A/N: I am soooooooooo sorry I haven't updated in so long!! *crying* I got a new SIMS game and its fun.... *trailes off* yeah. Well. Here ya go! Disclaimer: Yeah. Don't own. Marvel and WB Kids own. BooHoo. Pyro leaned against the cool metal of the wall, teetering between consciousnesses. He had to stay awake; Remy was out there. What if something happened? The only good thought he had was Amara. His Fire Goddess. He smiled in thought of her. Then suddenly he heard a small chirping noise. He looked around, trying to find the source of the distraction. Pyro found it on...himself. "What the-"

The small chirping noise stopped and a voice entered his ear. "John?" He shook his head. He must be imaging things. "John can you hear me?" It came again. "God?" He asked stunned. "No moron it's Amara!" "'Mara!?" He yelped, looking around quickly. "Where are you?" "In your head." "Well ya, you know that darlin'..." "No no! I mean there's a small device under you're right ear. That's how I'm talking to you." "Oh. Well ok. Are you close?" "Sorta." "Did you bring help?" Pause. "Amara?" He asked quietly to make sure no one was listening. "Yeah. Yeah, I brought help." She finally replied. He sighed and then smiled. "Good. Just hurry sweetheart." "I will." **** Remy hung over the metal spikes, willing the rope not to break. He tried humming to himself, and counting to 1000, but he always forgot where he left off and had to start all over again. He suddenly heard a noise. A faint crack of leaves. He tried to turn around to see what was approaching. The tree obscured his vision and the snow continued to fall on his eyelashes, making it very hard to see. "Who's dar?" He ventured. "Shut up cajun!" He heard. The voice of an angel. "Tank goodness you here chere'. Remy gettin' rope burn." Rogue put her hands on her hips at the bottom of the tree. "I'm comin'. We just gotta make sure you don't fall and end up like a pincushion." Remy faked a laugh. Oh joy. The Calvary. ***

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