She wanted me to stay behind. She wanted me to stop him and help him. I thought that she'd forget about him. She should know that he could take care of himself. But she can get me to do anything for her.
I pressed my hand to the wall and slowly sent ice to the spot between Logan and Stryker. A large ice wall formed. Logan screamed and touched the ice, almost like he was reaching for a long lost lover or friend.
"Logan come on!" Rogue called.
"No. I can take care of myself," he insisted, not looking away from the ice.
"But we can't,"
He stopped to look back at the ice for a moment then ran to us, pushing into the secret passage. "Move!" he pushed us out of the doorway, closed it and led us down the hallway.
* * *
"I found some of my mom's old clothes," I handed her the shirt and pants.
"Groovy," she replied as she looked at them.
"Yeah, I think they're from before I was born," she smiled and turned away to begin to change. I turned away, giving her privacy, but I took a quick glance as she pulled the nightgown over her head.
She had such beautiful skin, smooth, ivory-pale, shining. It hurt I couldn't touch her, be near her, or taste that skin.
In the midst of my daydreaming I felt her hand grab my shoulder and pull me to face her. She looked good in my mother's old clothes. She would look good in anything. "These are my grandmother's…" I handed her long, leather, white gloves.
"Thank you," she slowly put each one on, slowly pulling them up to her elbows.
I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to taste her. I had been trying to kiss her for weeks now, but she kept resisting. I didn't care if she hurt me or not. I leaned in close to her face.
"Bobby, I don't-"
"You won't hurt me," I replied. I place my lips n hers. It was heaven. I didn't feel her power, I only felt her. She tasted of blueberry lip balm.
She pulled away to breathe and exhaled. I could see the ice forming as she did. She smiled. "Wow."
I kissed her again, but more intense. I kissed her multiple times, only pulling away briefly to breathe. It wasn't enough. I wanted more, I could tell she wanted more too but it wouldn't happen.
I felt my skin start to tighten around my bones and my vines expand, as my blood seemed to stop. I felt my breath leaving my lungs and the energy being drained out of my body.
She pushed me away. I knew she had felt what she was doing to me. I didn't care, I wanted more of her. "I'm sorry…" she said. She looked as if she were about to cry. "I didn't mean to…"
"No…" I took a deep breath in. I felt my body returning to its normal state. I wanted more than I ever. I would have kissed her a thousand times more.
* * *
The police were afraid to come any closer to us, thanks to John. Rogue had touched him, taking part of his powers and stopped the fires.
The jet was waiting for us. I knew it was Ronny that had called the cops.
I stopped walking just before I reached the jet. I looked up at my bedroom window and saw my mother, father and Ronny. Mom had her arm protectively around Ronny. Their new son, their perfect son, their normal son.
I knew right then and there I'd never see any of them again.
* * *
I hit the floor. The pain that was pulsating in my brain and heart caused my to fall. I felt as if a train had hit me.
I was dying. I knew it; I could feel my body slowly shutting down. My heart was slowing, my lungs were collapsing, and I felt my brain swelling and pulsing.
I saw her too. She fell at the same time I did. She was screaming out in pain. I knew she was dying too. I wanted to die before she did. I didn't want to see her die. I didn't want to see her in pain. Maybe we would die together.
I reached my hand to her. She took it and tightly gripped my fingers. I wish she had taken her glove off so I could feel her skin one last time. But I was thankful to be with her now.
* * *
We're all standing in front of the President. The Professor is telling him about the war and how we've had casualties.
We lost Jean. She was a wonderful teacher, beautiful woman and wonderful person. We all still hurt, but no one suffered as much as Scott did.
John is gone too. He left with Magneto. He should be standing here with us. The X-men. He wanted to be one so bad. I'm a X-Man now. So is she. And we have our uniforms.