Author's Note: Ridiculously short, I know. I just had to write this to get over having to write the scene between Iceman and Rogue in another of my stories. I much prefer this version...

Disclaimer: Not mine. Marie would not have lived this long if it were...

This isn't What I Wanted

(set at the end of the third movie, following Alcatraz, when Marie comes back to the mansion after getting the cure)

Marie sat on her bed, fidgeting anxiously with her sleeve, waiting not-so-patiently for her boyfriend. It had been almost an hour since Piotr had gone to fetch him – what was taking so long? She frowned slightly as she tried to take in everything Storm had told her when she had arrived back in the mansion a couple of hours earlier. Marie just could not get her head round the fact Bobby had fought at Alcatraz – that Storm and Logan had put him head to head with Pyro. How could they have put him at risk like that? She gave a small shake of the head. She also couldn't get her head round why Bobby would risk his own life and go back for the psychotic little fire mutant as Alcatraz was being destroyed. Sure, Bobby had been hurt when his friend had left, but he knew that John was gone. He knew that Pyro had taken over. And Pyro just wasn't Bobby's kind of guy...

But something had made him go back, and that's why he wasn't with her now. He was down in the medical lab, with Pyro. Helping to keep him under control, Marie liked to think. Never before had she been so grateful that the pyrokinetic could not create his own fire.

Finally, Bobby wandered slowly into Marie's room.

"You're back," he said simply. Marie stood from her bed and looked up at him anxiously.

"I'm sorry," she said softly, her eyes wide and pleading. "I had to."

Bobby gave a small sigh.

"This isn't what I wanted," he said, shaking his head slightly.

"It's what I wanted," Marie smiled softly, reaching out an ungloved hand. Slowly Bobby took his girlfriend's hand in his own.

"Marie..." Bobby stroked the back of her hand gently as he momentarily averted his gaze. "I'm sorry, I can't do this anymore."

Marie took a slight step back, her brow furrowing slightly.

"Can't...can't do what?"

"This," Bobby took her other hand in his and looked deep into her eyes, his own icy blue eyes genuine and apologetic. "Marie, there's someone else."

The female pulled her hands away sharply, her frown deepening as she tried to fight back tears.

"How could you?" she sniffed. "Who is it? Kitty?"

Bobby sighed and bowed his head, running his hand through his hair, suddenly relieved the former life-sucking mutant had taken the cure.

"No, not Kitty," despite himself, a small smile played at the ice mutants lips as he thought of his new lover. "It's John."