I am so sorry that I have not updated this in so long! My computer has been non existant for a while but now I'm up and running again. I hope that this fic has not gone cold and that you all enjoy the next few installments.

A/N: Like always I own nothing but my character. Yada, yada, yada.

Pyro and Jessica moved into a small hospital-green house on the eastside of town. It wasn't glamourous or the type you see in a magazine but it was a place where they didn't have to follow any rules. They could leave the cereal boxes out on the table, they could leave their towel on the bathroom floor, they could stay up as late as they wanted to. John had somehow gotten his family's estate when his aunt died and promptly liquidated it. The money he received was going towards the payment on the house they were living in. John and Jessica were sitting at the kitchen table eating dinner when there was a knock on the door.

John got up to answer it. To his surprise there stood Bobby Drake and Rogue. They looked dressed-to-the-nines and ready to go out.

"What are you doin' here" John spat.

"We came to see the new place," Bobby answered with his usual toothy grin.

John was on his guard. This happy, "we're cool" shit wasn't flying with him.

"You guys wanna to come in," he said.

"Sure,"

John stepped aside to let Bobby and Rogue step inside the shabby house. The walked into the living room area and sat down on the couch that Jessica had bought from a yard sale. It was

from the seventies, all pasty flowers and rough fabric.

Bobby and Rogue came into the livingroom and sat down on said couch looking quite uncomfortable.

"Welcome to the humble abode," Pyro asked sarcastically.

"Yeah it's. . . nice," Bobby said looking around at the drab room.

"Best we could do," Pyro mused.

"Yeah, it's um, great," Rogue said.

"What are you guys doing here," Jessica asked peeking through the kitchen door. She did not look happy that these two love-birds had interrupted their dinner. Still, she tried to make polite and entered the living room talking like a good hostess. She took Rogue on a tour of the small apartment leaving Bobby and John in the living room. The fire walker and the ice maker looked at each other, each staying silent trying their hardest to think of something to say. It wasn't easy standing in the same room with the person who betrayed you.

"So," Bobby said hesitantly.

"So," John matched.

"You like living on your own," Bobby finally managed.

"Yeah, it's not to shabby. No one to bug me, no curfew, no stuffed up teachers, no people to backstab me.."

Bobby looked over at John, this character of a guy. The guy who thought he was a macho man but, he was really afraid of the world and how it saw him. Bobby knew John was just that scared little boy he has always been. Life set him up for failure and it was John's biggest fear. After Rogue's tour of the apartment she and Jessica joined the boys. The didn't have much to say to each other.

"Well, I think we need to be going," Bobby finally said after an agonizing half hour.

Rogue nodded and followed behind Bobby like a dog on a leash. Jessica always thought Rogue would be better off with Logan. There was a sexual chemistry there and no one in the whole mansion could deny it. Instead, there she was trailing after Bobby who couldn't grasp who she was and, Logan was still trailing after Jean's ghost. They needed each other, Jessica thought.

After the happy couple left John and Jessica finished their dinner, watched a little t.v. and then went to bed. Now, they could do whatever they wanted in their bed. Both were ecstatic about that. On this night though, they were both too tired to even think about screwing each other. They were sound asleep in minutes. Neither of them heard the sound of scraping outside the bedroom window.

A stranger had entered their home. Uninvited, unwelcome, and they were looking for Jessica!