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"That's it." John snapped as he shut his lighter while getting to his feet and going over to the X-Jet's controls, pushing the button that opened the ramp.

"Whoa, where do you think you're going?" Bobby asked while getting up and going after him.

"I'm sick of this kid's table shit, I'm going in there." John responded while putting one of the blue X-Men jackets on.

"John, they told us to stay here." Rogue said.

John looked back at her.

"You always do what you're told?"

When neither of them responded John walked down the ramp and into the snow, apparently to head into the facility to help the rest of the team. However, Bobby glanced over at Rogue before heading down the ramp as well.

"Bobby!"

"Don't worry Rogue, I'll be right back."

About a minute later, Bobby came back into view dragging John by the wrist up the ramp and back into the jet. He then forced him to sit back down.

"What the hell are you doing?" John growled, angrily.

"They told us to stay here. So sit down and shut the hell up."

John stood back up.

"Don't tell me what to do."

"Get out of my face." Bobby responded with such a force in his tone that neither John nor Rogue had heard before. Rogue actually looked taken aback by it while John slowly sat back down in the chair.

Rogue went over and pushed the button which closed the ramp while Bobby continued to glare down at John.

"You're out of control!" Bobby continued. "My family might not ever speak to me again because of what you did back at my house! I don't trust you going in there-"

Suddenly, a sharp pain went through Bobby's head. A noise was going off in his ears, like a sound cannon the police use to break up riots. He brought his hands up to cover his ears but it did no good. He fell to his knees, and when he managed to open one of his eyes he saw that it wasn't only him this was happening to, John and Rogue had both fallen to the ground, their hands covering their ears as well.

Despite the pain, he managed to crawl over a little and reached out, grasping Rogue's hand in his own.

Rogue squeezed his hand back, and for a moment Bobby thought that this might be it…they were all going to die. But just as that thought passed through his head, the noise suddenly stopped. Bobby gasped and stumbled up to his feet, helping Rogue up as well and pulling her into a hug.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"I'm fine."

The two of them then helped John up.

"Are you okay, John?" Rogue asked.

"Yeah."

As the three of them started to relax and took their seats again, Bobby closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. It seemed now that the worst was over...

That they were all going to be okay...

XXXXXX

Bobby's eyes snapped open when he heard the alarm going off. He quickly realized that it was morning and it was time to go to class. It was just a dream, he had it the night they all got back from Alkali Lake and he just had it again.

The dream were he stopped John from leaving the jet.

He threw the covers off himself and reached over to shut the annoying beeping off. As he did, he looked over at the empty bed next to his. It had been several weeks now since John had left, you'd think that he'd be use to it by now...but he wasn't. After all, whenever it was time for class Bobby always had the task of getting John out of bed because he wasn't what you'd call a morning person. Waking up the other boy had always become part of his routine.

But he didn't have to worry about it now.

He still couldn't believe that John had done it. And the dream that he kept having only made him bring up the question he had been asking himself even more. Why didn't he stop him? He could have frozen John's feet to the ground, or frozen the door shut.

No…John would have just melted it. But he could have gone after him, like he did in the dream. He could have stopped him, could have talked him out of joining Magneto. Maybe he could have convinced him to give the Professor another chance. Way too many maybes.

As each one of these questions entered his mind, he unconsciously curled his fingers into a fist. Each one seemed to reinforce the idea that he could have done something, but deep down he knew the reason why he didn't.

He was mad at John.

At the time he was mad at John for what he had done at Boston. So mad he actually thought about asking for another room when they got back to the mansion. But now, the only anger he felt towards his one time best friend was for leaving and going with a known terrorist and that he had actually come back here to gather his things while Bobby wasn't here.

To Bobby, that was a cowardly thing to do. If John wanted his things, fine, but he should have come back during the day time, when Bobby was around that way John could tell him that he was leaving face to face, and tell him why he was leaving.

He had asked the Professor it he could possibly locate John, but unfortunately he couldn't. John was too far away by now, and Cerebro had been taken apart by Stryker.

Bobby had been clinching his fist so hard that he had created a small ball of ice in the center of his palm. He didn't realize it until he felt it there. Pulling his arm back, he launched it across the room, and it broke apart when it hit the opposite wall.

Still feeling frustrated beyond belief, Bobby ignored the mess he had just made and got dressed before walking out the door, taking the elevator down to Ms. Munroe's class. He took his seat and looked ahead of him, the seat that was once John's was now occupied by somebody else.

There wasn't going to be a disturbance in the class today, a nuisance, because the class clown wasn't here. At first it sounded great, but Bobby remembered that was one of the great things about being friends with John.

He was impulsive and unpredictable. It made Bobby's life around here considerably less dull.

"Alright class." Came Ms. Munroe's voice. "Let's get started."

Bobby got out his notebook and prepared for today's lesson.