Alright...I made a Bobby/Rogue fluff...but wait! This is only taking place to fill in the blanks as to what John saw. I will make one more update, which will be a John/Rogue moment. For sure. I promise, haha. I just wanted to set it up to explain things and it helps me work out the kinks. And this way I keep both Bobby and John fans happy nods.

"Rogue, it'll be okay."

Bobby found himself hugging Marie to his chest, trailing his fingers along her bare arms. He felt chills running through his own spine at their precious moments of touch. Why was it that when it came to her, he felt as though every moment could be it? The end?

Pulling her even closer, he rest his head along hers. "Don't even think about it. I love you, Rogue. No matter what," he whispered gently into her ear, lips touching her lobe. "I loved you before this, and I always will."

Forcing a smile, Rogue took his hand in hers before slowly bringing it up to her own lips, kissing the back softly. "I'm so sorry. I just made this harder. I never should have taken it in the first place. Now it's just all worse. After everything…"

"No," his icy voice came, pulling back to direct her attention to his face. "Don't ever say that. It wasn't your fault. It just makes me appreciate you even more. I just want you to be who you want to be, not who you think I want you to be."

His stare now meaningful, Bobby seemed to read her mind. It was Kitty that Rogue was thinking about. As if the girl was imprinted in her mind. He shook his head forcefully. "She's nothing, Rogue. Kitty was never anything. She's like my little sister. Always will be," he confirmed, eyes showing how much he loved her. "You have to know that you are the only one for me. Always have been. Rogue, you're the first girl I've ever…the only one I have ever loved. Marie, you're my first girlfriend. You're my girl, and I don't want you to be anyone else's. Or for me to have another. You're my only one."

Watching as small tears poured down her pale, cheeks, Bobby felt his own eyes welling up while he kissed her cheek. "No, don't cry. Please," he begged, lacing his fingers through hers before relaxing back against her. "Just don't, you can't. We have to pull together."

His voice was hoarse now, cracking slightly under his restraint. He would not cry. Not when she needed him. He would not do that to her.

By now he was making a pattern of small kisses, from her forehead to her jaw. Anything he could to make her happy. To make her forget about the next obstacle for their relationship. It just made him wonder if he could truly do it again. To know that he would no longer be able to touch the woman he loved—the one he dreamed of day and night.

And with one look at her face, he knew the answer. He could. He would do anything to be with her, even if it meant not being able to touch her.

Bobby would even give up his power for her. To be cured as she had.

In those moments, he knew. Knew that he wanted to be with her more than anyone else. For the rest of his life?

Yes.

"Rogue…?" he whispered softly, and she turned with red eyes, looking at him with question.

"Yes?" her voice was raw, and no matter how distraught she looked, Bobby found himself loving her even more.

Wetting his lips, he found himself searching for the words. How did one go about this? It's not like he had ever done this before.

"I—I want us to be together forever. I love you Rogue, I always will, and I want to know if you feel the same."

She seemed to give him a dumbfounded look before she gave her answer. "Of course, Bobby! I will always love you…"

"Good," he smiled softly, kissing her cheek once more before bringing up the nerve to speak. "Does that mean you'll be mine?"

"Bobby, I…" she paused, not knowing what to say. After all, she was rather confused. "What?"

Smiling slightly, he brought her hand up to his, kissing her knuckles gently. "I want to know if you'll be mine. You'll be my girl."

Taking in a pause, he allowed an overwhelming feeling to pass him. "My wife."

Noticing how long it took for her to process, Bobby feared she was trying to figure out how to tell him 'no'.

And then she smiled softly. "Yes, Bobby."

He could have died right then.

"Good," he whispered, leaning forward as the two met in a passion filled kiss. Never before had he thought he could have it that good. "Marie, I love you," he moaned softly, not wanting to pull far away from her lips.

"Bobby," was her single word response as the two seemed to meld together.

And the two leapt in a scream as the glass to her room shattered, leaving Bobby to jump in front of her as the truth in their genes kicked in. They were X-Men, after all.

Both of them darted to the window, glancing for the cause of the interruption. Finding nothing, they turned quickly upon Logan bursting in, looking at Rogue with fatherly worry.

"What happened?" he asked quickly, two sets of claws extracting from his knuckles.

"I—I don't know," her voice was shaky, both from her sudden realization that Bobby had just asked her to marry her and that someone had ruined the happiest moment of her life. "We were just…"

"Sitting on the bed," Bobby added quickly, not leaving it blank as Logan gave Bobby a look that clearly showed that they were don't know such thing. Bobby couldn't help but defend his statement mentally. They had been sitting on the bed. Just a little more. And he couldn't exactly kill the excitement in his eyes.

Nodding quickly, Logan gave the two a quick look over. "I'm going to find Storm. We're going to have to search the perimeter," he stated with a sense of worry. After all, this wasn't a normal thing.

"Alright, I'll get Peter. Rogue, why don't you get Kitty?" Bobby suggested, knowing that the two girls weren't on the best of terms but atleast tolerated each other. Besides this matter was bigger.

The girl nodded, standing up before hurrying to go by Logan's side. She knew it wouldn't be smart to stay out alone without her powers until she reached Kitty's room.

Making to look like he was following, Bobby waited for the two to turn down the hallway before he turned back into the room, staring at the piece of metal on the floor.

Walking over to the familiar signature weapon of choice—or atleast original one—from his good old friend John, Bobby frowned. There's no way he would come back…not after…

It just didn't make sense.

Picking it up, feeling the smooth metal, he felt a frown fly across his face. Engraved on the side were two words.

'You win.'

Hurrying to the window once more, he clenched the lighter tightly before putting it in his pocket. Something wasn't right.

John never gave in.

There it is. Please review, especially if you want to see something in particular in the next chapter. I know what I want to do, but it helps to have a few ideas to go off of. Thank you to all my reviewers! And don't respond saying it sucked because there was no John. Believe me, he'll have a lot in the next chapter. Just review and tell me about the quality if you're a John fan, haha.