A/N: I know I know, Ive been away.... Ive discovered that being social leads to getting drunk, so hey. Life was good for a while. Now I'm back. Ha ha ha.

Id just like to state, that while this plot, and everything in it does belong to me, with the exception of the stuff Stan Lee owns, but the Chapter itself is SickmindedSucker's. See the reader responses for this to make sense.... lol. I LOVE being Random. From now on, the best reviewer can have a chapter. I get so lonely, having them all to myself. Plus, Sharing is GOOD. Sometimes.

Disclaimer: I found a FAN FICTION site.... If I owned it, I wouldn't be a FAN. Id be an OWNER. And Id be on OWNERFICTION. Heh. Ownerfiction.... I like that.... lol. Sorry its taken so long!

~*~*~ Update ~*~*~

"Yes luv.... we've been over this...."

"We, like, totally have! I'm, like, NOT LOVE! I'm Kitty!"

"Yes...." She paused, struggling to find another word. "Dear." She finished.

"That's better, but I'm like, not an animal."

"I GIVE UP!" Betsy screamed. "I CANT BLOODY DO THIS ANYMORE LUV! THIS IS TOO HARD WORK!"

As Betsy walked off, towards the rapidly approaching figure of Warren, Kitty shrugged.

"Wonder whats like, bugging her...." She paused, then smiled. "I should, like, make some muffins, and cookies, and everyone will, like, feel better!" Humming, she skipped off to the kitchen.

~*~*~

"Johnny..... Did ya set th' Kitchen on fire Sugah?"

"Kit's cookin' Mate, Not me this time!" He laughed back, watching Kitty trying to put out the flames without breaking a nail. "Aww, C'mon now Petey! That wan't very nice.... Was lovin' the pretty winnin...." He complained as Piotr draped a dishcloth over the burning pan, putting out the flames effortlessly.

"I wasn't, like, winning.... But thanks Piotr, you're, like, my hero!"

"Wan't talkin' bout you Sheilah." John muttered as he walked off. "Pretty fire.... not pretty kitty...."

"Pretty-Kitty...." Lance repeated as Pyro walked past him, clicking his lighter and mumbling it. A smile formed on his face as he headed towards the kitchen. "Hey, Pretty-Kitty!" The sound of giggling could be heard throughout the mansion as Kitty went redder than Jean's hair.

~*~*~

When John and Piotr got back to the base, John hesitated at the door.

"Something wrong?"

"I.... I dun know if I wanna do this Mate.... I mean.... I cant bury Lore.... Seems cruel.... She might wake up...." He glanced at his team-mate hopefully, the look falling from his eyes when he realised that there really was no other way. "Its gotta be fire." He finished softly. "Its gotta be. She'd want it. I know she would." After a moments hesitation with his handle on the doorknob, he turned away from his room. "I cant stay here Mate. I'm off for a walk."

~*~*~

Remy stroked the side of Rogues face gently.

"Remy tol' y' dat much better t'ing went b'low d' belt Chere." He smirked, ignoring the pathetic girly-slap she gave his chest. "What Remy do t' deserve dat?"

"Ya ah filtheh Cajun." She commented lazily, drawing circles on his bare chest with her fingernail. "Ya know that if Wolvie found out...."

"Merde.... He rip dis Cajun t' pieces Chere.... Y' protect Remy non?"

"Nope!" She grinned happily, jumping up off the bed, out of his reach, the sheets held around her chest, leaving him fully exposed. He raised his eyebrow.

"Chere.... Rogue...." She giggled slightly and didn't move towards him, but farther away. Remy frowned slightly, not getting up. "What y' doin' Chere?" She responded by backing up even more, bumping into the dresser and smiling even more. "Chere?"

She pulled the camera out from behind her back and took a quick snap of him like that before he could react.

"Blackmail Cajun...." She winked, showing she was joking, before laughing as he jumped up and went for the camera. Opening the drawer, she dropped it in. Remy got a glance of which one it was. Her underwear drawer.

"Y' t'ink Remy not dare t; go in dere hehn?"

"I know ya wont Cajun. Ya stay outtah mah underwear, or else!"

"Or else what Chere?"

"Or Else Ah will..... Uhh.... Ah'll...." An evil smile crossed her face. "Or else.... No sex."  As Remy's jaw dropped in shock, she grabbed the camera again and took another picture. "Got ya Cajun!" She laughed, running to the other side of the room, camera forgotten.

"Y' couldn'.... y' wouldn' b' DAT mean t' dis poor ol' Cajun?"

"Oh wouldn't Ah?" She laughed, moving as he came for her again, his thief reflexes letting him catch her easily and hold her tight to his chest.

"Je t'aime Rogue...."

"Ah love ya too Cajun...." as she was speaking, she moved a hand behind her, and down the middle of his chest, stopping at the bottom of his ribcage, and taking the opportunity to duck out of his grasp and run.

~*~*~

Without thinking, John just walked, and wasn't too surprised when he ended up at the scene of his Love's death. As he sat down, next to where she had been lain, he watched the spot, thinking.

"Surely, must 'ave a tad o' psychic in me...." He mumbled aloud, not caring if anyone else could hear. "Made 'er promise.... Not that it did much good like, but I made 'er. I knew? No.... Didn't know.... wouldn't o' let 'er go if I knew.... locked 'er up safe with me." He sighed. "Miss yo' Lore.... an' it 'urts.... in 'ere...." He tapped his chest, steadfast in his belief that she could see, and hear him. "Ain't never gonna be anyone else Luv.... Wasn't supposed ta be like this y'see.... Was s'posed ta be me an yo' forever Lore. Us 'gainst the world...." He clicked his lighter and created a fire-Lore, full size, and made her walk across the clearing twice, while he perfected her. Then, she turned to him, walking over towards him and dropping to her knees, so they were face-to-face. He smiled sadly at her as she started to flicker, and go out, but had her perform one last action before she went. For the first time, one of his creations touched him. The fire-Lauren reached out her hand and laid it on his cheek, silently speaking words that he could not hear, but knew so well. Those words that he would never say to another being, because they belonged to her.

St John Allerdyce looked towards the sky, and closed his eyes briefly, before looking at where Lore had laid again.

"I aint never gonna love anyone else Sheilah...." He smiled a little at the half-joke. "M' heart's yours, F'rever."

~*~*~ Later that Night.... ~*~*~

"Piotr!?!" Remy looked around the house for his team-mate. He'd already looked everywhere for the other one. "Piotr! Y' here?"

"Yes, Remy. I am here." The Russian spoke from behind him, making Remy jump.

"Good. Where b' de damn Pyromaniac?" He raised his eyebrow slightly.

"In his room.... Is he not?" Piotr looked slightly confused. Surely Remy would have already checked there?

"Non, He aint. Gone."

"Oh."

"OH? Dat all y' can say? He could b' anywhere!"

"I know that."

"So where de 'ell is 'e?" Remy was almost shouting in his worry for his friend.

"Right 'ere Mates. I'm 'ere." Remy breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at his Orange-haired team-mate and friend.

"Y' don' look s' good ami."

"I'm John mate...."

"Good to have you home St. John." The Russian bowed his head slightly in greeting, before retreating to his room.

"Thanks." He sighed, standing still as Remy studied him closely.

"Y' okay?"

"Yes." He answered, a little too quickly for Remy's liking. Eventually, he nodded.

"Go t' bed John. We'll talk t'morro'." St John nodded and left, heading, once again, for Lauren's room rather than his own. It was easier to sleep surrounded by reminders of her.

Remy shook his head. There was something seriously wrong with that boy. He was acting like a normal person.... Not a crazy, fire-obsessed, lighter-weilding, pyromaniac. Remy hadn't seen him click it once. As much as the break from John's insanity was refreshing, It was missed, and worst of all.... Remy couldn't help but feel a little responsible for St Johns loss. The loss of his love, and the loss of a part of him.

~*~*~

A/N: Wohoo! I just love reviews.... Reviews make the world go around.... And I did ask Lauren to do this..... But then she reminded me I killed her a few chappies back.... ah well.... Guess Ill do it then....

ishandahalf – lol, I was surprised too.... I kinda space out when im writing, which explains a whole lot.... I love Kitty-Betsy..... They're just so..... Different.... Ha ha ha..... More soon! I promise! Here.... Brownie-rabbit-cookies for the Mistress of Crack Bunnies....

SickmindedSucker – Gah Valentines Day! ICK! ....St john is MINE! ALL MINE! He he he! Here, have a chapter.... before I eat it.... and don't worry..... I confused myself three times with the explanation, trying to write it out.... Still, it sounds MUCH better in my head than in cyber-space... You have no idea how much ya review made me laugh. I managed to avoid V-Day ALL DAY, so I log on, and what do I get? GRRR! lol.

xmengirlzrule – THANKS! Here, COOKIES!

RavynNyte – No you bloody didn't review the last chapter.... or a fair few actually.... Since Chapter 16!!!!!!!!  So I'm STILL not talking to you. :-p

Okay, I got lonely. Here..... Have cookies.... Stop sulking.... Can I staple your plot bunny to the wall? PLEASE?!?! I haven't done it in Such a long time, and Ive been Oh-so-good! PLEASE?