Bobby thought he was dead. The rest of the x thought that he was dead. It was almost a year, and Bobby was over it. The first six months of his death when they all assumed that he was dead was when Bobby barely left his room for any thing other than required classes and dinner. It was bad enough that John had turned against him, but it was even hard to kill him to protect others.
Wasn't there another way? Perhaps they should have punished him by giving him the cure. He questioned this for a few months until Logan came into his room and gave him a good lecture. Bobby told himself that he only cared because he was ignoring Marie. He even dumped her after the school reopened. The night he did, there was three scratches in his pillow with feathers spread everywhere. As if that wasn't obvious.
Alive wasn't exactly the best term to describe John. He was unconscious for almost a year. They'd found him knocked out at the scene of the battle. Immediately, the doctors thought that he was dead. They were wrong. When they checked him one more time, they found his heart beating and seemed to be alive. There was just one problem. The mutant just wouldn't seem to wake up. The doctors decided it would be best to give him the cure so that he couldn't light them on fire when he woke up. Unfortunately for them, his powers returned to normal state during the eleven months that he was asleep.
It was Bobby's birthday that he woke up. John suddenly sat up with eyes the size of saucer pans, glaring at the nurse trying to check the blood pressure in his arm. The mutant wanted an explanation right away. The doctors explained to John what happened cautiously, and they weren't surprised that he only remembered the moment up to when he got hint. Scenes of Bobby in ice flashed through his mind, and he bent over grabbing his head in frustration. It was a good thing they didn't check to see if he had any mutation left, or they would have sent him to jail seeing as the cure didn't work fully. Either it was because he was above a class three, or none of the cure shots worked all together.
He had nowhere to go when it was through but the school. John debated about going there for almost a month, telling the doctors he felt sick so that he could stay in the hospital. They had a feeling that it had to do with the school because he requested the phone number.
Staring down at the bucket of vanilla ice cream, Bobby wondered if he had any chores to do this evening. Probably not. There wasn't anything he was aware of. Nothing really special going on at night anyways. The dance. Oh that. He forgot. Apparently, Storm thought it would be good for the students to start having a dance. A month after his birthday, and he still didn't want to see Rogue again. She stopped over the night of his birthday, said her congratulations on his eighteenth birthday. It only reminded him that John would be eighteen right now too.
So what Logan had told him about getting over the death of John wasn't working. He still seemed to feel for the boy. There wasn't an exact answer to what type. He just did. As he took another bite of the treat, the brunette heard someone answer the phone in an odd tone. It was almost like they were surprised. His interest followed after him when Kitty brought him the phone and quickly set it down in front of him on the counter.
The mutant picked it up and placed it next to his ear, swallowing before he answered. "Hello, this is bobby." He said with a sigh.
The voice on the other line was silent for a moment, and he almost thought that Kitty had pranked him. "Hey Ice Man." Then it hit him. This had to be a joke.
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"Kitty, this isn't funny! Is Rogue in on this?" Bobby shouted from inside the kitchen. He heard the voice on the other end laughing at him. It certainly sounded like John. It even had that tone he used when he first woke up, or he was nervous. Maybe there was a new mutant in the school that was physic mutations like Xavier or Jean.
He heard the voice on the other end speak again as he tried to look around the room. "I highly doubt Kitty and Rogue would play this kind of prank on you. Maybe me though-"Bobby didn't want to play games.
"Who is this if it isn't them?" He barked at John. In his head, he knew that Pyro was dead. There was no way he was still alive with a knock to the head like that.