Rogue was bored out of her mind the next couple of days. The only company
she had was the flirtatious Cajun who was as annoying as a gnat.
But all of that changed the glorious day that John came home, bringing along Rogue's present.
"Here Rogue," he said, handing her a box. She opened it to find a black choker with a silver cross on it. Remy left the apartment, wanting to leave the two alone. Plus he hadn't seen a bar in a few days.
"Wow, Ah was expectin' something not as pretty. Thank ya so much John," she said pulling the choker around her neck and clasping it together.
"Care to test it, luv," he said holding out his bare arm. She cautiously slipped one of her black gloves off and reached for him. She only touched his arm with one finger then slid it down and grabbed his hand.
"Oh my Gawd, it's workin'. This is so awes-" but she never finished her sentence. At that moment, it felt like her life was draining out of her. But John felt it going into him. He felt all of her pain and saw some of her memories. Memories of being alone. Always alone.
He pulled his hand out of her reach, but she fell, almost hitting her head on the ground. But of course John grabbed her before she hit. He picked her up and carried her to the couch and lay her down. He was in a panic. He did the only thing he could think of. He quickly unclasped the necklace and pressed his hand against her cheek. This time, the life flowed out of him into her. She woke up just before John passed out and pulled away from him.
"Why the hell did ya do that John? Ya could've killed yourself," Rogue said, looking and the pyromaniac leaning against the couch on the floor.
"It was worth it to save you," he said. "I'm sorry it didn't work. It only reversed your powers I guess. I should've tested it before giving it to you. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry."
"John shut up. Ya don't have ta be sorry," she said sitting next to him on the floor. "You tried and that's all that matters. You've done more for me than anyone else ever has. Thank ya."
They sat on the floor in silence, her head on his shoulder, just staring into space. Sure, Rogue was disappointed, but she was glad that her pyromaniac was home.
Her pyromaniac? He wasn't hers. He was just John. She kept telling herself that. She kept telling herself that she has to stay away from the flames.
~~~~**** Ok I updated again. I found time and I'm using it just for my loyal fans. Do I still have loyal fans? Did I ever? Does anyone like this story at all? PLEASE LET ME KNOW!!
lonely little goth girl- I don't think that the guys will fight, but you never know. There probably will be a fight of some kind. Maybe. We'll see. Lady Farevay- thanks for the compliment. You rock hardcore for reviewing! DemonRogue13- yay! You still like my story even though it's short! I hope you like this chapter too!
Ok well that's it for now! Suggestions are welcome. And very much wanted!!! Help!!
But all of that changed the glorious day that John came home, bringing along Rogue's present.
"Here Rogue," he said, handing her a box. She opened it to find a black choker with a silver cross on it. Remy left the apartment, wanting to leave the two alone. Plus he hadn't seen a bar in a few days.
"Wow, Ah was expectin' something not as pretty. Thank ya so much John," she said pulling the choker around her neck and clasping it together.
"Care to test it, luv," he said holding out his bare arm. She cautiously slipped one of her black gloves off and reached for him. She only touched his arm with one finger then slid it down and grabbed his hand.
"Oh my Gawd, it's workin'. This is so awes-" but she never finished her sentence. At that moment, it felt like her life was draining out of her. But John felt it going into him. He felt all of her pain and saw some of her memories. Memories of being alone. Always alone.
He pulled his hand out of her reach, but she fell, almost hitting her head on the ground. But of course John grabbed her before she hit. He picked her up and carried her to the couch and lay her down. He was in a panic. He did the only thing he could think of. He quickly unclasped the necklace and pressed his hand against her cheek. This time, the life flowed out of him into her. She woke up just before John passed out and pulled away from him.
"Why the hell did ya do that John? Ya could've killed yourself," Rogue said, looking and the pyromaniac leaning against the couch on the floor.
"It was worth it to save you," he said. "I'm sorry it didn't work. It only reversed your powers I guess. I should've tested it before giving it to you. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry."
"John shut up. Ya don't have ta be sorry," she said sitting next to him on the floor. "You tried and that's all that matters. You've done more for me than anyone else ever has. Thank ya."
They sat on the floor in silence, her head on his shoulder, just staring into space. Sure, Rogue was disappointed, but she was glad that her pyromaniac was home.
Her pyromaniac? He wasn't hers. He was just John. She kept telling herself that. She kept telling herself that she has to stay away from the flames.
~~~~**** Ok I updated again. I found time and I'm using it just for my loyal fans. Do I still have loyal fans? Did I ever? Does anyone like this story at all? PLEASE LET ME KNOW!!
lonely little goth girl- I don't think that the guys will fight, but you never know. There probably will be a fight of some kind. Maybe. We'll see. Lady Farevay- thanks for the compliment. You rock hardcore for reviewing! DemonRogue13- yay! You still like my story even though it's short! I hope you like this chapter too!
Ok well that's it for now! Suggestions are welcome. And very much wanted!!! Help!!