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What the Hell?
Ch. 5
Dreaming again
Italics – John's dream
John was in such a deep sleep, that a bomb could go off and he wouldn't hear a thing.
He was dreaming again...
The sky was red, once again. The ground was hot therefore, the grass was dead. Brick walls surrounded him. John was separated from everything and everyone. The silence made things even worse. No chirping birds, no noises coming from cars, no insignificant chatter, nothing! If it wasn't the isolation that was torture it was the silence. The silence would cause anyone to commit suicide.
Rogue was glad she shared her safe haven with him. Bobby would have told her it was too dangerous to be on the roof. Logan would think she was trying to hide something. In other words, no one would understand. John, on the other hand, didn't question. He could care less why people did certain things and personally, it wasn't his business. No one likes to be interrogated for their acts or decisions they make.
John turned around and out of nowhere, there was Rogue standing five feet away from him. He was aware that she was holding something behind her back.
Rogue noticed John's heartbeat became more rapid. She had a gut feeling that something wasn't right. She sat up and shook him, "Get up, John."
Rogue was slowly approaching him. She grinned as her eyes flashed from brown to yellow.
She shook him again. "John please wake up!"
He shot up and grabbed her wrist tightly.
"John?" Rogue asked softly, "Are you okay?"
He was silent. Rogue couldn't tell if he was in some sort of shock. His eyes were open but he hadn't blinked once since he sat up.
Rogue softly said his name again. After a couple of minutes, John finally broke out of it. He turned to look at her, "I'm fine."
She didn't know what to say. He obviously wasn't. "Great," she paused. "Can you let go of my wrist now?"
He looked at his hand, which was locked tight to her wrist. He let go instantly. "I'm so sorry, Rogue. I didn't mean to grab you like that."
She rubbed the area. "It was an accident, but right now my main concern is you."
"I'll be fine... really. It was just a dream. Nothing to be worried about." John reassured her even though for some reason he was worried about it.
Both were silent, unsure of what to say.
John broke the silence. "We should go back inside... it's going to take us, like an hour to get back to our rooms. Now that I think about it... were you lost when you found the ladder to the roof in the first place?"
Rogue placed her hands on her hips, "Do you ever quit?"
John grinned. "I'm not a quitter."
"I'll just ignore you then."
"People try to ignore me but it never works."
"Good to know."
John felt really bad about hurting her. He would never ever intentionally put his hands on a girl like that. "Again, I'm sorry about your wrist. If and when it starts to turn red make sure Wolverine doesn't come after me. He could probably stab me before I'm able to flick my lighter open."
"I'll protect you."
His jaw dropped. "When did I say I needed protection?"
"Wolverine could snap you in two!"
"First you say I'm a little overweight and now you say I'm as skinny as a twig! Make up your mind, woman!"
Rogue couldn't help but laugh. John was ridiculously witty.
He started to babble about how all the girls always bugged him.
"John."
He didn't hear her. Raising her voice a notch, she repeated, "John!"
Nothing changed.
"JOHN!"
He stopped blabbing and let out an exasperated, "What?"
"Chill out!" she said slowly so he could hear every syllable.
"See that's what I'm talking about!" he exclaimed. "The girls make me bitch about something. Then they don't like it and then they use those two words together that I absolutely hate!"
"That's the point, John."
He laughed. "It's not that simple."
They finally reached her room.
"John, trust me." She opened the door to her room. "Girls talk a lot, so ... yes, it is that simple."
She shut the door unable to see his expression. She pictured him with a slight grin. He was turning it into some conspiracy when it wasn't even close. And yes, it was as simple as that.
Everything made sense now and he felt like an idiot. John grinned the entire way to his room. Bobby was sound asleep, snoring as usual. John was practically up all night staring at the ceiling. He felt like those yellow eyes were watching him.
Was he just being paranoid or was this feeling accurate?
A/N: I'm finding this story to be easy to write (a lot easier than I anticipated) so when I get the chapters done I'll update ASAP! I'm thrilled this fic is receiving awesome reviews...again thank you!