Fire Can't Love Ice

Summary: Bobby carried John out of the rubble of Alcatraz and saved his life. He tells John why he saved him but John doesn't feel the same way. Set after X3. Eventual Iceman/Pyro slash

Disclaimer: I don't own Bobby and John. They own each other. I don't own X-men either so don't sue me.

I think I write too many post X3 fics. That's because I just can't accept the fact that Bobby would let John go to the Brotherhood if he knew. xD

Hope you like it. If you don't like Bobby/John slash then don't read it. I hope I didn't take too long to update. Can you all forgive me?

I love writing about John in denial. It makes me laugh. And, I don't really like or dislike Rogan, so you could interpret this as slightly Rogan if you're into that.

Sorry if John's narration seems a little random. I was trying to do that on purpose to make it sort of like you were hearing his thoughts.


Chapter 2: Warm Welcome

I threw the covers of the bed off of me. Bobby was gone, so it wasn't cold anymore. Before he left he had apologized for making the room so cold I could see my breath.

That happened when he got emotional.

I sighed as I heard yelling approach my door. I played with one of my old lighters as I waited for them to get nearer. I could tell Logan wasn't too pleased with having me back. No doubt, with the loudness of his voice, the whole school knew I was back by now.

"He betrayed us, Bobby! He tried to kill you! If he wants to return to us because his side lost, then that's just too damn bad!" Logan boomed.

"I asked him to come back! He knew you wouldn't welcome him here and he wanted to leave, but I convinced him otherwise. It's not even your decision to make, Logan, so step off." I shook my head and flicked my lighter open again. This was exactly what I was hoping to avoid.

Logan threw the door open, his eyes shining with malice as he spotted me.

"You," he snarled. I looked up from my lighter and shot him a defiant look. Beside him, Bobby looked helpless.

"Long time no see, Logan," I said casually. He growled at me and opened his mouth to shout more profanities.

"Enough," a voice said from behind him. Logan turned, giving me a good view of Professor Xavier rolling in on his wheelchair.

I always felt uncomfortable around Xavier. It felt like he always knew when I've done something wrong. I hate it when people know my secrets.

"This boy is a traitor, Professor!" Logan yelled, pointing accusingly at me. "He's probably just waiting for the chance to betray us again!"

"I'll be the one to determine that," Xavier said calmly. He glanced from me to Bobby. I was glad he didn't read people's minds without their permission. It would've been awkward if he knew what happened between us a half hour ago. "Logan, please leave me alone with these two," he ordered.

"Professor, you're-"

"Now, please," he told him firmly. Logan shot me another glare before slamming the door behind him.

"Professor, John isn't like that. He-" Bobby blurted out as soon as he was gone.

"I know, Bobby," the teacher said coolly. "I see no treachery in either one of you. In fact, I believe that it is best that John stays here." He looked directly at me. "I understand that your beliefs about humans aren't exactly the same as ours. You don't have to join the X-men, but you may stay here." Bobby's face brightened.

"Thank you, sir," he said gratefully. I noticed that I hadn't said anything at all since he came in.

"Thanks," I muttered, shifting under both of their gazes. Xavier smiled his creepy, all-knowing smile before wheeling out of the room, Bobby beaming at me.

Logan was standing outside the door when it opened, trying to listen in.

"Professor?" he demanded. "You didn't let that little runt stay here, did you?"

"I did, Logan, and while he's here you won't give him a hard time, got it?" Xavier warned sternly. Logan didn't answer but nodded slightly anyway. He fixed his cold eyes on Bobby, and I was sure that, if he wasn't already the Iceman, Logan's gaze would have frozen him over.

As soon as Xavier was gone, Logan pulled Bobby out into the hallway. I didn't follow them, but I tried to listen anyway. They were almost out of earshot. I got off of the bed and leaned against the wall, craning my neck to see out the door without being seen.

"You don't get it, do you?" Logan asked Bobby angrily.

"Get what?" Bobby asked, confused.

"Do you have any idea of what this might do to Marie?" he growled.

"What are you talking about? She doesn't care about John."

"Yeah, but cares about the way you act around him," Logan said. "She says he's a bad influence on you. He changes you. When you're around him, it's like you don't care about her anymore." Bobby stared down at his feet.

"She said that?" he asked. He looked so guilty. It must have just occurred to him that, by kissing me, he technically cheated on her. The thought made me smirk. "I'll talk to her about it, alright?" Logan grunted.

"If you say anything to make her sad, I'll slit your throat," he threatened. "And you better fucking keep that Pyro kid in line." Bobby nodded.


I was regretting my decision already. I never should have listened to Bobby. I should have just tried to make it alone on the streets. I could've handled it. It's not like I haven't before.

It would have been better than this, anyway.

I couldn't walk in the hallway without getting nasty looks from everyone who passed by me. Not that it mattered, I'd just glare right back at them, but it was kind of annoying. I was dreading how bad it was going to get once I started up my classes again. I said that I'd take my old classes just because it was something to do. Now I'm not sure it was a good idea.

To make my mood even worse, this particular night Bobby was out on a date with Rogue. I tried not to think about it and played with my new lighter. I don't know why I cared so much. I never really liked Rogue, but it never used to bother me when they went out.

Try not to think about it. Try not to think about it.

I collapsed on my bed, lying on my back and staring up at the ceiling. I let my mind wander to other things.

So Magneto got cured, huh? That poor bastard should have seen it coming. That's what he got for underestimating the X-men. He should have known that he'd get cured one of these days. I was even surprised that I didn't get cured.

It seemed like getting the cure was the worst thing that could happen to a mutant. Why would anyone choose to take it?

I couldn't believe that Rogue took it. It was like she didn't know Bobby at all. She should have known that Bobby didn't care if he couldn't touch her. Bobby was too nice for his own good.

After she got the cure, that bitch was probably all over him. I cringed. She better not be.

No one touches my Bobby and gets away with it.

Damn. I thought about it.

Ever since Bobby kissed me, I couldn't stop thinking weird things about him. Sometimes I'd slip up and find myself staring at him.

What was wrong with me? I was acting like a lovesick girl. But I wasn't in love with Bobby; I wasn't even gay, so how come I couldn't stop thinking about how perfect Bobby is and how his smile just makes me want to…

Just as I was contemplating that, Bobby walked in.

I sighed in relief. He had stayed out so late with Rogue that I had almost been worried that he had spent the night with her. After all, it's not like he had to hold back because of me anymore.

"Hey, John," he said once he saw I was awake, taking off his jacket and throwing his keys on his bedside table. I sat up and snorted at him.

"You sure were out late. Out with your girlfriend?" I said a little more accusingly than I intended.

"Yes," Bobby said, smiling slightly. "Why, are you jealous?" I grimaced. How could he say something like that? He said that he was giving up on me. Bobby saw the look on my face and frowned too, realizing that what he said was out of line.

I glanced around awkwardly. I hate uncomfortable silences.

"I broke up with her tonight." He said out of the blue. I stared at him blankly.

"Why?" I asked.

"I thought about it, and I don't feel right leading her on when I like somebody else," he muttered, avoiding my gaze. "I always thought that maybe someday I could learn to love her but... I've realized that will never happen."

"Oh," was all I could say.

"I'm sorry, John. I know I said that I would try to get over you. I will, but…" he smiled sadly, "I can't just forget about how I feel about you that easily."

Come on, say something. Say something.

"Then don't. I don't want you to." It was rushed and I realized what I said too late.

There was silence.

Bobby gaped at me, his eyes wide, his face bright in hope and desire. The intensity of the feelings I felt stunned me. It scared me.

But I couldn't look away.

I sat helplessly under his gaze, and he must've seen the confusion in my eyes. It wasn't too long before he was confused as well.

"John-" he pleaded.

I bolted out the door before he could finish.