Bobby stared up at the ceiling in his room – his room at Magneto's mansion. It was an odd feeling, but he couldn't go back to Xavier's. He couldn't face her, and all of the teachers and students who had been present at the fight. Most of all at this moment, he couldn't bear to face Pyro, who had taken something so special from him.

He heard a knock at the door and rolled over, expecting to face Magneto. He didn't quite know how to react to the man who had thrice attempted to kill his girlfriend – indirectly, but instead he came face to face with the girl.

"Hey," she said softly stepping into the room. He nodded an ambivalent greeting. "I'm Shane." She held out a soft, dark hand and he shook it, freezing it slightly. She smiled. "Well, that's different."

"Than what?"

"Well, I date Pyro. Use your imagination."

Bobby nodded again, and stood up. "What do you all want with me?"

"Excuse me?" She asked, taken aback.

"Why am I here?" He barked, crossing his arms after thumbing his nose. She stood up to face him and was decidedly much shorter.

"I have no agenda, believe it or not. I'm here because I have nowhere else to go, and correct me if I'm wrong but you seem to be in the same predicament. You were shitfaced and we could have left your drunk mutant ass in the street for the cops, but I asked Pyro to bring you here. You can leave anytime you want." Her eyes were growing, almost entirely black now.

He stared her down for a few seconds. "Fine," he spat and grabbed his jacket and walked briskly to the door of his room, but stopped suddenly when Shane grasped his hand. A feeling shot through his arm and pulled at his stomach and groin from the inside out. He felt as if his eyes were rolling in the back of his head and his heart sped up as he spun around and gripped her face, kissing her harshly. She gasped in surprise and let go of his hand as he continued kissing her, but only for a few seconds. Bobby pulled his face from Shane's quickly.

"Oh God, I am so sorry," she ejected, smoothing out her hair.

"What the hell just happened?"

"I have to go."

She seemed to speed down the hallway towards her room as Bobby stood breathless in his doorway. He looked down at his own arousal, quite confused.


A few minutes later, Bobby stepped out of a very cold shower – save a few ice crystals on his back, he was stark naked from head to toe. That's when he yelped, and quickly grabbed a towel from near him and wrapped it around himself.

"Always so modest," Pyro chuckled, splashing some water on his face.

"What the hell are you doing in here, man?"

"I feel I should be asking you the same question. My girl makes me call my fucking warden to drag your drunk ass here and–"

"Spare me the guilt trip, alright?"

"Yeah, Shane told me about that." Iceman raised his eyebrows. "She was kind of upset." Pyro stepped closer to him. "I don't know what you did, but if I see her upset again because of you," he popped his gum for a second, pointing arrogantly at Bobby. "I will break you."

"What now, John, are you gonna tell me to stay away from your girl?" Pyro didn't reply, and simply walked away, smirking.


Marie looked up as a knock emanated through her room. Ororo stood in her doorway, her sad sympathetic eyes leering.

"What do you want?"

"You haven't been eating. The staff and I are worried about you, Rogue. So are the students. Do you – want to talk about it?"

"About what? I couldn't touch my boyfriend or do anything else and then I screw up and he just leaves. He wouldn't even listen."

"Rogue, how did you screw up?"

"No one knows what it's like. I can't even brush someone's cheek."

"What happened, Marie?"

"I don't want to talk about it. Get out."


"GET THE FUCK OUT!" She barked, and Storm left quickly.


"We're losing her," she stated calmly to the X-Men, gathered in Xavier's office.

"What do you mean?"

"We have to get Bobby back. She loved him, Logan. We all loved Jean and she left. It hurt Rogue too, but now Rogue's lost Bobby – this is going to hurt her even worse, and we might lose her."

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" Logan barked from the corner of the room. "She's not gonna kill herself over some stupid boy. She's better than that."

"A death doesn't always have to be physical." The Professor stated, and the group resounded in unexpressed agreement.


Shane rolled over in her bed, and half-smiled when she saw Pyro leaning against her wall, bopping a tiny flame from each finger to the next.

"You don't have to take care of me."

"I know." He sat down on the edge of her bed. "It's rare that I care about anything, but I just wanted to check up on you. You seemed pretty tore up earlier. I gave Iceboy a talkin'-to."

"You shouldn't have done that. It was my fault."

"What was?"

"Oh, nothing. It's just.. Nevermind, we agreed no pasts, right?"

"Do you have a past with Iceman?"

"Oh, God, no." She giggled.

"Mmm," he seemed to growl. "That's a sound I like." He nuzzled up to her neck, running his tongue along her soft skin.

"Pyro, baby – no, okay? I'm not in a sexual place right now."


"I'm just not that into it right now."

"Are you kidding me?"

"Don't become this boy, alright?" She stared him down, and he nodded.

"It's cool, honey. I mean, I got hands for a reason." He said, and slinked out of the room, a little pissed off.