Here is my second Rogue/Bobby/John sort of story. I don't know why, I like to toy with John's emotions. I realize that this is kind of short, but I am thinking about adding a second chapter, even though it's meant to be a one-shot.

There it was. Something that made him sick, yet he had no way around it. The two of them, her held in his arms, as they both grieved a loss yes rejoiced her return. And in a moment that he should have been happy for, he found nothing but pure sickness within him.

It had been nearly a year since he last saw her, yet he couldn't find the glory in it. How could he when she laid in the arms of another man?

John clenched his fists at his side as he watched Rogue and Bobby cry together in misery for something they knew would come, and they had no way to fight. And yet a strength was among them, something that showed they would make it through it. Like they always did. Holding strong, and standing together.

Something John now wanted more than anything.

Or perhaps that wasn't it. Maybe it was his need for her. The touch of her skin, her hands, her lips. Something that he longed for, yet knew he could never have. And still, he couldn't fight the feeling inside. The burning desire to be the good guy, to be the one holding her right then and to tell her they would make it through it.

And although he knew he would give up everything he had earned with Magneto to be with her, why didn't he? It would be so easy to turn himself in right there. He was so close, and it would only take a few minutes to talk to Storm. To beg her for forgiveness. Magneto was once again building back his strength, and yet he had no desire to go back to what he had earned. Instead, he'd throw it all away for one more moment with Marie.

"Oh God," he murmured, turning away as he watched Bobby give her a soft kiss. He couldn't stand to watch it. To stare on as the girl he loved was cared for so closely by no one other than Bobby Drake. Someone who he had once seen as his best friend, and now nothing more than what he wanted to be. Rogue's.

"To be you, Bobby," came his whisper, holding admiration only in Bobby's true love for Rogue.

Taking the lighter he held at his side, the one he had held on to even as he adjusted to his upgrade, he gave it one last look before clenching it in his fist. Looking defiantly once more at the window where the pair was now enraptured in a fiery tangle of passion that could only last for so long, he gave a nod to himself.

The glass shattered as a silver object flew through their room. Their shouts of shock could be heard, a growl as Wolverine raced protectively into the room.

And the grounds were empty. They would search for hours and find nothing.

Yet clutched in the hands of the boy who had shared a same love as the previous, was a memory all too real.

Well, there it is. I want to continue, yet play it from Bobby's point of view. Just to show the seperate ways they love Rogue. It will most likely be Bobby/Rogue fluffy, since the site seems to be lacking in those, although I can't deny my love for John/Rogue. But I just love toying with his emotions. He is such a fun character!

Oh, and to readers of I've Got a Cure for That, I may update. Please review it (especially the hundreds of those who gave it a hit yet never reviewed XD) with suggestions although I have an idea for one more chapter. Let me know what you think!

Remember. Reviews are crucial to a writer's survival. Although don't flame. Atleast be constructive. ;)