A short drabble kind of thing, created out of sheer boredom.
I own nothing.
Word count: 302
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"Come on, John. It's not that bad," Bobby taunted his friend, who was pouting like the world depended on it.
"That's what you say now, Bobby, but once you get me out there, and I die of hypothermia, you'll begin to understand that it is indeed 'that bad'," he replied, glancing around the room for any sign of an escape route.
All the exits in the room were iced over. All except the one leading outside; outside, where it happened to be pouring buckets of freezing rain over the X-Mansion.
"You won't die of hypothermia, John. It's just a little water." Bobby laughed, much to the distaste of the other mutant.
"Yeah, but water doesn't effect your powers like it does mine! I'm completely defenceless out there! And besides, you can't feel the cold; I can!"
Bobby had had enough of listening to the whining and pushed the fire mutant out the door and into the rain, where he tripped and fell face first into a very deep, dirty, (not to mention wet) puddle.
"Oops," the ice mutant laughed, walking over to help his friend out of the puddle. "Sorry about that John." He sat on the cold ground beside his soaked, shivering friend.
"Hmph."
"Don't be like that. There was no other way to get your ass out here, and you know it."
"Maybe that's because I fucking hate the rain! You know it makes me feel all vulnerable and--!" His rant was cut short by Bobby's lips meeting his own, warm and tentative.
A moment later the ice mutant pulled away, stood and walked slowly back towards the door. There he turned with a smile and quietly said, "Sometimes it's okay to be vulnerable," before going back into the mansion, leaving his very confused friend sitting in the rain.