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Summery: John and Bobby met again 10 years after Alcatraz. No slash.
A/N: So I was watching X2 again and somehow this sort of tumbled out, read it and let me know what you think.
Bobby opened eyes his eyes slightly, only for a large headache to barge into his head. He closed his eyes immediately but that only lessened the pain slightly.
"I guess that answers my question of how's your head." Bobby frowned he knew that voice, he opened his eyes and kept them open despite the increase in pain, he gasped as he saw him.
"John?" He hadn't seen him since Alcatraz...when John had tried to kill him. He had thought and everyone had thought that John was dead. Bobby had felt a little guilty about it for awhile, after all he had knocked him out, but he hadn't known that the island was about to be ripped apart. He looked different, the last time he had seen him he had had blond hair and now his hair was dyed a dark brown nearly black color, but was not unnatural looking, and his hair style was conservative. His face had a few more lines on it then he remembered then again it had been about 10 years since he had last seen him.
"Hey Bobby." he said his face straight which made it hard to tell what he was thinking. Bobby winced again as the pain reasserted itself reminding him of it it's presence. A pill bottle was handed to him and a glass of water was put on the beside table besides him.. Bobby blinked blankly between the two items for a few moments before he understood what was supposed to to. He popped the top of the pill bottle and shook out some pills. He tried to put the pill bottle back on the table but he winced as the pain told him that wasn't going to happen. The John took the pill bottle from him. Bobby starred at the pills in his hands. He didn't trust him, not after what had happened last time but his head hurt and he supposed it couldn't get much worse.
He grimaced as he forced himself to sit in an upright position. John looked concerned, Bobby wanted to analyze that more but decided to postpone it or any other kind of hard thinking until his headache was at least muted. He found the glass of water in his hand and he tilted his head back and took the pills and washed it down with the water. He head was still throbbing and Bobby closed his eyes again and slumped slowly back into was he realized was probably a bed, it was very soft.
"Bobby." he heard quietly after a few minutes. He shook his head even the quiet volume made his headache worse. He absently heard movement, his headache slowly started to dull bit by bit until he finally able to think. John was alive, John had him, how in the world did John have him? He had been on a mission for the professor, trying to stop the brotherhood who had in the last ten years had gained quite a few followers especially since it was revealed that the cure had only been temporary. The last thing he remembered was being hit on the head with a desk by a telekinetic. He raised his hand to to forehead and found his head was wrapped in gauze. Bobby had gone alone since there had been several other attacks happening at the same time, he had been outnumbered and honestly he had thought he was going to die.
"Are you hungry?" Bobby jumped he had been so distracted by his thoughts he hadn't heard him approach. Bobby looked at him again in confusion. Was John part of the brotherhood? He hadn't been one of the one's he was fighting, but maybe he was reinforcements?
"Are you still part of the brotherhood?" he shook his head.
"No, I stopped being part of the brotherhood after Alcatraz."
"Why?" John starred at him for a long moment before answering.
"I didn't fit in there either." He frowned as he remembered Johns growl of rage as he was fading into unconsciousness.
"Did...Did you save me?" John bit his lip but nodded.
"Why? I mean the last time we saw each other you tried to kill me." Bobby meant to put more anger in it but mostly he was confused.
"Bobby it's been nearly 10 years." he shook his head still confused.
"What's changed?"
"Are you hungry?" John asked instead. Bobby frowned again.
"What-?"
"You've been out for 15 hours." Really he had been out that long? Then he shook his head he wasn't going to let John distract him.
"John. What have you been doing in the last 10 years?" John shook his head..
"That's not important." Bobby scoffed.
"Right, what you've been doing in the last 10 years during which I thought you were dead weren't important." he said shaking his head slightly, his expression derisive.
"Bobby...I don't want to get into this." John said his eyes flaring, showing his first glance at the friend he remembered.
"I do!" Bobby took in deep breath "At least tell me why you saved me."
"I...I didn't know it was you." John admitted, Bobby frowned.
"You were here for another reason but you're not part of the brotherhood." his eyes flared again.
"Far from it."
"Why were you here then?" John stood up.
"I'm going to go get you some food." he left the room and Bobby heard a click, he sighed in frustration. He wanted to know the answer, but apparently John exactly was not forth coming. Why would John already have been there? The brotherhood had been attacking a small group of mutants, as far as he knew they weren't active in the mutant war one way or another. Why they were even on the brotherhood radar he had no idea. What connection could John had to a neutral mutant group? John had never been the neutral type, always one to fight for what ever cause or reason he could think about. His thoughts were interrupted again as the door opened, Bobby looked up expecting to see John but saw a small child instead.
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A/N: It's not going to be a very long story just 2-4 chapters depending on interest and input from my muse.
