Faith, trust and pixie dust

Pyro walked slowly out of the room. He was still a little tired having been up late last night. He shook his head and headed slowly to the kitchen. He had a bad feeling in his stomach. After hearing Rogue talk about her dying made him even more terrified. He had thought nothing could scare him but he realized his greatest fear was that soon he might actually lose the one person who he not only loved but she loved him too. He sighed and collided head first with what felt like a brick wall. Giving his head a rub he looked up. He glared as Bobby smirked at him.

'Yeah, so you finally caught me off guard.' muttered Pyro.

'Bout time.'

'Ha, ha ha. Not funny. Have you seen Rogue?'

'I was just about to ask you the same thing.'

'Excuse me?'

'Don't get all offended Pyro. She is my friend still.'

'Hmph...'

'Hey firefly, popsicle.'

Pyro rolled his eyes. What now? He and Bobby turned to see Wolverine coming out of the kitchen.

'Yeah?' they asked.

'You seen Marie?' growled Logan.

'Nope.' they answered.

Wolverine glared at them. The atmosphere was tense until a young brunette boy bobbed past.

'Hey Jones,' called Bobby, 'You seen Rogue?'

'Music room.'

The three men nodded and headed off in that direction. Pyro wondered what she was doing there. He sighed knowing asking her would probably cause her to bite his head off. They came to the door of the room and could hear the faint tinkling of a piano. They stepped in the room Pyro opened his mouth to get the first word in but stopped as she started to sing. It was beautiful, her voice was an enchanting harmony that seemed to make him feel weak at the knees.

I am not a child now.
I can take care of myself.
I mustn't let them down now-
Mustn't let them see me cry.
I'm fine.
I'm fine.

He smiled and sat at the back so that she didn't notice him.

I'm to tired to listen.
I'm too old to believe:
All these childish stories.
There is no such thing as faith,
And trust,
And pixie dust.

What the fuck? Thought Pyro. She was singing a peter pan song. Well that's new. He smiled knowing her reason. Rogue didn't want time to keep going..

I try,
But its to hard to believe.
I try,
But I can't see what you see.
I try.
I try.
I try.


My whole world is changing,
I don't know where to turn.
I can't leave you waiting,
But I cant stay and watch the sitting burn;
Watch it burn.


'Cause I try,
But its so hard to believe!
I try,
But I can't see where you see.
I try.
I try.

I try and try,
To understand,
The distance in between:
The love I feel,
The things I fear,
I dearly say good dream.

I can finally see it.

Now I have to believe:
All those precious stories.
All the world is made of faith,
And trust,
And pixie dust.
So I'll try,
'Cause I finally believe!
I'll try,
'Cause I see where you see!
I'll try.
I'll try!
I'll try!
I'll try-
To fly.

She stopped and let out a deep breath. He wanted to say something but decided being sappy in front of Drake would not happen. Logan seemed to think along the same lines. He went over to her and lightly put a hand on her shoulder. She looked up and smiled. He leaned down and whispered in her ear. Pyro wished he had super-sensitive hearing but once again he was forced to guess. The conversation, if you could call it that, broke apart an Logan kissed her cheek before going away. Pyro shot Bobby a glare. Bobby took the hint and cleared his throat.

'Rogue, Hank called. He's coming back with yesterday's test tonight.'

'Oh thanks Bobby.'

'No problem.'

Bobby squeezed her shoulder and walked out. Pyro stood up and sat next to her. Her fingers hovered over the piano. He looked over and saw that she had her hair in front of her face. He moved her hair back. Her eyes held tears and she bit her lip to keep them back. He put his arms around her and pulled her close to him. She put her head on his chest. He leaned over so that his lips were by her ear.

'You don't have to so strong.'

'Yes I do.'

'Just this once, let go. I know you're strong, that's why I love you. But,' he titled her chin so that eyes met, 'you don't have to hold back in front of me.'

She started to shake and wrapped her arms tighter around him. He stroked her hair slowly, murmuring words of comfort. They stayed like that for awhile. It felt like it used too. Just the two of them, alone. He slowly took her hand. It was cold.

'You okay? Your hands are freezing.'

'That's why I'm so worried. Bobby's power shouldn't be coming so soon. What if it's happening faster? John, I can't...'

He pressed his lips against hers to cut her short. She wrapped her arms around him and he tightened his grip around her waist. Her cold tears tickled his face. He held her as tight as he could, willing his body heat to radiate on her.

'Come on we have to see Hank.'

He pulled her up and put an arm around her waist. She lay her head on his chest and they walked towards the infirmary.

-xXx-

Rogue still felt a little cold as she sat in the infirmary. She also felt sick. She sat on the bed, her head leaned against Pyro. He was emitting such a high body temperature she couldn't stop snuggling against him. He smiled and kissed her forehead.

'I love you.' he whispered.

'Love you too.'

The door opened and Hank entered with a clip board. She started to feel anxious. Her days could be numbered. Be strong for him, she thought to herself. She sat up, determination spreading inside her.

'What's the problem Hank? I'm still okay right?'

'Actually that's what I want to ask. Are you okay?'

'I'm a little cold and nauseous.'

'Thought so.'

'What!' growled Pyro.

'Calm down John. I have good news.'

'Well?'

'Rogue, you're pregnant.'

Her heart stopped. A baby. She was having a baby. She stared at Hank in wonder.

'Congratulations you two. You'll make wonderful parents.'

Was this possible? Yes, Hank had always told her she'd have at least two years. Two years. It seemed short, cruel. But even if it hurt knowing she wouldn't see her child grow fully she at least knew that Pyro would be there. She blinked and noticed Hank had left. John stood and moved toward the end of the room. Suddenly she felt a panic. Did he want her now? He wasn't the parent type. This could ruin everything.

'John, you...'shit, now she was crying,'...you don't have to...I mean I understand, I just...I really want a baby before...'

'Marry me.'

'Huh?'

He hurried over to her and put his arms around her waist. He touched his forehead to her shoulder blade, turning his head so that his lips brushed against her ear.

'Marie, marry me.'

She smiled and put her arms around him bringing him closer to her.

'Yes.'

-xXx-