Now it will be much talking, and the professor do the most of it. Honestly I had to do it this way, say whatever you want.

Now is the last chanse to vote for how the story will go; Bobby/ John or Warren/John. These are the only couples I've come up with possivble so far, but I'm open for other suggestions, maybe I can get inspisations to another fanfic...

At the office John hadn't even knocked on the door before it opened. The professor came out followed by Storm. Both had a worried expression.

"This way please."

With that the professor started to lead the way through the school, and it took only a few moments before John realised where they were going; the lab/hospital. He saw that Piotr also noticed this, Warren just looked worried. They were both walking behind John, who was walking behind Storm, who was after the professor.

Outside the room they stopped and the professor turned towards the three students;

"John, I would appreciate if you could come in here alone with me, Storm will explain all to your friends outside in the meanwhile."

The man in the wheelchair made clear with his voice that it wasn't really a question, so John nodded, though he was extremely confused. With a last look at his friends he went inside after the professor.

After the door closed behind him John once again faced the telepath;

"So, are you going to tell me why we were dragged here?"

"Yes."

"…?"

"Come with me."

John walked after the man as he wheeled away into the room. He wondered why the professor avoided the subject and what all this was about. He almost seemed to have a problem to find the right words.

They suddenly stopped and the professor turned against him again. John crossed his arms and looked down at the man, making clear that he wanted to know exactly what was going on.

The professor sighed;

"If I'm going to be able to make you understand this we need to go back a bit."

John just nodded; interrupting would be like giving the man a sort of escape, and he for sure wouldn't do that. The smile the professor gave him made him sure on that he'd heard John think it.

"As you probably guessed by now this is about young Mr. Drake."

This was actually a surprise to John; the thought hadn't crossed his mind.

"After some worrying signs we brought him in here and discovered some really troubling things.

Bobby Drake has for a long time being surrounded by people working against his powers. First of all you, who has been his friend for quite some time. With the differences in your powers it was, by the nature, never really meant for you to spend so much time together as you did. Now I'm quite sure that you remember that your body temperature is a little bit higher than the one of other people."

Oh, yes, John remembered. At the very first time he was here and got his temp checked Dr. Grey started to think that he had a fever, and she didn't believe him when he said he was fine. That was before they knew anything about his powers; he'd just walked in and said that he was a mutant. The professor knew that he was telling the truth, so they let him stay.

He'd been forced to stay in his bed covered in blankets for a whole day before the mistake was discovered (and Dr. Grey had a really big embarrassing moment when Mr. Summers told the rest of the school).

"Now, the same goes for Mr. Drake, due to his mutation his body temperature is a bit lower than the one of others. That also resulted in a bit if confusion at the first discovery of it.

But by now everyone has gotten used to it, or so we thought. Since you and Mr. Drake spend so much time together you both started to get used to each others powers; always being heated up by you Mr. Drakes body started to cool itself down more and more until it got to a fitting level where it could keep the temperature it would have without your heat. You, on the other hand, should have gotten used to heat yourself up, but I suppose that you, as always, have used your power to stay at a comfortable level. Add the fact that you had a sort of discharge in the middle of the events.

Later on he started to get along with Rogue, who also started to take away his powers. This only made his body work even more to keep him in the right place, so that it wouldn't get too hot.

But now, as you know, both of these facts that brought down his powers disappeared in a short amount of time. At the same time he had to deal with a stress of his mind that only increased his gift."

John could see where this was going; without having himself and Rogue around to bring the ice down, and having a so troubled mind that his powers only grew, Bobby would in the end lose control. Or he already had; John thought back at the footprints in the corridors, and the ice on the floor in the classroom. Maybe Bobby couldn't turn it off anymore…

"Now, as well as having a much lower body temperature than the usual even to himself, Mr. Drake is experiencing a sort of change of mind. He will start to work as his element; cold and inexorable to anyone who doesn't carry the right power to work against it."

So Bobby's icy glares maybe weren't caused by the fact that John now was hanging out with the Warren… Or maybe it was. And what if this was permanent? Would Bobby turn into an ice cube because of John?

"No, John, you don't have to worry about that. Bobby will be fine after his body has gotten used to not having you two around as much as before. But it will take some time I'm afraid."

John just nodded, he was too busy thinking.

"Of course you'll be able to see him, he will stay in here for a few days and you will always be able to get in.

Now to the fact that I brought you here; at the moment the cooling of Mr. Drake has reached a quite concerning level, and the only way we could come up with to get him out of the state was to bring you here. Using elements or blankets or antything such as that would give the wrong sort of heating…"

John once again nodded and started to walk. He knew that Bobby was in here and he didn't want to hear any more explanations. Coming to think about it, John knew he couldn't stay here without Bobby, they were too close. Even if they never could go back to what they had before, they still could be friends. Yeah, that would be good; having Bobby around to do everything with, but not having him too close. He maybe could get use to having Warren around, if they got a good chance to talk, they would get along pretty well…

John knew he was only fooling himself, but sometimes you had to pretend. If he pretended this now, encouraged himself into it, it wouldn't be so serious and scary. Then he could fool himself that he could do this without fearing for finally giving in to Bobby's begging.

The room only had one bed occupied, at the window. The person in it was lying down, probably asleep. Already where John was a white frosting was covering the walls. From the bed was pure ice going all the way down into the floor, forming stalagmites and stalactites of pure ice, they looked like they were made of glass…

John's breath was forming white clouds when he reached the bed and he was shivering. Just because he could he pulled a bit in the corner of the blanket the person in the bed had draped over himself; after pulling it back and forth a few times it broke off.

Dropping the peace of frozen fabric on the floor John pulled out his lighter. At first he only played with it, not really knowing what to do. The person in the bed moved at the sound, and John quietly laughed; the sound of the lighter always irritated Bobby out of his mind, no matter what mood he was in.

Slowly forming a ball of fire in his palm, John found to his surprise that he couldn't come up with anything to do with it. He just let it be there, warming up his fingers that had gone numb in the cold, trying to get himself to think…

Sorry it's so boring, I'll try to get better at it. Don't forget to review, ok?