A/N: It's that time again...another installment of 'What the Hell?' Thanks for the reviews, enjoy!
What the Hell?
Ch. 6
Reality
It was seven in the morning. John tossed and turned all night, managing to get in two hours at the most. He rolled out of bed and felt like a zombie unable to tell if he was still sleeping or awake.
The pyromaniac managed to get to the bathroom in one piece. As he looked at himself in the mirror, he noted that he was awake and that he looked like hell... maybe worse than hell.
"Dude, you look like shit," Bobby yelled across the bathroom.
John looked at his reflection again and yelled back, "I was going for hell, but shit seems right."
Given John's appearance that would lead to Bobby's intrusive question...
"What the hell did you and Rogue do to each other last night?"
He changed the subject. It wasn't any of Bobby's business or anyone else for that matter, "What the hell are you still doing in here, Bobby? You're probably worse than the girls."
The other guys in the bathroom laughed.
Bobby smirked, "Changing the subject are we?"
"There is nothing to tell, besides the fact that you've probably been in here for over an hour."
"Not even... it's only been around 45 minutes."
"I rest my case."
John was about to leave the bathroom, but before he did he turned around to tell Bobby one more thing, "When you see Rogue...do me a favor and ice her wrist for me."
"Looks like someone was rough last night," Bobby remarked to Piotr since he was standing next to him.
John peaked back in, "I heard that Vanilla-Ice" and left again to go back to his room to get dressed. He was crouched looking for Jeans that were in the last drawer. Every now and then he would look over his shoulder to check to see if someone was behind him. Hence, he still felt like he was being watched.
John stood up and walked to the window. No one was outside. "Why am I being so fucking paranoid? God, I'm driving myself crazy!" John took a deep breath and continued getting dressed.
He made it down the stairs without any interruptions. His hand had just touched the knob when...
"Aren't you going to have breakfast?" asked Jubilee.
"Fuck breakfast... I'm going out."
"Someone got off the wrong side of the bed."
"Yeah, I did... I don't know why I even bothered to get out." John sighed as he shut the door and left the mansion.
Casually walking the grounds, once in a while John would set something on fire. It always made him feel better, that was his preferred remedy. You know when you have homemade chicken soup when you're sick, it's the same thing really.
He stopped and sat down on the same bench as last time. He sat there trying to relax his nerves and mind.
John heard footsteps. He didn't look behind him as he flicked the lighter open 'click'...
"Hey, John."
'click' John closed the cap and placed the lighter in his pocket, "Rogue, that's the second time you snuck up on me. The exact same place too."
"Some habits will never be broken," she said, taking a seat next to him.
John grinned at her statement, "How's your wrist?"
"It a little sore, but it's not red or anything. Bobby iced it for me just like you asked."
"Good."
"Are you okay? You look like crap."
"I'm fine but I didn't sleep well last night. I would have slept better with you next to me."
She giggled, "Oh yeah, I bet," she leaned over and kissed him. "Good morning"
"All of my mornings should start like that... I feel better already"
"Well, I'm going to go back inside. Are you coming?" She asked, outstretching her arm.
He shook his head, "No, not now, I need some fresh air... I'll see you later."
"Okay, see you later."
Five minutes later Rogue came back.
John rubbed his tired eyes, "Man, I really need to get a good night's sleep! I thought you were going inside?"
"I changed my mind," she said simply.
"I knew you couldn't resist me." He grinned.
She was fast as she stabbed John's arm with a needle.
"Ow! What the hell, Rogue?"
He noticed Rogue's eyes flashed from brown to yellow before everything went black.
"Sleep tight...you'll need it," she whispered.
John drifted into unconsciousness into Mystique's arms as she morphed into her true form.
A/N: That's it for now, but don't worry I'll write more... eventually.