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Disclaimer; This story is written with the permission of fanfiction writer Nixa Jane. You can find her work on here and her Bobby/John stories on her livejournal site. I can't post a straight link to the work unfortunately, just type in nixa_jane livejournal into google and it should be the first result that comes up. Nixa Jane is a really great writer so if you've never read any of her work, please check it out. I was never a fan of Bobby x John slash into I found her stories. Thank you again for letting me do this.

The first chapter is based on her story 'Winter in June.'

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Rogue didn't know if it was her place or not. Sure, she and John seemed to get along fine and they had hung together, but she had only been friends with him for several months. Bobby had been friends with him for several years.

She knew something about John. She knew why he really left. Rogue also knew something about Bobby, she had after all, absorbed them both. It was difficult for her, but Rogue decided she had to tell Bobby. A few weeks had gone by after Alkali Lake; the walls in the mansion had been repaired, the smell of death from Stryker's soldiers had finally gone, and Cerebro had been repaired. Bobby had gone back home to Boston; he needed to spend some time with his family, repair the damage that had been done from his last visit. When Bobby finally arrived back at the mansion she could tell by his demeanor when that things just weren't the same at his house and they probably would never be the same again. That was when she worked up the courage to finally tell Bobby, she would do it that night.

The look on his face when she told him and the nearly three hour talk that followed; that if he continued to deny this about himself he would be miserable his whole life, that John would be miserable his whole life. It would be such a tough thing, Bobby had just admitted to his family that he was a mutant, now he would have to tell them something else about himself. Rogue's heart broke for him, Bobby was such a good person, such a kind person. He shouldn't be going through what he was dealing with now. He should be happy; she and Bobby had been given uniforms, they were both officially part of the team. Bobby had told her that's what he wanted to do, he wanted to be part of the X-Men and now he was but he couldn't enjoy it the way he should.

Rogue loved him, and Bobby cared for her a great deal but he wasn't in love with her, not in that way.

Now, Bobby had to find John. He knew Professor Xavier would let John come back, Bobby just had to find him quick, before Magneto made him do something terrible. John's powers were far to great and destructive for someone like Magneto now to take advantage of.

Bobby had asked Professor Xavier to locate John, but time after time John managed to get away before Bobby could confront him. It was starting to become an obsession with Bobby. He had to confront John, he had to talk to him, to bring him back. What surprised Bobby the most was how close his location was. He couldn't just go there, it couldn't be when Magneto and Mystique were around, he had to get to John when he was alone and the rest of them was not ready go after Magneto just yet. That when it became a game of cat and mouse. It had become more and more frustrating with Bobby, time after time he would go after John and every time he would just miss him. It was like John was taunting him, like he knew he was around and just toyed with him before slipping away.

The others were all talking, when they weren't worried about Scott they were worried about Bobby. It was like he was becoming obsessed. Finding John had become everything, bringing him back had become everything. The others had just thought Bobby wanted his best friend back, but only Rogue knew the real truth. Xavier didn't think this was healthy to continue so that's when he gave Bobby the bad news. He would locate John only one more time and that was it. Bobby only had one more chance.

It was finally time that Bobby accepted that he would have to get just as aggressive as John. It wasn't going be just a simple talk, it was going to have to be a fight. They had their tests of strength before and John had always won. He knew in order to win Bobby had to get that lighter away from John, he had to cut off the power source.

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John could feel him somewhere close by; it was that strange drop in temperature that tipped him off every time. He smirked and turned another corner, playing with his lighter. He wasn't worried because John had always been better than Bobby at this game because Bobby who was too damn nice and honest for his own good. It was always just Bobby; he doesn't know if they send him because they think Bobby can bring him in without a fight, or if Bobby's just the only one left that cares, which if John was honest too himself, is infinitely more likely. Either way, it's always only him.

John slipped into an ally to get off the streets. There's was a chain link fence at the end of it, but he could hop over it, no problem. Xavier's had made him a little soft, but it hadn't taken long to remember what life on the streets was like, and running because he was late to class had never provided quite the same motivation as running for his life.

He was about to wrap his hands around the metal fence and vault himself over when he sees frost creeping down the walls. The holes in the fence all fill in with ice and John stepped back with a slight smile on his face, because that was good, he had to admit. He hadn't expected that. Bobby hadn't gotten this close before. John turned around and there was Bobby standing there against another wall of ice on the opposite side, it had made the alley their own personal arena.

John smirked and that caused Bobby to frown. 'Here we go.'

"I could just melt that, you know," John said casually, referring to the wall of ice behind Bobby and flicks his lighter open, and closed again.

"I'm taking you back," Bobby said, tilting his head up like the hero he always wanted to be. John never understood why Bobby wanted it, that stupid uniform, the noble self-sacrificing trade. What John did was just as dangerous, sure, but he had a hell of a lot more fun, and he wore his bruises like badges of honor instead of disgrace.

"The only way I'm going back is dead," John responded, "You're not going to take things that far, I know you Bobby."

"I bet you're counting on that."

John then watched ice build at Bobby's feet, spreading out across the asphalt and right towards him. He jumped up, bracing his feet and hands on either side of the ally, to keep from having his shoes frozen to the ground.

"You're starting to piss me off, Drake," John snapped. He dropped down, his boots landing heavily on the two inches of ice covering the ground. He can feel his blood heating, near boiling as his body temperature was starting to go up and the ice around his own feet had already started melting. He can feel his boots sinking towards the ground.

'Good,' Bobby thought. 'You always make mistakes when you're angry.'

John sparks a flame with his lighter. Bobby's hands clench, and his eyes narrowed even further as he starts marching across the icy space between them. John grinned, because Bobby's already given him the upper hand by making the first move. He set the ground at his feet on fire, and it melts the ice, and feeds off the ground. Bobby stops short, held back by the heat. "Let me by if you don't want to get burned," he warned.

"Give it your best shot!"

"Have it your way then!"

John then lets the fire free and straight at Bobby. Bobby throws up his own hands, stopping the fire's progress with ice, something they had done over a dozen times before. Every time at the mansion John always won, without fail, not because they weren't evenly matched but because John never held back, never had the worry in the back of his mind that Bobby might actually get burned the way he knew Bobby always worried he might get frozen. But there was something different about it this time, John quickly realized Bobby was being much more forceful than before, like the concern that he could accidently hurt John when they had done this in the past was gone. John could feel the ice edging in, pushing back as good as he gave. He put everything he had into focusing the fire, pushing it forward, didn't notice Bobby quickly take on hand away from the stream of fire he was keeping back, and shoot a separate stream of ice straight at John's lighter.

"Shit!" John cursed.

It slipped from his hand. He still had fire, but Bobby was freezing it flame by flame, and before he could focus enough to urge it on, Bobby already had him. John was sent flying backwards as his own frozen fire slams back into him, and he hit the ice covered ground hard. Things go black for a few seconds as John blinked before things clear and can see the sky again. Bobby then appeared in his line of vision before he drops down to straddle John, grabbing his wrists, looking down at him with those big innocent blue eyes. Bobby didn't know this, but he was letting his defenses down before he should.

"Are you okay?" Bobby asked him.

John felt dizzy, but he's hit his head worse than this before. Three deep breaths and he'll be fine. "Go fuck yourself, Drake," he grits out, when he has enough air in his lungs again to speak, and he tries to pull away but Bobby's grip is solid, and John couldn't get far.

"I'll take that as a yes," Bobby responded wryly.

John went limp in Bobby's grasp, because he knew the benefits to giving in, at least until you can get out again. "What the fuck do you want from me? Why are you tracking my every fucking move?"

"You know where Magneto is."

John laughed, leaning his head back against the ice, he could feel his heat slowly melting the ice beneath him. "You didn't come here for Magneto. You came for me."

"You're so damn full of yourself," Bobby snapped, his fingers tightening around John's wrists nearly enough to bruise; but only nearly, because it was Bobby, and Bobby doesn't like to leave bruises, not even on him.

"If this was about Magneto they wouldn't of let you come alone."

"I can take you without any help, Allerdyce, I've always could."

"Who's full of himself now?" John asked, but he's still not fighting the grip, he's just waiting for Bobby to forget he's supposed to be holding him down.

Bobby snorts. "Well, who's on top?" he asks. "At least I'm able to back up what I say. You've always been all talk."

"Oh, that's just fucking unbelievable, coming from you," John snapped. "I'm not the one that's all talk. I wasn't the one laying down when we thought Logan was dead and we were next, so don't even go there. You won't like where it leads."

Bobby stiffens at the reminder of Boston, and glared down at him. "I know why you left."

"Drop it. You don't know anything." The switch in conversation might have thrown John if he didn't know Bobby as well as did. John had to fight the urge to struggle again, he didn't want to give Bobby a reason to tighten his grip.

"Rogue told me everything," Bobby responded

John kept his eyes open, and doesn't look away. He had a sinking feeling this isn't a bluff. "Rogue doesn't know anything either."

"She's got you in her head," Bobby whispered. "She knows more than you ever trusted me enough to tell."

"It's an imprint, a ghost," John says. "That's all. She doesn't know anything."

"She knows it all, John, You left because of me."

"It was never because of you!"

John couldn't stop himself from trying to sit up, but Bobby slammed him back down. The world fades out and right back in as his head hits the ground again. "Jesus. You were too clueless to be worth my time. I wasted years at that school. It's my only regret."

"You're lying," Bobby hissed, leaning closer. "You were jealous. I was paying too much attention to her."

"You really think that?" John snapped. "Then you still don't get it. It's not about you, Drake. It's never been about you. I didn't fit in at Xavier's, you know that. I never will."

"You never tried!" Bobby snapped back. "You were always looking for reasons to play with fire, John. A reason to be pissed off, to get angry. You don't want to be happy, because then you'd have no reason to lose control."

John glanced to the side, at the wall, shivering a little as the ice beneath him started to sink into his skin. "This is starting to get boring Drake. Are you going to talk me to death or are you going to finish me off like a man?"

"You know I'm not going to kill you," he says. "I want you to come back, okay? Come back."

"Now you're asking?" John said incredulously. "Christ. Fuck off, Bobby."

"We can forget everything, we can start again."

"Forgetting things just leads to making all the same mistakes," John responded. He had learned that a long time ago, and haven't forgotten anything since.

"I'm not just going to let you go, John." Bobby simply said, eerily confident and John only barely manages to hold off a wince. "You don't just get to walk away."

"Is that supposed to scare me?" You've never scared me, Drake, so don't bother trying."

"No, I know I don't, because nothing's ever scared you, John. And I feel bad about that, I really do, because fearless is just another word to describe desperate, pathetic, people with nothing left to lose."

John smirked.

"And what have you got to lose, Drake? A girlfriend you can't touch, a job saving people that want you dead, and a family who never really knew you."

The mention of his family at the end was able to distract Bobby as he shifted his eyes and looked away from John and that was all the other mutant needed. John planted his boots on the ground, and lifted his hips, launching Bobby over his head before immediately setting himself into motion and following after him in a quick, rolling tumble that ended with their places reversed. Bobby was beneath him now, and John lifts up only enough that he can spread his legs and drop back down with his knees on either side of Bobby's hips. Bobby still has his wrists gripped firmly in his hands though, and his fingers felt frozen. Bobby looked impressed, and John smirked once again.

"I guess Summers has been going light on the training since I've been gone."

"I never was able to figure out how to do that move," Bobby sighed, sounding a little shaken, but he's not completely off his balance, because he used his hold on John's wrists to tug him down, so they're nearly face to face. "You could have broken my neck."

"But I didn't." John snapped.

John just continued to glare down at Bobby, seconds ticking by like minutes before finally John leaned in just those few inches closer, and kissed Bobby.

Bobby let him without any hesitation at all, and John knows he's thought about this too. He's always known it, and that's what Bobby and Rogue didn't get. He could have had Bobby without hardly any effort at all, because Bobby needed to be needed, and no one wanted to save John more than Bobby. John just didn't want to saved, people just didn't seem to get that and that's why John really left.

"Wait, John, we can't-" Bobby said, when John pulled back to breathe.

"I thought Rogue told you what I wanted," John said as he rested his forehead against Bobby's. "You've always been easy to read, Drake. I've always known what you wanted without having to ask the girl that's got you in her head." John kissed him again, and he felt Bobby's grip relax, along with the last of his resistance. With his hands free, John wraps them in the collar of Bobby's jacket as one of Bobby's hands goes to the side of his neck, hesitantly, like he's forgotten that it won't kill him to touch.

"All you ever had to do was tell me," Bobby whispered. But he didn't understand. He just didn't understand that some people don't want to be saved.

"You never said anything either," John reminded.

"I thought you'd kill me," Bobby responded, and he laughed, like he thinks this is their happy ending. He was so naïve. This would be so much easier if only he weren't so fucking naïve.

"I probably would have."

John slides his hands between them, and unlatched Bobby's belt. Most of the ice on the fence behind them had melted, and as he kissed Bobby again, he reaches up to thread the belt through one of the links. Bobby was so focused on kissing John he wasn't even paying attention to what John was doing.

"We can't do this here," Bobby said desperately, "Come back with me, John. We can-"

Bobby's hands have come to rest on either side of John's neck, and John reached up and grabs his wrists, before pulling them away, and slamming them down over his head. Bobby winced at the unexpected impact, but he doesn't figure out what John's doing until after John's already latched the belt tight around his wrists. His eyes widen in a kind of sick realization, and John felt a little sick himself. His heart is pounding in his ears, and his head is throbbing, making him dizzy again as gets up off of Bobby.

"When are you going to stop trusting me?" John sighed heavily while reaching down and grabs his frozen lighter, but his hands are numb enough already that he barely notices the cold.

"John," Bobby finally says, his eyes still wide and disbelievingly as he pulled himself into a seated position. "Don't do this."

"Stop following me," John said, and it took work to make his voice sound that casual, but he's had practice. "It's getting a little creepy and stalker-like, you know, so just...stop."

"John, wait," Bobby tugged at the belt. John realized that Bobby could have just frozen it and it would had snapped off but he wasn't thinking because Bobby hadn't taken his terrified eyes off of him. Bobby wasn't like John, he didn't file away every advantage like it might mean life or death, because Bobby hasn't needed most of his yet. He is still at the kids table and he still hasn't got a clue what he's up against out in the real world

John hopes this teaches him to be a little more guarded, if nothing else.

"You can't do this to me," Bobby demanded. "Not after-"

"Just listen," John tried to calm the other. "I wouldn't be good for you. You are better off without me, you know."

"Don't tell me what I know," Bobby snapped, raising his chin, striking the hero pose again. "And it's certainly not up to you to decide what I'm better off with-"

John stuck his lighter in his pocket, and hopes it thaws out soon. It's the last thing he has. "Say hi to Rogue for me, will you?"

And with that John climbed up over the fence. Bobby called after him, and John can hear the fence rattling as he walks away so he decides to move a little bit faster and he doesn't dare look back.

He knows he should be getting warmer the farther from Bobby he gets, but he couldn't stop shaking, and it feels a little like it's winter in June.

John wondered maybe he's not so fearless after all.