nothing to say, except for that I thought I already had put this one up...
When they reached the over floors Jubilee grabbed Piotr's arm;
"I'll go find Kitty, you get to Bobby."
And then she was gone before he could protest. Shaking his head, Piotr made his way towards Bobby's room. Halfway there though he could hear that something that didn't sound good was going on around a corner ahead of him.
When he looked around it he saw a sight he probably never would forget;
The hallway was covered in frost, ice and snow, and in the middle of it was of course Bobby. His eyes was larger than anytime Piotr had seen before, he looked all through insane! The cold he had around his body made the snow at the floor swirl and moved some other things in the corridor around, but Iceman's clothes seemed to be completely frozen. Between Piotr and his friend were a few people, which he recognised as Dr. Grey and Mr. Summers, who tried to steady Storm, who looked like she'd been hit in the head. Behind Bobby were Logan and that Mystique-woman. Right now it seemed that Dr. Grey was the centre of Iceman's attention, since she was the one he had nailed his frozen glare on while she seemed to try to explain something;
"…you have to understand, it was better for him! Now he's…"
She had to stop talking to jump out of the wave of clod air that suddenly rushed towards her, as well as the other two beside her. Piotr ducked away and hid behind the wall, but he saw the ice that moved over the floor where he stood a moment ago. When he once again glanced around the corner he made it just in time to see how Dr. Grey was pushed out of the way by Mystique, who then got hit herself. It was just a small wound, caused by a small splinter of ice, but it was obviously enough to make the Wolverine furious. With an animalistic howl he rushed towards the whirlwind of cold that was Bobby; once again out for a kill.
But he never got that far.
The raising of Iceman's hand was enough, when it created a massive icicle that grew out of the floor diagonally, pointed right to his enemy. Its tip collided with Logan's stomach, broke the skin and forced its way right through him. When it came out on the other side it continued to grow, only stopping when it hit the wall.
A few seconds stretched out to hours, and still nobody could move.
Logan's surprised face slowly relaxed and his body fell down, arms just hanging there with the claws still out, while the ice turned red when blood created a flood out of the body where it belonged.
Piotr's brain slowly realised what probably everyone was thinking; if Rogue could kill Wolverine, then why couldn't a massive lost of blood and a wound do the same, if the wound never healed due to something stuck in it…
A sound, not human, slowly brought him back and he saw how Mystique ran up to the mutant that was literally nailed to the wall. He didn't move when she touched him, nor when she yelled at him.
All of the teachers just stared at them, not noticing that Piotr walked around them to stop Bobby, who once again turned towards Dr. Grey.
"Bobby."
He didn't move, but somehow Piotr knew that he at least got a bit of his attention.
"He's awake."
Now it was just to wait… And sure enough the ice-wind slowly disappeared and the ice-mutant turned around. He didn't say anything, he just looked. The almost white eyes slowly got darker to their normal light blue when he saw the truth in Piotr's eyes.
Not caring at all about what he might have done to the others in the corridor he slowly started to walk away, the same way that Piotr just had came from. Piotr himself just stayed long enough to see Mr. Summers blow the icicle by just glaring at it without his glasses. Then he walked up beside his friend to follow him towards their goal…
Jubilee had to look close to find her friend; as usual when she was sad she was crying, but this time she was so wounded up in her feelings that she forgot her mutation and she was actually inside the bed, only her hair being visible on the pillow. Jubilee searched the whole room before getting the idea of tugging the locks of hair and gaining a squeak from the mattress.
Then all of it slipped through her hand and she could hear Kitty disappearing through the floor…
Naturally Jubilee ran to the door and banged it in the wall when she threw it opened too hard, but she didn't mind. She was too well aware of who's room it was that under this…
After realising she was falling Kitty decided quickly she didn't want to hit the floor and therefore fell right through it. But then suddenly she realised she would reach the final floor, and turned her power of…
The professor looked up a bit surprised when a girl fell down from the roof and landed on the floor with a painful thud. Kitty didn't really seem to care where she had dropped down, since she only stood up in her pyjamas and massaged her aching backside. Then she looked around and realised where she was…
She turned to the professor with a red face, but didn't have time to say anything before another one in pyjamas crashed in, but this one through the door. This made Kitty realise who's fault it was that she had ended up here and she turned around to her friend…
A glare was all she had time to give before she noticed the happy face of Jubilee;
"…what?"
Jubilee grabbed the hands of her friend and dragged her up on her feats;
"HE IS ALIVE!!"
Almost deaf Kitty barely registered which words it was that still was ringing in her ear, but then it dawned on her;
"WHAT?!"
"YES!!"
"TRULY?!"
"YES!!"
Both girls were jumping in lack of anything else to do to get the happiness out of themselves.
But then Jubilee decided to use the energy for something else, and still having a hold of Kitty's hand she ran for the door, bursting out in the corridor and pushing some kids aside to clear the way.
The Professor shook his head; he really had to look though their minds some day, just to know how the hell they worked…
Then he suddenly felt a crash of panic from somewhere upstairs. It was pure chaos, and someone was hurt!
When he chose someone to see through he caught the shockingly sight of Logan slowly bleeding to death! And it was caused by…
"Bobby… What have you done?"
He then wheeled out from behind his desk, deciding that this was it! Now he had to do something about it!
In the medical-room the silence fell down on the boys when the door closed, company gone as quick as it had arrived…
They looked at each other, both a bit surprised about this. But since it was Jubilee it wasn't that weird…
Sitting there they both looked around in the room, not really sure of what to do. John was still dizzy and hadn't said a word; he could almost already tell how rasping his voice would be…
Warren was a bit worried about this silence and the fact that John didn't let go of him. Sure he understood that he needed comfort and that probably meant contact, but Warren's father had been so afraid of his son's mutation that he soon after the growing of his wings stopped with most things that would be called contact. Sure he could put his arm on his son's shoulder, but to hug him would mean to feel those things on his back, and he didn't want that… And Warren grew used this, not once questioning his fathers behaviour.
But now he was stuck here, for he couldn't really bring himself to ask John to let go. Sighting he let his head fall backwards, staring uncaringly up into the roof. Then something green caught his eyes and his gaze became disbelieving, before seeing the outright humoristic in the situation.
John gave his friend a wondering look and followed his gaze to the roof above their beds, where one single mistletoe hung, looking innocent…
John then looked back at Warren, who still looked up at the arranging of leaves, a bit curious of why he hadn't noticed and if it was Piotr or Bobby who had came up with this stupid idea. Honestly, what did they expect would happen…?
Warren might have done a mistake when he looked back at John to crack a joke or something, but one look at his friends face made his breath get stuck in his throat. He realised he actually wanted to… But he couldn't! Now that John was awake they one again could walk around and talk, watching movies and drink chocolate, but it would stay at that. It had to. They were friends, and that was it! He couldn't just expect Pyro to understand…
Pyro himself grew a bit worried when Angel changed expression so fast; first he looked like he would laugh, then he became startled, and now he looked sad… No, Warren shouldn't be sad! Never!
"What's…?"
Well, now they both knew; John's voice cracked and rasped like a crow's and it broke at the first word. There was no water in the room, but Warren's (now probably warm) juice that he had left at breakfast was still at one of the medical-tables. The Angel reached out and took it, giving it to his friend. John swallowed it all in one gulp, spilling a little bit out. Drying of his cheeks with his sleeve he once again tried the art of speaking;
"What's wrong?"
As expected Warren just shook his head;
"I'm fine. It's just that…For a moment I wished that some traditions never were invented…"
John looked up at the mistletoe, wondering if he was right. He wondered if Warren ever had been kissed; if he had been locked in ever since he was twelve he couldn't have gotten any chance, right?
What John did next could be blamed on that he still was dizzy and tired, not really knowing what he was doing. But a more open-minded person would say that he was perfectly aware of it, and that the only difference was that the tiredness made him dare to do what he wanted;
Reaching up with one hand to turn Warren's head to face him, and make sure it stayed there, he slowly brought his face closer to the Angel's, giving him time to both realise what was happening and being able to pull away if he really didn't want this.
But Warren didn't pull away. It surprised himself quite a bit; he knew where this would lead to. But if John was the one starting it…
His thoughts never got any further; when their lips collided everything in his mind was swiftly washed way by the wave of pure bliss that filed up his whole inside. His body felt as if it was filled with light gas and was soaring two hundred meters up in the air…
Without even noticing the Angel slowly brought up his both hands and put them on both sides of John's face, stroking his cheek with a thumb, and slowly kissing back.
John's mind was all a blur; it had been ages since it felt so good just kissing someone! He couldn't remember if Bobby ever had been this wonderful; he couldn't remember at all! He couldn't think, and he didn't care one bit!
When the need of air became too pressing the Pyro pulled away just a few inches, so that he could rest his forehead against Warrens, watching as the Angel's blue eyes slowly opened. Since the room still only was lit by the flame from the candle (that now was burning with an unnatural big flame) their faces was in shadow, but neither cared. This moment was perfect, out of time, and nothing the world would ever get to know. It was their own, something only they had the rights to, and they would keep it that way. They could both read it in the eyes of the other that they would treasure this short time in their hearts, and they would treasure each other in an even more tender way…
When the soft sound of the door broke the silence in the room once again they pulled apart enough so that both could see who it was that came.
Happy now?
I know this "iceman-thing" is getting old, but I'll end it (I just needed a big reason to, you'll get it in the next chapter)