I claim no rights to X-Men, I wish I could but I can't :(
First time doing an X-Men FanFic, so please be nice :)
A month had passed since the whole Alcatraz Island fiasco, the Phoenix had gone ballistic and killed everyone who hadn't managed to escape, it was lucky that I regained consciousness quickly after being head butt by the walking ice block. All I had left after the incident was a scar on my forehead, no Brotherhood to fall back on, and with my powers going crazy I've had to stay away from all naked flames, I'm guessing it has something to do with the head injury... thanks a lot Drake.
Having to live rough after my public allegiance with Magneto, I found myself living in a park somewhere in San Francisco. I was currently sitting on a bench on next to a fountain and was currently watching the fountain launch water playfully up into the sky before landing back in the basin it had originated from, my shark lighter in hand clicking as I flicked it open and closed the lid again resisting the urge to light the gas within it and lift the flame into my fist, with my powers how they currently were, the smallest flame could unintentionally become an inferno.
"Hey kid, could I get a light?"
"What?" I asked as I turned to the man who had sat next to me, cigarette in hand.
"A light... so I can smoke this."
"Oh..." I needed to think up a quick excuse to prevent my powers from coming into contact even with the smallest of flames. "Sorry, got no gas in it."
"Well then... you won't mind me checking then," he said snatching the lighter from my hand and flicking the lid open.
"No, please don't!" I said trying to get it back; the man just smirked as me as he used his thumb to light the gas, a small flame erupting from the lighter a little more forcefully than normal.
"I don't like liars," the man said, a small scowl pulling on the features of his face. "Maybe I should teach you a lesson," I quickly got up and backed away from the man, who mimicked my movements, coming ever closer to me, unaware that the flame from the lighter seemed to be growing in intensity.
"Please," I said as I stumbled on a rock and landed on my ass. "You don't know what you're getting yourself into."
"Oh, I think I do," he said as a well aimed kick got me in the gut.
"Get away now!" I shouted, "I can't control them." Normally I wouldn't mind burning people like this to cinders, but with my powers like they are, I couldn't risk it... also, there was no Magneto to offer me protection.
"Control what?" He asked, the scowl disappearing behind a confused frown.
"My powers," I replied as I lifted a hand and pointed it at the lighter, the flame now a meter high, as small flames shot out in random directions and falling to the ground, landing in bushes and on trees, the surrounding area slowly being set on fire.
"You're a mutant!" he shouted dropping the lighter the flame going out as it landed in the dirt, but the damage had been done, the small flames that had erupted from the lighter were slowly increasing in ferocity.
"Go now! Tell everyone else to leave now, I can't stop it." By now, the fires had started to merge together, slowly creating one huge fire.
The man nodded and ran away through the last gap in the ring of fire now surrounding me, the gap closing seconds after he left me. I looked up at the sky; the clear sunny day was quickly becoming more overcast as the flames began to shoot higher and higher into the sky, probably spreading further and further in all directions of the park. The clouds above swelled quickly turning from the greyish white to a dark grey black. A steady hiss filled the air, as tiny rain drops fell from the sky causing steam to fill the air as more and more rain fell from the sky, getting steadily faster and faster and bigger and bigger, slowly decreasing the intensity of the fire. I smiled as I heard a crack of thunder that to the untrained ear wouldn't be recognisable as the sonic jets of the Blackbird, the jet belonging to the X-Men. I searched the sky for their weather witch, the shocking white hair and uncovered skin the only part contrasting against the black sky.
"Hello," I felt my whole body tighten with annoyance, why did they have to send him, why couldn't they have sent Peter, they're both invulnerable to heat... Why Bobby Drake? "Can you hear me?" Well there was one way that I could avoid seeing him. I lifted my arm, and quickly punched myself in the face, stars coming to my eyes as blackness started to envelop my sight. "John?"
I frowned slightly before completely blacking out.
* * * * * * * *
"He's regaining consciousness." I tried opening my eyes and moving my body, but failed. "Just give it a couple of seconds John; you'll regain control of all bodily functions very soon." I waited a couple more minutes before tying again, the second time my eyes flew open, but my arms and legs remained stationary, sitting up as far as possible, I looked down to see I had restraints crossing over my body.
"What the hell,"
"Welcome back John, as you can see we have had to restrain you to prevent a repeat of what happened in San Francisco Park." I turned to look at the source of the voice; a big blue fluffy person came into view.
"Oh Joy, it's the know it all cookie monster,"
"Now now John, is that anyway to talk to someone who has just treated you kindly?" I turned to face the second voice, this time the Weather Witch came into view.
"Sorry Miss Munroe... Mr McCoy. Can you take these off me now?"
"I'm sorry John, but we can't risk a repeat of what occurred at the park." Miss Munroe said, a sad smile on her face
"It was an accident... I can't control my powers anymore."
"When did you first experience a lack of control over your powers?" Mr. McCoy asked.
"After that walking popsicle head butted me while he was covered in ice."
"Ah yes, Bobby... He was very happy to see you."
"Sure he was." I replied sarcastically.
"What happened between you two?" Miss Munroe asked, "You two were best friends when before you left."
"Emphasis on were."
"John," Miss Munroe started but stopped, "He thought you were dead... he blamed himself,"
"Well if I hadn't regained consciousness when I had, I would have had the same fate as your Professor, and whoever else wasn't able to get off of that island."
"Well," Mr. McCoy said looking at Miss Munroe before turning to talk to me, "We're going to let you go, you can wander round the grounds. But we're going to ask you to stay, until you regain control of your powers again... ok?"
"Sure sure." I replied as they both started to remove the restraints.
"We're gonna schedule you in for danger room sessions, it shouldn't take too long for you to regain control of them. If you are as I suspect either concussed or have minor brain damage it should sort itself out in a couple weeks to a couple of months." I nodded at Mr. McCoy before walking out of the med wing and into the subbasement, heading quickly in the direction of the lifts that will take me into the main part of the mansion.
Once returning to the ground floor, I navigated myself out of the mansion and out onto the grounds round the back of the mansion. I walked in the direction of my 'smoking tree' as it was nicknamed, as I could normally be found there smoking, if I couldn't be found elsewhere. I climbed the tree and perched hidden on one of the branches, looking towards the mansion as what appeared to be a class what out of the doors being lead by Logan. They approached the tree and stopped underneath it, I saw Logan glance up at me before quickly returning his attention the class.
"Right, today's class is stamina endurance," I smirked as the others groaned. In other words this meant that Logan couldn't be bothered to teach, and so made the class run around the track as many times as they could in an hour. I watched as the class which coincidentally had Drake and his friends in it, began to run around the track.
"So Logan, what's on your mind today?"
"What you mean kid?" Logan asked as he carried on watching the class run around the track.
"Well something must be troubling you... We're not as stupid as you think, we all know you use 'stamina endurance' as an excuse to get out of teaching us when you need to think about something... or when you simply can't be bothered."
"You call that running Drake!?" Logan shouted at Bobby who was nearing where the class had started along with some of the others from the class. "Cos it looks more like you're waddling to me, you a man or a duck Drake?"
"Quack quack!" I shouted from my hidden spot in the tree, causing Bobby to stop running to turn and face Logan with a confused look on his face, before turning back to carry on running.
"You kids are getting way too observant."
"Or, you are just projecting your thoughts... How many telepaths are missing from your class today?"
".... All of them," he replied frowning.
"Well, I'd love to stay and chat... Well no I don't, but you get the idea." I replied as I jumped out of the tree, landing safely on my feet my knees bending as my legs absorbed the extra energy caused from the drop.
"I'm watching you firefly, just so you know." I smiled to myself as I walked quickly towards the mansion as the class began to near their second lap.
"John!" I heard somebody shout from the group, I raised my hand in acknowledgement as I carried on walking to the safety of the Mansion, and away from Drake.
* * * * * * * *
I was staring at the ceiling as I lay topless on the bed in the bedroom that would be mine until I left the mansion... again. I had so far managed to evade Drake and his friends... my old friends. I didn't really have a problem with them, until they all readily turned on me the minute I joined the Brotherhood, further cementing my choice knowing that my friends were able to see me as an enemy so easily and quickly.
I cringed as the air around me suddenly grew colder, I got up off the bed to turn off the air con stopping before the control panel and looking at it confused... It wasn't on. I walked slowly the short distance back towards the bed, the small frown on my face increasing as the air became cooler and cooler.
"What the..." I whisper trailing off as I traced my hand over the wall my bed was pushed up against. "Bloody Icicle!" I shouted dropping down onto my bed simultaneously as the door to the room next door opened and shut, followed by a knock on my door. "Go away Drake!"
"Please John, don't be like this." I sighed inwardly to myself as I again got up off the bed and walked to the door, turning the handle and swinging it inwards.
"What do you want Bobby?" I asked watching him, as his gaze moved from my face and down my body and up again, I backed away slowly the lust in his eyes scaring me ever so slightly. Bobby walked in and closed the door behind him, quickly approaching me forcing me up against the wall on the other side of my room, his hands on my chest as he leant in his cool breath playing across my face.
"I missed you," he whispered, his icy breath playing across my face again as he leant in his head to push his lips onto mine, I quickly turned my head avoiding the kiss and any hurt that would come from it.
"Don't Bobby," I whispered, "You made your choice, and I made mine."
"What do you mean," he asked confused.
"I saw you kissing Rogue when we were at your house, before your brother called the police. You promised me you were leaving her, but you still chose her over me. I chose the Brotherhood so I wouldn't have to put up with this... the pain of being so close to having what I want, but never getting it."
"John," I felt his cool hand touch my face as he turned my head to look at him. "I wasn't thinking clearly, I had no idea what was going through my mind then... I love you John."
Ok, so I bet some of you are wondering why I made John and Bobby gay... Well after Rogue gets the cure, Bobby says "This isn't what I wanted," Why wouldn't you want a girlfriend you could touch? And John.... I haven't found any gayish lines from him, but he and Bobby have some like unresolved thing going on in the films... lovers tiff?
Ok, so let me know what you think, like it, hate it?
