Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Men. And while I'd like to borrow Bobby indefinitely, I left my Realizer in another fanfic…
A/N: Prediction time. Seeing as Austen's giving me nothing to work with, I'm taking a guess as to where he's going.
From the Journal of Bobby Drake, aka the Iceman
Chapter 6
Damn it, Warren, when I said drop me, I didn't mean land on top of me!
Ok, as first thoughts go when regaining consciousness, those probably aren't the most history-making. But hey, I've learned something important - even a head composed entirely out of ice can be knocked out by having a 200 pound winged mutant crush it into a hard surface.
I open my eyes, and look around as much as I can. Thank God I fell face-up; the alternative doesn't bear considering. There's no one here. Not Warren, not Jubilee, nobody.
They just left me laying here. Alone.
…
I wonder why?
That's something to think about. Depressed as I am, I'm finding it really hard to believe it was intentional. I mean, Warren's been lugging my head around for a while; it's unrealistic to think that he'd just leave me now unless he didn't have a choice.
So the questions of the hour are, "Where did everyone go? And why?" I'm not sure I like the answers that are coming to mind. Let's face it; as friends go, mine may be incredible dense. They may be unfeeling, or at least it seems that way at times. But if I rule out them leaving me here willingly, unwillingly is about the only thing left. And that means something is very, very wrong.
Maybe…maybe it's time I stopped feeling sorry for myself. My ice form's been shattered before, and I pulled it back together. Admittedly I had a bit more to work with, but theoretically it should work. Maybe it WON'T be enough to get myself back to flesh and blood again, but I've got to do something. And let's face it - my teammates won't be expecting it, much less the demon-guys. No offense, Kurt.
So…let's find some stray water molecules, shall we? And see if we can put the Iceman back together again…