Like A Moth To A Flame

Author's Note: I got hooked to the pairing… I think I may have put all my other stories on hold… ^-^ Hope you guys enjoy it!

…mental speech

"…" normal speech

'…' thought speech

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St. John tiptoed back into Magneto's temporary headquarters and hung his jacket on the rack. He knew that Gambit would have heard him, even if he tried to be discreet. Remy was a thief, and thieves often knew when others were around, it was like an instinct that stuck to you. St. John knew that as well, being alone all his life, foraging for food when he was younger, mastering various skills in order to survive.

The one skill he hadn't mastered was how to make friends. Being alone in the real world didn't give you much time to improve your social skills and get to know the kids in the block. But now that he had one, fate just had to be cruel and make them enemies.

Sighing, St. John went to his room, ignoring the strange looks he was receiving from Remy. St. John belly-flopped onto his bed and closed his eyes.

'Ya just had to be nice, didn't you, luv?' St. John thought, rolling on his back, facing the high ceiling. His thoughts wandered to their meeting in the park.

So far, something seemed to push them together, making them meet in odd circumstances.

'Home' he mused. He hadn't expected a bond to happen between him and the lonely Goth. In fact, St. John hadn't expected to meet her during an off-work day. Now that he had, he couldn't get her mind out of her. Everything he had in his room seemed to remind him of her.

'I can't be fallin' for her, would I?' St. John asked, a heavy feeling in his chest.

He had never cared for anyone before. He had always been looking out for himself, lonely as it may be, it didn't hold him down. He didn't have to worry about his Rogue being captured.

'My Rogue?' St. John sighed and took off his shirt, leaving only his pants on. He walked to his mirror and looked at himself.

He thought of Rogue's smile and was surprised to find himself smiling. He shook his head and leaned on his table.

" You're hopeless, Johnny…"

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" Like, Oh my Gawd! Mr. Logan! Something's wrong with Rogue!"

Rogue ignored the voices that seemed to originate from the light. She just kept rocking on the farthest corner of the room.

She saw a man, not much taller than herself walk towards her. Fear and confusion filled her mind. She didn't know who it was. She shut her eyes and felt tears stream once again down her face.

" Holy… Stripes, I'm so sorry…"

'Stripes?… I know… him…'

Rogue felt herself being carried, but she still refused to open her eyes. She heard sobbing in the background, but it could just be her own cries.

Rogue

Another chill ran down her spine. Anger. Recognition shot in Rogue's brain and she opened her eyes to find herself in the Medical Lab on a bed. She saw concern in the eyes of those around her.

Rogue, are you alright?

" Fuck off."

Rogue surprised herself with the coldness in her voice.

" Rogue, like, we're so sorry! We just like, wanted to keep you safe from the Acolytes!" Kitty cried.

Rogue sat up, the voices in her head screaming, more angered as she finally recognized the people around her.

" Y'all lock me up and ya think Ah'll just forgive ya?" Rogue asked, the chill in her voice still present.

Her own brother had betrayed her. Kurt hung his head in shame.

" I am zo zorry, mein shwester… Keety and I saw you in ze park vith zat flame-boy and ve told Scott… Ve didn't know zat you vould react so voilently…"

Rogue took a deep breath and closed her eyes. 'Gawd… if only you were here Johnny…' Rogue realized that she had just given Pyro- her enemy a nickname…

Rogue, who's Johnny?

Rogue glared at Jean who cowered in her gaze. Scott frowned, but kept silent.

" We really are sorry, Rogue… we were only concerned for you," Scott said honestly.

" Ah can take care o' mahself…" Rogue stated. " Ah just want ta go… can Ah leave?"

Xavier nodded. " You have school today though, I suggest you bathe and get dressed."

Rogue didn't respond, but stood and started walking to her 'room'. Keeping the door wide open, she took her towel and her clothes.

Reaching the bathroom, She closed the door behind her and slid to the floor. She bit her bottom lip and took out her razor. She contemplated whether or not to start cutting again. She had stopped when she left the Brotherhood, finally feeling some emotion- anger.

Now, she felt dull once more. Like she had nothing left to live for… then someone flashed in her mind; a certain red-haired pyromaniac.

Her razor fell from her hand with a small, clinking sound. She sighed and reminded herself to thank St. John when she saw him.

She turned the knob closed her eyes, letting the warm water run down her body, sliding down her alabaster skin.

'Thank you, sugah… ya saved mah life today…'

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Author's Note: Okay, that was a bit OOC, but be sure to know… it'll get a bit more darker and angsty come the next chapters. Longer next chapter too!