*~*This is my first ever X-men story and my first ever Pyro/Rogue. I've been having the urge to write this story for a really long time. Plus the Ryro catalogue on this sight is basically nonexistent. This prologue is set after X3, but the others chapters will be during X2. The rating is M for a reason. Enjoy!

"How long has this been going on?"

"Is it any of your business?"

"Where is he?"

"Shouldn't you know by now?"

"Do you know what's been happening?"

"Why should I care about other people?"

"Why don't you come back?"

"What's the point?"

"Did you take the cure?"

"Why would I do that if I already have control?"

"When did you get control?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"You should just answer the questions, Rogue, instead of throwing them back at me."

"Should I, Logan? It's not like you care."

Rogue was leaning back in her chair, a blank look was on her face and she kept on glancing at the door. She wanted him out and soon. She didn't want any member of the X-men near her, they might try to convince her to go back to the mansion.

She shook her head to clear her thoughts and continued to glare at the Wolverine. He didn't get the hint that she wanted him gone and if it came down to a fight; she sighed at the thought.

"Why did he leave?" Logan suddenly asked, knowing that this topic would strike a chord with her and as expected she snapped.

"Fuck you, Logan. If you wanna know why John left, it's cause he wanted to be free. I don't know why you're here, but tell Storm and the rest of those bastards that I ain't coming back. I have this baby growin' inside me. I don't have time for this petty war so why don't you give that message to those stupid idiots back at the mansion."

She stood up from her chair and walked over to the door, opening it and motioning for him to leave.

Logan stood there in shock. He couldn't wrap his head around the fact that his Marie was pregnant, much less that the Firebug was the one who knocked her up. That bastard left her to join the Brotherhood for fuck's sake. Logan couldn't help but free his claws and shred the sofa he was sitting on moments ago.

Rogue sighed before channeling her inner Magneto and yelled out, "Enough!" Logan suddenly stopped, retracting his claws while panting heavily.

He stood before her and looked down at her. While gazing at her face, he couldn't find the girl he crossed paths with back in that bar so long ago. He found a confident young women that had fire in her eyes. He knew that she would be okay living by herself, well her and a kid inside her.

"Rogue. Is this what you really want? I can always find that son of a bitch and bring him-"

She raised a hand in protest and shook her head. Tears were already welling inside her eyes. He really needed to leave.

"If he wants to be a part of this, he'll come. Just go back, Logan."

He wanted to hug her and tell her everything would be okay, but it was totally out of his nature. She was tough enough, she wouldn't want his pity.

He walked to the door and before he stepped outside he said with a slight smile, "You know where to find me, Rogue."

He turned to leave, he barely heard her whisper but he heard it. "Marie," she said. Logan turned around and repeated her whisper then closed the door on his way out.

He really hoped that it all worked out for her. If she was so confident about what she was doing then he had no reason to stay there. Rogue was going to do this, he knew it, but that didn't stop him from wanting to kill that arrogant pyromaniac.

John put her into this shitty mess and he was gonna have to man the fuck up. No more running and hiding from all his problems. He had a kid now, whether he liked it or not. And Rogue really wanted him in her life, even though she acts like she doesn't. Mother fucking John and his cowardice.

Logan smirked as he walked back to his truck. Oh, he was gonna find that little prick and beat some sense into him.

"And that's a fucking promise," he gruffly mumbled to himself.

Rogue's days passed as usual. Nobody contacted her and she was glad for it. It's not that she didn't want anything to do with her old teammates- actually never mind, she didn't want anything to do with the X-Men. She was done with that part of her life, she had a child to worry about.

She was content with where her life was, content that she finally got control over her powers. She never told anybody, but the reason for her departure from the X-Men was to ask Magneto to help her control her power. That's where everything went down the hill for her. That's where she started messing around with John.

Rogue wasn't stupid; she knew that John wasn't really looking for a relationship. She respected his wishes, even related to him, so she didn't feel the need to look for him.

She knew that sooner or later, he was going to reappear. He was just too obsessed with using his power. He decided to ignore what he had, what they had, and she didn't bother begging him to be with her. He wouldn't have stayed anyways.

They could've been so perfect together, two broken pieces that somehow matched perfectly. Yet, things never turned out how you wanted them to.

It's been one month. Rogue's been pregnant for four months now and she hasn't heard from Pyro. He changed his name and she couldn't help but roll her eyes when she first heard it. Typical John.

Despite what Rogue told herself, she couldn't hate John. He was deprived of using his full power at the mansion, and with Magneto, nobody told him no. He had the chance to do whatever the hell he wanted to. He finally had the chance to be in control for once.

That didn't stop Rogue from hating John for leaving her with a child. She was too young, she was only eighteen. She lived in a tiny apartment and had nobody to support her. The odds were stacked against her from the very start.

She gently patted her stomach.

A shrill ringing filled the room and she looked for her phone. Once she picked it up and answered with a simple 'hello' she realized the mistake she made.

"Rogue?" It was the voice that gave it away. It was deep and masculine and she knew it was him.

Anger filled her small body and she started screaming into the phone. Her accusations of how irresponsible he was made him angry and he started yelling, too. They haven't talked in a long time but their arguing said otherwise.

"What the fuck do you want, Johnny? Or is it Pyro now?" She spat acidly.

"It's Pyro, Rogue. Or are you going by Marie now? Last thing I heard about you was that you took the cure. How pathetic. I never thought that-" His voice was menacing and dripped with sarcasm; she didn't like it one bit.

"Oh spare me the crap and just tell me what you want. I have a life, Pyro."

A life growing inside of me, Rogue thought to herself. She couldn't tell him, wouldn't mention it. He would have wanted for her to get rid of the baby. After all, he was that much of a bastard.

"Rogue, I'm not coming back." The words were simple, his tone was clear, but why did she feel like there was something hidden in between those words. As if he wanted her to look into those words and find the hidden message.

She was silent and mumbled quietly, "Oh yeah, well John, I'm pregnant and you're the father."

Some secrets should just be left...secretive. Rogue knew this, but she couldn't help telling him he was the father just to break that 'I don't care' attitude. And it worked. It worked so well.

Before he even said a word, she hung up and that was the last time she heard of Pyro Saint John Allerdyce.

*~*Don't kill me for it being so short. I had to write something. Anyways, yes the prologue has drama in it. What can I say, I'm a dramatic person. I hope you liked it, reviews and critisizm are welcomed.

~geek