taken care of them.} I said. I pulled her under me and kissed her brains out. I hoped. Then I made my offer, to make her feel better.

{Apparently we haven't.} The professor said. She answered, and I said something lame and half-brained.

{I'll be there in just a second.} I replied to the professor.

"No," She said to me. "I mean like that, I want us to sleep together."

"Oh." I said. "Oh." My body suddenly felt heavier, and my eyes glazed over, imagining what it would be like when we were together. "I want that too."

The professor called me again. "Okay." She said. "I'll miss you.

I told her that I would be there soon, and then kissed her again. Then I willed myself to wake up, hoping that she would be all right.

~ ~ ~

Logan was there with my uniform in his hand. "Who all is going?" I asked, attempting to hide the erection that had formed at the thought of me and her together. .

"Me, Rogue." Of course, I knew he only called her that for show…he'd called her Marie countless times when he thought no one could hear. Something was blooming between them. It made me happy, because I thought that maybe I'd given her the wrong idea in the beginning, and I didn't want her coming after me when I was with the girl from my dream…and come to that, I still didn't know her name. "You, Cyclops and Jubilee."

"OK." I said, grabbing the uniform from him and walking into the bathroom. Obviously he intended to stay. (and no, that's not a Logan's gay implyance)

"So, where is it that we're going?" I asked him.

"Maine." He said. "It'll take about half an hour to get there."

"Oh." I said. "What's the plan other than that?"

"They're in a warehouse, not much security, and there aren't many of them, so we're mainly going to drop in, rescue all the mutants they have there and get out."

"It can't be that easy." I said.

"That's what I said to wheels, but he didn't listen. I swear, that man is so cocky, it's going to get us killed one day."

I laughed. Logan and I had formed somewhat of a grudging friendship when he came back about a year after the Statue of Liberty incident. He was going to beat me up because of Rogue, but then decided not to, because she had obviously not been hurt by me. Which he had figured on happening. And then somehow, we got to be friends. "Maybe this time he'll be right." I said.

"I doubt it." He replied. Then he paused. "So, who's this girl who you're so intent on rescuing?"

"Well." I said. "You'll think I'm insane if I tell you, but I've been having dreams with her in them…and she's really there, not like a real dream. But like life in sleep." I paused. "It's her."

"Oh." He said. "That is kind of creepy Bobby."

"I know." I said, stepping out of the bathroom in my uniform. "So let's go."

We walked out into the hall and made our way, quite quickly, to the hanger. I jumped into the jet, and Scott and Logan took off.

~ ~ ~

A half an hour later, we were parked in the woods in Maine about a five- minute walk from the warehouse.

We all got out of the plane, and walked briskly to the building. Logan knocked in the door and we all walked in.

Before I knew it, there was someone with a stun gun behind me, I froze her and knocked her over. She would hopefully wake up eventually, and we could put her into prison.

Logan and Rogue were working together to beat off the group of guards who were running up to us. They worked together seamlessly. "Marie!" He yelled as someone came up behind her. She wasn't quick enough, though, and I rushed to freeze the man, who was obviously a mutant—with his green hair, black eyes and pale skin.

He fell over, and I ran into the one door in the big warehouse, a white, medical looking hallway awaited me. Jubilee ran behind me, covering my back.

I opened every door, but the rooms were all empty.

Then I came to the last door. If she wasn't in there, then this whole thing had been a farce.

I opened the door. There was a group of people standing in front of a chair, I called out for Jubilee, and then froze as many of them as was possible. She knocked a couple of them out with her firecrackers, and the battle raged on inside the room and outside. Apparently reinforcements had arrived. I heard Logan, Cyclops and Rogue running down the hall. Too many people had arrived for us to beat off. Cyclops jumped into the room and pushed all of the bad-guys into the hallway. They all came in, and I closed and locked the door.

She was on the chair. Her eyes were closed and her neck was cut open, and obviously recently stitched up.

"Grab everything." I said to the group, who quickly ravaged the place. The MRA usually burned their lab's before we could find anything. And, smelling smoke, apparently that's what they were doing here too.

I picked her up and put my foot through the window.

"Was there anyone else?" Rogue asked.

"No." I said, looking out the window. Luckily it was still the first story. I climbed out, being sure not to scrape either me, or her on the broken glass. "Get out of there!" I yelled to the rest of the team, who quickly climbed, one-by-one out of the window.

When we were all about a hundred feet away, the building blew up. And the girl in my arms began to stir.

We ran back to the jet, and all climbed on. I ran to the back, the med room, and lay her onto the table, strapping her down before I yelled "Ready!" to the rest of them.

I quickly washed my hands and got ready to work on her. Jean had been teaching me some medical skills, as I planned on going to med-school after I finished my 'college' at the school. Which would undoubtedly take a lot longer than I had thought it would. That was before the Mutant Massacre Movement, as it was called, began.

I anesthetized her, and then ripped out the hastily done stitches on her neck, and examined what was inside. Obviously she had been right about them wanting to take her vocal chords, but they hadn't gotten very far on it. There was no damage to anything inside, but the skin was cut and peeled back. I pulled out some disinfectants from the table to my left and sprayed them on her neck; pressing on it to make sure that there wasn't too much bleeding. Then I grabbed the suture from the cabinet on the right side of the plane and began to stitch up her neck up in small, precise stitches. Hopefully there wouldn't be much scar tissue.

After I was done, I wrapped her neck around with gauze, and then secured it with an ace bandage.

Then I sat in the chair in the room, waiting for her to wake up.

It was almost fifteen minutes, and I had gotten out some painkillers for her to take when she woke up, because it would obviously hurt.

Her eyes opened, and she tried to sit up. She made a frustrated sound in her throat, as I walked over to see her.

"Where am I?" She asked painfully, hearing my footsteps on the hard metal floor.

"You're safe." I said. "You're with me."

She tried to reach out her hand, and I came over to her and grasped it. I stroked her face. "Does it hurt much?" I asked her.

"Yes." She said. "I feel like my neck is on fire."

"Here." I said, handing her the painkillers and a glass of water as I unstrapped the top half of her body. She put the pills on her tongue, and then gulped down the water as if she hadn't drunk anything in days.

She looked at me then, really looked at me. "I'm so glad I finally get to see you." She said.

"Me too." I said.

She lifted her arms to wrap around me, and I pulled her to me, and we just held each other. "I can't believe I'm really here." She said.

"Me either." I said. After a few minutes, I said: "Do you feel up to standing?"

"Sure." She said. I unstrapped her legs and wrapped my arm around her waist so as to support her in case she was ready to fall. Then we walked over to the one seat in the med-room and I sat down, pulling her onto my lap.

"What's your name?" She asked me suddenly.

"Bobby." I said.

"I'm Syren." She said.

"Syren." I said, pressing my lips to her neck. "I'm glad to meet you."

"I'm glad to meet you too Bobby." She said, turning her head to kiss me lightly.

"Bobby!" Someone yelled from the cockpit, and we pulled guiltily appart. "We're landing now."

"Okay!" I yelled back, pulling the seatbelt over us both. "I want to tell you something." I said softly.

"What?" She asked.

"I love you." I said, slowly breathing in and out. Praying that she knew already.

"I love you too." She said. "I love you too." She sighed. "That's a load off my back."

"Mine too." I said.

There was a jolt as the jet set down, and I unbuckled the seatbelt and she stood up, then I stood up.

I grabbed onto her hand, and we walked out of the back room of the jet. "I need to take you to the med lab." I said to her.

"Why?" She said.

"I stitched you up." I said. "And I'm not a doctor."

She ran her hand over her neck. "I think you did good." She said.

"Thank you." I said, gleaming.

Outside of the jet door, Logan, Rogue, Jubilee and Scott were standing.

"Hi." She said weakly to them. "I'm Syren."

Rogue walked up to her first, and wrapped her arms around her shoulders. "Welcome to the Xavier institute." She said.

"Thank you." Syren said, pulling her hand away from mine and returning the hug.

"You better be good to Bobby." Rogue said.

"I will." She said, letting go.

Next was Logan, who shook her hand and gruffly said welcome, before walking towards Rogue and reaching out for her hand as they walked away.

There was definitely something there.

Scott came up and gave her a warm hug before walking to the med lab.

"Chica," Jubilee said. "Welcome to the X institute."

"Thank you." She said.

"Chica, you're welcome." She paused. "But you had better be good to my Bobby, otherwise I'll rip your heart out."

She kissed my cheek. "She's cute." She whispered to me as she pulled me into a hug. "I hope you'll be happy with her."

"I will." I said, and then Jubilee walked away. I pulled Syren into the lab.

"Jean!" I called. I looked around, and saw her pushed up against the wall behind Scott. Missions always gave the X-men an incredible rush, which most of them worked off by jumping in bed.

"Bobby." She said, pulling away from Scott. "And who's this?"

"Syren." I said. "Syren, this is Jean." They shook hands. . "I want you to check my stitches on her neck. ."

"Bobby," She said, "You're perfectly capable of doing it. I hardly need to check." I looked at her, pleading with my eyes. She consented, and then unwrapped the bandage around her neck. Then she pulled the gauze off, and then looked at the stitches. "You did beautifully. She's going to be fine."

"Thank you Jean." I said. "I'll let you get back to what you were doing." She blushed and smoothed the wrinkles in her shirt out.

We walked out of the room. "Do you want to go to my room?" I asked her.

"Yeah." She said.

I walked along the hallways, my hand in hers, and eventually she stopped, we were next to a door. "Can I?" She said, back to the wall, pulling me to her.

I didn't know what she was asking to do, but I nodded. She pulled me in even closer and delicately fastened her lips to mine, and softly sucked. God, it felt good, like silk sliding across my skin, but even better. I tried to respond, but my body seemed to be stuck in shock, then I molded my mouth to hers and softly brushed my tongue against her lips, she opened them, sighing, I didn't know what to do, I slid my tongue between her lips as she did the same.

God it tasted good, like wild strawberries and mint leaves. I sipped at her like a sweet drink, she did the same to me. It was so good that I hardly knew what to do. I slid my hands up and down her arms, trying to concentrate on the sensations of just her lips against mine, her tongue, her taste. I was failing, miserably. Her body against mine was too much, I leant harder against her, against the wall, and tried to just get a hold of myself. It was impossible, I was still fastened to her by my mouth.

The kiss quickly ended, too quickly.

It was a good thing she was leaning against the wall, for her body went limp, and her head lolled back, and to the side, and then onto my shoulder. "Oh God." She said. "That was wonderful."

"Yes." I said. "More than wonderful. Better than anything I've ever done before."

"Yeah." She said. "Even better than that one time, when I…"

"Really?" I asked her.

"Really." She said.

"Then I wonder what it'll be like in real life."

She looked coy, and then smiled at me as she said: "Wanna find out?"

"Yes." I said. "Desperately."

"Then let's go." She said. "You promised that you would."

I grabbed onto her hand and we half ran to my bedroom, the both of us laughing happily because this was about to happen.

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