In a forest a mile away from the school grounds were too mutants. One pinning up a tent and one staring into the fire that he had built mere seconds ago, when the sun went down. Both, of them there to scout.
"Are you just going to sit there or are you going to help and pin your own tent up?" Asked the blue skinned, red haired mutant.
Pyro looked away from his obsession and glared at Mystique. He stood up and started to walk away from their camp.
"Where do you think your going?" Mystique asked.
Pyro turned around, "We're here to scout the school. So, I'm going to scout. Stay here." He was about to turn around.
"And if I don't..." Mystique egged him on. She knew about his change and why. Of course she knew why. She had to know. Besides it was her daughter he left almost eight years ago. The only person she ever told was Magneto. And that's why Eric sent them. Mystique told him everything. He was her lover after all and you confide almost everything with your companion. And she told him everything. Even about their return to the school. And Eric thought Pyro had the right to know. Deep down he really is a good man, Mystique thought.
Pyro glared at her, "This is my mission. I'm in charge. You listen to me, understand?"
Mystique only nodded. And Pyro walked off.
Peyton escaped from her room and crept out to the gardens Storm had showed her earlier. She walked around, really hoping that she wouldn't get caught, it was twelve o'clock. She needed a breather. She'd been on the road for almost a week and now she was meeting mutants left and right. She was only eight and she felt like she could just fall and sleep, she was so tired. But, she couldn't sleep.
Peyton went over and watched some fireflies that surrounded some roses. She always loved them. She liked to watch and see if their lower glowing halves would burn something. It was a bit deranged, yes, but her mom told her she got it from her father. Apparently he loved to set things on fire, just like her.
Peyton held up her hand and there a flame danced in her palm. She watched it and smiled. Her mother had told her that there used to be a cure and she took it. She couldn't understand that. Her mother's gift was apart of who she was. How could you destroy apart of yourself? But, then again her mother had her powers back. So, every time Peyton thought about it, the thought would usually die down.
She picked a rose and sat it on the cement walkway. And then she sat down with her legs crossed, and put the rose to fire. She watched as the flame engulfed the beautiful thing. She smelt as the burning threw off the rose's scent a little more and then started to small charred. She smiled while she watched the flame.
About twenty feet away, Pyro was crouched down. Watching the girl. He smiled as he saw her mutation. She was a Pyromaniac. And he envied her gift of creating fire.
He watched as she set the flower aflame and stared at it. The girl reminded him a lot of himself. She was obsessed with fire as well, by the looks of it. It was kind of funny, because not only her obsession reminded him of himself. But, her looks as well. Her hair, he really didn't see her eyes. So, only her hair.
Pyro then saw someone coming. He couldn't see who it was because it was dark. But when it got closer to the girl. He froze in his spot. It was her. It was... It was her. He watched as a gloved hand came and rested on the girls shoulder, the girl jumped a little and when she turned around she smiled and slightly glared.
"Mom!" He heard the fire obsessed kid say. And Pyro's mouth fell.
"Sorry, hun. But, what are you doin' out here?" He heard Rogue ask.
The girl rolled her eyes, "I needed a breather, ok. Plus, I couldn't get any sleep. My roommates are cool and everything. But, they talk constantly."
"And there is a burnin' rose, because..."
"I needed to set something on fire. I was thinking about the mansion, but with all the people I could never get away with it." The girl said sarcastically. Pyro still just watched. No, It can't be. I'm not... No...
"Ya just like ya father, Peyton Allerdyce." Rogue said and Pyro felt a little dizzy. "Now, lets get inside before you catch ya death, out in this New York weatha."
"Alright." Peyton told Rogue and stopped the rose from burning, which it wasn't quite a rose any longer, but mostly ashes.
Peyton took her moms hand and Rogue helped her up. And then they started to walk off. Pyro watched as they left. He felt slightly sick. And dizzy. And then darkness covered his flaming world.
"Pyro. Pyro. Pyro!" yelled a pissed off voice.
Pyro's eyes started to blink open and he saw Mystique standing over him. He rubbed his eyes and sat up. Why the hell was he on the ground?
"What time is it?" he asked.
"Around one in the morning." Mystique told him. Her voice a little serene. "What happened?" She asked.
"I...There...They..." He stumbled over his word, "Nothing, go back to the camp. I'll be there in a little while."
Mystique only nodded and headed back in the direction of the camp. She knew what happened she saw it all. Her granddaughter, her daughter, Pyro fainting... But, she'd keep it to herself. No one could know Rogue and Peyton were apart of her family, except Eric of course.
Pyro walked out of the forest and onto the school grounds. He needed to find Rogue. He needed to talk to her.
Rogue tucked Peyton in and kissed her forehead. She was grateful that she could actually touch her daughter without fear of killing her.
"Ah love you." Rogue told her.
"I love you too, mom." Peyton said and turned over to go to sleep.
Rogue left the room of sleeping girls and went to the kitchen. She went to a cupboard and smiled as she saw they still kept the popcorn there. She took a bag and stuck in into the microwave. Turning around she almost leapt out of her skin.
"Bobby! What the hell?" She said grabbing her heart. "You tryin' to give me a heart attack or somethin'?"
"Sorry, I just... Who's Peyton's father?" Bobby asked. He had met the girl earlier today and he needed to know.
"Peyton's father is the only man I've eva been with. Nawt that it's any of ya business." Rogue told him.
"So it's true, you are a traitor." Bobby said slightly sad.
Rogue scoffed, "Save me the dramatics, Bobby." She then turned around when the microwave started to beep and she took her popcorn out.
"You slept with the enemy, Rogue." Bobby said threw gritted teeth.
Rogue rolled her eyes, "Ah was 'cured', Bobby. Ah didn't have any enemies. And ah still don't."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Bobby asked.
"It means, ah'm neutral to what's goin' on in this war. Ah'm not gonna choose sides. Whoeva wins, wins." She said pouring her popcorn into a bowl.
"But, you're an X-Men." Bobby stated.
"No, ah'm nawt, Bobby. Ah haven't been an X-Men for almost nine years. Ah'm here for ma daughter, that's all." Rogue told him and walked out of the Kitchen.
Rogue walked to her door in the Adult sleeping quarters. She opened it and stepped in. Going over to the bed and setting her popcorn down. She went over and got a soda from the little mini frig, courtesy of Logan. She then sat down on the bed, popcorn in lap.
She turned the bed side lamp on and when she looked up she screamed. She brought a hand to her mouth and her breathing was erratic. The popcorn bowl fell to the floor and she was almost going into hysterics from the slight fear.
"Rogue." He said, "I'm not here to hurt you."
Rogue's breathing was still off as she asked, "Why are you here?"
"Rogue..." He didn't know how to go about this, what was he supposed to say? "Why does she have my last name?" He asked.
Rogue froze. He knew. Oh, ma god, she thought.
"Rogue?" He asked through gritted teeth.
Rogue felt the tears fill her eyes, "You left. You just left..." She said as the tears fell down her cheeks, "Ah didn't know where to find you. Ah wanted to tell you. Ah wanted you to be there. But, ah didn't know where you were. You just left, John..." she said covering her face with her bare hands.
John looked at her, his eyes wide, with that he had his answer. And he felt terrible. He left her. He left her with a baby to raise all on her own. "Oh, god." he said and sat in the chair in the corner of the room.
Rogue looked up at him tears running down her face.
"Ah'm sorry." She told him.
John started to shake his head, "No, no don't be." He stood up and walked over to her sitting on the bed. "Don't ever be sorry, Rogue."
Rogue only nodded. And then she felt skin on skin contact. John was holding her hand. She suddenly tried to pull away, she didn't want to hurt him, but he didn't let her. He kept hold of her hand. And nothing happened. Rogue couldn't feel the pulling that usually occurred when people touched her skin.
"Ah'm nawt hurtin' you, Why?" Rogue asked.
John shrugged, "Who knows." He said, "God, I'm sorry." He could feel the tears sting the corners of his eyes. "You were with the Ice-Cube. I thought you would think it was a mistake."
"That's why you left?" Rogue asked and John gave a nod, "Well, just so you know. Ah broke up with Bobby before ah gawt the 'cure'. Ah caught him kissin' Kitty."
"That basterd, I knew I should have never left." John said. "What's her full name?" John asked.
Rogue smiled, "Peyton Pyro D'Ancanto Allerdyce."
John smiled, "Pyro?" Rogue just nodded, "What's her favorite color?"
"Red and Orange." John smirked, "And she also is obsessed with fire. In Alaska she kept settin' kids desks on fire." Rogue told him and he laughed, "And she's gawt ya hair and eyes, nawt to mention ya attitude. Pretty much she's all you."
"She looks like you too." John told her, "When I saw her out there with you. You two looked alike."
Rogue looked down at their hands. They were still intertwined.
"Ah've missed you." She told him. Now, looking in his eyes.
"I've missed you too."
A/N: Here's the next chapter I hope you liked it. :)