Disclaimer: I forgot to add a disclaimer to the prologue page, oops! Oh well this one is for the whole story ok? Please don't sue me! I don't in any way own any of the X- Men or their world, I'm just playing with them! Although I wouldn't mind the number of a certain Iceman…heehee

Thanx for all the reviews I've gotten so far. My first story and I got reviews. Yeah! All right, now back to the story…

            Bobby shifted in his bed, a sliver of moonlight flashing in his eyes. He sighed and decided he had had enough of relieving the memories of the past week. He swung his feet down onto the cold floor of his room and stood up. He needed someplace to go, to get his mind off of things. And the room felt so empty. It was the room he had shared with John since he had first came to the school. But now John was gone, presumably with Magneto. Whether John had gone willingly or had been kidnapped was anyone's guess but Bobby suspected that it was the former. John had always had a part of darkness in him and his ideals had always leaned more to Magneto's side than to the Professor's. Still, John was his friend and Bobby hoped that wherever John was, he was safe.

            Bobby opened the door of this room and peered out, seeing no one he ventured out and pulled the door shut, letting it 'snick' gently as he let go of the handle. Normally he wouldn't care who knew he was still up. There were several fellow insomniacs among the staff and students who he saw quite regularly during his forays to the kitchen. But the school had only opened only two days ago and there were patrols of teachers who had been roaming the halls the night before. They told students who were still traumatized from the attack not to worry, that there was no danger from the noises they heard, that they were safe and to go back to bed. He didn't want to go back to bed, he had tried that and it hadn't worked. What he needed now was ice-cream.

             As he walked down to the kitchen Bobby noticed signs of the attack that were still around, the door to the library busted off its handle, several panes of glass broken and through which the wind was whistling eerily. There was also a different feeling about the school. There was fear. That was to be expected but there was also sadness. Jean's death had affected Scott the most; he was functioning like a sleepwalker, stumbling through every day tasks. He wouldn't look at anyone and whenever someone spoke to him he'd reply in a low monotone. Logan wasn't much better, snapping at anyone who came too close to him and all the students, Bobby included, missed Jean's warm smile and calm competence. It would take a while for Jean's ghost to fade, if it ever did, Bobby mused as he reached the kitchen.

            He went to the school's huge freezer and pulled out a tub of ice cream. "Rocky Road," he read out loud. "Good enough, I guess." He grabbed a spoon, pulled the cover off and started eating. He ate spoonful after spoonful, letting the icy smoothness slide down his throat. As he ate his mind flashed to other things, in particular to the one scene he didn't want to think about right now, that he didn't want to relive. But he kept flashing to the phone call earlier in the day. He tried to think of other things but that memory kept invading his mind, forcing him to relive every moment…