It Was All A Dream
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Chapter 11
Drunken Illusions
Bobby ran a hand through his tousled hair. He felt like he was on top of the world as he swayed over to Ken's kitchen for a new drink. The party had only been going on for 2 hours but all ready couples were sprawled on any available surface of the big house. Bobby poured a fresh cup of beer from the tap someone brought into the kitchen. He sent a cheerful smile towards Calvin Clark and whatever girl he was making out with on top of the counter as he exited the room. He eyed for any available girls. He needed someone to take his mind off that kiss. Someone to make all his worry's go away. But with one glance he did not notice any available girls. Muttering a curse to himself, he settled down in a corner sipping his beer. Now he was alone with his thoughts.
In the drug induced state of mind, Bobby had a difficult time figuring out what was fact and what was dream…. Was he a student of Xavier's soon to be X-Men, or was he the star soccer player? Was he in love with Rogue aka Marie D'Ancanto or was he wary of Marie O'Brien school geek? He sipped the yeasty liquid. It was warm to the taste. Without even thinking about it he concentrated on the liquid and "pulled* the water molecules together, forcing them to slow down. If he was Bobby "Iceman" Drake, it would have caused the beer to cool, but to the normal Bobby all it caused him to do was to press in the cup and cause the beer to flow down his shirt. He cursed loudly as he pulled himself onto his feet. All he had to do was make it to the bathroom to wash of the beer.
He stumbled into the hallway and slammed painfully into the bathroom door. Kat Pride screamed as Bobby walked in the middle of a very questionable session between her and Ken. He sent a small smile as he fell back onto the floor. The door slammed closed. Bobby leaned his head against the cold hard wood floor, with the party echoing in his soar head. Right now he wanted to crawl into a hole where all the confusing emotions left him alone. Instead he just passed out into a black world.
Her lips were against his, warm and wet. He ignored the fact that any minute that she could kill him. All he needed were her lips against his and everything would be fine. For this minute there was no Mutant Registration. In this moment there was no Magneto. In this moment there was no Pyro. In this moment all there was Rogue and him. The way it should have always been.
Marie O'Brien creaked open the oak door. Her brother Steve had already run inside, and ignored all sense reason. The smell of beer reeked inside the house. Music blasted on the stereo, and to Marie's dismay the muffled sounds of an orgy could be heard. She shuttered as she made her way down the hallway. Briefly the image of interrupting Bobby in an odd situation popped into her brain. She shuttered in disgust. But besides disgust was the feeling of jealously. She pushed the emotion aside. She also tried to ignore her conversation with Ronny Drake. He thinks he can wield ice… Could that be a coincidence? Or was there something more?
Her foot steps echoed on the wooden flooring. She looked into each of the ground floor rooms and was getting impatient. There was no sign of Bobby Drake. All she needed was her purse and she would get out of this joint as fast as possible, after she lectured Steve again why these kinds of things were bad ideas.
She hurried towards the direction she assumed the kitchen was. She hoped she found him in there so she did not have to venture upstairs. Before she even made it there, she tripped and fell to the ground.
Cursing from the pain spreading in her ankle, she looked over to what tripped her. Ah, so she found Mr. Cool. He was curled into the fetal position, muttering in his sleep. Sitting up, she eased her way over to him. Maybe if she just took his keys from his pocket, she could just get her purse and leave. Marie hesitated over Bobby, biting her lip as she eased her way to his pocket. Before she could reach in she found herself on the floor again as he rolled.
She cursed as his legs pinned her to the ground. "Damn it, Bobby. Get up!" She yelled softly at him. He just shifted more. She tried getting up but her ankle was starting to hurt her to much.
Marie looked up at his sleeping face. It was relaxed, and if he didn't reek of beer, he would have been attractive. She went to grab the keys again, when he began speaking again. "Marie?" he muttered.
Thank God, he isn't totally gone, she thought. "Yeah, Bobby?"
"Why did they have to do it?" he said softly, his eyes closed tightly.
She became confused. "Who did what?" she asked.
"Oh Marie, you know. That law. Why did they pass that law? It changed everything. It killed so many." His voice was surprisingly clear, as if he wasn't drunk.
"Bobby, you're having a bad dream, wake up!" She didn't want to hear anymore as her insides began to churn.
"It killed us, Marie. We lost what made us, us!" Tears fell down his face. His eyes opened, pale without it's usually luster. He was lost in another world. He looked down at his hands. "I can't form ice, I can't control it. I know I always said I wanted to be normal…but I am lost without it. It is like I can't see, or hear, or touch." But his sad expression changed as he touched her wrist. "But one thing did come out of it… I can touch you now." He sat up, shaking his head as if to clear his head, but the pale eyes stayed. He moved over to her and went to kiss her…
"Bobby no!" She yelled. Inside she wanted to, but too many emotions inside were churned up, and this was the last thing she needed.
"Rogue you are no more…" He smiled happily.
She pushed him back and he toppled on the floor. "I was never a rogue! I am Marie and you have no control over me, Bobby Drake." She went to stand up, but her ankle had already begun to swell. She managed to prop herself against the wall. "Steve, we are leaving." she screamed. There was no answer. She started hopping away. "Steve!"
Bobby made his way off the floor and looked over to her retreating back. All the thoughts about the X-Men faded as his eyes brightened with their natural glow. All say was her. "Marie?"
"Stay way from me, ICEMAN!"
"Iceman? What the hell are you talking about…?" He walked over to her slowly. Noticing her limp, he went over to help but she tossed her shoe at him instead. It was amazing. He felt so sober. As if all the alcohol had washed out of his system. "Let me help you."
Marie fell to the ground, her ankle killing her. "I don't want your he…"
Someone pounded the door. "This is the police! Open up." Bobby ducked down in a crunch as he hurled himself to her side in instinct. He had witnessed these kinds of attacks before…like Stryker's. The image of Wolverine killing popped inside his brain and he felt his knees shake.
"Oh my parents are going to kill me…" Marie thought back on her dreams of Rogue. The mansion's attack…the kidnapping…
"No they aren't…not if we get out first." He put his arms around her and picked her up… "My car is around back we can get out…"
"Steve…we need to find Steve…"
"Open up or we must use force." The voice screamed from behind the door…almost like Stryker behind his wall of ice. Bobby wished for the ability to be Iceman now but he just reacted out of pure instinct. They could wait to find Steve and get caught or flee and let the boy get caught. The urge to leave him behind was the same as he wanted to leave Logan behind. But again that face just did him in with that voice. "Please, Bobby…" Instead of heading for the back door, Bobby ran up the nearby stairs with Marie in his arms praying they won't get caught.
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