I claim no rights to X-Men, I wish I could but I can't :(
First time doing an X-Men FanFic, so please be nice :)
Dedication: To Lucky's Girl.... for being the only reviewer of the last chapter :( But also, thanks for the words of encouragement :)
Read on...
Previously...
"John," Bobby sighed as he moved one hand to my shoulder and the other to my cheek. "I've never felt this way about anyone before... I love you."
"Prove it," I whispered.
"How?" He whispered as he leant in to rest his forehead on my own.
"Dump Marie,"
"For you," he said before pushing lips onto mine.
Chapter 3
I smiled as I began to regain consciousness, the memories of last night flooding my mind as my imagination began to project them onto the blackness that was caused by my eyes remaining shut. I rolled over to my side, and let my arm fall onto the over side of the bed, in an attempt to pull Bobby in for a hug, my eyes flickering open as I found the other half empty. The smile that had previously been etched on my face had now been replaced with my trademark scowl.
My once good mood had now been ruined, and it showed as I got out of bed, and got ready for.... another day lounging around the mansion. I inwardly cringed, knowing if I could, I would leave right now... although with the promise Bobby has been making the incentive to leave had decreased significantly.
"John?" I turned to face my door as someone called my name from the other side knocking on it, "are you still in there?"
"Yes Miss Munroe."
"I was just letting you know you have a danger room session this morning... Could you be there for around ten thirty?"
"Uh.... ok."
"Goodbye John."
"See you later Miss Munroe." I replied as footsteps lead away from my room. Miss Munroe had successfully distracted me away from the situation with Bobby, but now that she was gone the problem came back.
"It's not the first time he's chosen her over you," my conscience whispered to me in my ear
"And he's come back to me..." I argued back, frowning slightly as I realised I was talking to myself. I continued getting ready before heading out of my room. I began walking in no direction in particular, wandering through the maze like halls of the mansion that caused the newest of students to lose their way through them.
The whispers that had followed me like a plague had stopped not so long ago; I guess I had proved myself trustworthy... But that would probably be due to the lack of a lighter being on me wherever I went, and the no burning thing probably helped as well. I checked the clock on the wall as I passed the rec. room, I froze mid-remembering that Miss Munroe wanted me in the Danger Room at ten thirty... it was now ten forty!
* * * * * * * *
"Focus John," Miss Munroe's voice echoed from the PA system.
"I'm trying!" I shouted as I strained to try and gain control of the fire, which was rapidly increasing from a small flickering flame to an inferno like it had in the park. "You haven't had to retrain your powers again," my surge of frustration and anger seemed to fuel the fire, becoming hotter and growing at a faster rate.
"Remember John, when we first learn to control our powers it's through our emotions not will."
"Ok," I whispered back as I tried to suppress the anger fuelled frustration, filling my mind with images of Bobby and the calming influence he had on me.
"That's it John, you're doing it." I smiled as I watched the flames in front of me began to die down, like déjà vu I had a flashback to my first training session when I has used the kindness Bobby had shown me when first arriving at the mansion to control my powers, I grinned as the flame finally went out. "Thanks again Bobby," I thought to myself.
"Well done John, when was the last time you were able to put out a flame instead of increasing its ferocity?" Miss Munroe asked over the PA system.
"Since Alcatraz."
"Hmm... Hank's notes say minor concussion, and a possibility of amnesia... This would explain your loss of control but not the retention of everything else." I exited the danger room and walked the short distance to the control room.
"Urm... Could it have something to do with suppression reversal?" I said as the doors opened and revealed Miss Munroe who had turned to face me.
"Could you explain further?" Miss Munroe asked sounding a little confused
"At Alcatraz I was... kinda holding back on the punches when it came to my powers... Could it be the concussion caused by Bobby head butting me is currently being associated with the use of my powers and so they're being put into overdrive. Say if I'd been using my powers to their fullest, then perhaps I would currently lack the ability to increase the flame's size or temperature."
"Interesting theory... based on Sigmund Freud's ego Defence Mechanism theory?"
"Yes Miss Munroe,"
"I got the impression from Miss Grey that you never found her lessons particularly enthralling."
"I had to keep my reputation as the rebellious bad boy somehow... I also asked her not to reveal that I actually paid attention in class or else I would actually stop paying attention." I smiled and turned round to leave control room.
"Same time tomorrow John,"
"Yes Miss Munroe."
* * * * * * * *
I stood frozen to the spot in the doorway to the rec. room as a thousand emotions rushed through me all at once. Bobby was sitting on the sofa with her and they were making out in front of their friends.
"Like get a room!" Kitty shouted as Jubilee, Amara, Warren and Peter laughed. They both leant out of the kiss with grins on their faces.
"Y'all just jealous," Marie said as Bobby nodded his head in agreement.
"Hey, we could like get a boyfriend if we wanted... Peter," Kitty said as she looked towards the Russian who smiled widely.
"Yeah we could... shotgun Warren!" Jubilee shouted.
"You can't like shotgun somebody," Kitty said while laughing.
"I just did," Jubilee replied as if she done this on a regular basis.
"Aww, that leaves me with no one... Hey John come here!" Amara shouted as she looked round and saw me standing there. I saw the look of shock and then guilt fly over Bobby's face, the question probably flying through his head right now "How long has he been standing there for?"
I don't know why I believed him, he said he was going to dump her last time, and he never... It looks like he is choosing her over me... again. Looks like I'm second fiddle to Marie... again, I don't know why I'm so surprised, he may act like the brave potential leader of the future X-Men... but really he is just a spineless coward.
"John," I heard my name being called in that southern drawl. I scowled at the group of friends in front of me turning as a single tear escaped down my cheek, I walked as fast as I could without running to my room before someone could see the evidence that St John Allerdyce was actually crying.
I'm not planning on having loads of Chapters for this story, I am going to try and keep this a short one as I have many other ideas and want to start working with them soon.