This chapter isn't the best, but I just wanted to update. The next one will be better hopefully. I'm sort of deciding what I'm going to do in this story! Anyway! READ ON!
Bobby looked out the window. He didn't want to be here. The professor, Logan, and Scott, questioning him. Thinking he was crazy. He didn't know what to believe anymore. He wanted to trust them. He wanted to believe they weren't going to use him as Magneto had said. He wanted to believe Rogue loved him. But he couldn't. Maybe they were right. Maybe Magneto was lying.
"I know you want to believe us. And it is going to take a while for everything to get back to normal." The Professor had obviously been reading his mind.
"Stay out of my mind alright?!"
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"Do you always do what you're told?" John looked back once more and walked out of their sight. Off the Blackbird.
"I'll be right back." Bobby walked after him. Several minutes later John was shoved into the Blackbird and onto a seat. "You aren't going anywhere. They told us to stay here, I'm sick of your attitude-"John stood up.
"Shut up. You're such a goody goody."
"Don't get in my face!"
"What are you gonna do about it? Huh?"
"Sit down." Rogue hadn't ever heard him use that tone of voice. It scared her, and it had apparently scared John too because he took a seat. "My family hates me because of you! Not just my little brother! My parents too! You destroyed our yard our house! You are reckless and I don't trust you leaving this jet-"A searing pain went through his head. But he looked around him realizing it wasn't just him, Marie and John felt it too. They dropped to the floor, helpless. Bobby grabbed Marie's gloved hand, scooting himself slowly towards her. He believed he was going to die, so he gave her one last kiss.
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"I'm just trying to help you Bobby."
"I don't know what to believe anymore professor."
"Magneto brainwashed you. I understand you are confused. But you are a good man Bobby Drake. And you'll get through this." Bobby's father always told him you can tell if someone is lying by looking at their eyes. He never understood how he could trust Scott so much, having never seen his eyes.
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The throbbing pain in Rogue's head left her moments later. Seconds that seemed like an eternity. But she felt something else. When the confusion from the strange pain left, she realized what it was. She was touching someone. The familiar feeling of taking someone's powers, memories--life-- took over. Her eyes flew open and she realized it was Bobby. She shoved him away quickly, hoping she hadn't hurt him too bad.
"Bobby!" She put her gloved hand over his cheek. "Oh my… are you okay? Bobby?" He groaned.
"I'm alright." He gasped for breath.
"What were you thinking?! How long were we together? I can't even remember- what happened." She looked around and spotted John. "You okay John?"
"Yeah I'm fine."
"Bobby… don't ever do that again. I could have killed you."
"It felt like I was going to die. I wanted to kiss you. I'm sorry."
"What happened?" Bobby thought he had a good idea of what happened.
John looked at the two of them. "I'm not sure."
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Bobby sat in his old room.
Alone.
It had only been two months. But it seemed like years. He turned around as the door creaked open. She saw rogue giving him a sober and concerned smile.
"I know I won't ever understand. I don't know where you have been. Or what they did to you. But I want to. I'm going to try-" She was cut off by an ice cold kiss.
"I don't care. I don't care if I'm confused, as long as you're here."
She hesitated to ask. But it was the only thing she could think of. "What did they do to you? What did they tell you?"
"I don't really remember that much. I remember they tortured me because... I didn't believe them. They made me believe. Look Marie, I want to believe you. I trust you, that won't ever change. They can't make me stop loving you. I want to believe you love me. But part of me… I just can't." Bobby paused for a moment. Debating on what he should say next-but decided he didn't want to talk about it right now. "Can we talk about this later?"
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A/N: All right. I know I write short chapters. That is just how it is. Heh. Maybe the next one can be a little longer, maybe. Sorry it took so long to update!