Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Men, but I do have a stowaway tunnel that I use to sneak the X-Men to my house from time to time.
Note: I kept dreaming about what happened in X3, and I wondered what certain people were thinking at times. So, here are their thoughts according to me.
It was a gift to the Professor and a curse to me. Of course, I was pretty sure he was saying that only to make me feel better. Really, not being able to touch another could only be described as a curse. Which is why I decided to get the cure.
At first, it was because of Bobby and Kitty. I was jealous of her. And when I saw them on the iced pond…let's just say my eyes were greener than usual. Then they announced the cure. That was the best news I'd ever heard. I would be able to touch again! Logan came into my mind. What would he think? I was worried that he would protest, turn me around, and demand that I forget that the cure ever existed. But that was the exact opposite reaction that I got.
"I'm not your father. Just be sure this is what you want."
What I wanted. Was it what I wanted? I closed my eyes after he left and spent a long time thinking. Give up this 'gift', or keep it and be doomed to a life without physical contact? It wasn't much of a debate, really. I opened that mahogany door and walked down the concrete with a determined step.
The line was huge, no doubt there. I kept myself busy by trying to guess what each of the mutants in the line could do. Some came out looking sick, others looked bold, and some had a bounce in their step like a kid with candy. I looked deep into the mob of angry protesters and a pair of smoky gray eyes caught my gaze. I studied the rest of his face and my gloved hand flew to my mouth, much to my dismay. John. There he was, the same cocky smirk, confident stance, and sorrowful eyes. He had a more advanced lighter hooked to his hand; no doubt he never took it off. He simply looked at me, telling me all he wanted to say with that one stare. Then he pushed through the crowd just as I went in to be stuck with a life-saving needle.
It was easy, and I left feeling oddly refreshed. DUCK! My mind shouted at me and I had no idea why. But it was so loud in my head that I fell to the ground without question just as the building exploded behind me. And there was John, laughing manically, his eyes accenting the smoke that was already rising out of the windows. He walked away with a swagger only he could ever master.
When I saw Bobby again, the look on his face was enough to make me realize how much he cared.
"But I didn't want this," he said and swallowed. I reached out an ungloved hand to take his.
"I know. It's what I wanted."
Now, I really do know that it was what I wanted, even though Bobby had some influence on my decision. I just couldn't live a life alone like that.
Right after I saw Bobby, I kissed him. Then, I went to the people who had cared for me so much ever since I had come here. I gave Logan a hug and a peck on the cheek, even though he protested. I shook Storm's hand and gave her a hug, too. I even let Kitty do my hair and make up once.
Of course, I will always have problems. Right now, the biggest one is: What do I do with all my gloves?
RTD: Hope you liked it! Next one up, Pyro's thoughts.
