Untouchable
AN/ As someone told me, 12 days since I updated. For the first time in a while I have encountered a massive writer's block! *NO* But don't worry, watching Shawn Connery say *That is naughty* in the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen has made me able to write. *Don't ask me why, by the by, I don't know if I liked that movie or not* Anyway I am back. Keep up the great job with reading and reviewing, and I will keep writing.
Love all my reviewers,
Bry
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Chapter 19
The Ice With the Beast
Bobby Drake kicked back his heels waiting for his turn to see Dr. McCoy. Jubilee had just entered the medical room before him so Bobby had about 15 more minutes before he saw the doctor.
Physicals were being held all through the month. Every student was required to receive one and since the institute now had two doctors because of Rogue's coma, Dr. McCoy had taken charge of the physicals while Jean worked on research.
Bobby examined his pass. The white paper was crumbled along the edges from his own doing. When he found the pass in his mail slot this morning, Bobby had become relieved. It let him out during history so he was able to avoid Rogue although he didn't seem to have that problem. Ever since their fight a week ago, Rogue had not come to any of their classes. It is almost like she disappeared off the planet.
Bobby sighed. He didn't know what was happening to their relationship. Actually he didn't know if they even had a relationship anymore. Bobby didn't understand. Was he wrong for trying to protect the woman he loved? It was already his fault for her condition. If only he did not behave like a hot head over John. If only he realized that Rogue would have followed him to help. If only he could have protected her from Ms. Marvel's touch. Now she was hearing voices in her head and she was wielding her fists like cement blocks. His chest still had a bruise from her hand. He didn't know who Marie was anymore, and he was starting to think that maybe he didn't want to.
"Bobby?" a soft voice echoed his name.
He looked up dazzled for a moment, thinking her heard Marie's soft Southern twang, but his hopefulness left him almost immediately when he saw Jubes concerned face.
"Yeah?" he tried to sound like he didn't have a care in the world.
Jubilee sighed. Both of her friends were acting like idiots. If only they could see that they were meant for each other. "Dr. McCoy wants you now."
Bobby blinked. "Oh, what does he do?"
"He makes you do what you can with your power."
Bobby nodded; thoughts of his pointless experiment filled his brain. What was the use if Rogue didn't need him anymore?
Jubilee started to walk away before she turned back to her lost friend. "Bobby?"
He stood up to enter the medical room. "Yeah?"
"She is as miserable as you are."
"Really?" hope filled his voice.
"Yep, get back together before someone kills both of you." She walked away before he could give her an answer. She prayed she did the right thing.
Bobby felt hope build in his stomach as he entered the medical room. The white walls glared at him, but he did not care. He might have a chance.
He stood by the door, looking around for the doctor. All he saw was the examining table with the adjoining instrument table. The room was almost bare.
"Drake, Robert. An 18 year old Bostonian who is abnormally healthy. Also has the uncanny ability to wield ice." A loud voice filled the room. Bobby looked around to find the source. He hated being referred that way. It almost made him sound like a number that didn't matter. He had met Dr. McCoy when he treated Rogue, but he had not really paid that much attention to the man. Bobby's concern had been on Rogue better.
The man known as Hank McCoy walked behind a cubical wall carrying a manila folder. He glanced up from the papers and sent the teen a smile. Bobby had heard rumors of Dr. McCoy's successful career as a college football player. One look at his wide hands and large build explained that. But instead of following the many other college all-stars to the pros, Dr. McCoy decided to become a doctor instead. He looks were one of an animal. Like Logan, he looked too wild to be considered a normal human. But unlike Logan, Hank had the airs of an educated man.
"Are you ready to begin?" the doctor asked.
"Begin what?" Bobby asked trying to ignore the nerves in his stomach.
Dr. McCoy lumbered over to the examining table and sat down on a small black stool. He motioned Bobby to leave the door way. "I want to find out what makes you tick."
"Tick?" Bobby asked as he walked to the table. "Am I a clock?"
The doctor smiled as marked something on the file. "No, I just curious about your power, I am updating the records on Xavier's computers. Some of the students' mutations seemed to stop, while others seem to evolve more. I am wondering where you fall."
"Am I a research paper?" Bobby asked not liking the tone in Dr. McCoy's voice.
"Not a research paper. No, I am planning a proposal for the Senate. Fear comes from lack of understanding."
"Dr. Grey explained." Bobby felt his stomach turn. "That didn't ease any fear."
Dr. McCoy's manner changed. "Are you aware when you are angry the temperature drops?"
"What?" Bobby was confused. He looked over to the doctor and noticed that the man's hand was shaking under a layer of frost. "Oh, that was clever." He glanced at the doctor's hand as it wrote the notes. "I guess you are not writing the paper."
McCoy reached over to the table and picked up a tube. "Never know. Most likely wouldn't work, but could be a good try. Stick this in your mouth."
Bobby wordlessly placed the thermometer into his mouth.
After a few minutes, Dr. McCoy retrieved it and looked oddly surprised at the temperature. "You should be dead. Amazing." His hand wrote more notes in a kind of short hand Bobby couldn't understand.
Dr. McCoy looked back up at him. He reached over and grabbed an electrode. "May I?" he asked softly while he motioned at Bobby's shirt. Bobby looked slightly shocked but unbuttoned his shirt nonetheless. After attaching the device, Dr. McCoy pressed a few buttons on the table. "What else can you do?"
Bobby narrowed his eyes in concentration as he manipulated the water molecules around him. Within seconds a sculpture of a Hank himself appeared on the floor.
"Heart rate decreases…Does forming ice relax you?"
Bobby thought about it. "I guess so, unless I have a reason to be stressful, like in battle." His fight with John appeared in his head.
"Can you demonstrate?"
Bobby went off in his demonstration of his ice creatures, while Hank took notes on the physical reactions resorting from the mutation. The slow heart beat concerned him while the room became colder. It appeared the boy could go on all day. A hypothesis formed in his head as he reached for a syringe.
Bobby was about to send a spear into the air when he felt the needle pierce through his skin. He cursed as he turned toward the doctor, ready to attack.
"Just what I thought." Hank examined Bobby's blood.
Bobby was confused. "What in hell…"
"Your blood is literally frozen."
"What!"
He handed the distressed teen the syringe. "Not totally frozen, but solid enough to lower heart rate. It just oozes into the valves, really not going anywhere. Usually you would think the heart rate would go up, but not in your case. I bet you can turn into solid ice." He leaned in and looked back at his notes. "The Professor mentioned something about an experiment you were planning. What about?"
Marie face slammed into his head. "Nothing worth doing."
"Why not?"
Bobby let out a stream of cold breath, "Because she doesn't need me too."
"She? Would this be Rogue?"
He let out another sigh as he reached out his hand. "I am her boyfriend, or was. Since she couldn't control her power…." His hand covered in a layer of thick ice. Slowly movement could be detected. "…I thought I could help."
"Amazing." Hank quickly started to take more notes. "What happened with her?"
"She woke up from the coma not needing me. She can handle herself now without Mr. Freeze cramping her style."
"She said that?" Hank thought of the girl he treated.
"Not in so many words but…" He opened his shirt more and displayed the large bruise visible on his chest. "…she made her point clear."
"Ah, why didn't you get this checked out? She has already been down here more than once for testing. It is safe to say she can do incredible damage."
Bobby unattached the electrode from his heart and began to button up his shirt. "Because I didn't want anyone to fear her again. If word let out she could do this, then it would be like how it was when she first came to the school; kids fearing her, being a loner. She didn't deserve that."
From the person she hurt the most with her powers. Hank lifted his eyebrow. It only bothered him slightly about the information he was about to release. "Well, it seems like you would know. You know about the voices in her head?"
"Voices?"
"Yes voices. Carol Danvers' persona was torturing her brain after she woke up. She has found away around it now. Maybe you should consider speaking with her again."
"I don't know." He muttered.
"Well" Dr. McCoy picked up his papers; finished with the physical, "it is your choice. But love for mutants can be rare. Your power is ice, Mr. Drake. Don't let it bloke you from her." He walked over to the cubical. "Please tell Ms. Pryde to come in on your way out."
"Sure." Bobby hopped off the table. "Thanks, Doc." He mumbled as he left the room. He thought over the advice as he exited the door and motioned for Kitty to enter. His conversation with Jubilee came back to him. Maybe his Marie still needed him, even though she could handle herself.
He walked down the corridor, trying to figure out what to do when he heard the tone. That soft Southern tone.
"Bobby"
He looked up, becoming aware of the form in front of him. "Marie"
Her green eyes seemed wider than usual, her stance alluded confidence, and her hair seemed as soft as always. "Can we talk, Bobby."
His supposedly slow heart began to pound. A mix of emotions clouded his mind: Love, Surprise, and Uncertainty. "Sure."
AN/ And that is all she wrote. I know I wrote Hank kind of wrong but hey I am the author. *Evil laugh* This chapter doesn't make that much sense but I wanted to show Bobby's powers more, establish a relationship between the good ole doctor and him, AND show is confusion of his lovely Marie. Up next, will they get back together, how is Rogue dealing with her powers and what ever happened to John and Carol? Keep on reviewing! And if the chapter sucks too much I will rewrite it, but I kind of like it!
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Bry
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