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He's the most handsome I think when he's asleep. He almost looks like a child again, instead of the some what haunted man he has become. No furrowed brows or frown lines taking away from his beautiful features. No at night, when he's lying peacefully next to me all I can see is everything that I love about him.

It's been months since his prison escape, almost a year since Alcatraz. We don't talk about it though; no one does, not anymore at least. Hurts too much I suppose. He still hasn't told me about what happened to him back at that so called prison. But deep down I think that I would rather not know. We're fine just the way we are at the moment, happy at last.

He is happy, my John, for once in his complicated life. Told me he was two days ago at the Bar-B-Q Jubilee pulled together last minute. It was surprisingly fun and I think it did exactly what she wanted it to do. It relaxed us and broke away some of the tension in the stuffy mansion.

I think out of all the days in my life I will remember that one always. I don't know why, just one of those things I will remember. Like when your forty and you can still remember something as trivial as what your mother made you for your first day of school. A stupid memory at best, but one of the best ones.

He had his arm around me as I finished eating my potato chips; he was finishing off his beer. Everyone was chatting and enjoying themselves. Logan was clearly flirting with Ororo and I arched an eyebrow at that realization. I also couldn't help laughing at the fact that Bobby was sitting on the out skirts of a conversation that was going on between Kitty and Pete. John also snorted at my side when I pointed it out.

Then there was Jubilee playing around with the kids all the while flirting with a certain red-eyed Cajun. All in all it was the perfect day, no war to be fought, no children to contain, nothing just a lazy day by the pool eating burgers and potato chips.

"You know," he started out a little hesitantly, "I don't think I have ever been happier."

It was a statement that was clear and all I really could do was smile as I reached up and kissed him lightly.

"I'm glade because you're a lot of work and I would hate it if I went through all that trouble just so you could not be happy," I said teasingly. I will never let him live that down, me having to save his sorry ass.

He just smirked at me returning the kiss with a light pleasure. Comfortable, that's what I felt at that exact moment, completely one hundred percent comfortable. With John at my side and my friends laughing all about me in sheer merriment I don't think I have ever been that happy either.

So now as I watch his sleep form before me I can't help but wonder if this is going to last. If this is what the good life is supposed to be and if I am really supposed to have that type of life.

I take an attentive finger and trace the curves and outlines of his face. He'll have to wake soon; he's got class in about two hours. I'm still surprised every time I see him hunched over his small desk with the lamp light on when I get back to our room after teaching classes. He studies like a mad man, it's like all of his energy and effort he had for mutant superiority he has reverted into becoming something other than one of Magneto's lackeys. It's a nice change if a little unnerving sometimes.

Hank is helping him though, teaching him the basics and making him practice over and over again. Almost like a droid on steroids. I try to spend time with him, in the early morning hours before I go off to teach the new self defense class and he goes off to classes. Then we meet again right before bed, dinner is usually spent at separate times so it's the only time we have.

But where dealing, making it work. I see his sleep filled eyes opening up and I smile gently up at him. He smiles back and yawns, stretching his arms above us, grunting as he did so.

"Morning," he says groggily.

"Morning sugar," our usual routine nothing out of the ordinary just us being us and I love it, revel in it.

"You've got class in two hours," I say while he tries to wake up.

"Damn," he says with a sigh and I just smirk at him.

"Two hours is along time," I try to suggest. We haven't really had any 'us' time in days.

"Yea but I've got to make sure I'm prepped for that chem. Lab I have today. So I thought I go over that again," John says as he makes to get out of bed. I stop him by grabbing his wrist.

"Johnny, you looked over it last night right before bed. I helped remember? So why don't you stay a few extra minutes in bed with your favorite lady?" I tell him hoping he'll catch my drift and curl up next to me, maybe a little foreplay before work. That would be nice, perfect start to my day I'll tell yea.

"I know but I just want to make sure I remember it all," he tells me and I let go defeated and sigh in frustration.

"Whatever John," I mumble out as I roughly throw the covers off my body.

"What? This was your idea remember. Me getting my doctorate so I can become the next Jean Grey while your off becoming the next Scott Summers," he nearly yells at me but I'm tired and very sexually frustrated and in no way in the mood for him blaming me for my attitude.

"We are not them Pyro!" I yell at him through clenched teeth throwing his 'homo-superior' name at him like cold water to the face.

"Not yet at least," he says with a sneered face and I knew this was something that would last all day.

"Not yet, please like Scott would ever rescue his precious Jean from prison! Ha what a laugh. No one is that stupid, no one loves someone that much," I tell him angry coming out more harsh than I intended it to.

"So what are you saying your stupid? That the infamous Rogue spared some of her precious time to save the barely worthy Pryo from his meaningless existence? Huh Rogue is that it!?" John asks me the low yell coming off him in waves.

"No you idiot! I love you enough to do it," I tell him trying not to cry over this stupid argument. It's pointless really.

"I am so glad I am enough for you, next time when I get sent to fucking prison why don't you send me a damn telegram so I can tell you to shove it right up your pale ass!" He screams at me and this time I can't stop the tears that trickle down my face.

"You know what you ungrateful little bastard next time I will let your sorry ass rot in that hell hole! Let them do to you what ever they did, let you be someone's little bitch! Jesus John all I asked for you today was to stay a little longer in bed with me! Why in the hell do you have to be such a fucking prick?" I ask him and I can tell the blanch look he has on his face tells me that I struck a very thin nerve.

"You have no fucking right to say that to me. No fucking right at all, I didn't need your pity Rogue and I sure as hell didn't need your help in fucking rescuing me. So you should really shut the fuck up about it you conceited bitch," He told me and all I could do was look away because I knew he was right. But my anger was getting the better of me.

"Screw you John," I barely make out in a whisper as I stifle a cry and move from my side of the bed towards the door.

"Oh trust me I haven't gotten that in awhile," he says mockingly and I start to sob a little.

"That's all I fucking wanted this morning," I tell him as I move past him reaching for the door that was right behind him.

"Then why didn't you fucking say that?" He asks me as he grabs hold of my arm, stopping me from opening the door and probably causing a scene.

"You didn't let me get that far before you turned me down you asshole!" I said trying to get out of his tight hold on my arm.

"Fuck it Marie," he says dejectedly as he sits on the edge of our unmade bed. He puts his hands on his knees, his face falling into his face. I look at him slightly worried; he rarely goes from one extreme to the other like this.

"John what is it?" I ask most the anger leaving me as I sit on my knees in front of him. Placing my hands on his forearms I stare at him with a tear stained face.

"I'm just…tired," he finally admitted to me and I couldn't help but smile at first from it. But the look on his face told me otherwise. But I waited patiently for him to continue on with whatever it is he was going to tell me.

"I'm…they," John fumbled with his words and I knew where this conversation was turning to.

"They what John?" I asked with an innocence I only used with him these days.

"They um…God Rogue I'm so sorry," he cried out to me, sobbing in his hands at something I didn't know anything about.

"John what are you talking about?" I asked him with urgency, confused by his sudden bipolar out burst.

"I…they only wanted me because I knew," he said cryptically to me and I just furrowed my brows in confusion.

"Knew what John?" I continued to question him; it was starting to agitate me.

"I knew you," he said with down cast eyes at his omission.

"Knew what of me?" I said this time as I stood up away from him.

"They…they knew everything about you, they wanted to know you, where you were, what we've done. My relation to you…," he trailed off at that and I just backed up further.

"What did you say John?" I said like a deer in the headlights look.

"I told them…

A/N: Yepper depper my little pepper's I'm leaving it there so until next time! Lol. I did this because I'm mad that the story "time heals all wounds" the author to that just completely left me hanging. Nail bitter that one. Lol. So here ya go and enjoy!

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