Disclaimer: don't own them, don't sue! Chapter 2.. A busy night

Another midnight chat with Logan. Really the guy wasn't that bad. Comical really, when you look at the way he hunts through the cupboards hoping someone would have accidentally left some beer there. The last time Storm had caught a boy with it in the kitchen he had been grounded for a month. Bobby grinned as he blew across his bottle, a pot of strawberry ice cream in front of him. The chocolate was finished, and he didn't really care for vanilla. They sat in silence, which was a change, for normally Logan spent half the time criticizing the lack of junk food in the cupboards, or how every mutant and his dog was walking through the school. In fact it had been pretty quiet through the week. Tonight however, had not been. Bobby reflected.

Firstly, Emma had come in, pencil in hand. Logan hadn't been there at the time, but Bobby was expecting him any moment. She had grabbed a bottle of soda, and sat down. Bobby had wondered why she hadn't drawn it on her paper, to get a drink, and had asked her. "Well, I couldn't sleep, needed a walk." Bobby had an id4ea, however, and by the time she left Bobby had what he needed. Now, as he sat with Logan, with him complaining, he picked up a few bottles from the floor, and handed them to Logan. His eyes lighted at the label, which confirmed his questionable glance at whether it was beer. "Where d'ya get it, kid?" Bobby just grinned and blew the top of one open bottle. Ice formed in the top. The bottle looked a bit wonky from where he was sitting, but Logan didn't seem to notice. Emma was getting extra drawing lessons, but straight lines were still a mystery to her.

He yawned, stood up, bade Logan good night, and walked out with a 'thanks kid,' from Logan himself. But bobby didn't feel like sleeping. He wandered around the house, restless. The night was a warm one, and even with his icy powers he felt hot. He walked, deep in thought, round the corner, and bumped into Siren, who accordingly, opened her mouth to scream with surprise. Bobby, however, saw what was coming, and put his hand over her mouth. "Thanks," she muttered, and wandered on again.

Bobby continued in surprise at the amount of movement that night. He grinned as he remembered Sirens last shriek. It saved a good many children that night, acting as an alarm bell, but deafening to the ear.

He came to the entrance hall, and was about to walk up the stairs when he realized that they were still under construction from when they were blasted. He sighed, then was struck with an idea. He created a step with his hands, then gingerly stood on it. He hadn't tested his power to do this yet. It broke, but he did it again, while holding onto the wall, and he calmly walked up his ice steps, to the top, where he stopped making it, and wandered on.

"Quite impressive, Bobby," a voice said from beside him. He turned. It was professor Xavier. "Oh, I understand totally. Can't sleep. Nothing works better than a nighttime wander."

Bobby nodded, and Xavier gestured for him to continue with him. They walked, or rather Bobby did, Xavier wheeled himself, along the corridor. He led Bobby into an empty room, and onto a balcony. "I often come here at night," he told Bobby in a hushed voice. To think and look at the view. Nice isn't it?"

"Beautiful," Bobby said in a hushed voice as the landscape opened around the balcony, a sight which he rarely had seen, the trees swaying, a silhouette in the background, as the vast ground stretched out before him. They were on the top floor, and the expansion of the view stunned him.

"I believe Rogue sits just above this many nights. On the roof," the professor said with a sly glance at Bobby.

"Rogue sits on the Roof??" Bobby asked, his attention reverted back to the professor.

"Oh yes. She has her worries. It helps you to think on nights like this, I believe. "

Bobby sighed. "She is always unhappy. She's afraid that she's going to hurt someone."

"Of course. So would you if you had her responsibility as to not touch people. She is a very strong lady, and she is managing very well. Enough even, to play around in lessons occasionally."

Bobby blushed. Rogue was the top pupil, but Bobby had made her slack off a bit, in order to enjoy themselves a bit. When she had last accidentally borrowed his power, she had it for the next day, and in class, he had persuaded her to make an ice sculpture, and she had contrived to build a unicorn, with wings outstretched. "To fly away, get away from all your troubles." She had said as she had given it to him. It was not until now, he had realized the extent of her words. Maybe life wasn't so easy as he thought. But while she was happy, he was going to be happy and enjoy life with her.

He looked back on the night when the sky was clear, and the view was magnificent and it gave him hope, what Xavier was endlessly searching for in other people.

TBC.

Another chapter. I just thought I would look into life when there isn't a lot happening, when people may have their own inner struggles, which I can show in the next chapters. Please Read and Review so I know whether to continue (not sure whether story is actually any good!) thank you. And thank you for my last reviews. xxx