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Bobby spun around in the water. Marie was nowhere to be found. He took a deep breath before diving once again into the cold water.

Meanwhile, Marie was falling, falling into the grasp of the deep, cold water. She tried to push herself up towards the surface, but each time she would propel herself a little closer, she would drift slowly back downwards. Soon, her body became tired and was paralyzed with exhaustion. She felt herself descending into the deep waters and suddenly her head began to spin. She was incapable of processing anything else and her mind fell into a dark abyss.

Then, everything went black.

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His eyes burned as water continued to flow into them. He didn't care though, and he squinted harder to better his sight underwater. Where was Marie? She couldn't be too far. He kept swimming, his eyes darting from left to right in search of any body or movement. He was running out of breath, he knew that, and he knew that he would have to come up for air soon. But still, he kept going. He began to lose clarity in his vision as his lungs felt like they were going to explode. Then, suddenly, he saw her. She was lifelessly floating a few feet in front of him. Quickly, he used all of his remaining strength to propel himself forwards. Grabbing her around her waist, he forced himself to the surface. Once he reached it, he gasped for air. His lungs had expanded as fully as possible and he panted tiredly. His breaths were sharp and quick, and he forced himself to slow down his breathing, taking each gulp of air, one by one.

Pulling himself onto the bank, he gently placed Marie next to him. Her eyes were closed shut and as he leaned his ear close to her nose, he could tell she wasn't breathing. His eyes widened in fright.

"JOHN!" He yelled for his friends, as if they could hear him.

Gaining control of his mind, he went into action. Rolling her onto her side, he leaned her head back to open the airway. Ripping his wet shirt off, he hurriedly rolled it into a ball and placed it under Marie's head as a pillow. It didn't do much to her pale, limp body. Her skin had turned an eerie yellow; the color of death.

Come on Drake…think! Do something!

Thinking of the CPR class he took back in Boston when he was a child, it suddenly all came back to him. His lips met hers, as he began to inhale and exhale air, as he became her lifeline. Breathing five times, he followed with five chest compressions.

1…2…3…4…5! Marie…come on sweetie, breathe!

Repeating the process again, he stopped as he saw his friends running towards him. Still, Marie lay there unresponsive and unmoving. He felt the hot tears begin running down his cold cheeks. Then, right there on the bank, he broke down and began to cry.

"Marie! Don't do this to me! Don't leave me! I need you…and you need me! Oh baby, these years that I have known you have been the best that I've ever had. I need you Marie! You're the reason I wake up in the morning; you're the reason I go to bed at night! Please! Don't leave me!" he took her inert hand in his, bringing it to his cheek. He stroked it gently, before bringing it to his lips and kissing it. Softly, he cried, "I love you Marie."

He turned to look at her face: her beautiful, young, and graceful face. Everything about her was stunning, from her soft lips and smooth cheeks, to her long hair to her caramel eyes. Those eyes got him every time.  

Then, without warning, her eyelids began to flutter. Softly, they opened and he felt his heart flip over as he saw those eyes. She began to cough, and he helped her up to a sitting position. After a few moments of gagging and coughing, she turned to look over at the person who was next to her. She noticed he was in tears.

Shyly, Marie smiled; "Bobby?" and he breathed a sigh of relief, knowing she would be just fine.

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"That was the most embarrassing thing I've ever experienced." Logan ran a hand through his black hair, shooting a glare at Ororo. She just laughed, shrugging her shoulders slightly before retiring to the quiet serenity of her bedroom. Though it wasn't late, she wanted to catch up on her nightly reading, which she had missed lately. Before she closed the door, she heard Scott remind her, "Don't forget to put your comm. alarm on 'Ro. It's Jean's night to keep watch, well not like she needs to. That Bobby's got Marie protected like a diamond ring in a locked bank safe. Just leave it on in case though, we can never be too alert." He laughed before he heard the quiet closing of Ororo's bedroom door. The rest of them were all seated in the staff lounge, reminiscing the embarrassment of having the professor catch them in their wild moment.

Jean turned to look at Scott, who was flipping through a mutant magazine while drinking a glass of lemonade. The sun had begun to set and it created a beautiful backdrop through the window. The orange gleam of the sun shone through the glass and illuminated Scott's face. He was so beautiful. Without warning, Jean leaned over and kissed him gently on the lips. He looked up from his magazine, surprised.

"What was that for?" He smiled, pulling her close to him.

"That was for being you." She touched his cheek with her hand before falling into his arms. It felt so right to be there.

Little did they know, but just a little under a mile away, another couple, Bobby and Marie were also sharing the same gesture