A/N: Hey! Well, I hope you all liked that chapter. Didn't get alot of reviews, but I've been gone awhile, what can I expect. enjoy!

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Pyro worked his powers as long as he could before he nearly collapsed.

The metal was bent akwardly, manipulated by the ferious heat. Taking a piece of small metal that Magneto had discarded in his cell, he pushed it

firmly against the melting steel. It broke after a firm push. Now all he could do is hope that he could do that to the four other bars there.

"Gonna be along night 'onight Johnny boy."

Rogue held the cup, careful not to spill any of the hot liquid on her hands.

She hesitated at his door. Wondering if this was a good idea. Before she could decide the door was suddenly flung open and she was met with

Remy's own startled expression.

"Can Remy do someting' for you chere'?" He asked perplexed, slowly lowering his staff that he held tight in his left hand.

"Ah, ah...brought ya some hot chocolate. Ah saw that you where still up, so..." She held out the cup akwardly.

He smiled and took the cup from her hands. She was shaking slightly and that didn't get past Remy.

"You shaking chere'? Something wrong?" Asked Remy, a worried expression on his face.

"What? Oh no. Just tired Ah guess." Rogue replied, trying to keep her cool exterior.

"Oh. Okay. T'anks for the chocolate petite'. Remy needed it." He leaned over and quickly pecked her lips.

She was startled and put her gloved hand on her lips. She smiled.

"Yeah. No problem Remy. G'night."

Amara rolled over on her back and stared up at her ceiling.

All she could see was John's face when he stared at her after she was torn away from him. John sacrificed himself for her.

No one had ever done that for her. But now, he gave up his freedom, and maybe even his life, for her.

She couldn't help feeling helpless. She was helpless. She couldn't help him. She couldn't help him.

Amara pulled her pillow over her head, feeling the softness as it held her tears.

No one understood how it felt to be in love.

Wait, in love?? Where did that come from?

She sat up suddenly, startling even herself. "I'm in love." She thought.

"I am in love! I AM LOVE WITH JOHN ALLERDYCE!!!" She cried. Then more silently she said, "And I'm coming to get you."

She slipped out of bed, pulled on her warmest pair of pants then thought, "What the heck? Two pairs are better than one..."

She slipped over her jeans a pair of sweats and a sweater to cover her tee shirt. It was going to be cold outside.

She couldn't believe she was doing this. She never did anything wrong in her life.

Okay, ever mind, so there is that one time, oh yeah and that one time...oh well.

She pushed some "handy" utensils into her bag, including lipstick (if she was going to rescue John she was going to look good.)

and some rope, and at the bottom of her drawer she found a lighter. She curled her fingers around the small, black lighter that had red flames curling around the bottom.

John had lost it the night he ran off into the woods. She knew it was wrong, but it was just laying there, alone in the snow as Remy carried his limp body to the car.

She never gave it back to him. She knew she should have, but she couldn't let go of it. And now, she might never be able to.

No, she couldn't think like that. She was going to find him. And return his lighter, and tell him that she loved him.

"Well, time to go. Here I come John. "

TBC...Well, what do you guyz think? I really like this chapter. Tell me what you all think PLZ!! Smiles Hugs to all and HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!

-GothicRose2004