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The two girls sat in the food court, Nikki slouching in one chair with her legs crossed while sipping on a soda and he third slice of pizza in her other hand. Rogue was leaning over a plate of curly fries, which were only half of what she bought since Nikki ate some. Once Rogue was finished she pulled on of the bags into her hand.
"Think we got enough?" she asked. She giggled when Nikki stuffed the rest of the pizza into her mouth.
"I don't know, but if we need more we'll just come back."
Rogue proceeded to go through the bags again. She pulled out sweat pantsand jeans, commenting on the "adorable" designs. Nikki looked through the shirts and pulled out her favorite shirt. It was a black, three quarter sleeve, shirt and written across the chest said "MILF" across the chest. The material was stretchy so she could where through out the pregnancy.
"I love that one!" Rogue said pointing to the shirt in her friend's hands.
"Me too, it's my favorite."
"And you wouldn't have gotten it if I didn't see it." She said, grinning.
Suddenly Nikki gasped, pulling up the bag in front of her face. Rogue quirked and eyebrow and pulling one of the bags to hide behind also. Nikki peeked over the top of the bag, her eyes following one of the figures in the crowd until they disappeared around the corner.
"What the hell was that?" Rogue asked.
"An old 'friend'…" Nikki said, getting up, four bags in each hand and walking to the main entrance. Rogue caught up, carrying three other bags.
"Care to explain."
"It was a while ago… but, I thought he was going to kill me when he found out." She said, her gaze was kept on the ground.
"You want me to take some of those bags?" Rogue asked, reaching out. She grabbed 3 brags from her friend's hand.
The two waited outside on a bench. They talked about outfits to wear to the concert, when Nikki brought Bobby up.
Rogue frowned slightly, "Things haven't been going so well between us… I mean, I've kind of been distracted by Logan, and I've seen Bobby flirting with other girls. We've been talking and we both thing it would be best to just be friends."
"Aw… I'm sorry; I didn't mean to bring it up." Nikki said. Rogue smiled and dismissed the conversation. The too spotted Scott Summer's car pull up in front of them, but with Logan in the driver's seat. After getting into the car Logan pulled out of the parking lot violently.
"What were you two thinking? You didn't tell anyone where you went, let alone that you were even leaving! What if something happened, no one would know. Now is especially not the time to pull this kind of shit!"
Rogue leaned forward from behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder in attempt to calm him. "We're sorry. We just needed to get out. You of all people should know what its like being cooped up when so much is going on." She said with a caring smile on her face. It seemed to work; Logan's vice grip on the steering wheel loosened. He rolled his eyes and muttered something that sounded like "Don't do it again."
Nikki could see the chemistry between the two. He would put up a wall and she would break it effortlessly. She could make him smile when no one else could and she was the only one who could 'push his buttons' without suffering the consequences. She smiled and looked out the window, thinking of ways to bring John back to the institute.
Back at the Mansion
Rogue and Nikki jogged up the stairs with the bags, many students glancing there way as the passed them. They walked to there room, Nikki noticed the group of girls that had harassed her from the first few days were glaring at her, almost engulfing her with their complete rage and animosity. She ducked behind Rogue, until they reached their room. The too giggle as they walked into their room. They dropped their bags as they saw Kitty sitting on her bed, hugging her legs and crying into her knees, her suitcase was packed and on the floor.
"Today is my last day… He didn't even say goodbye…" was all they got from their friend's sobs.
Rogue kneeled in front of her, pulling the petite girl's legs down to the floor so she could see her face. "What happened Kitty?"
The girl sniffled, wiped she cheeks from the tears and dripping mascara. "Lance left... He knows today was my last day here… he didn't even see me to say goodbye… What did I do wrong?"
"Aw Hunny you did nothing wrong." Rogue said, hugging Kitty, allowing the younger girl to cry into her shoulder.
"Did he ever say where he was going? Maybe you two can still write to each other?" Nikki asked. She didn't know what else to say.
"No he never told me but he talked to Ray about it... he asked Ray to go with him…" She said, looking up at Nikki with puffy red eyes. Nikki sat down next to her, rubbing the girl's back in comfort. "He went to the brotherhood… saying John was right and the only way to fix things in the world now would be an all out war."
"He knows where they are? How long ago did he leave? Did he ever say where they were?" Nikki panicked. This could be the only way to find John.
Kitty just shook her head, and then wiped her eyes again. Nikki bit her bottom lip in frustration leaned forward, holding her head in her hands. Kitty apologized for her lack of information, and then grabbed her bag. Both Rogue and Nikki followed the girl down the grand staircase and said their goodbyes. They even went outside and waved to the car that carried their friend until it was out of view.
The two girls went into the kitchen; Rogue sat on one of the stools near the island and traced designs onto its surface. Nikki pulled out the blender from the cabinet and the ice cream carton. She went into the fridge again and pulled out some milk, vanilla extract and chocolate syrup.
"One of my famous milk shakes will do the trick." Nikki said, making Rogue giggle.
"Me too, will ya? I'm starved." Logan said, walking into the kitchen and sitting beside Rogue.
"Excuse me?"
"Hey! I went out and got you the damn macaroni and cheese that you never ate so I deserve a treat." He said in a matter-of-factly tone. Rogue smiled and playfully punched his arm, which led to Logan tickling her ribs. Nikki just smiled and made the three milkshakes, happily sipping on hers and watching love blossom in front of her eyes. She grabbed her milkshake and left the room, walking around the mansion.
Lost in her thoughts she bumped into something solid, spilling her milkshake onto herself and whatever it was that blocked her path. She apologized and looked up to see what it was. What she saw was Bobby's ice blue eyes that reflected a sadness that only her heart knew. She apologized for her clumsiness, using her powers to extract her ice cream treat from both their shirts.
"You OK Bobby?" she asked.
"Yea, I'm fine." He said with a half smile, "I just need to get some fresh air." He quickly walked away.
Nikki watched him leave, feeling sorry for him. But she realized what she had done; her powers were able to lift what was left of her milkshake from their clothing. She smiled at her ability. She turned on heel and headed to the bathroom, turning the faucet to the bath, warm water flowing out until it reached a few inches to the rim. After undressing she slipped into the bath, sinking into the water until only her head was above the surface. Flashes of memories with her fire wielding lover overwhelmed her.
Flashback
She was on fire, burning from the inside out; mad with desire, feeling a different kind of agony. He held her close to him kissing the smooth skin of her neck, his bare chest pressed against hers, cool skin meeting hot flesh. His soft breath in her ear, his purr sounded like warm velvet wrapping itself around her very being. He was utterly fascinating to her; passionate, focused, hardened, suave, sensual, and irresistible. He whispered shockingly arousing things against her skin, his spicy breathe gliding across her neck. His lips traced a soft path down her neck, and then quickly came up to her soft lips, stealing a passionate kiss. His hands moved over her body, enticing her to do wicked things.
End of flashback
She gasped, thrown abruptly out of one her most enjoyable memories by a knock on the door. She panted, trying to regain composure and her voice. She cleared her throat and called out to whoever was on the other side of the door. A feminine voice shouted back in agitation to her, "Hurry up in there!"
She blinked, shifted to the other end of the tub and lifted the small lever and allowed the tub to drain. She stood up, reaching out for the towel she left out for herself and wrapped it tightly around her body. She picked up her bundle of clothes then opened the door to leave. She quickly walked past the bitter girl. Normally she would have retaliated to the girl's bitterness but it was a long day and she dismissed it.
She walked briskly down the hallway; the cool breeze from the open window chilled her bare legs causing goose-bumps to crawl up her spine. When she reached the room she dumped the clothes into a corner and then opened one of the draws in her bureau and pulled out her underwear then a pair of teal shorts and a black camisole. She just finished pulling the shirt down over her swollen abdomen when Rogue walked into the room.
"Sorry, didn't know you were changing." Rogue said, opening up her own bureau and pulling out a pair of pajamas. "I'll be back, I'm going to take a shower." she said. She left the room, humming happily to herself. Nikki smiled, pulling on a warm sweatshirt and dropping onto her bed. She relaxed, pulling on her head phones and listened to some music before falling asleep.
Brotherhood Headquarters
John woke up late in the afternoon; the sun pouring into his room and warming his face. He yawned lazily and stretched out his limbs, cracking stiff joints. He pulled himself from his bed and shuffled to his bathroom; brushing his teeth then plashing cool water on his face to wake him up. He then returned to his room and changed into a tight fitting black tee shirt and slightly baggy dark denim jeans. He sat at the edge of his king sized bed and pulled up fresh white socks then black boots.
"I could definitely get used to this." He said smiling.
He stepped out of his room, walking down the hallway, looking for a kitchen. His stomach growled impatiently but he soon found what he was looking for. Biting into a sandwich he skillfully prepared for himself, using his lighter and his power to lightly toast his lunch, he happily bit into his meal. Taking the last bite he nearly choked when a tall, savage looking man came into the room. The man looked wild and menacing. John slipped by him and out the door, walking quickly yet nonchalantly down the hallway.
He found a work out room and decided he had nothing better to do. He slipped on tight leather gloves that exposed his fingers yet protected his knuckles. He walked over to the punching bag that hung in the center of the large room and gave it a few swift, yet hard, 'test' punches. Satisfied with the hanging object, he began to let out emancipate all his rage, wrath, anger, fury, ferocity, savagery, and passion onto the hanging sack of sand. His teeth clenched tightly as he let out his animosity. He felt a burning ache to obliterate anything that stood before him. His voice bellowed out in an incoherent but violent bellow as he continued to thrash out. However, he became tired and delivered a final blow before he decided he was finished. He peeled off his shirt in an attempt to cool himself then left the room.
Walked out of the room he began to go down the hallway back to his room when someone called out to him. He turned around and was surprised by the familiar face.
"Lance!" he said, his voice didn't hide the fact he was shocked.
"Hey, the big guy is letting us go out on the town, want to come?" Lance asked. It was obvious he didn't want to talk about the fact he was even there otherwise he would have brought it up. John glanced at the group that he was with; a short, slightly green kid that just disgusted him and a very large kid that might have been slightly older then himself. John nodded, figuring he had nothing better to do and followed the group outside to the boat that would carry them closer and closer to the Xavier Institute. Tonight, he would try to get her back.