"Logan. Listen-" John started, trying to sound firm and unafraid.

"Shut-up. I'm talking right now. You directly disobeyed me and went to her room. Not only did you go, you went in. If that wasn't bad enough that you went in, you got into bed with her. While you may have done nothing, you still did it." Logan's voice was a low growl. John felt fear start to build in his stomach.

"If you would just-" John was cut off once again by Logan.

"I'm furious." Logan clutched his fist into a tight ball, "Cause I didn't realize it sooner. This stupid cure is killing her! I've been so caught up in making her comfortable and happy I didn't see something that might help. All the time she talks about how cold she feels and so on….I never thought of you being an answer. Then again, you were so hateful to her. I was just sitting to the side to wait to shred you to pieces."

John listened to Logan and was astonished. The cure was killing Rogue? What the-

"Its kill-ing her?" John stammered.

Logan twisted his head to face John. "Yeah. She only got half of it and that half reeked havoc on her system. That's why she cant get stressed or over excited. She goes into the fits, I'm sure you've witnessed. You have no idea how much it is killing me to sit by and just watch it. I cant do anything to help her. No one can. Until you came."

Logan's eyes shifted to Rogue's door. His motion made John do the same.

"Come on." He ordered John and began walking down the hall, away from the door.

John followed an order for once since he got back here and kept close behind Logan. His stomach began churning in overtime due to the silence they were walking in.

Logan led him to the kitchen, the place where John had his first alone run-in with Rogue. Right before the first episode he witnessed of her "fits".

"She doesn't acknowledge it. She refuses to truly believe it. Hell, I DON'T WANT TO believe it, but it's the fact. That's why we want her calm. That's why she gets babied. That's why everyone helps her. She hates it, but it eases their conscience. She didn't want you to know, I suppose cause you were the only one who treated her normal." Logan's gaze shifted to John, as if he was upset for all the hateful things John had said to her since he got back. "That's why she wanted to be around you so much." Logan's voice had dropped a few levels. Yeah he was remembering all the things John had done.

"I gotta admit." Logan was suddenly scratching his head with a gruff voice. " I didn't like it at first. I told her to stay away from you that it was just trouble in the making. She didn't listen, she never does. Now I see that…" Logan's muscles tensed up as he crossed his arms over his muscular chest. Finally he muttered out, "I was wrong."

"How is it killing her?" Even as much as he would like to rub it in Logan's face that he made a wrong assumption about him, he was more eager to find out more on Rogue's condition.

"Like I said. She only got half the injection and she was really tense when she got it. Since then---well its been hard on her. She is supposed to stay completely calm at all times. She can never be too nervous or excited or anything. That stupid Bobby is too worried about his image with Rogue." Logan got quiet then. His boots shifted on the floor as he debated his next sentence. "She doesn't think I know, but I do, that she for some reason feels indebted to Bobby. Maybe because he helped her when she came back, or maybe for the fact he is just there. Do you know what is gonna happen when Bobby asks her to marry him?"

"Why should I care?!" John snapped out a response without thinking, after all, he was John---Pyro. School reject and unwanted freak, she was practically the school's prize student. He wanted nothing to do with her…in that way...right?

"She is going to come to you. She going to want to hear you tell her not to so she has a reason to say 'no'. Are you?" One of Logan's dark brows raised up.

"Hell no. She wants to marry that stupid prick let 'er. I'm not gonna stop her." wasn't any of his business.

Logan didn't show any emotion to John's response. In fact he only stared at him for a second then released a heavy sigh while dropping his arms. Without another word he left John in the kitchen.

John wasn't going to stop Rogue from marrying Ice-prick. Maybe by him marrying her he'll stop messing around with Kitty.

"Bobby!" John's ears heard a whispered hiss from outside the kitchen window. "This is your fault! Are you planning on making me get an abortion? I mean, you made Rogue get one. She didn't even know…you told her she lost it."

"Do what you want with it. Just don't blame me. In fact why don't you try and blame it on-" then the voice died out. In fact John couldn't hear either voice anymore.

What on earth? Was that Bobby and Kitty just now?

So wait a minute…Rogue didn't have a miscarriage…Bobby had the baby aborted. Now Kitty is pregnant…and Bobby wants her to blame it on someone else?

THIS WAS JUST TOO MUCH INFORMATION. He wanted to just crawl back into bed with Rogue and sleep in her arms. Everything seemed so beyond perfect there.

WAIT! Was he seriously thinking about how perfect things are when he was with Rogue? Was he on some sort of drug? A very powerful one? To hell with it, it was his mind and no one could read it. So if he wants to think about how perfect everything was with Rogue then he will.

In fact, he might just be tempted to go back. After all, it was nearing seven O'clock. SOMEONE should check on her, seeing as her boyfriend doesn't care.

* * *

"John!" Rogue was startled awake by a terrible nightmare. Her hand was clutching the place on the bed next to her, searching for the person who had previously been there and someone who was no longer there. "No!"

She yanked the blankets back trying to find him in the dark. Only she was unsuccessful. Her chest squeezed in displeasure, making her wince and take in a deep breath.

The images of her nightmare running through her mind at rapid speeds. She could see John leaving her alone…once and for all. She could tell he was never coming back. When he turned his back to leave her, she couldn't chase him. Whatever she was wearing was making it impossible to move. Violently, she tugged the material trying to break free and go after him. She screamed his name but he wouldn't turn to look at her. When she finally managed to get the material move with her legs she chased him out in the rain. Her feet ran as fast as they could and despite the horrid pain tearing through her, she needed to reach him. A tree root caught her foot, sending her into the mud.

The pain from her dream was becoming so vivid that she could feel it forming in her mind and chest. She had to push it aside though. Right now she needed to know that John was still here somewhere. She needed to know that he hadn't left her. If she could just see his face and know he was still with her.

A burning sensation shot through all her limbs and for a few seconds she was afraid to move. Once the sensation ended, she fumbled around her floor until she found her flannel pajama bottoms. In no time she had them on and was rushing across the room to the door. She hit the door with a thud; then swung it open.

She didn't care she looked bad. She didn't care about the pain riveting through her body. She didn't care that people were looking at her, yelling at her to stop. She didn't even care that Logan was one of them. She checked his room first, his stuff was there but he wasn't. That settled some of her uneasiness, but she still needed to see him.

"John!" She huffed out, but she kept going. She knew from doing this once before that if she stopped that was it. She wouldn't be able to move again for a week.

She could hear people yelling out her name as she continued to run down the hall and stairs, she ignored them though. She needed to find John and soon because her legs felt tingly, which is never a good thing. She rounded the corner into the main hallway and her body came to a full halt. There he was, sitting in one of the padded chairs lined up the hall walls. A laugh escaped through her pants and she managed to say his name. Then she couldn't feel anything. Her vision went black and her legs caved underneath her.

She heard several blurred voices yelling her name. John and Logan being the loudest of the all. Then everything was dark and quiet and numb.

* * *

John was sitting the main hall, debating what he should really do. He would cross all lines if he voluntarily went back to Rogue. Not only that but it would break all his rules. She wasn't a mutant anymore, but she was Rogue. The only one in this place he could stand…even if she was a normal human.

A small laugh caught his attention and broke him from his thoughts. Next he heard his name from a distressed familiar voice. When he looked up he saw something completely unexpected. Rogue was standing at the end of the hall, at least she had pants on, smiling at him. He was about to smile back when her eyes rolled back and her legs collapsed under her. In less than a second he was running towards her, yelling her name. Only he wasn't alone. Logan beat him there, having to slide under her to catch her.

"Rogue!" Logan boomed, shedding his flannel shirt off the act as a pillow for her head.

She wasn't responding though. Her eyes were closed and she wasn't moving. Panic embedded itself in John's brain as he watched Logan check for a pulse on her. During which a crowd had began to form.

"Logan what happened?!" Bobby burst through the crowd, Kitty close at hand.

"She was running for some reason. Wouldn't listen to anyone when they told her to stop. Where were you Bobby?!" Logan snapped back.

"I was taking care of something!" Then Bobby's eyes caught something. It was something that was out of place and didn't belong. "It was you."

John knew he was speaking to him.

"You did this to her! If you would have just left her alone like I told you she wouldn't have worried about you! She wouldn't be here right now! Its all your fault! I'll kill you if she dies!" Bobby's threat didn't mean anything to John. It was all just a show for everyone gathered around.

If Bobby was playing his part, John had to play his, "As if. If the twit came running out here it isn't my fault. I was minding my own business."

"Would you two old women shut-up and move!? I've got to get her to the hospital ward." Logan had lifted Rogue up, cradling her head against his chest.

"She didn't wake-up?" Bobby turned his attention back to Rogue.

"This isn't last time. She isn't dead, but she isn't responding." Logan commented as he bolted down the hall.

Bobby followed Logan, and after that the whole crowd just dissipated. Leaving John and Kitty.

"Don't stare at me. It isn't my fault." He snapped at her.

"Only really?" Her eyes narrowed at him.

"If the fault goes to anyone, its you and Ice-prick. If you two would quit screwing around you might realize she is SICK. Something that is not my fault either. So, sorry, but for once, no blame can go to me." John walked past her, in the opposite direction Logan had gone.

"You're not going to check on her?"

"She is Bobby's girlfriend not mine. He is a big boy, he can handle it." John added then started up the stairs to go to his room.

He wanted to go check on her, but Bobby was there. If she woke-up to him and Bobby fighting, it might just cause her to pass out again. What did Logan mean, this isn't last time?

John pounded his fist again the staircase wall, leaving a small charred dent in it. He didn't noticed though, he just continued on to his room.

What if it was his fault? What if she was coming to check on him cause he wasn't there when she woke-up? What if she does die? This wasn't defiantly something that qualified with over-stressing for her.

Why was he stressing so much over her? Just because she was nice to him a few times, and he helped her once didn't mean anything! It surely didn't give him grounds for worrying over her like he is.

As if to prove him wrong, his mind flashed pictures of everything from earlier. Her cuddled up against him. Thanking him for coming. The way her breath felt on his neck. Then it replayed Logan saying he was the only one who could help her.

He slammed his door shut and threw himself down into the office chair sitting at his desk. How was he supposed to sit here, not knowing if she is alive or dead, for hours? If he is the only thing that can help her why is he even sitting here?

Cause its not his job to help her! His Pyro personality was beginning to show again. She isn't his problem, she is Bobby's!

He is the only she trusts though. The only one who can really help her. The one person who she seeks out.

"Good Lord! How did things get so freakin complicated!"

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RAWR