Title: A Spark Of Good From The Burn Of Evil

Rating: FRT
Disclaimer: I own Ashley, nothing more. Just the idea.
Spoilers: X1, X2, X3

Summary: Your past is the blueprint for your future. Rogue knew this better than anyone. Future fic. Ryro, slight RoLo, Bobby/Roge vibes.

Most characters will have a slight bit of OOC, but given the storyline, I don't know how they'd react to this situation.

I changed a few things from the movie, so it's possible AU.

Finally, the moment you've all be waiting for has arrived! Hope it's satisfactory...


"What are you doing here Magneto?" Wolverine was anything but pleased at that late night visit.

Magneto stood across from his with Pyro at his right and Callisto at his left.

"Can't an old friend just drop by for a visit?" said Magneto deceptively.

"Not when it's 3 o'clock in the morning, and not when that 'old friend' is you."

"I'm getting the feeling that I'm not wanted here." Mags pouted falsely.

"Gee, what gave you that idea?" said Storm with Rogue and Ashley behind her.

"Ah, Storm, Rogue, it's nice to see you again."

"Wish I could say the same." Replied Rogue with Ashley tightly holding her hand, huddled behind her. Marie focused all her attention on Magneto, Logan, or the hand she was holding to prevent herself from looking at John.

John on the other hand, couldn't tear his eyes away from her.

His mouth lay slightly agape as if to gasp while his eyes followed her moving form to where she stood off to the side of the X-Men with a little girl turned into her legs.

She's not supposed to be here, he thought. Why is she here?

It was about this time that John turned his attention to the girl. Even in the dim light of the next hallway, John could see the highlights of blonde through-out her hair. But that was all. With the girl's face turned into Rogue's legs, he couldn't make out much more.

The little girl looked too attached to Marie to be just some random mutant. And the skin on skin contact puzzled John. He had heard about mutant children developing immunizations to their parent's power. Could this be the case? Was Rogue the girl's mother? Rogue's protectiveness of the girl said probably yes.

Must be Bobby's. John thought bitterly. Even after all this time, he still got bitter when referring to Iceman and Rogue's relationship. The logic of math, and the conversation he had with Rogue years ago about how Bobby was still too afraid to touch her even after the 'cure', never donned on him.

"Oh, Marie," Magneto tore Pyro from his thoughts. "I thought after all this time, we could put the past behind us." He said referring to the time he almost killed her on the Statute of Liberty.

Pyro had heard the story, but still couldn't help but feel bothered by the fact that his boss, as it were, was so close to killing the girl…I guess woman now…that he thought about everyday. He was shocked to fell anger towards Magneto, but proud for Rogue standing up to him.

"Death is kind hard to forget." Marie stood her ground.

"Speaking of forgetting, I do believe you forgot to introduce me to you're friend." He said indicating Ashley.

"No," Marie stated. "I didn't forget, I just neglected to."

Pyro felt another surge of pride for Rogue's boldness. Evidently, the past 6 years had changed her. He smiled.

"No need to be rude. It's just common courtesy."

"It's none of your business." Jumped in Wolverine who had been standing idle.

Magneto waved him off. "No matter…"

Pyro seemed to tune out everything as he saw Ashley turn her head to the direction of the group.

He had expected to see ice blue eyes, and a goodie-two-shoes smile. What he saw was unexpected.


As the not-so-civil conversation between Wolverine and Magneto continued, John ignored the two men and concentrated on the 5 year old a few feet from him.

Her arms were wrapped around Rogue's legs for dear life and she looked terrified about the group in front of her.

For reasons unknown to him, Pyro felt the tinge of guilt for causing her fear.

The girl's wide doe eyes flickered between the group of mutants. Wolverine, to Magneto, then finally settling on John.

John raised an eyebrow when he found himself staring into the most amazing pair of bright green eyes he had ever seen…except in the mirror.

He instantly amended his decision of Frosty being the father. Bobby had blue eyes, and Rogue had brown.

He knew Rogue had brown eyes because that one night oh so long ago, he had spent more time looking into her eyes than breathing. Those eyes would forever be etched into his memory.

But the green eyes staring back at him puzzled him.

What is wrong with you man, he asked himself. During battles he had not once thought of the people involved…just that they were a means to an end. But now, staring into those freakily familiar eyes, he shocked himself by feeling quilt and remorse. Normally, he was far enough away from the battle to not see the woman and children that would become collateral. But seeing the little girl huddled to Rogue, and the protective hold that Rogue had over her, bothered him.

Maybe it was the innocence in the way her eyebrows furrowed in worry, or maybe it was the fear for the little girl that Rogue tried so hard to cover in her eyes.

Rogue's fingers sifting through the girl's hair distracted Pyro from her eyes. The way Rogue threaded her fingers through the dirty blonde tresses reminded John of the way a mother would do to sooth a child. All the evidence that they were mother and daughter was starting to add up painfully obvious.

From out of no where, a jealousy rose in John that could have almost out-powered the Phoenix.

Who was the girl's father? Who had Rogue willingly given herself to that she trusted enough to father her child? Who had out beat Iceman?

The thought of Iceman not being the father made him jovial, but that was only an added bonus.

Curiosity got the better of him.

Pyro desperately wanted to know.

He was going to figure it out.

Instead of paying attention to the events at hand, he gathered all the facts.

Rogue took the cure roughly 6 years ago…

Callisto had said the girl was 5, give or take a couple months…

A pregnancy is 9 months…

During the cure, she had been with Bobby…and …!

John's heart skipped a beat.

She had been with me!


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Author's Note: Again, more mature Pyro. Hope I'm conveying it right.