Disclaimer: Nope. Don't own Bobby. Which is a pity 'cause my best friend has a crush on him. He'd make a great birthday present.

Note: Alright, time for Iceman's speech. Sorry about the wait guys, I've had to clean out 42 years worth of junk from my grandmother's house. Anyone interested in Kleenex from 10 years ago?


Fire against ice. You can pick which side you're on, which side would win, but it's all chance in the end. It was all chance that my powers decided to escalate at the moment John's fire overwhelmed me. If they hadn't, I wouldn't be here.

John, or Pyro, is out for my blood now. I know it. I don't know what happened to shatter our friendship, whether it was something building up or a sudden impulse, but now there is more tension between us than there was between Rogue and I. So, I have to be on alert for a while now and keep an eye out for him. Because when he comes back, it just might be a fight to the death.


I sometimes imagine what life would be like if I had to give up my powers. I'd get to go back home, live with my family, be a normal kid again. No problems, no responsibilities. But, if that happened, I'd feel like half of me was missing. That I'd never be able to figure out who I was without them. And, I kind of liked being an X-Man.

So, it was a huge shock when Rogue came back after taking the cure. She'd said she did it for herself, but I knew that part of her decision was because of me. Since I was so attached to my abilities, it was like someone giving up an arm or a leg for me. I don't normally cry, but I could have right then and there. I never got a chance though, because we had our first real kiss right then and there.

There's less tension in our relationship now and that makes me wonder about humans. I wonder if we ever find true love or just physical love disguised. I wonder if when someone falls in love, they fall in love with the person themselves or subconsciously with the fact that they have a lover now. I wonder if it's possible to find real, honest to God, true love. I wonder if I'll ever find out.


And when I think of my family accepting me if I wasn't who I was, anger builds up. They love me if I'm like them; hate me if I'm different. I couldn't go back to a place like that, mutant or not. I would always be waiting for them to betray me again. They weren't my family now. The X-Men are my family now and they are a pretty damn good family, too. I'd give up my powers for them.