I know it will take a bit more time between every chapter from now on, I just wanted to warn you in time. Keep on voting for your favourite couple, it seemes as if you are equal in the voting for J/W and J/B, so the story will go on until one of you winns.

And i also wanted to thank you all that already voted, I'm really grateful!

In this chapter it'll be a movie-night with a fluffy ending;

When John got out of the kitchen he was so deep into his thoughts that he almost went past Warren and Piotr, who was standing in the corridor and talking. Luckily Warren saw him coming and woke up John from his thoughts with a happy;

"John!"

Before anyone (that would be Piotr, yes) could see how upset he was. But turning to Warren, John could put on an honest smile and once again be assured that the world wasn't so bad and that he'd soon be laughing again.

The room where Bobby and Rogue had argued was occupied by some of the younger students and Piotr talked John into not telling them to get the bib out. Instead they walked up to the third floor and found a room all for themselves. There Warren was quick with occupying the big armchair, so Piotr sat down in the sofa, and John took the pillows from it to get a cosy spot on the floor between them. He the looked up with a expecting and begging expression at Piotr, who just sighed and stood once again to put a movie in the video. Standing at the bookshelf he looked over his shoulder;

"What do you want to see?"

Warren looked a bit curious;

"I don't know, which ones do you have?"

Just as he finished John shouted;

"'The day after tomorrow'!"

Piotr looked through the shelf;

"Sorry John it's not here, someone has moved it…"

"Damn it!"

John sat back up and grabbed one of the pillows. He then swung it over his shoulder and down into the math with a thud, where it laid, looking innocent, while John was glaring at it as if it was the little pile of fluffy feathers and fabric that was responsible for running away with the movie. Then John looked up, only to find Warren looking at him with an overly-surprised and a worried expression. John smiled an innocent child-angel-smile, which only made Warren look even more wondering and slowly lean away from him. At the bookshelf Piotr was laughing quietly at the face-game, and then picked a movie on random. As it tuned out to be a scary (and quite bloody) movie, he put it back and took another one. When he looked at it he suddenly became aware of a face looking over his left arm (as if anyone ever would try to look over his shoulder).When he looked down he saw John, looking at the movie. Then Warren's voice came out from his right;

"'Happy feet'?"

John took the movie;

"Must be one of the young ones. Care to watch?"

Warren looked a bit surprised, as did Piotr, but they could both see that John meant it, so after looking at each other they both shrugged. At the moment he got his "approval" John was at the video-player, put the movie in it and pressed the "play"-button.

The movie wasn't so bad, and for someone like Warren, who wasn't used to watch (or do) things with friends, it was a heaven on earth. He and John trigged each other up every time they were laughing at something so Piotr sometimes decided to pause the movie so that they wouldn't miss anything.

When the movie ended John immediately wanted to see another, with the excuse that they'd laughed so much that almost all of the crisps had been left uneaten. Piotr was a bit unsure about it; it was a school-day tomorrow and they had to sleep. But after having John promising that he and Warren would go to bed after this movie, he stayed. John was muttering something about not being trusted while he looked for another. Just because he could, he took the longest one he could find; Merlin´, about three hours. Smiling evilly on the inside, John put it in the video. As soon as Piotr recognised the movie, he realised John's idea; for there was no way the Pyro would want to see this thing again. Piotr remembered how much he'd complained the last time he watched it (as homework, the professor was trying out new ideas).

Even though Warren seemed pretty interested, he neither managed to stay focused on the TV-screen for that long; after having watched John move around the pillows, he to lay down on the floor. Then they both moved around down there for a while before everything calmed down.

When his favourite scene was over, Piotr stopped the movie and looked down at the two other sleeping boys on the floor with a sight. He decided not to wake them, they looked way too cute. At least not until he'd gotten a camera…

Piotr made himself sure that he didn't make too much noise when he took out the movie, put it back in the bookshelf and walked out of the room to get his camera; he couldn't wait until he got to see John's face when he showed him this picture. Of course he wouldn't show it to the other students before both John and Warren had said that it was okay. Piotr just hoped that nobody would wake the boys before he got back, or that anyone would find them at all. If it reached the "wrong" people, a thing like this, or rather a position like the one his friends were in, it could turn out to be a pretty nasty thing…

How much Piotr ever prayed, something was doomed to happen, even a child could figure that out. The only question was who it would be that found them... Who would walk around the whole mansion looking for one particular person? Who could be so desperate to find this person that he/she had been walking through the whole building, even been down in the garage to make sure that no car was missing? Who could it be that had ignored all invitations to sit down and have a fun time with friends, denied all offers to help and shock the head to all worrying questions? Who was it that kept on searching for hours for someone who as far as he/she knew didn't want to talk to anyone? Who could ever care so much about one particular fire-mutant if not the very opposite in power. Bobby had been walking for quite long and was so tired after all the stairs that his usual happy encouraging profile now was a slowly-walking, deep-breathing figure with hanging arms and dark, sad, almost empty eyes. The last hours of worrying, days of loneliness and the fact that his heart seemed to be broken more than once the last days, it had all had a quite fascinating changing on his appearance. Just as the professor had said, power grew at stress, or big emotional moments. This was why the maths all around the mansion had slowly-melting parts of frost on them, formed as footprints. This was why Rogues breath turned to white smoke when she stepped inside her ex-boyfriends room when she was looking for him after hearing Jubilees version of what had occurred in the resting-room earlier. This was why everyone that had tried to get closer than one meter from Bobby during his search had felt like they had stepped into a fridge.

Bobby sight as he slowly walked closer towards the last common-room he had to check. After that he'd have to give up for tonight, and just get up early to be able to guard the kitchen at breakfast… For now he knew that John truly missed him, that if he just got the other boy to realise that he wouldn't repeat his mistakes, that he'd learned his lesson and that he was truly sorry, then maybe he'd still have a chance to put all the peaces of his heart together, then maybe his life could stop being a frozen hell. Then maybe he'd be able to get happy…

But when Bobby reached the room and looked inside, it seemed to be empty. Almost crying again, something he seemed to do a lot these days, Bobby leaned against the doorframe, sliding down to sit on the now frozen floor. He put his arms around himself, not for getting warmer, but so that he could dig his nails into the fabric and bite his lip, desperately trying to prevent the tears from falling. Grabbing the last peace of hope he had he stood up and walked closer to the TV. He knew that John used to lay on the floor when he watched something on the screen, since this habit had been the main reason Bobby started to do the same. And more than once it had led to that they ended up concentrating on something completely else…

But when Bobby got so close that he could see properly, he got to see more than he asked for;

Sure John was there, but he wasn't alone. And in the place Bobby rather would see himself, someone else lay, someone he recognised; Warren! As the Ice-mutant took in the scene the tears that he'd worked so hard to keep away started to slip down his cheeks, but they froze before they could fall to the floor; on the floor, in a comfy pile of pillows lay the two mutants, turned against each other. Both looked as peaceful as you ever could get, Warren with his head just under John's and with one of his wings draped over his own shoulder. One of John's hands had it in a lazy grip, as if even in his sleep, the Pyro was careful not to hurt his friend. Warrens hand lay on that very hands upper arm, as if telling it to be careful. The other of John's arms served as a pillow for the Winged-mutant, the hand almost stroking the feathers of the other wing, which lay outstretched on the floor. Warren's other hand was at John's chest, almost gripping a handful of his sweater. Both had their legs half pulled up, so that one of John's laid draped over Warrens. A lazy, tired, but very happy and satisfied smile covered both faces, and over the whole scene laid a cover of peace, a cloak of stillness and calm.

But all this went past the third mutant in the room, which after watching for only a few seconds turned on his heal and almost ran out of the room. The sound of his footsteps didn't wake up the two friends, it only caused them to stir for a bit, so that when Piotr returned, John had buried his face a bit in Warren's hair, and the Angel had a bit of a grip in the fabric of John's t-shirt. Piotr just smiled at this and took his picture before he carefully made them let go of each other and carried them back to their rooms. He didn't have to wake up any of them to find his way; Warren had told him were he slept and were John had moved the other day when they were waiting for the fire-mutant to return from the kitchen. And since both of them were wearing soft-pants (why not on a weekend?) he just had to pull John's sweater of. He'd done it before and knew he wouldn't mind. Though he hesitated a bit, he did the same with Warren, after making sure that he wouldn't hurt his wings.

Satisfied with the evening he went to his own room, set the alarm, made a memory-note to check that his two friends got out of bed in time the next morning, and laid down to wait for sleep, which didn't take long time to come.

I know I'm evil against Bobby, but in the same time he deserves it. Tell me if I'm going too far...