Author:
Muttzrock
Title: Bobby's Insomnia
Chapter
Title: Amnesia
Disclaimer: OWN NOTHING!! NOT ONE DROP!
Pairings: John/Bobby
Warnings: SLASH, Language, in
later chapters: Anal, Oral, Fingering, Hand Job, Rimming.
M/M sex
Rating: Overall NC 17
Summary 1: Bobby can't
sleep because he misses John and believes he'll never
see him
again. But John didn't die at the battle in Alcatraz
Summary
2: John goes through the examination, and Bobby hears some shocking
news.
Notes: Again written in another sleepless night.
"John, brace yourself this is going to hurt a bit," John gulped hearing these words, and he clung onto Bobby's hand. He could hear Bobby whispering 'it's ok, everything's alright'. He could tell something was wrong by the other boy's voice; like he wasn't sure and was scared. Pyro was soon pulled out of his thoughts when a sharp stinging pain entered his eye, he let out a quiet yell in surprise. Bobby's grip on his hand got tighter. Then the same pain was inflicted to his other eye. He was about to give a snarky comment, but when he opened his eyes, there was no pain and his vision was clear again. He watched as Bobby's expression turned from worried, to happiness.
"John, can you see me?" he asked hopefully. John smiled as best as he could, and squeezed his friend's hand. It was like he was supporting Bobby, not the other way around.
"I have to do your ears now," Hank told him. He turned his head to face Bobby, who smiled supportively. John gritted his teeth feeling more pain this time in his ear. He turned his head to face the blue furry man, who was as delicately as possible, trying not to hurt the boy. Soon enough Pyro could hear perfectly again, but all too soon, McCoy wanted John to sit up so he could gargle a pale green liquid substance to loosen the dust in his throat. When sitting up Bobby had to help hold him, his left hand on John's back, the right hand on his chest. Hank passed the liquid to John. "Don't swallow it," he told him, putting a container in John's hand. "Try and spit into this," he said indicating to the plastic object. As John attempted to gargle the green liquid, it made him feel sick but he fought back that desire and spat in the container. He was horrified to see so much dust and ash came up as well as the liquid. He felt a hand rub his back reassuringly, and was thankful that Bobby was there for him.
"You ok?" Bobby asked him. John nodded.
"Yeah," he answered, finding it a relief that it wasn't hurting so much to talk anymore.
"Bobby you need to leave. John needs rest"
"Is that ok with you?" Bobby asked his friend. John shook his head. "I'm not leaving" Beast just sighed in despair.
"I don't know you," John whispered to Hank. "I need Bobby to stay"
"Why can't he come up to his bedroom?" Bobby asked.
"Because he needs to be examined,"
"Why do I need to be examined? What happened to me?" Silence filled the room, as realization hit both Hank and Bobby.
"What is the last thing you remember?" John frowned in concentration.
John flopped down on his bed, groaning lazily into his pillow. He watched as Bobby got into bed, avoiding eye contact. Obviously, he was still annoyed with him, what with the museum incident. It made John's blood boil. If Rogue wasn't with them, him and Bobby would have enjoyed themselves. He knew that Bobby thought it was funny, but he had to agree with his girlfriend and gang up on him. Did he understand how angry that made him? John turned away from Bobby. It sounded like it was going to be like one of those nights where Bobby would go through the routine, of getting up and at the end of the night; they'll stay up all night talking. Well fuck that! If Bobby was going to treat him like a child, he can look after his own problems. Just as he thought this he heard his friend get out of bed and walk out the door. He turned on his back to stare at the ceiling, losing himself in his own thoughts. Sooner than later, Bobby came back into the room and from the corner of his eye, John could see the sad and hopeful look in his friend's eyes. He told himself that he wasn't going to give in. He was angry and for good reason. But his friend seemed to have this power over him, no matter what. John sighed and sat up and watched as Bobby sat on the bed next to him.
"What's up, Bobby?" His voice came out harsher than he meant it.
"I'm sorry John," Bobby mumbled, staring at his hands in his lap.
"What about?" He needed to hear it.
"About today. I didn't mean to speak to you like a child. I thought you were funny." Iceman looked at his friend and John couldn't help smiling at him.
"Ok," Pyro answered, Bobby smiled back "Is there something else bothering you?"
"Yeah, it's Rogue"
"Trouble in paradise" he said dryly, earning a glare from his friend who shrugged in response.
"She's in love with Logan" Bobby sighed, looking defeated. "Well he's got the big buff, rough, angry, bad ass look going on about him. And I look like Joe Average." John didn't understand why this pissed him off, but he wanted to prove him wrong and cheer him up.
"Well this Logan guy, isn't his code name 'Wolverine?"
"Yeah"
"Well isn't a Wolverine just a big weasel," he grinned seeing Bobby burst out laughing "And so how can an overgrown weasel be better than a man who could freeze him solid, in a heart beat?" He couldn't explain the happiness he felt hearing his friend laughing. But he quickly repressed the feeling before Bobby noticed.
"Thanks Johnny."
"Don't call me that," he growled threateningly which only made Bobby laugh harder
"Seriously thank you," they smiled at each other "And now I'm going to get some ice-cream. I didn't even get downstairs last time." Bobby stood up and walked out the door, leaving John feeling a sort of contentment in his heart. Again he repressed this feeling. He knew better than to feel something for someone, after last time. John reached for his Zippo and lighting it and stared at the flame…
"That's all I remember," John finished off. Hank was still confused and amazed. St. John's memory seemed to be in tact until that moment. That night was the night when Stryker's men invaded the school, and it was John's last night here, before he left to go to The Brotherhood. It's time like this that Hank needed Jean or the Professor here. There was only so much he could do. But for some reason, Pyro seemed to have a very close bond with Bobby, even though he had appeared to hate him when he was with the brotherhood. He considered whether John's behavior and amnesia may be a case of Freud's theory of Repression. He would look into that later.
"Hank, can John go into our dorm? Hs bed is still there." Bobby asked hopefully. John nodded. It appeared that the two needed to talk. Hank knew that Pyro should be here, resting but the way he seemed to cling onto Bobby for dear life was a bit of a problem. He would test him when he was able to focus and to test him when he was able. Gritting his teeth, Hank looked at the pair.
"Fine, but if anything happens, bring him back right here, no matter what," he ordered them. Bobby grinned, and a sense of relief flowed through him. Beast admitted that he hasn't seemed Bobby grin like this since he got here, it was good to see the boy happy again.
"Can you stand up?" Bobby asked John, wrapping an arm around his waist.
"I don't think so," Pyro answered truthfully, Bobby helped him up and realized he would have to carry his friend's entire weight on his arm.
"Can you handle him?" Beast asked
"Yeah," Bobby nodded. John was holding on to him by his shoulder. Pyro was horribly light, but it was still a bit of a struggle. Hank could only watch them walk out the door, rubbing his temples tiredly.
As Bobby walked out the doors the first thing he saw was Logan waiting for them. He looked the older man in the eye, daring him to say something that could upset John, but there was no anger, or annoyance in the man's eyes. There was only sympathy.
"Do you need help?" Logan asked.
"Yes please." Bobby watched as Wolverine wrapped an arm around John's waist as well. John was too weak to ask who this man was.
"Where are we going?"
"To our dorm," Logan just nodded and together they helped John on his way.
When they got to the dorm room they opened the door and carefully dragged John's sore body to his bed.
"Thank you," was all John said to Logan before the man left them alone.
"Don't mention kid," he left them alone.
"Are you ok?" Bobby asked, sitting on John's bed looking down at him.
"No, you look like your two years older than I saw you before." he almost broke down hearing his best friend's voice so full of fear and uncertainness. "I lied to the doctor, that wasn't my last thing I remember. Well it was the last thing I remember that made sense." He sadly ran a hand over his friend's hair, then down his cheek, caringly rubbing a tear away.
"What is it?" he tried to talk without it sounding obvious that he was scared.
"I remember feeling cold, freezing. I couldn't breath, like I was buried under the ashes, and I was just cold. My hands were in so much pain, I couldn't dig myself out. I was so cold, Bobby" John's eyes left his friend's as he stared at the ceiling "I think I was in hell Bobby. I was so cold"
To be continued!
