Ok, Cris-X, because you asked for it, and because the reviewers at X-Fan are getting me annoyed…one of the best played out side-plots in years is being completely ignored! Poor Bobby…
From the Journal of Bobby Drake, aka The Iceman
Things are going steadily downhill in my life.
What's new? you might ask. It's not as if your life has ever gone uphill. But that's not really true. Sure, there've been a lot of downturns, but mostly things had been, if not great, at least ok.
Granted, my powers have never been anything spectacular. I can't shoot blasts out of my eyes, fingers, or chest. I'm out of the loop on all the "in-jokes" the telepaths tell each other. No fur, even, and Hank claims girls really go for the whole "teddy bear" thing, so that's a shame. But hey, I've always been obliging when the mansion ran out of ice cubes, or someone wanted to go ice skating in mid-summer, so it was ok. Everyone liked Bobby Drake, unless I'd pulled a prank on them recently.
That's changing, and it's no one's fault but my own.
I can't hide behind the jokes any more – they're falling flat more often than not, and the temper I never knew I had keeps flaring up. Loudly. I blew up at Jean-Paul last week, when Warren and Paige were out fighting the werewolf guys. Threatened his life, in fact, if something bad happened to Warren. I don't know why – I just panicked. I mean, I can't do anything about what's happening to me, but the idea of something happening to one of my best friends…
Maybe that's the key. "Best friends" – I wonder if that's true. If it were, wouldn't he have noticed something was going on? I mean, I'm turning into an ice cube here, and no one has noticed! Hank probably would, at least I'd like to think he would, but I'm avoiding him. I guess I keep hoping that somehow he'll know something's wrong, and confront me about it like he's done so many times in the past. Much easier to admit there's something up when forced to than to bring it up myself. But he's busy with important things, like research and teaching. No time for his friends right now – catch you later.
But Warren – well, I guess he's too busy with Paige and his own new mutation, though he did ask if I was ok with the whole Lorna/Alex thing. I lied and said I was, but I'm not.
It's not even that I really care for Lorna any more – I mean, that was years ago. But hey, Alex comes out of a coma and ten minutes later she's proposing marriage? It's the kind of thing that can only happen to a Summers, I guess. I can't even get a date. Throw in the way Annie's mooning over Alex too, Warren's new relationship with the cheerleader, the fact that Stacy's flirting with Kurt (he thinks no one has noticed, but he's wrong – why else would he be leaving the priesthood?) – well, my closest thing to a relationship since Opal has been that empath with the psychotic mudball husband. And things aren't likely to improve, given my current state.
And no one has noticed. All the damn snoopy telepaths around here, and no one has noticed.
Maybe turning into ice won't be all bad. I mean, people always say "cold as ice" when they're talking about someone with no feelings. I almost hope it's true – maybe it won't hurt as much when mine get stomped all over if I don't have any.