Authors's notes: I saw X2 on opening night and was amazed, so I got the
idea to write this fic, enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own X-men.
Rating: A high Pg-13
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X-men:Sentinal Initiative.
On a cool summers night, two teens walked hand in hand, exiting the movie theater, Bobby Drake simled as Rogue rested her head on his shoulder, "Happy aniversary Bobby"
"Happy aniversary Rogue" He returned the comment with a light squeaze to her gloved hand, "I love you, doll"
Rogue giggled a bit, latching onto his arm, "Ah' love you to, Sugah."
Bobby didn't even register the footfalls behind them, it was a New York street after all, until he heard a familiar voice, and felt a hand rest on his shoulder and saw Rogue flinch, probably from a similar event on her shoulder, "Well, long time no see, you two. Hey great movie, wasn't it? One thing though, you ever notice that Captain Picard looks a whole lot like the Proffesor?"
Bobby had mixed emotions on this one, part of him wanted to turn around and hug the newcomer, the other part of him wanted to turn around and throttle him. Slowly Rogue began to turn, Bobby followed suite, "Hi John."
"Ouch Bobby, come on" a grin spread across his former friend's features and he pretended to look hurt, "I mean, I know you're the Iceman, but do you need to be so cold?"
Bobby's features didn't change; he didn't flinch, as much as this hurt him, he knew what was real and what was an act. "You tell me John, you're the one who got on that helicopter with Magneto."
"Bobby!" Rogue jerked away from him with a shocked look on her face, "How can you say that!? This is John, you're best friend!"
He slowly shook his head, never breaking eye contact with John, "I wish I could still believe that, but he made his choice."
The grin on John's face shrank, into the customary smirk, he looked to Bobby now, not with the masquaraded look of someone greeting a long lost companion, but as a hunter, sizeing up his rival. "He's right there, Rogue, I did make my choice, and I stand by it. We're in a war, I just made sure that I'm going to come out on the winning side."
Rogue looked hurt, like she couldn't bear to hear one of her closest friends saying those words, Bobby realized, that she probably couldn't. She turned away, starting to walk away from the two. Bobby looked back to John, "Till another time." He pivoted around and went to catch up to Rogue.
John shrugged, "I guess so, Iceman, but tell me, how are the Bruins doing this year?"
"What?" Bobby swung around, looking to where John had been, but Pyro, was nowhere to be seen.
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Logan moved through the wooded trail behind the mansion, sniffing the air lightly, hearing the sobs coming from a little further ahead, something else, he smelled, cleaner air, he heard. a stream. Walking out into a small clearing of the forest he found the stream, and sitting beside it, huddled with his knees to his chest and head bobbing in soft sobs, was Scott Summers.
Scott sensed Logan's approach, but made no physical indication towards it. "Go away, Logan, I want to be alone."
"No chance in hell bub," The others may not see it, but I do, you put on an indomitable leader face for the youngins, but every night you're dying inside, I know, Storm knows it. Though we were wondering where you kept going off to at night to rot away." Logan came up beside Scott and stood there, gazeing out at the stream.
"Well, I'm glad my life has provided you guys with some entertainment." Scott said through gritted teeth, biteting back another wave of tears.
"Lay off Summers, we're worried about you, this isn't healthy, this isn't what Jeannie would of wanted."
Scott looked like he was going to retaliate, but just sighed, a tear streaking down his cheek from under his sunglasses, his fingers dancing in the dirt beside him, "I can still feel her Logan, faintly, but still."
Logan's eyes narrowed, he could still smell Jean's scent, of course, she had lived there for years, but Logan could tell this was different. "Care to explain?"
Scott shrugged, looking at his tracings in the dirt, "I can't explain it, exactly, Jean and I had something special, like we could sense when we were close to each other. The Proffesor called it a psychic rapport, said that most telepaths go their whole lives without ever establishing one, but the one between Jean and I was still new, but whenever she was around, or had just been somewhere, I could feel it, like a tingling right here." His fingers moved up from the dirt and tapped his temple.
Logan's eyes widened, he had no idea that the connection between Jean and Scott was so strong, he had never had a chance. Logan placed an arm on Scott's shoulder, deciding that this was now or never, "Scott, I kissed her," he felt Scott tense under his grip, "I kissed her, Scott, not the other way around. She stopped me, told me she was yours, hands down, you were everything to her."
"And she was everything to me"
Logan nodded, grabbing Scott by the arm and hoisting the man up, looking him in the eye, "Then prove it, don't you dare give up now, You need to be strong, She'll love you all the more for it."
Scott gave a slow nod, wipeing away a tear streak, "Thanks Logan, come on, let's go get a beer."
Logan smirked, "Scott, this is a school,"
Scott nodded, his lips hinting at a smile, "Yea, this is a school, that's why we have a second fridge with a lock on it.
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Bobby's hand pressed against the cool sensor pad, triggering the mechanism that slid the front panel off the glass case that held his uniform. How could he have been so stupid, he should have figured out John's clue imediately. The Bruins weren't playing anymore, in fact the season was over for the year. He had known there was a hidden message, had tossed and turned all night thinking about it. But it wasn't the team, it was the city, Boston. Bobby's family was in Boston, and despite what they had done to him, he couldn't stand by and do nothing when he knew they may be in danger. He took a breath and walked down to the hangar. There in the center, was the Blackbird, off to the side were two other smaller, one to two manned jets, known as X-jets. Bobby went over to one and entered his access code. No turning back now.
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Outside the mansion, a white haired man watched as the X-jet took off for Boston. He smiled, flexing his muscles in the sky blue jumpsuit. He lifted a small comunicator to his ear, "It's QuickSilver, The Iceman has taken the bait."
"Excellent," He heard Magneto's reply from the other line. "Wait for the others to follow, then move ahead with phase 2."
"Yes sir," He closed the comunicator, sneering up at the infants in their cribs, their prisons. "Soon, brothers, soo you will be liberated."
Disclaimer: I do not own X-men.
Rating: A high Pg-13
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X-men:Sentinal Initiative.
On a cool summers night, two teens walked hand in hand, exiting the movie theater, Bobby Drake simled as Rogue rested her head on his shoulder, "Happy aniversary Bobby"
"Happy aniversary Rogue" He returned the comment with a light squeaze to her gloved hand, "I love you, doll"
Rogue giggled a bit, latching onto his arm, "Ah' love you to, Sugah."
Bobby didn't even register the footfalls behind them, it was a New York street after all, until he heard a familiar voice, and felt a hand rest on his shoulder and saw Rogue flinch, probably from a similar event on her shoulder, "Well, long time no see, you two. Hey great movie, wasn't it? One thing though, you ever notice that Captain Picard looks a whole lot like the Proffesor?"
Bobby had mixed emotions on this one, part of him wanted to turn around and hug the newcomer, the other part of him wanted to turn around and throttle him. Slowly Rogue began to turn, Bobby followed suite, "Hi John."
"Ouch Bobby, come on" a grin spread across his former friend's features and he pretended to look hurt, "I mean, I know you're the Iceman, but do you need to be so cold?"
Bobby's features didn't change; he didn't flinch, as much as this hurt him, he knew what was real and what was an act. "You tell me John, you're the one who got on that helicopter with Magneto."
"Bobby!" Rogue jerked away from him with a shocked look on her face, "How can you say that!? This is John, you're best friend!"
He slowly shook his head, never breaking eye contact with John, "I wish I could still believe that, but he made his choice."
The grin on John's face shrank, into the customary smirk, he looked to Bobby now, not with the masquaraded look of someone greeting a long lost companion, but as a hunter, sizeing up his rival. "He's right there, Rogue, I did make my choice, and I stand by it. We're in a war, I just made sure that I'm going to come out on the winning side."
Rogue looked hurt, like she couldn't bear to hear one of her closest friends saying those words, Bobby realized, that she probably couldn't. She turned away, starting to walk away from the two. Bobby looked back to John, "Till another time." He pivoted around and went to catch up to Rogue.
John shrugged, "I guess so, Iceman, but tell me, how are the Bruins doing this year?"
"What?" Bobby swung around, looking to where John had been, but Pyro, was nowhere to be seen.
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Logan moved through the wooded trail behind the mansion, sniffing the air lightly, hearing the sobs coming from a little further ahead, something else, he smelled, cleaner air, he heard. a stream. Walking out into a small clearing of the forest he found the stream, and sitting beside it, huddled with his knees to his chest and head bobbing in soft sobs, was Scott Summers.
Scott sensed Logan's approach, but made no physical indication towards it. "Go away, Logan, I want to be alone."
"No chance in hell bub," The others may not see it, but I do, you put on an indomitable leader face for the youngins, but every night you're dying inside, I know, Storm knows it. Though we were wondering where you kept going off to at night to rot away." Logan came up beside Scott and stood there, gazeing out at the stream.
"Well, I'm glad my life has provided you guys with some entertainment." Scott said through gritted teeth, biteting back another wave of tears.
"Lay off Summers, we're worried about you, this isn't healthy, this isn't what Jeannie would of wanted."
Scott looked like he was going to retaliate, but just sighed, a tear streaking down his cheek from under his sunglasses, his fingers dancing in the dirt beside him, "I can still feel her Logan, faintly, but still."
Logan's eyes narrowed, he could still smell Jean's scent, of course, she had lived there for years, but Logan could tell this was different. "Care to explain?"
Scott shrugged, looking at his tracings in the dirt, "I can't explain it, exactly, Jean and I had something special, like we could sense when we were close to each other. The Proffesor called it a psychic rapport, said that most telepaths go their whole lives without ever establishing one, but the one between Jean and I was still new, but whenever she was around, or had just been somewhere, I could feel it, like a tingling right here." His fingers moved up from the dirt and tapped his temple.
Logan's eyes widened, he had no idea that the connection between Jean and Scott was so strong, he had never had a chance. Logan placed an arm on Scott's shoulder, deciding that this was now or never, "Scott, I kissed her," he felt Scott tense under his grip, "I kissed her, Scott, not the other way around. She stopped me, told me she was yours, hands down, you were everything to her."
"And she was everything to me"
Logan nodded, grabbing Scott by the arm and hoisting the man up, looking him in the eye, "Then prove it, don't you dare give up now, You need to be strong, She'll love you all the more for it."
Scott gave a slow nod, wipeing away a tear streak, "Thanks Logan, come on, let's go get a beer."
Logan smirked, "Scott, this is a school,"
Scott nodded, his lips hinting at a smile, "Yea, this is a school, that's why we have a second fridge with a lock on it.
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Bobby's hand pressed against the cool sensor pad, triggering the mechanism that slid the front panel off the glass case that held his uniform. How could he have been so stupid, he should have figured out John's clue imediately. The Bruins weren't playing anymore, in fact the season was over for the year. He had known there was a hidden message, had tossed and turned all night thinking about it. But it wasn't the team, it was the city, Boston. Bobby's family was in Boston, and despite what they had done to him, he couldn't stand by and do nothing when he knew they may be in danger. He took a breath and walked down to the hangar. There in the center, was the Blackbird, off to the side were two other smaller, one to two manned jets, known as X-jets. Bobby went over to one and entered his access code. No turning back now.
*********
Outside the mansion, a white haired man watched as the X-jet took off for Boston. He smiled, flexing his muscles in the sky blue jumpsuit. He lifted a small comunicator to his ear, "It's QuickSilver, The Iceman has taken the bait."
"Excellent," He heard Magneto's reply from the other line. "Wait for the others to follow, then move ahead with phase 2."
"Yes sir," He closed the comunicator, sneering up at the infants in their cribs, their prisons. "Soon, brothers, soo you will be liberated."