I held this helpless girl in my arms, unsure of what else to do but leave this place. I took her hand and started leading her toward our car that had been parked in the X-men garage. None of the X-men stood in our way. I carefully put her in the passengers seat. Bobby stared at me in...almost a pity. I didn't look at him again.
"I know I'm going to die," she said when I sat in the drivers seat.
"No you're not," I replied, my voice shaking. "I won't let you die."
"Johnny, why me?" she asked, trying to keep the tears from streaming down her face.
"Because," I replied, wiping her tears away. "You're special." I leaned down and kissed her on her forehead to watch a slight smile appear. "And you're my girl."
"Your girl?" she questioned with an attitude. My Leslie had reinhabited her body. I drove off the X-mens' property.
"My girl," I repeated. She relaxed into her seat and closed her eyes.
"I'm sorry," she said randomly. "I shouldn't have lost my temper."
"No, it's alright," I insisted. "Well all lose our tempers. I lost mine with Bobby."
"Why don't you like him?" she inquired. I paused for a moment.
"He was always so much better than me," I explained. "And he was so good and I...wasn't."
"And he stole Rogue from you before you got a chance with her," she finished for me.
"Yeah, that's pretty much it," I agreed. "Why do I even bother talking?"
"No, continue," she persisted. "I enjoy the sound of your voice."
"Ok, so I wanted a place where I wasn't overlooked all the time," I continued.
"And Magneto offered that," she interruppted.
"Yes, oh wise one, he did," I joked.
"Do you think he'll do the same for me?" she asked seriously.
"I don't know," I told her. "I honestly don't know."