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Of Fire and Ice
Author: Flame
Archive: Yes
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Now that John has left with Magneto, Bobby is determined to make him come back. But attacks on the mansion and gangs of mutants are obstacles in his path. (NOT a romance)(Incomplete)
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Chapter 10
Dirty
The next morning Bobby woke up in a strange house. He was on a couch in what seemed to be a living room with a couple of blankets on top of him and a familiar jacket.
"Morning," John's voice called to him. "Warmed up now?"
"Yeah," Bobby replied, scratching the back of his head.
"Can't you stand the cold weather?" John asked, flicking his lighter back and forth in his hand.
"Sometimes," Bobby replied.
"What do you mean 'sometimes'?" He asked.
"I don't know how to control it. The professor is still teaching me," Bobby replied.
"Why can't you learn for yourself?" John asked. "Why do you people always have to rely on him to teach you how to lives 'your' lives?"
"John, it's not like th--," he started.
"Yes it is!" John yelled. "Your better off without him."
"Is that why you left?" Bobby asked. "Because you didn't want to follow rules? To be taught how to use your power?"
"So?" John asked.
"So!?" Bobby yelled. "So your now a reason why normal people want to kill us!"
"Shut up...," John whispered.
"You abuse your powers and all of us have to suffer for it!" Bobby yelled, standing up and throwing John's jacket on the floor.
"SHUT UP!" John yelled, standing up walking up to Bobby. "You don't know what you're talking about!"
"Sorry," Bobby replied, siting back down and realizing he wasn't being very grateful that he saved his life.
"It's okay," John mumbled, also sitting back down.
"Where am I?" Bobby asked, changing the subject.
"This is where my group lives," John told him.
"Your group?" Bobby asked.
"Yeah," John told him. "My team. The ones Magneto put me with."
"You mean there are more than one team?" Bobby asked.
"Yeah," he replied.
"Is... is the mansion destroyed?" Bobby asked.
"No," John replied. "It's our new headquarters."
"Did they-," Bobby started, not sure if he really wanted to hear the answer.
"No, they didn't attack to kill, only to take over," John told him. "They will leave when they get what they want."
"What do they want?" Bobby asked, hoping that this would give him an idea on who long it will take.
"I don't know," John told him. "They will leave peacefully. We will need you in the future."
"Need us?" Bobby sighed.
"Your help," John told him. "You are our allies even though it might not seem like it."
"When they leave...," Bobby said with a serious look in his eyes. "... will you come back?"
"I don't know," John told him.
"Please," Bobby told him. "Just give Xavier another try!"
"I'll think about it," John told him.
"So," Bobby said, starting another conversation. "What are you going to do with me?"
"Make sure your safe until it's all over," John told him. "I owe you that much."
"You owe me?" Bobby asked.
"Yeah," John said smiling. "You gave me a lot when I was at the school."
"Like what?" Bobby asked.
"Your friendship for starters," he replied. "And you never gave up on me, even when I did some stupid crap."
John gave a small laugh when he thought back on his and Bobby's past. He brushed a lock of hair behind his ear and continued his usual lighter routine. He had to go to the mansion pretty soon so that no suspicion arose, so he was contemplating on what he would do with Bobby. He might be able to bring him with him... he could pose as an inductee to the Brotherhood.
John changed his mind's subject and realized how innocent Bobby still was. He had never known what it was like to be on the street by himself like John. John probably has a big police record and the cops were probably just begging for him to show his face. But Bobby was the good boy. John decided that all of his innocence had died long ago. He was dirty with sin and crime and he didn't know how to wash it away.
It was a thick dirt. It came from roads of theft and mud-pits of other crimes. It was heavy, rank, and sometimes unbearable. He needed to wash it away... but with what?
He never would have thought that Bobby would find the soap to cleanse his soul...
Of Fire and Ice
Author: Flame
Archive: Yes
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Now that John has left with Magneto, Bobby is determined to make him come back. But attacks on the mansion and gangs of mutants are obstacles in his path. (NOT a romance)(Incomplete)
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Chapter 10
Dirty
The next morning Bobby woke up in a strange house. He was on a couch in what seemed to be a living room with a couple of blankets on top of him and a familiar jacket.
"Morning," John's voice called to him. "Warmed up now?"
"Yeah," Bobby replied, scratching the back of his head.
"Can't you stand the cold weather?" John asked, flicking his lighter back and forth in his hand.
"Sometimes," Bobby replied.
"What do you mean 'sometimes'?" He asked.
"I don't know how to control it. The professor is still teaching me," Bobby replied.
"Why can't you learn for yourself?" John asked. "Why do you people always have to rely on him to teach you how to lives 'your' lives?"
"John, it's not like th--," he started.
"Yes it is!" John yelled. "Your better off without him."
"Is that why you left?" Bobby asked. "Because you didn't want to follow rules? To be taught how to use your power?"
"So?" John asked.
"So!?" Bobby yelled. "So your now a reason why normal people want to kill us!"
"Shut up...," John whispered.
"You abuse your powers and all of us have to suffer for it!" Bobby yelled, standing up and throwing John's jacket on the floor.
"SHUT UP!" John yelled, standing up walking up to Bobby. "You don't know what you're talking about!"
"Sorry," Bobby replied, siting back down and realizing he wasn't being very grateful that he saved his life.
"It's okay," John mumbled, also sitting back down.
"Where am I?" Bobby asked, changing the subject.
"This is where my group lives," John told him.
"Your group?" Bobby asked.
"Yeah," John told him. "My team. The ones Magneto put me with."
"You mean there are more than one team?" Bobby asked.
"Yeah," he replied.
"Is... is the mansion destroyed?" Bobby asked.
"No," John replied. "It's our new headquarters."
"Did they-," Bobby started, not sure if he really wanted to hear the answer.
"No, they didn't attack to kill, only to take over," John told him. "They will leave when they get what they want."
"What do they want?" Bobby asked, hoping that this would give him an idea on who long it will take.
"I don't know," John told him. "They will leave peacefully. We will need you in the future."
"Need us?" Bobby sighed.
"Your help," John told him. "You are our allies even though it might not seem like it."
"When they leave...," Bobby said with a serious look in his eyes. "... will you come back?"
"I don't know," John told him.
"Please," Bobby told him. "Just give Xavier another try!"
"I'll think about it," John told him.
"So," Bobby said, starting another conversation. "What are you going to do with me?"
"Make sure your safe until it's all over," John told him. "I owe you that much."
"You owe me?" Bobby asked.
"Yeah," John said smiling. "You gave me a lot when I was at the school."
"Like what?" Bobby asked.
"Your friendship for starters," he replied. "And you never gave up on me, even when I did some stupid crap."
John gave a small laugh when he thought back on his and Bobby's past. He brushed a lock of hair behind his ear and continued his usual lighter routine. He had to go to the mansion pretty soon so that no suspicion arose, so he was contemplating on what he would do with Bobby. He might be able to bring him with him... he could pose as an inductee to the Brotherhood.
John changed his mind's subject and realized how innocent Bobby still was. He had never known what it was like to be on the street by himself like John. John probably has a big police record and the cops were probably just begging for him to show his face. But Bobby was the good boy. John decided that all of his innocence had died long ago. He was dirty with sin and crime and he didn't know how to wash it away.
It was a thick dirt. It came from roads of theft and mud-pits of other crimes. It was heavy, rank, and sometimes unbearable. He needed to wash it away... but with what?
He never would have thought that Bobby would find the soap to cleanse his soul...