Fire Can't Love Ice
Summary: Bobby carried John out of the rubble of Alcatraz and saved his life. He tells John why he saved him but John doesn't feel the same way. Set after X3. Eventual Iceman/Pyro slash
Disclaimer: Nothing's mine except the plot. Steal my plot and die.
Been a long time, huh? Well, I'm back and this time I'm actually planning out my stories before I write them. I know. I'm scared too.
It always seems like I wait this extraordinarily long time to plan out the chapter and then actually work up the effort to write it and then when I do start writing it I finish it in like two hours. O.O
Chapter 4: Getting Used To It
I gulped as I felt Bobby slip his arm around my shoulders. We were watching TV together in the rec. room. It was late at night, and no one was around at this hour, but I was still nervous for other reasons.
"Too fast?" Bobby asked, guiltily removing his hand.
"No, this is just the scariest part of the movie," I lied. Bobby didn't buy it.
"I know you better than that. You don't get scared by scary movies that easily," he said with a laugh. "It's okay, John. You can tell me to keep my hands to myself. I won't be offended," he said, smiling softly. He looked like he was internally debating whether to say something else. "I…I'm just glad I finally have you." I smiled back at him slightly.
"I'm glad too." And I was. It was just… weird at first. Bobby was just so different from the girls I'd dated before. I leaned in and kissed him lightly. I was pleased to see that I'd surprised him. I grabbed his arm and put it back where it had been around my shoulder before going back to watching the movie in his arms.
For the next few weeks we made it through the days just like that: unsure of what to do, awkward. Somehow we still managed to do everything right. The days I had spent with the Brotherhood seemed like a distant memory.
I was getting along with Bobby better than ever, but no one else at the mansion had forgiven me yet. It was irritating. I didn't see what the big deal was. It was like I was the bad guy. Did they ever take into consideration that I'd once thought of them as the bad guys?
Rogue was the worst of them all; so imagine my surprise when she shows up at my door.
"Bobby's not here right now," I grunted, shutting the door in her face. She caught it just before I managed to close it all the way.
"Yes, I know, John," she said. "I'm not here to talk to him. I want to talk to you." I didn't care what she wanted to talk about. I did not want to talk to her.
"No. Go away," I said, trying to push it closed.
"It's about Bobby. I'm worried about him." That stopped me. Was something wrong with Bobby?
"What about him?" I asked. Rogue took this as an invitation inside and pushed her way past me. I frowned and seized my lighter in an attempt to keep my patience.
"Have you noticed a change in him lately?" she asked. I could tell already that this conversation would involve lots of lying.
"No," I said, hoping she'd go away. No such luck.
"Well, I have. I think… there might actually be someone else." I stared at her in disbelief.
"Of course there is, Rogue. He told you there was." She sighed.
"Yeah, but I didn't think he actually meant it. I thought he was just trying to push me away. But lately he seems… distracted…like he's got someone on his mind." I flinched, willing my face not to turn bright red.
"So?" I asked, pretending to be uninterested. "What's your point?"
"John, I don't think he's just got a crush on someone. I think… he's got a secret girlfriend," she said slowly as if to emphasize the horror.
…
There was no way I was going to make it through this conversation without having a heart attack.
Rogue must not have noticed because she continued on.
"Has he said anything about it to you? You're his best friend. He would tell you if he was going out with someone behind my back, right?"
"Not that it's any of your business, but no, he hasn't said anything." Rogue frowned.
"Nothing at all? You two must not be as close as I thought. I was sure he would tell you." I sat down my lighter quickly, knowing that having a weapon in my hands at this moment would be a very bad idea.
"Or maybe you're making up stupid stories just to feel better about yourself," I mumbled.
"Excuse me?!" Rogue exclaimed, obviously offended. I felt a sudden wave of over-protectiveness wash over me.
"Bobby dumped you weeks ago, Rogue. You think you could just get over it? So what if he's moving on? That's a good thing. You should be happy for him if he's found someone else. I just hope they're not as selfish as you!"
"Selfish?" Rogue wasn't even arguing back. I could tell I'd astonished her.
"Yeah, selfish. You think everything is about you. You come in here and expect me to tell you all about Bobby's love life like we're best friends or something, but in reality you've done nothing but treat me like shit since I've got back. Why would I help you?" Rogue glared daggers at me. "Just do yourself a favor and move on. Forget about Bobby. He's forgotten about you." Rogue's eyes started to water.
"I'll never know why Bobby wanted you to come back," she hissed before rushing out of the room and slamming the door.
"Let's hope not," I murmured.
I scowled at Bobby.
"It's not funny," I muttered. It was taking him enormous effort not to laugh, I could tell.
"She thinks I've got a girlfriend?" he asked after he managed to get his laughing down to just occasional snickers. I nodded.
"She said you seemed distracted." This just made him laugh even harder.
"I am so sorry you had to go through that," he chortled, pulling me closer.
"I can tell," I grumbled sarcastically. I didn't understand why he was so amused about this.
"Aw, I really am sorry. It's just… I know you. She probably ran out slamming the door." I let myself blush this time since no one was around but Bobby and I.
"I only yelled at her a little," I defended, 'forgetting' to mention that he was right about her slamming the door.
"Well, in that case, you handled it rather well." Bobby leaned over and gave me a quick kiss. I stiffened and he looked ashamed.
"Sorry," he muttered. I shook my head.
"No, it's not your fault. I'm just getting used to this." That was our fourth kiss (but who's keeping track, really?) and I still can't help but feel uneasy.
This is so messed up! I like Bobby, I've already established that. I like being more important to him than Rogue for once.
But he's a guy! How can I just sit back and pretend that this is normal?
I looked back at Bobby who was staring down at the ground shyly, thinking that he did something wrong. I couldn't let him think that.
"Here. Try again," I whispered. He hesitated and I nodded, urging him on. He slowly leaned in once again.
I kissed back, this time taking the lead and sliding my tongue into his mouth.
In that moment it didn't matter if I was gay or not. Bobby was mine and right then it was just us.
But later that night the buzz wore off eventually, as it always does, and doubt came upon me again. I don't know why, but I couldn't shake the feeling that one of these days something bad was going to happen.