My God, this is really cool; I am actually using this website. I'm so happy! And really pathetic.
Now in my opinion, Iceman never really got a proper role in Evolution, which pissed me off, 'cause otherwise, I liked the show. I have no idea if my story is any good, so if its not, or if you like it please tell me. Please?
Bobby followed Hank into the main hallway. It struck Bobby again how quiet it was. There was no shouting, or explosions or swearing. It was weird how much the Institute didn't feel right without noise and bustle.
"Where is everyone?" he asked.
"The New Mutants of which you were apart are at school. The others and Logan went to investigate a strange reading Cerebro picked up this morning. I had wondered why Charles not sent myself, along with Ororo with them, but I believe I now understand his actions." He smiled at Bobby.
"Sorry my turning up had you miss an adventure" Bobby replied, only half kidding.
"Do not say such things. I am delighted to remain and reacquaint myself with an old friend. Old being relative, of course" he added.
"Of course" Bobby deadpanned. Hank chuckled and clapped an enormous hand on Bobby's shoulder, just as they reached the Professor's oak door.
Bobby hesitated, just as Hank poised to knock.
Do come in, Bobby, Hank.
Bobby blinked as the Professor's voice reverberated through his skull. He grimaced at Hank. "I always hated when he did that."
"Indeed" Hank rubbed his forehead before opening the door.
The Professor's office was exactly the same. It was a large oval office, with two sides of the room bearing huge filled bookcases, the third wall a large window showing the grounds. In the middle of the room, there was a large desk, with three comfy chairs facing the window and the occupants of the room.
Charles Xavier and Ororo Monroe, Professor X and Storm respectively, were behind the desk. The Professor, sitting obviously, was wearing his custom suit and tie, his shiny bald head glinting from the sun. Storm held herself with the same proud bearing; her white hair in striking contrast to her dark face,
wearing a long purple skirt and a white blouse.
Both smiled at Bobby when he entered and he fought the urge to duck his head in embarrassment. He smiled tentatively; fervently glad he could regulate his body's temperature. Otherwise his face would have turned the colour of a tomato.
The Professor chuckled. Bobby calm down, none of us are going to pounce.
No amount of control over his powers stopped his blush then. He smiled sheepishly.
Storm glided over to Bobby and gave him another hug. "Welcome home Bobby."
The word home hit him hard then. Home. This was his home, more so than his parent's one in Long Island. His home was here.
Suddenly feeling happier, he returned the hug, before they broke away. He turned his attention to the Professor.
The elder man smiled warmly at Bobby. "Welcome home indeed Bobby. We are most glad you are back." He gestured at the seats. "Please sit down."
Bobby sat, as did Hank and Storm, after the Professor motioned for them to sit.
Xavier's eyes pierced Bobby's. He leaned his elbows on his wheelchair's arms as he studied the youth in front of him. Bobby resisted the urge to squirm under the intense gaze.
"You are healthy" he said at last. "A little underweight, but whole. At least physically. But perhaps not mentally. I sensed in New York and now, that your mind is weary with fatigue. You have endured much."
Bobby nodded silently. He felt calmer in the presence of Xavier, as well as Storm and Hank. They were people he trusted.
Xavier leaned forward to rest his elbows on the desk, eyes intent on Bobby.
"I know you have every reason to hate recalling the last year of your life Bobby. But if you are willing to share it with us, I promise we will do what we can to help."
His words were similar to what Hank said earlier. Bobby sighed mentally. He owed it to these people to explain what happened to him, even if he didn't want to.
"You should get comfortable guys. It's a long story."
So what ya'll think? Next chapter I am working on.