Disclaimer: I don't own the x-men I know a travesty isn't it?

A/N: I know I have two other stories I really should be finishing, but this little fic came to me in the middle of the night last night and well I started writing it in my "fan-fic" Notebook and well now it's like fifteen pages long. So I think now is a good time to post it.

I watched in sickening realization as my so called "family" promptly turned there leather clad backs towards me. And for what reasons you may ask? They did there horrible deed unknowingly because they were to near sighted for there own good.

The cure they believed I had so full heartedly taken with out a second glance back was nothing more than my muse. An idea I had phantom while they fought gallantly in a battle fit for Kings and they're loyal Knights.

I watched there return from a far. Torn, blooded and defeated they appeared from the black recesses of the Blackbird. Hate and fear forever filling there hearts. Knowledge of a cruel world, that I had already seen through the many eyes of others, rested firmly upon there innocent souls.

I had never, in all of my life and in the lives of others seen such dejected hero's before. Curiosity about there arrival baffled my inner voices into an eerie silence.

Storm immediately took for her beloved garden, slowly shedding her torn uniform as she went.

Logan sauntered off into the surrounding woodlands. Hearing painful howls in the distance as his shadow disappeared into the darkness of the woods. Knowing full well he wouldn't be returning to the civilized world anytime soon.

The rest of the hero's of a battle won were left to there own devices. I stared as Bobby and his precious Kitty-Cat made there way to the small study. To allow the horrors of today's events to finally set in. I cursed loudly as Bobby, my Bobby, clung desperately to the sobbing Kitty. Watching as his hands, his bare hands, stroked her red, tear streaked face.

Then hours later as I sat quietly awaiting the return of my Bobby, I sat patiently on the edge of his bed. Staring wordlessly at my secret possession, placed firmly in my hand was the only piece of him that I had left.

Waiting for Bobby to come and bring me news of him, I held his Zippo lighter; creating the familiar and audible clicking noise I had become so fond of. He had giving it to me only a day before the finally battle was fought. I never really understood why the men in my life decided that the most noblest thing they could do for me was give me there most precious possessions.

"It's all I have in this world," John had whispered in my ear that night.

"No John," I replied, "it's not." I told him as I felt his fiery kiss on my soft, pale lips. His desperation clear in the way he fought against my mouth.

I smile now thinking back to that day, our day. The day he taught me control and the day we found and lost one another. I continued to stare at the sliver lighter in my hand. My mind replaying the pervious day's events in my head. Permitting time and space to intermingle as I continued to allow my day dream to take full effect.

"Rogue?" I heard from the door of the room, I almost didn't respond. Bobby had always called me Rogue. He had always called me Marie, never Rogue. Of course that really wasn't Bobby's fault, I never told him it was Marie, but that's a different matter all together.

"Bobby," I responded listlessly as I slowly pulled my self out my blissful revere. I slide the lighter into my pocket, completely aware of Bobby's questionable gaze lingering between the lighter and my bare hands.

"Tell me," I said with a dead like tone. Ominous with defiance laced firmly through it.

"We won, Leech is down stairs with Dr, McCoy," Bobby told me with naïve inhibitions.

"I know that Bobby, tell me what I want to know," I whispered the all knowing truth only words away.

"Jean is dead, Logan, he had no choice. Magneto was cured and taken into custody," he told me in a fearless leader sort of way, almost sadly like Scott.

"Tell me….tell me about John," I asked. No more like demanded from him, I needed to know. I blinked back tears that would undoubtedly come as soon as the inevitable words were spoken.

"We fought, I knocked him unconscious. I really don't know after that," Bobby spoke with regret as tears silently flowed down my pale cheeks.

"Thank you for telling me," I told him as I moved towards him. I moved to place a bare hand upon his cheek. He flinched visibly and I sighed in contempt, my hand falling limply to my side.

"He never flinched," I said not meaning to say it allowed.

"Who never flinched?" Bobby asked hurt clearly laced in with his words at my omission.

"A Ghost from the past, no one important," I said with a sad smile as I pushed past him. Back towards the sanctuary of my room, back to my life of solitude.

A/N: No this is not a one shot, it's a continuing piece. I hope you like it though, so can you guess where this is going? I wrote like another two chapters worth but
I don't think it's as deep as this first chapter so I may do a re-write and see where it gets me.

So enjoy and press that cute little blue button at the bottom and do what I know you readers do best. ;)