This is my second X-Men fic. If you like this story, please read my other X- Men story, The Mutation. Please R&R, cause reviews keep me going!

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It was going to be one hell of a battle. The Brotherhood-Magneto's army- goes head to head with the X-Men-Xavier's army. Bobby, or Iceman, was feeling nervous because that meant that he would have to face off with his ex-best friend, John, or Pyro. Bobby was sure that having the two best friends fighting to the death would be extremely amusing to Magneto with that sick mind of his. Bobby would never forget that he had nearly killed Rogue.

And there he was. Standing right beside Magneto, clicking his lighter just like he used to. Just thinking about that made Bobby's heart pang. Just then he noticed Rogue shivering beside him. Oops. Bobby forgot that he was dropping the temperature around him. He lay off a bit and Rogue stopped shivering. She gave him a warm nervous smile.

"Erik, there is still a chance for us to stop this madness!" Xavier tried to talk Magneto out of this battle of destiny.

Magneto shook his head. "Sorry Charles, but you and your X-Men are meddling too much. With you always interfering, how will I get anything done?"

"When we are gone, who will get you out of those messes you constantly get yourself in?" Xavier retorted with a slight smile. Bobby thought Xavier smiling strange: it was right before an all-out war between mutants.

"I'm sorry old friend . . . but this must end now." Magneto snapped his fingers three times.

Xavier shook his head. "I'm sorry Erik, but I cannot allow you to hurt my students and the X-Men." Suddenly, Xavier sent out a wave of hurtful telekinetic energy, which affected all of the Brotherhood, including Pyro. Bobby winced when he saw his former friend cringing on the ground. Only Magneto stood his ground, unaffected because of that helmet of his.

Magneto put his hand out and sent everyone who had metal on their body backwards and hit the wall with a crack. Rogue let out a gasp as Wolverine (poor Logan) was got most of the brunt because of the metal in his body. There wasn't that many. The Professor was in his plastic wheelchair.

"All of you, you know what to do!" Magneto roared. Those of the brotherhood who could get up focused their power into one. Magneto's magnetic fields topped it off. Fire, earth, magnetic, and a bunch of other elements all collided and were headed towards the X-Men's way.

"X-Men, be ready for anything!" Xavier shouted. Rogue was touching Bobby's hand lightly, enough to absorb some of his power, but not so much that Bobby'll lose too much. Rogue focused on sheets of ice, and Bobby sent out icicles. Thunder and rainwater joined the ice, beams of red light and energy mixed its way in, and Professor Xavier focused it all to meet the Brotherhood's attack. There was a loud BOOM and everything seemed to fall apart. Bobby grasped Rogue's hand, he felt them being flown in the air, and then all he knew was darkness . . .

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John groaned as he picked himself up painfully from the ground. He let out a curse when he felt a pain in his arm. It hurt so much, and it was broken. He couldn't move it. He hugged his arm and let himself rest against a concrete wall. Only then did he realize that he wasn't where he was supposed to be.

This was a street alley. The X-Men and the Brotherhood were fighting out in the countryside, sort of. John didn't like the looks of this. He especially didn't like who he saw lying on the floor near him.

John scowled as he saw the figures of his former friends Bobby and Rogue (or Marie if your daring) with their fingers interlocked. He noticed that they were pretty scraped up too.

"Of all the people in the world, why'd I get stuck with you two?" John whispered to the unconscious couple, feeling a guilty knot in his stomach.

Just to be in character, John lightly kicked Bobby in the back, just enough to wake him up. He wanted to leave and fix this stupid broken arm, but he didn't have the heart to leave them lying there. He may need their help getting anywhere, anyways.

Bobby looked up groggily and looked around. His facial expression was surprised, but then when he saw who was kneeling next to him, face screwed up in pain, Bobby frowned and did not look all that welcoming.

"Where the hell did you take us?" Bobby demanded. He quickly gripped John's bad arm to stop him from getting away.

"Ahh! Let go of me!" John wrenched his broken arm away from Bobby's grasp. "Ow! How should I know? I just woke up and am just as confused as you, okay?"

Bobby looked surprised at John's wince, and then noticed his arm. His icy blue eyes were concerned now.

"What's wrong with your arm?" he asked.

"Nothing." John mumbled.

"We have to get you to a hospital and find the Professor." Bobby announced. He shook the girl lying beside him gently. "Rogue! Marie! Wake up!"

"What Bobby? It's Sunday, no class . . ." Rogue murmured from a dream. "You're a good kisser . . ."

Bobby blushed and John repressed a snigger.

"Rogue, we have to go!" Bobby urged again, this time shaking her rougher.

John had one part of his mind thinking, "Hey Bobby, can I put some fire in her hair and THEN she'll wake up?"

Rogue finally reluctantly got up, rubbing her eyes with her leather gloves. She looked around skeptically at her surroundings.

"Where the heck are we?" she asked.

"I don't know, but we've gotta move!" Bobby said.

"Why is John-?" Rogue started to ask, staring at John with hurt eyes.

"Forget it, I don't think he knows anything either. His arm's broken." Bobby whispered softly in Rogue's hair.

"What are you two whispering about? If it's about leaving me here, then go! Go!" John said crossly.

"We're not leaving you. Get up." Rogue said soothingly. Together, they helped John off the floor. Afterwards, he shook them off, mumbling about not needing anyone's help. All of a sudden, a man dressed in a police uniform caught John by his arm (good arm) and asked him, "What are you doing here? Where are your parents?"

John's eyes seemed to light on fire. "I have no parents. Lay off!" The officer was apparently smoking, and his cigarette was still lit. John took the heat from the cigarette and made a fireball.

"This has been a REALLY lousy day, so I suggest you back off." John threatened. "And don't ever ask me where my parents are again." As a warning, he watched as the officer did a little jig while trying to avoid small fireballs thrown at his feet.

"MUTANT! MUTANT! MUTA-" The officer roared.

Bobby put a small sheet of ice on the officer's mouth before he could finish the third word. "Now you've done it John! Run!"

The trio ran as fast as they can, but then a strong pair of hands caught Rogue by the hair.

"Come 'ere, ya filthy little mutant!" Rogue's captor growled. He had a badge on that read, "Mutant Police" on it.

"Let go of her!" Bobby froze the man's hands, and Rogue was able to squeeze out. But then, the three of them started coughing, and their eyes started stinging, because the police were using tear gas. The last thing Rogue saw before she fell unconscious was a puff of blue smoke, and a blue tattooed arm wrapped itself around her and . . .

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Her head was swimming. Rogue was slowly gaining consciousness, and she noticed that there were two slightly blurry figures on each side of her. As her vision returned to her, she realized that the two figures were Bobby and John.

Rogue heard voices outside the door.

"-now I know this may come as a shock . . . but don't panic, we don't want to scare them."

The door creaked open, and four people walked in. Most of them were probably in their mid forties or early fifties.

Except for one.

She looked like she was in her mid thirties, and she had a couple of bruises and scrapes on her face, but she was still very pretty. This girl seemed very familiar to Rogue, but she would not have recognized this girl for who she was if it weren't for the two white streaks in her red-brown hair that she was pushing back with her black leather gloves . . .

TO BE CONTINUED . . .

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