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Bobby looked up expecting to see John but instead saw a small child. A boy no older then 10 was standing in the doorway looking at him. Bobby frowned, why was this kid here? He stepped forward quickly after a few moments of hesitation.
"Are you...part of the X-Men?" Bobby nodded, the kid looked at him intensely.
"Yes." maybe it was cheap since he was just a kid, but he wanted to know.
"Did you see the man that left my room?" the kid looked around the room nervously before nodded his head.
"Do you know who he is?" he looked around again then nodded again.
"Will you tell me?" the kid starred at him for a long moment before backing up a few feet.
"I shouldn't be in here, if he finds out I'm going to get in so much trouble."
"It's okay I won't tell him." the kid shook his head vigorously though and left the room in a rush. Bobby sighed, so close to figuring out what was going on and yet so far. The door opened again, he was hoping it was the kid again ready to tell him what was going on but it was John. Although it wasn't all bad because John had a very edible looking sandwich with him. At the sight his mouth started to water, his stomach rumbled a bit, he hadn't eaten in over 19 hours he was well overdue for some food. John put the sandwich down on the beside table again and Bobby resisted the urge to pick it up.
"What are you going to do with me?" Bobby asked as he started to think that maybe John wasn't telling the truth, it wouldn't be the first time. He asked his question to Johns back, because after he had put down the sandwich John had started heading back out of the room. John paused, and turned around.
"You won't be harmed." he said calmly. "As soon as you're feeling better you can go back."
"John-" John held up his hand.
"Bobby just...just leave it alone." he said and walked back out the door closing it behind him. Bobby starred at the closed door for a moments before his stomach growled again this time louder. Bobby opened the sandwich and smiled, even after ten years John still remembered how to make sandwiches the way he liked them. He put the sandwich back together and took a large bite out of it, it was good too, he quickly demolished the sandwich. When he was finished he frowned and started going through his pockets looking for his communications device and couldn't find it They were going to be worried about him, especially if what John said was correct and he had been out of communication for 15 hours. Especially since he had been so close to dying in the first place.
To avoid thinking about how much the X-men was probably worrying about him he focused on why John had been there in the first place. He got up off the bed and made his way over to the door only to find it locked from the outside. Bobby grimaced and made his way back to the bed. He tried to figure it out for a few hours, during which he went back to lying down on the bed. He had started to fall asleep again when the door opened again. He forced himself to wake up and sit up again.
"Where's is it?!" He demanded immediately. John looked at him confused.
"Where is what?" before Bobby could ask again John looked like he understood and took it out of his pocket.
"Are you holding me captive?" Bobby asked heatedly. John shook his head.
"How are you feeling?" he asked as he sat down again on the chair in front of him.
"If I'm not a captive does that mean I can go?" he asked suspiciously. John looked him over with his eyes.
"How are you feeling?" he asked again not answering the question.
"I'm fine, can I go?" John stared at him for a long moment, then slowly nodded.
"Yeah you can go." he slowly nodded again as he got up from his chair again. "Follow me." Bobby got up on his feet again and followed him out of the room. He blinked as he looked at a completely blank space where there would usually be a family room's furniture. Except that he caught the sight of a sleeping bag that looked like it had been hastily shoved into a corner. Bobby frowned as he lost sight of it as they made their way up the stairs. The room on the other side of the stairs was a kitchen. The places where a fridge, and stove would normally be were empty. Bobby turned his gaze to John even more confused and curious. They made their way through a hallway and he saw yet another blank room, he paused as John opened the front door.
"John...John are you squatting here?" he asked as the thought came into his mind. John froze and then turned around.
"Bobby...it's time for you to go." he said and gestured for Bobby to leave. He should leave, he knew he should, John was offering him the chance to leave and walk away which he should take. Even though John had told him he wouldn't be harmed, John wasn't exactly know for his virtue. Besides the fact that he should go and tell the X-men that he was still alive, but he was just so curious. Besides if John was still a threat then he needed to know he told himself.
"John."
"Bobby, don't." John interrupted again.
"I need to know John...are you still a threat...you were in the brotherhood you killed people." John glared at him but at the same time he looked sad.
"Bobby you need to go now!" He yelled.
"John!"
"Daddy what is he talking about?" Bobby heard a voice say from behind him and his eyes widened.
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