AN1: I'm so sorry its taken so long for me to type this… I have a good reasons!! One; I was out with an injured hand (cast and everything) and two; I got food poisoning Saturday and its still not quite outta my system and 3; a very personal issue meaning one of my friends attempted suicide and I've had a hard time coping with a guilt trip (what? I'm only 14 almost 15 ) ok well back to the story!
if John seems to be having mood swings…that's part of the deal with having a concussion, I looked it up on
AN2: NEED NEW BobbyJohn Beta!!!

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Bobby's POV

That's definitely not normal, it used to be a snowballs chance in hell that John would ever agree with me in the old days. But then again, these aren't the old days and he's not the same old John anymore. He's just sitting there, staring at the wall. I wonder what he's thinking about. Should I tell him about the arrangement? Yeah, I should, but how should I tell him? Alright, Bobby, just spit it out, hopefully he'll listen. I lean uncomfortably against the wall .

"John." He looks right through me, he looks lost.
"yeah?"
"There is an catch to you staying here." he tilts his head, his expression saddens.
"Like what? What could I possible do to any of you?" He asks morosely.
"Its not that necessarily, but what some of the students could do to you… no one really took too kindly to your leaving for Magneto, or the fact that the last time some saw you, you were with Magneto tossing flaming car bombs at us."
I try my best to keep my voice devoid of emotion, but its hard not to. He just attempts to lay back down, he flinches as he finally does. Does he need another pill? "So what's the deal?" he asks half-heartedly. I swallow the lump that spontaneously formed in my throat. "Storm said I have to watch over you till your back on your feet and have the others' trust."

He scoffs, and lolls his head to the side to face me. "So, exactly is wrong with me? Aside from these lovely migraines." He probes sarcastically. Finally a trace of the old John. "Like I said earlier, you really got messed up man. Hank says aside from that gash, you got a concussion, two badly broken ribs, and a second degree burn on the palm of your right hand and you scared the shit out of me when I found you, I thought you were going to bleed to death!" He absentmindedly looks over to his hand, its wrapped neatly in gauze. He peers back at me, curiosity sparks in those extinguished brown eyes. "You were worried about me?" he say, in what I think was disbelief. Why wouldn't I be? He's only my best friend…who turned his back on us… why was I worried; its not like I love the guy, is it? No it couldn't be! guilt? I suppose I do feel guilty about hurting him but it was justified right? It was either that or get killed, but then…I almost killed him.

"of course I was! You're my friend." I say quickly. Anger flares in his eyes.
"Really, even after all that I've done you still call me your friend, iceman? You sure have a funny way of showing that you care, seeing as you left me to die on that god forsaken island!" he snaps, flinching slightly. Ok I did deserve that.
 "John, I'm sorry. I don't know how to tell you how sorry I am, I panicked when Phoenix started to destroy everything on the island." He looks away.

"hey, John?".
"what?" he snaps, as he flinches again.
"How did you get off Alcatraz?" I ask curiously.
"Not sure exactly, woke up on a piece of debris a little way from the shore. That started to sink, had to swim the rest of the way; and man was that fun. Got back to San Francisco and used what little money I had to get some clothes. And I thought that was going to be the hard part; one of the most wanted mutants in the world dropping in to buy clothes and gauze, that's bound to be entertaining. He didn't even realize who I was! Luckily with that junk I was able to go into another shop and grab some hair dye. Lemme tell you; hair dye and an open gash, not the best of friends. Then came the fun task of hitchhiking across the country to the big apple. And…well you know the rest." he explains as he closed his eyes.

"Actually I don't know the rest, what about that crowd of people you torched?" I ask calmly, its hard to keep myself from yelling at him, but somehow I manage. His eyes shoot open. "h-how many?" he asks alarmed. Surprised he has the nerve to ask I hear that voice in the back of my head sneer. "News said four dead, six injured." he flinches and looks straight at me.
"what are they doing about that?" he asks warily.
"Hank said he'd do what he could." he seemed to relax a little.
"Why did you come back?" that's what I've been wanting to ask since I found him."I guess I wanted to see if you guys would let me come back." he said distantly.
"And that was when you ran into those two…" I say absentminded.
"wait, how do you know about them?" he asks tentatively. I told him what happened, he closed his eyes letting everything sink in. "good, at least they got some sense knocked into 'em." he murmurs. He looks so depressed, he really has changed.
His head tips, like he's falling asleep but his eyes shoot open, almost as if he's reluctant to sleep again. "something wrong?" he looks up at me, he seems exhausted. "Nah, just tired." he even sounds exhausted.
"then go to sleep, man." he lowers his head dejectedly.
"Look, I'll be right here." He seems to relax. A little.
The room was unusually quiet, even for something like this… is unnerving. Just as I go to call his name, the moment was shattered as his hands flew to his head, eyes screwed shut as a pained moan filled the silence. oh shit! I grab his pills and the second bottle of water. His breathing's sporadic.

"John, I need you to open your eyes and look at me." "Can't." he forced between breathes. "Room's spinning."
Poor John, this isn't even the worst yet. "Okay, John, slow your breathing, you're gonna hyperventilate" I say as I remember on of Jean's old health classes. I mentally shake my head, now is not the time to be thinking about that. His breathing begins to change, with a twist of the cap I open the pill bottle and quickly shake out two pills. "how bad is it; one to ten." His eyes stay shut tight, "Ten." a terse reply. I tentatively grab his undamaged left hand , he goes rigid. "John, its alright. I'm just giving you your pills." his hand goes limp, I place the two pills in his hand and wait for him to take them. He eagerly pops the two pills into his mouth and reaches out blindly for the water, which I pass quickly to him.

After what seems like an eternity he unclamps his hands from his head and opens his eyes, blinking a few times to get used to the light again. His brown eyes stare in definite disbelief as he takes a cautious breath. "that was….unreal. It just came so suddenly." he breathed.
His head starts to droop again, he's exhausted and I don't blame him. "John, go to sleep, maybe you'll feel better after a couple hours." I know this is a lie but I say it for John's sake. He shifts, trying to lay back down in his bed. He flinches slightly as he finally lays down. "Thanks man" his eyes start to close. "No problem, Johnny." Those words practically rolled off my tongue. He finally closes those deep chestnut eyes. The rooms silence is broken by his slightly uneven breathing, I always said he seems different when he sleeps. He looks calmer, younger, vulnerable, and dare I say…cute?

Yes, cute would definitely be on the list. I'll admit I've had feelings for John since I met him, but he was straight as a board; was always going around flirting with all the girls of the mansion. That's one of the reasons I started dating Rogue, to keep up the illusion that I was the same. I still feel guilty about using Rogue like that, especially after she took the cure so we could be together. And cant help but feel that had something to do with him leaving in the first place, what am I saying, sure he hated Rogue but he wouldn't leave because of her and me…although we did pay less attention to him, Rogue had a tendency to ignore him and even rag on him whenever he wasn't around (even when he was), almost like she were jealous or something, but that's ridiculous.

I look at him closer, barely realizing that I'm pratically hovering over him. I hold my breath, do it, kiss him. the annoying voice in my head chimes. I bit my lip, well, the pills should keep him knocked out, he wont wake up. He'll probably think it was a bad dream at the worst. I lean in and close the gap between his lips and mine, quick and innocent.

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sorry for the crappy-ness. My brain hasn't been able to function well from all the crap in my life. flames will be used to burn incense