RIIIIINNNGGG

RIIIIINNNGGG!! RIIIIINNNGGG!!

"Four in the morning?! Are you kidding me? Who calls at this hour?" Rogue groaned, looking at the alarm clock. She took a deep breath, and picked up her phone.

"Hello?" she asked.

Silence.

"Hello?" Pause.

"Hey. It's me."

It took her a moment or so to realize who was on the other side of the phone. She knew that voice. Yet it seemed so distant. As though she hadn't heard it in years. But she knew who it was. She was sure.

"John?" she asked, her voice softening.

"Pyro."

How did he get her number? She pushed away that thought and listened to the patter of heavy rain in the background, and glanced outside her bedroom window. Raining. Was he in the city? She couldn't help but hope so.

"I'm in trouble," he said bluntly. "I need your help."

Rogue couldn't reply. John, no matter how many times he called himself Pyro, was her friend. But he was also the traitor. Aren't I a traitor too? One thought. I am. And so is he…

"Please," Pyro said.

That did it. She slowly stood up.

"I'll…I'll be right there…" she said, forgetting every, past and future consequences included. He was her friend. She was going to help him. "Where are you?"