AN: may be a 'little' ooc on ….everyone's part longer chapter. Severe case of writers block is why this wasn't up sooner sorry everyone

AN2: all of this chapter was written while listening to my new 'Panic! At the Disco CD' (I own a copy of the CD, not Panic! At the Disco)

AN3: sorry for this taking so long, my comp crashed and I lost all my info, took a while to get it back. And this has to be a big chapter seeing as Johnny-boy's unconscious.

Akari-Hayashi- thank you SOO much for your help with the story so far, u rock!
And major props to my beta, and best friend, Keito (not from this site)

Bobby's POV
"Rogue, for the last time I'm just going out for a walk!" I shout as I leave the room, Jeeze she's been throwing fifty questions at me every time I do something. I know I shouldn't yell at her (I don't want her to sick Logan on me) but she just gets so annoying after a while that I just cant help it. "sorry Marie" I mumble as I walk away from her room. I smile and acknowledge at the few people in the hall ways as I near the foyer.

"trouble in paradise. Eh, Icecube?" said a drawling voice, wonderful, it's Logan "so you heard?" I say flatly. He laughs. "you don't need heightened senses to hear that scream-fest". its funny I though he'd have made me into human sushi, for lack of a better term, by now for hurting 'his precious' Rogue's feelings. "whatever I'm going out" I sigh and head out the door, surprisingly he's not pushing it any further. I pass the front gate of the institute, I've been doing this a lot lately; just going off and coming back hours later, that hasn't helped the whole 'Rogue asking fifty million questions' thing, but it helps to clear my head.

Random questions fill my head some as common as ' what day is it?' and 'what's for dinner?' to the questions that scare the hell out of me.. ' what happened to John…I mean, Pyro? Did he die?' No, John, I mean, Pyro is to stubborn to die. He had to have gotten away. but that Voice in the back of my head argues 'how could he have gotten away? You knocked him unconscious. you killed him' NO! I didn't! I argue but I know its true, its my fault… I should have at least carried him off the island. We could have handed him over to authorities or at least tried to help him. I swear when we fought I didn't see a pyromaniacal criminal, I saw my best friend who just made a bad choice and realized it too late.

I stop walking, not even remembering walking this far, I'm already about half a mile away from the mansion. I glance around, "looks like the slums" I murmur as I look around the dim streets. that's when it hits me, a scent that I haven't inhaled for months. Burnt flesh. I turn the corner, there's an area marked off by the cops, and coroners placing remains of some bystanders into their vans. I manage to overhear the two cops "I don't get it, I thought he died at Alcatraz" the younger cop said flabbergasted. John! "well apparently he didn't, this has got Pyro written all over it" the elder shook his head.

I've heard enough, I walk past the crime scene as fast as possible, why did he do that? There had to have been a reason…but then again this is Jo-Pyro were talking about.. But even he wouldn't do something like that without a reason. I'm ripped from my thought as I hear a distant yell. I speed up, a sense of morbid curiosity kept my attention. I reach the area where the sound originated, this looks like the worst part of the slums, every building is tagged with graffiti, and eroded with half of the windows boarded up.

I hear two men talking from the alleyway, I walk as quietly as possible to the corner of one of the buildings an peer into the alleyway. There stood two men, and what appeared to be a third person on the ground. The man closest to the figure, kicked it once more. A choked cry of agony was heard. I've had enough, I step away from my hiding place and confront the two "What are you doing!". "It's none of your concern, boy. Just taking care of a certain mutant problem" I scowl at that statement "you think being a mutant is a problem?" I feel my fists begin to freeze. "what's it to you?" the second one said. "Nothing. but you just got another problem to deal with" I froze the one closest to the figure's arms.

His accomplice is trembling beside him, holding what looked like a plastic gun. The fear was apparent in his eyes, he hesitates. Perfect opportunity, I point my hand and instantly freeze the gun, he drops it and in an instant it shatters. "If you know what's good for you, you'll leave now while you have the chance" I said venomously. They took off running serves them right. My attention turns to the person on the ground.

He's laying on the ground on his back, head lolled to the side. My eyes widen as I actually look at the figure… Same brown hair, light tan complexion, and that glove.. It's John! His face is smeared with blood from an already blood soaked bandage wrapped around his head…but its him. I pick him up bridal style, only to hear him flinch and whimper in his sleep, oh shit "It's ok John. Its me, Bobby you'll be fine" I whisper to him hoping it'll calm him. I start off back to the mansion, Its not hard to carry him actually, he's really light.

After what seems line an eternity we arrive at the front gate, its closed I tread over to the intercom and move John ever so slightly so I can press the button "hello?" it was Kitty. "Kitty, I need you to open the gate, and tell Hank I need him to prep the med lab" "what are you doing out this late its like nine, what's w-" I cut her off "don't ask what's wrong just do it! Please.." "alright Bobby." the link ended and the front gate swung open.

John whimpers a little as I start up the steps. It almost breaks my heart to see him like this. There was Kitty alongside Piotr at the doorway. They stare at Pyro; I can see it in their eyes; a glint of hostility, quickly covered up with concern. "what happened?" Kitty's the first to ask. I honestly don't know what to say. "I don't know, I found him like this". He shifts in my arms, wincing once or twice. "you think it's a trap?" Piotr asks calmly. "no, I don't" I say surely. I don't think John, or Pyro for this matter, would act like this. No one could.

"did you tell Hank?" I ask seriously. "yeah, he should be ready, he said to come down when you got here" Kitty says as Piotr leads the way down to the med lab. Students flood the hallways trying to get a glimpse of the incapacitated traitor. They're hissing and cursing him, I silence then with a glare that could freeze the sun.

we reach the bottom floor of the mansion, Pyro is finally still. I'm not sure if I should be relieved or concerned. The Med Lab doors opened, there in the doorway stood Hank, thank God he came back after Alcatraz. He looks at Pyro, he looks unsure for a second but that quickly changes. "what happened?" he commands. "I'm not sure. I found him like this".

He moves out of the way and ushers me in. "you two go back upstairs". With that Kitty and Piotr were gone. "Robert, bring him over here" he motions to a bed. As gently as possible I place him on the bed. Just after that Hank's pushing me out the doors. "I need space to work. I'll call you when I have finished". And with that the doors close.

I do the only think I can think of, I go to my room, my haven. It used to be mine and John's until he left…and I never got a new roommate. I could never bring myself to get rid of his old stuff; his band posters, clothes, spare lighters, bed, all of its where he last left it. I don't know maybe I was waiting to see if he'd come back heh, I guess he did. I begin pacing around the room, time flies and before I knew it, it's its almost midnight. The static from the intercom by the door, a new addition Storm added to every room, startles me before Hank's voice called out " Robert, come down to the conference room please". I rush out of my room not bothering to close the door, not caring about that because barely anyone's awake now anyways. I turn the corner to the elevator and mentally curse the elevator for being so slow.

I practically sprint out of the elevator and down the corridor to the room. The doors opened expectantly. " how is he?" I ask as I enter the room. Wait, why is she doing here? "Storm what are you doing here?" I ask, what I'm curious?. A wave of dread hits me like a tidal wave, what if they want to give him to the cops?… "I'm here about John" she says simply. I turn my attention to Hank. "what's wrong with him?".

He fixes his glasses, "Robert, St. John sustained two broken ribs personally I was surprised he didn't puncture his lungs, a concussion most likely due to the gash near his left temple, a broken leg of unknown origin. But those aren't why I called Storm down here" he pauses. "what are they?". "well, he has a small puncture mark on his arm here, but I actually overlooked that at first, until I came to the next injury, the rather large burn mark on the palm of his right hand. This didn't make sense to me, a fire wielding mutant getting burnt. Until I put two and two together…" his voice trails off. ….wait.. He's-- "so your saying you think he was 'cured'" says Storm bitterly, making it no mystery just what she thinks of the so-called 'cure'

oooh, cliffie. sorry this one took so long. had a bad case of Writers block. hopefully the next chapter will be done faster ( i already started on it) waddya think? sorry about the lack of Details... annnd How will John React to being human? you have a chance to choose, should he be:
A. Mad at himself
B. withdrawn
C. kinda... well afraid ( he is powerless and they could kill him if they really wanted to)
John: NO not afraid, Intimidated...
Shadow: riiight
or D. a mix of some above choices (specify which ones)

Majority Rules on this so, if u dont vote, i'll do what i want