XXXXXX

The next morning when Hank and Carol walked into the infirmary telling John they needed an answer now to whether or not he was going to take the cure for the virus, John didn't hesitate in telling them that he wanted to take it, even if there was a small chance it could cure him completely.

Now, for some reason he wasn't scared about the possibility of just being John Allerdyce, a normal human being.

After Hank injected him with the cure, it took a few minutes for it to take effect. After about an hour, they took another sample of his blood and gave him the news.

The virus was gone…and he was still a mutant.

The feeling was so overwhelming that John needed to go someplace to be alone. He went all the way up to the roof, the spot he always went to be by himself. As soon as he got up there he looked instinctively to the left to see the Professor sitting up here, as if he was waiting for John the whole time.

"What are you doing up here?" John snapped.

"John, I just want to talk to you." Xavier responded.

"Save it."

"You aren't the first student I've lost." Xavier continued. "Whenever I lose a student, I always think to myself, did I choose them poorly? Did I fail in some way to prepare them? Or did I simply fall short of the fearless leader they hoped for? In your case, I don't think I helped you as much as I could have."

"I don't need help."

"Do you really think that Erik's way is the answer? To threaten the lives of innocent people because you're angry and afraid?"

"And what you're doing is any better? Make nice with humans while they make plans to kill all of us like Stryker?"

"John, we're all flawed. William Stryker was no more evil for doing what he did to mutants than Erik was for trying to do the same thing to humans. Not every human is like Stryker."

"Are you sure about that?" John scoffed. "Logan got shot in the head at Boston after he tried talking to those damn cops, and I sure as hell wasn't going to let them do that to me."

"So instead, you're going to attack everyone that may potentially stand in your way?" Xavier asked.

"I'm not going to—" John stammered. "Damn it, you're putting words in my mouth!"

"I see."

"So...aren't you going to turn me in?"

"For what?"

"You know...for what I did at Boston. For helping Magneto break those mutants out of Alcatraz? Or how about burning down a bar, you must have heard about that one on the news. Take your pick."

Xavier nodded.

"Usually, it'd be my obligation to make sure someone who's committed such acts to be punished by the fullest extent of the law. But I have a deal for you, John. Remain here, you don't have to continue being a student if you don't wish, but while you remain here, you'll have therapy sessions with Dr. McCoy."

"Therapy sessions?"

"Yes. I think you might find it very easy talking to him."

XXXXXX

That was several days ago now. John slowly opened his eyes as he woke up in the room he was given and realized today would be the first day of therapy with McCoy. It sucked, but it beat going to jail. He rolled over to see Remy staring at him with a smirk on his face.

"Good morning, sweet thing." Remy grinned.

John rolled his eyes as he sat up and threw his legs over the bed.

"They couldn't have given us a room with seperate beds." He muttered to himself.

"This was all they had."

The Professor had given him and Remy a room on the third floor where the rest of the X-Men had rooms, so it was bigger than the room he use to share with Bobby. The only bad thing about it was that he had to share a bed with Remy.

"Hey, do you want to do something tonight?" John asked. "Until I've completed all my sessions I'll only be allowed to go out on weekends."

"Sorry, I can't. I've got a date tonight with Rogue."

John slowly looked up.

"Rogue?"

"Yeah."

"You're going out with Rogue?"

"What, did I stutter?"

John looked back down at the floor and started shaking his head.

"No..." He muttered quietly to himself.

This couldn't be happening to him again. Not again.

"Why are you going out with her for?" John asked while getting to his feet.

"Because I saved her life and she owes me one." Remy answered. "Plus, she's kinda cute."

"So what? You know she can't fucking touch anyone right?"

Remy's brows furrowed at John's sudden anger.

"What's with you?"

"Of all the girls here, you had to pick her?"

"I thought the two of you were friends, once."

"Yeah, people make stupid mistakes all the time."

"Like joining a murdering league of a mutant elitist?" Remy responded.

"Hey fuck you, you good for nothing retarded thief of a Cajun!"

"Okay, mon ami." Remy almost laughed. "Why don't you try to calm down?"

He then turned around to head for the door but by this time, John was in a full blown rage.

"Don't you turn your back on me!"

John lunged forward and grabbed the back of Remy's shirt, spinning him around and punched him in the face. Remy stumbled backwards and hit the door, before he could comprehend what was going on, John came at him again.

He quickly got an arm up to block John's next shot and got his own fist up, connecting with John's jaw. However, that didn't even slow him down as John continued lashing out at Remy with his fists, not caring where he connected, just as long as they hit something.

Finally, Remy regained his wits long enough to tackle John to the ground. He quickly wrapped his arm around his throat and held him in a firm chokehold.

"Are you done?" Remy asked.

John propelled his elbow straight into Remy's midsection, causing the wind to be knocked out of him and forcing Remy to release him.

The two of them go back up to their feet.

"I guess I'm not." John snarled, circling Remy.

Remy quickly lashed out with a foot, catching John in the ribs. John staggered back, but quickly regained his ground. He swung, his fist catching Remy in the mouth, splitting his lower lip.

Remy lunged at John, tackling him again. The two rolled around on the floor, cursing and hitting each other until Remy raised both knees, balancing John on them to send him head over heels.

John was back up in no time, landing a blow to Remy's chest. Remy came back with a punch right below the eye before they both collapsed to the ground in exhaustion.

Panting on the ground, Remy looked over at the other boy laying next to him.

"What the hell was that about?"