Scott, Piotr, or Bobby?... Oh, My!

By JobbyShipper

Author's Note: Alright, after writing the first chapter, I had a feeling that the story might end up going too long with Cyro (Cyclops x Pyro) as the focus, which Cyro is not going to be the focus, as Jobby (John x Bobby) will eventually be the focus. So, this chapter follows Bobby Drake at the mansion and what he's currently dealing with. I would like to think dragon shadows for the review, and anyone else that reviews in the future. So without further ado, I give you, chapter 1...

Chapter 1: The Cure: Not So Permanent

Iceman, otherwise known as Bobby Drake, sat in his room, staring at the pouring rain out his window as it fell in drenching sheets. He sighed out of sheer boredom and even yawned. The rain always made him sleepy, and considering that it was Friday, and classes had been canceled for the day due to all the stress around the mansion after Alcatraz only days ago, he was definitely near ready to fall asleep since there was nothing better to do.

Bobby turned away from his window and looked around the larger, more spacious dorm room that he'd acquired once becoming a full fledged X-Man. He missed his old dorm room on the student's side of the mansion, because of the good memories that still existed there. And that was when he remembered about John err Pyro. He kept seeing flashes of head butting him on Alcatraz Island. Bobby regretted doing that now. Sure, Pyro had meant to kill him, but was that out of hatred for him, or was it only out of loyalty to Magneto? Bobby wasn't so sure. Pyro had always been a hard guy to read as he kept everything bottled up inside. He couldn't be cracked no matter what Bobby did when he was still at the mansion.

In all respects, Bobby couldn't help but blame himself for Pyro leaving in the first place. Why would he blame himself? That was simply answered with one word: Rogue. Things were good for Bobby and Pyro's friendship before she came into the picture, but when Bobby started dating her, he gradually started loosing interest in his friendship with Pyro completely. Bobby had felt that he was more of a babysitter for him then a best friend, always having to tell him not to burn somebody's hair when he got mad at them, or not to show off all the time. Bobby hated coming to a realization that it had been more his fault for Pyro leaving then Magneto's lies feeding his oversized ego, but it was becoming more and more apparent to him as time past.

'Pyro... Where are you, Pyro?' Bobby thought to himself as he stared back out the window again. 'Are you still alive? Are you hurt? Are you dead?' Bobby didn't know the answer to any of this, because he just left Pyro lying there on Alcatraz Island when he made his escape with Kitty and Jimmy. For all he knew, Pyro could've been vaporized like so many others that night. He left his best friend on that island to die... He simply could not forgive himself for that. Bobby would've done anything now to help Pyro, but at the time, he wasn't even thinking straight, because all he knew was that he needed to get out of there before Jean managed to kill him as well. There had been no time to even think about going back to get Pyro.

Suddenly his thoughts were completely interrupted by the quick opening of his door and then the sound of it slamming loudly. Bobby turned around to see Rogue walking over to him. There was frustration all over her face. It was easy to see that something was bothering her. He stood up and moved over to Rogue, putting a hand to her face. It felt good being able to finally touch her skin after so long of not being able to.

"What's wrong, Marie?" Bobby asked her, concern all over his face.

"Bobby, Ah'm gonna kill that Cajun," Rogue replied in her Southern accent. "Ah tell you now, if Ah still had my powers, he'd be dead already."

Bobby smiled. "What did Remy do now?"

Rogue sat down on the bed and sighed. "He's a jerk, Bobby. He won't take no for an answer. You're gonna have to do your duties as my boyfriend and take care of him."

"Marie, you know that I have no control of him," Bobby informed. "No one does. Logan can't even control him. If the professor was here, he'd put the swamp rat in his place, but he's not."

"Can't you just freeze him solid and put him in the freezer then?" Rogue asked crossing her arms. "Ah'm telling ya. He's trying to break us up. Are you really gonna stand for that?"

'I don't have time for this,' Bobby thought to himself.

This was the norm with Rogue anymore. She was constantly bitching about something anymore. She wasn't even a mutant now, and yet she was complaining more then she ever did. Why would she be complaining more? That was simply answered: Because Bobby wasn't putting out. He was afraid that she was trying to rush into something with him after getting cured, and he just wasn't sure anymore if he even wanted Rogue now. She was human, and as much as he hated thinking about it, because it made him feel like he was Magneto, he couldn't get over the fact that she had just given up what made her special and all because she wanted him to put out. She had told him that she had done it because it was what she wanted, but Bobby wasn't an idiot. He might've been naturally blonde, but Rogue underestimated his intelligence.

Bobby sighed as he sat down beside Rogue. "Marie, I really don't know what to tell ya. I mean, I'm not going to start a fight with him over this. We're not children, and I'm an X-Man. I have to set an example for everyone else in this mansion, including Remy. If you don't like what he's doing, and the things he says, then just ignore him. It's that simple."

Rogue jumped up in shock and stared down at Bobby like he was some monster. "What? Bobby, when you're in a relationship with someone, you're supposed to actually be willing to help the person you love. There is no relationship if..."

Bobby stood up as well. "No, Marie, all you want is for me to be your whipped little dog, and I won't do be that. Ya know, I thought we could actually be happy together after you were cured, but I was wrong. You're not the same person that I fell in love with in Miss Munroe's history class anymore. You don't have the gifts that made you special..."

"You mean the gifts that made me unable actually touch the boy that Ah love!" Marie yelled back. "Ah did it because I love you, and I don't want to be without you anymore, but you just keep pushing me away! What is wrong with you?"

"I could personally ask you the same thing, Marie!" Bobby snapped back. "Maybe you need to go give the Cajun a shot! He might actually like your constant bitching!"

Rogue slapped Bobby right across the face causing a quick transfer of power. Rogue fell from the shock of it. She was suddenly processing Bobby's memories, feelings, powers. The floor turned to solid ice as the powers manifested. Bobby fell to the floor from the slippery ice that now covered it. He looked over to Rogue in shock. Her powers were back! She looked at her hands in complete shock as tears came to her eyes. She shook her head in complete shock. She was right back to square one as the cure was apparently only temporary.

"This isn't right..." Rogue whispered. She did her best to go to the door, slipping and sliding from the ice on the floor as she finally left the room.

Bobby gulped, trying to breathe normally. He'd been completely disoriented from the power of the slap that he'd received, and that was the real reason that he'd fell in the first place, as he felt drained. Normally he would've been able to stay standing on ice, but this was the one time he was too weak to even do so. He grabbed the side of his bed and lifted himself up onto it. He laid down on the mattress and closed his eyes, trying to get his strength back.