A few weeks had passed since they rescued Amara. She still hadn't woken up and John never left her side. He would have been quite content on not even taking a shower just to spend more time with her if it weren't for Hank demanding that he do so stating that when Amara woke up she wouldn't want to be near him due to his horrible stench.

Amara's condition hadn't been very well in the beginning. As it was, Stryker did indeed whip her… and worse. He had electric shocked her as well. Amara was a strong girl; she wasn't going to tell any of the enemies the information they wanted. She was so brave and despite it all, John was proud of her. They were so lucky to have Hank around; he was a magnificent doctor. Of course, he couldn't heal Amara completely; he wasn't a miracle worker. When she woke up they were going to have to do a lot of work with her ribs and she was always going to have those scars.

He wanted her to wake up. He had so much he wanted to say to her… so much he needed to say to her. He needed to say how sorry he was and how much he really did love her.

As usual, John was at his post; at Amara's bedside holding her hand. His thumb rubbed the skin of her hand. She was getting warmer now. Hank said that she'd probably be back to her normal temperature in another week.

John was dozing off now. He hadn't slept in a few days. His eyelids felt heavy and his mind was screaming at him to sleep. But he was fighting it.


His eyes suddenly snapped open at the sound Amara just made. His eyes landed on her face and her eyes were squeezed shut until slowly they opened revealing confused hazel eyes.

John felt his heart suddenly beat a mile a minute. She was finally awake! He'd been waiting so long to see those eyes. "Mara?" He spoke, his grip tightening around her hand.

She looked over to him quickly, eyes still filled with confusion. "J-John… where am I?" She asked weakly.

"Yer in Genoshia, luv. Yer safe." He said feeling relief washing over him. That relief quickly melted away when Amara snatched her hand out of his. "Mara?"

"Don't touch me." She nearly hissed out.

John should have known this would happen. He should have known that he would have been the last person she wanted to see. He was the man who broke her heart; he had hurt her. Why would he even dare go near the thought that she wanted to see him?

"Luv, I—"

"Go away… and don't call me that!" She demanded through clenched teeth. Finally, after three years of their break-up, she was letting the bottled up anger out.

John could feel his heart breaking. He briefly wondered if this was how she felt when he was breaking up with her. "Jus' listen to what I got to say and—"

"I don't want to listen to you, John… just please go away." She was pleading with him now. That was like an arrow going straight through the heart.

He wasn't going to give up though. "Mara, I lo—"

"Don't you dare say it!" She snapped, eyes burning like wild fire. "You have no right to say that to me."

"Amara," He was using her full name now. "Please…"

Now it was his turn to plead, which of course was very much unlike him and he was uncomfortable with it. But more than anything he wanted her to listen to him. He needed to tell her how incredibly sorry he was, and how much of a huge mistake he made those three years ago.

She looked away from him and up at the ceiling. "Go. Away." She told him firmly.

John opened his mouth to say something else… but he found that he couldn't speak. There was nothing that he could say to Amara. She didn't want to talk to him; she didn't even want to see him. It hurt, but John got up and he left the infirmary. His head was hung low and defeat weighed heavily on his shoulders.

Amara didn't watch him leave just has he watched her leave three years ago.

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"Amara, I think you should go talk to him." A very pregnant Kitty Pryde-Alvers said to her friend one day while they were lounging in the com-room.

Although Amara knew perfectly well who the soon to be mother was talking about, she decided to play dumb. "Talk to whom?"

It's been a whole month since Amara was rescued from William Stryker's evil grasp. She's healed a lot since then with the help of Hank McCoy. She hadn't spoken to John since the day she woke up in the infirmary. But who could blame her? She wasn't comfortable speaking to the man who broke her heart.

Kitty rolled her eyes. "Don't play coy, Amara. John's pretty much miserable."

"Good, I want him to be." Amara replied bitterly.

"Now I know that isn't you talking, Amara, I know you." Kitty said quickly. "The Amara I know would never wish pain on anyone, especially on someone that she loves."

"I don't love John!" Amara was quick to deny that, but even to her own ears it sounded like a lie.

"Oh, please, Amara. As much as you try to make it seem like you despise him to the very core, I see those secret glances you send him when you think no one's watching." Kitty said knowingly.

Amara's cheeks turned a deep crimson red. She would have denied it, but that would have been useless. Kitty saw with her own eyes and Amara would just look like a fool trying to deny what other's saw. "Kitty, I can't just go talk to him after all these years as if nothing happened." She said sadly.

Kitty sent her friend a sympathetic look. "I know it's not easy. Trust me I know, but you can't let something from the past destroy your future with the one that you love." She said wisely, and Kitty knew what she was talking about; she and Lance almost lost each other plenty of times. "It's just unfair to both you and John."

Amara was silent. She wasn't really sure how to respond to Kitty's words. She was conflicted between the past and her heart. Her mind just kept reminding her of the horrible break-up while her heart screamed at her to forget about the past and move on. "I'll think about it… about talking to him."

Kitty seemed both satisfied and disappointed with that. "Alright… but you should think fast or else you'll both be hurting even more." She said before carefully getting up from the couch, hand on stomach. "Now, I have to go to the restroom. It feels like Junior is pushing against my bladder." The pregnant woman said miserably before walking out of the com-room and towards the bathrooms.

Amara was left there to ponder Kitty's previous words alone.

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Amara found that she was still confused an hour later. She wished that love wasn't this complicated. She wished that she could just figure out her feelings and be done with it. But of course things couldn't be that easy. Things had to be hard and difficult, and more than anything Amara just wanted to figure out what she was feeling for John. This is exactly why she is now knocking on his door. She needed to figure things out and it just occurred to her that she needed John's help in order to do so.

And before she could even change her mind and run, a sleepy John opened his door. Amara rolled her eyes; of course this lazy bum would be sleeping at 8:30 PM. "John, we need to talk." She stated pushing him back into the room.

John was now fully awake, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Mara?" He asked, briefly wondering if he was just imagining all of this. The Nova Roman princess gave him a stern look and he swallowed. "Wot would you like to talk 'bout?"

"Us. I would like to talk about us." She replied and his features brightened. "Don't get your hopes up, John." She told him firmly. His features immediatly fell. "Now, I want you to know that I'm very confused."

"Bout wot exactly, luv? 'Bout how we're still in love wit' each other? Cause I can tell ya it's simple; we're meant to be together." He said taking a step closer to her.

She narrowed her eyes at him. "You didn't seem to think that three years ago, and that's what I'm confused about."

John felt frustration itching at his skin. "I made a mistake, Mara. Are ya ever gonna forgive me for that?" He asked desperately.

"You're not supposed to make mistakes when it comes to love!" She countered, sounding very much like a child who wasn't getting their way just about ready to stomp their feet.

"Who in the bloody hell put tha' idea in yer head?" He asked incredulously. "Love ain't easy, Mara, and I'm sure that ya know that. Every single day I regret leavin' ya. Every single fuckin' day. I know 'ow much of an idiot I was and more than anythin' I'd love to fix thin's, but you bloody won't let me!"

"Oh, please, John, stop trying to make yourself the victim. I was the one who was hurt, you were the one who caused all the damage between us." She snapped right back. "Don't blame me for not running back into your arms just because you decided to love me again."

"I decided te love you again?" He was close to shouting. "Ye don't jus' decide to love someone. I don't know how thin's work for ye in Nova Roma, princess, but normally people don't decide to fall in love." He said mocking formality. Steam was starting to come out of Amara's ears... literally. "Oh and by the way, if I did 'ave a choice in fallin' in love wit' ye or not, I wouldn't! It's a nightmare being in love wit' a woman who'd hold a grudge till the end of bloody time!"

Amara was now in full magma form. Her fists were clenched at her sides and if there was a volcano near by, it would have exploded. "How dare you speak to mae that way! After all you've done to me, you have no right to talk to me like that!"

But John wasn't listening to her. He was in a daze... like he usually was when he saw Amara in her fiery form. He was addicted to the flame and when she looked like that... well, he just couldn't control himself. Amara knew this look all too well. "John... don't you dare!"

But it was too late, she felt him take control of her flame and with his power he dragged her to him, ignoring her shouting at him to stop. He crushed her flaming body to his, he wrapped his arms around her body happily, and then he kissed her full on the lips. He hot lips against his was like heaven (well, only to him magma lips would be like heaven). Amara opened her mouth to protest, but that just gave John the chance to slide his tongue into her mouth and brush it against hers.

At the moment, Amara lost full control of her conscious. It had been so long since they kissed and she lost herself in the sweet sensation. Her body reacted naturally to his touch. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her tongue brushed against his in return. She felt John let go of her powers but she didn't stop kissing him. She was doing this all on her free will. Her heart was making her do this because it ached for John. Her heart belonged to him. Completely.

John felt joy wash over him when Amara didn't pull away from him after he let go of her flame. She wanted this as much as he did. She extinguished her flame so now she was just normal Amara instead of fiery Magma. He held her closer to him, never wanting to let go. It felt like his heart was going to explode from the happiness.

Unfortunately, it was then Amara suddenly stopped. She pulled away from him. John felt his hear drop to his stomach when he saw fear in her big hazel eyes. "Wot's wrong?" He asked, not having a very good feeling about this.

"I-I, um..." She suddenly pushed herself out of his arms completely. "I have to go." And then she ran out of his room.

John found that he couldn't chase after the frightened woman. He squeezed his eyes shut and punched the wall. "Shit!"

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Late at night, probably around two-thirty AM, there was someone sneaking into John's room. They tiptoed over to his bed and started poking his bare back. John muttered a few things before weakly slapping the assailant's hand away from him.

"John, wake up!" Came Amara's harsh whisper.

His eyes snapped open and he sat up on his bed. He looked over to the dark skinned girl with wide eyes. "Mara... what're ye doin' here?" He asked groggily.

She bit down on her bottom lip lightly before replying. "I came to apologize."

John was clearly baffled. "Wot?" He asked looking at her as if she'd just grown a second head.

"I'm sorry about running away from you earlier. I was just... I was scared." She explained.

He blinked. "Ye were scared o' me?" He asked fearing the worst.

"No!" She said quickly. "I was scared of how strongly my heart was pulled to you. I was scared of how much my heart wanted... no, needed you even after you broke it. I was confused and I reacted stupidly." She said bowing her head.

She was upset with herself. John would have none of this. He took her hand and pulled her down onto the bed so they were face to face. "Now, luv, I don't wanna hear ye talkin' like that. If anyone here is stupid, it's me for causin' this whole mess." He said cupping her chek and resting his forehead against hers. I wanna fix this though. I wanna fix us."

"I want to fix us too." She told him honestly.

Then John brought her into his arms and he held her close. Finally, after three years he was getting a chance to clean up the mess that he made.

And then Amara started kissing his shoulder... his bare shoulder. He felt his most intimate body part react to that. He pulled back a bit. "Yer sure you wanna fo this, luv?" He asked seriously while his mind was yelling at him to shut-up and not ruin the moment.

Amara seemed to be thinking the same thing because she rolled her eyes. "John, we're not two teenage virgins. We're adults and it's been three years since the last time we've had sex together; of course I'm sure."

"Can't argue wit' that." He said and then crushed his lips against hers.

He kissed every single one of her scars that night, letting her know that as long as he lived not one more scar would blemish her beautiful skin. That night he made love to her, reasurring her that he would never leave her again. He whispered sweet nothings to her, telling her that he would love her until the end of time.

He did this tonight and he would do this every night for the rest of their lives.

A/N: Well this is the end. I know this story wasn't much but as I stated before this was originally supposed to be a long one-shot. I'm in the midst of writing another Amyro story. This pairing honesting doesn't get enough love. I know they're non-canon, but I like to keep my imagination as widespread as possible.

I hope you all enjoyed this story. And thanks to everyone who reviewed, I really do appreciate it.

I do NOT own X-men Evolution or any of it's characters.