A/N: Back when I wrote this, I had just received a Tiamat album. I listened to it over and over and over again while writing this. So now whenever I write fanfiction I have to listen to it. Weird huh? Hope you all enjoy…I know I enjoyed writing it.

Divided

John stormed out of the house with an unreadable expression gracing his face. He didn't know where he was going or what he was trying to prove. The brisk September wind blew his auburn hair into crazy patterns while goosebumps appeared on his skin. As he kept walking on, or running away as the cruel part of his mind said, he passed by a cheap liquor store. "Just what I need," he said to nobody in particular.

Will those signs lead me out of here

Well, just take me somewhere

To the plains where angels sing

Through the noise and clattering…

John entered the store and immediately headed towards the display of Crowne Royal. He picked up a bag and went to the check out counter. After paying an exorbitant price for a little moment of happiness he turned to leave. While walking out, he saw out of the corner his eye two disgusting humans whispering and pointing at him. In a loud voice, one of the shouted out to thin air, "Honey, let's leave. This must be an inferior place if it is catering to those mutants." The rag-taggled woman next to him nodded her head so hard John thought her head would fall off.

Any other time, John would've just continued his course and left those two wackos to get drunk off cheap wine. But as soon as he saw the look in that man's face, the look of sheer disgust and superiority, John lost it. Time seemed to slow down and he brought out Zippo and flicked it open while saying, "Ah, you hurt its feelings." The man and woman never knew what hit them as a maelstrom of fire engulfed them. Still unattached to the real world, John walked towards home and set everything he saw on fire. Fire would always love him, right?

Bobby found himself inside the Xavier Institute of Higher Learning. Why he came back, he didn't know. As soon as he walked in, he saw the mutants turn their heads and stare in shock. The first to act was Jean Grey. She ran over, glomped him, and kept repeating, "Oh, we are soooo sorry! We didn't mean to be mean to you! Are you okay? Oh, we're so sorry. Don't leave us again! Where have you been?"

For what its worth, the truth might hurt you

There's little you can do

When shadows fall I will desert you

Then that's what you will do

For what its worth, the truth will hurt you

With a tear of morning dew…

Suddenly, as if on cue, all the X-men laying around came over and joined forces in glomping Bobby. He plastered a smile on his face but couldn't help thinking, "What am I doing here?" The people hugging him moved aside and Bobby saw Rogue walking towards him. Rogue had a look of unhappiness on her face and said softly, "I'm sorry Bobby. Can we put it behind us?"

Bile rose up in Bobby's mouth at the thought of 'us'. But the fake smile on his face kept control and answered, "Of course Marie, I wouldn't have it any other way." She ran forward and hugged him with her clothing covered arms. While enduring it, Bobby scanned the room and noticed that Jubilee had the same look John had when he left. Bobby's smile faltered and again he wondered what he was doing here.

A noise interrupted Bobby's thoughts and fortunately Rogue's hug. All eyes were riveted to the screen of the large television showed pictures of a street in which everything was on fire. The announcer came on, "Yet another example of the evil of mutants, one has just killed a respectable couple and has set everything on fire. Hopefully this will spurn the government to pass harsher laws…" At this, the television was turned off.

Bobby was thrown into shock. The little cogs in his head started whirling again. All they could come up with though was, Pyro Pyro Pyro. Bobby turned from all those other superficial X-men and ran out of the door. He knew where he belonged, and it wasn't here.

Lead me inside

Lead me inside

Lead me inside out of the cold

Let me inside

Feel me inside

Our love's dead by dawn..

Pyro was sitting on the couch in his flat turning the bottle of happiness around in his hands. He looked up to the blue creature in front of him. John sighed and said, "Why Mystique, it's a very interesting proposition. But why should I accept?"

Mystique raked her eyes over the fire mutant and sweetly said, "The Brotherhood has much to offer you. We can give you what you want most."

John gave a dry laugh, "You have no idea what I want."

"I have a good guess," and with that Mystique morphed into a familiar blond for about ten seconds letting Pyro get a good look. Pyro's laugh took on a new tone, a slightly maniacal tone, and said, "Fine, shall we shake on it?"

You are my dream

Mystique held out her blue hand and Pyro moved his forward. Then the door slammed open. Pyro's eyes widened.

"I've been waiting for you."