Title Green

Rating R-15 for swearing ( I like to be safe )

Category Xmen ( movieverse )

Author's Note John is the best toy EVER. So Moo got herself a boyfriend. I accused her of ignoring me and sulked, haha. And.. uh. Green is not an object. Rightyho. Oh yes. And thanks so much for all the kind words!! It's actually... blown me away to be frank XD

Disclaimer Hm. Not mine XD funny that

Dedication

To Moo. Kind, wonderful, supportive, BFFE friend. This is very over due

***

John can't see how he's never noticed it before. It was right under his nose, spitting him in the face. God damn laughing at him.

And John- doesn't know how to fucking deal with it.

He's never had this problem before. He never used to be like this. So critical of himself, or others around him. He didn't use to care. Just got on with his life, and not worry about anyone else's. So... why this? Why now? Why Bobby?

The blonde wriggles in his seat, and he knows he's done something. The way John's hard eyes keep burning into his back like that. And that's really not fair on Bobby, John thinks. He shouldn't even care! It's Bobby's life, not his. He grounds his teeth, fluttering the lighter lid in his fingers. For once it doesn't help his nerves.

And the more he keeps glaring at Bobby, the more his rage grows, and the urge to create a fire bomb as big as the classroom becomes more plausible.

A flick of paper. John glances up and a small paper aeroplane whizzes over his head, and lands on Bobby's desk. He glances back, and John sees out of the corner of his eye, Rogue waving cheekily at him.

Something snaps, and for a second John knows how Logan feels.

**

He wakes-and he's in the infirmary. He just makes out Hank's massive furry shape. Why is he here?

Because you just blew up your chemistry classroom, St. John

And here- fuck. The Professor. Wheeling his way towards him in the hospital bed. Only he would call him by his full name... and speak in his mind. Right. Sitting up, John notices there are hot water bottles stuffed in beside him. The Professor answers his question. "Bobby put you down. It seems you felt the need to create a fireworks display in the classroom."

Or in John terms- he blew the classroom up. Well... good. At the moment he feels like blowing away to nothing. The bald man scowls at that thought, but says nothing. John tries not to think bitches thoughts. Which is really really hard. "Why did you do it?" the Professor asks what's on everyone's minds. John tsks and glances away moodily, finding an interesting crack in the ceiling to study.

"John- I know you refuse to talk about your... emotions. But you have to. Otherwise this is going to happen again. Mutant genes manifest more strongly when the owner is under emotion strain. Talking will-"

"Not help," John finishes. I've gotten this far in life without needing to talk- without needing anyone. So get the fuck outa my head!

The Professor- doesn't reel backwards, or frown. He just... looks at him. John feels a little nervous at that, so he looks down at the bed sheets. The creak of wheels says he is leaving. "Everyone always needs somebody, John."

**

Bobby's not waiting up for him. Go figure. The lights are turned off, and the covers are drawn up over the sleeping boy. John limps into their room, still stiff from the frost bite and third degree burns which he really didn't think was possible to have at the same time. It's almost four in the morning.

"No need to thank me."

John physically jumps. He falls backwards onto his bed to cover it up. Not so smart. His side burns from the pain. But he's pretty sure he managed to cover that-

"John... are you okay?"

-up. The light comes on. John blinks a few times to clear his head and to focus his eyes. "Turn that off," he growls.

"No. I think we need to talk." Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He really doesn't want to talk about that little scene in the classroom. Because that would lead to other things. And John really doesn't want to go there right now.

"Talking's... not really my thing," he laughs nervously, pulling out his lighting, and letting it lick up his palm like a dog.

"I know. Which is why we need to start," Bobby sighs, pulling himself up until he's at eye level with John on the opposite bed. John reacts like he's lighters been taken off him. He flinches. Badly and quite openly. "Look. We need to sort this."

Hn. He's using that voice again. It makes John feel like he's fourteen again. "Sort what out? Look. Stop treating me like-"

"Then don't act like it!" Bobby cuts across him loudly. John blinks. Bobby relaxes back, and smiles. "I know taking can be- hard. Lots of things can happen. Friendships can be lost, or your trust can be broken. But there are lots of good things also. It's about Rogue isn't it?"

Blunt. John just stares at him.

"John-"

"Give me- fucking'A. You're such a hypocrite! You didn't even bother telling me about her," he blurts out the horrible sentence that's been plaguing him for weeks on end. He never wanted to get close to Bobby. He wanted to keep him at arms lengths. Because he knows what happens whenever you let a person in like he's done with Bobby.

"And you care about that?" Bobby asks, innocently.

"Of course I-" do. Don't. Something.

Why should he care? It's not like there's anything going on between them. John bites his lip so roughly it bleeds. Human emotions. So stupid. Something else he can't burn. He rolls over, sending out a dart of flame that makes the light explode. Closing his eyes, he crosses his arms defensively over his bandaged chest.

What is it? Why does he care so much? Maybe because- it feels like he's being left behind.

And Bobby's nudging at his side, trying to get his attention, or to move over... he doesn't let him. Feeling too confused and messed up at the moment.

"John.. I'm not going anywhere. You know that right?" Bobby confesses to him, making John think that maybe Bobby's secretly a mind reader also. He shifts his head to peer at him. Bobby's kneeling beside his bed, blue eyes anxious.

"I'm not bothered by it," he sniffs huffily. Because, suddenly. He feels better about it. Bobby smiles brilliantly at that.

"Then stop being such a jackarse!"

"Well- for a second. I thought I couldn't see you," John says, out of the blue. Bobby gives him an odd look.

"Huh?"

"Are you gettin' in, or not? I'm not gonna wait all night!" John barks gruffly, rolling right over, and snatches at Bobby's hands, pulling him down. "Ouch. You can keep me warm. I swear I can still feel the ice."

"John, you-"

"What?"

"Nevermind," Bobby laughs, snatching most of the pillow for himself. Yeah. He didn't have anything to worry about after all.

***

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