What if Bobby had gone after John? Yep this might be a bit out of character. But it’s a happy fic. Written in short time, just as was inspired. actually, written in one hour, but I wanted to post it, so please excuse any big mistakes.
Disclaimer: I own none of the X-men nor the plot involved the in the movie. That belongs to Marvel and whatever lovely people have the rights to X-men 2. I make no money from this (if I did, chances were I wouldn't be despritally applying to every job I can find)
Warning: bits of angst, guys kissing (mild compared to my others *giggle*), and lots and lots of SAP!a bit OOC for both really. Bobby's more comic book Bobby than movie Bobby I realised
Not so scared anymore
“John…John, where are you going?”
St. John Allerdyce spun around on his heels to face his best friend. His painfully beautiful best friend.
“I have to do something, Bobby! I just have to. I can’t just sit there! Weren’t you listening to them? Things are happening!” he gasped, “ don’t you understand?”
“Yeah John, I do.”
John stared at Bobby. The last had meant more. So much more than the context had said, Bobby wouldn’t never understand that. But maybe if he understood the rest…He jumped slightly as Bobby’s hand rested tightly, hotly on his arm.
“I wanna do something too, John. You heard what happened back there with my parents. It hurts, an’ I wanna fix that. But…but Christ John, we can’t. Not yet. No matter how much we wanna go in there and help get those shits who have the kids we can’t. We don’t know what we’re supposed to do. We’re just gonna get in the way. No matter how much we want to we can’t.”
John reached out to grip Bobby in return, closing his own hand around his friend’s arm. And it looked so right there. As right there as Rogue’s hand looked wrong…at least to him.
“But we can, Bobby. We’ve got powers…we’ve got gifts just like the rest of them. We can help.” It was so hard for him to just stand there, staring into earnest, worried blue eyes. It made him want to crumble, to stay there with Bobby, to try and take what would never be offered. Christ but he wanted. He didn’t understand. He could set fire to police cars, burn them up for trying to hurt them, for trying to hurt Bobby. But when he had to face Bobby himself…
“What if they need us here?” Bobby whispered. “What if we are helping? Somebody’s gotta watch the plane. Hell somebody might even gotta fly the plane. We need to stay here. What if they try to contact us? Then they’ll tell us they need us! You gotta trust them man.”
“I did.” it was hard, so hard. And Bobby blinked beautiful, confused blue eyes at him and he wanted to pour his heart out. Fall on to his knees and let Bobby fix everything. But Bobby didn’t understand…
“You don’t now?”
John shook his head and suddenly there was a warm hand on his cheek, gently, softly forcing him to look up at the boy he desired…loved.
“Do you trust me?”
John’s own hand rose to cover the one on his cheek. If he could have this…just have this one touch. If he could imagine it meant something more…Bobby could have his life. Bobby would take care of him.
“Yes.”
Everything. Everything was breathed out in that one syllable and they froze, as cold as Bobby had ever made it, unable to stop staring at each other. Bobby knew. He did understand and he…he…
They were practically breathing each other’s breath. So close. Surprising warmth drifting off Bobby and wrapping itself securely around John. Surprising stability from John, stability that came with realization, holding Bobby up.
“You…Bobby…”
“I’m sorry John.”
“What?”
“Scared…stupid…”
“You.”
“John!”
And then the hurt so sudden and so painful it left them fallen,gasping. Betrayal wafted behind it impossible to recognize through the pain. They fell, clutching one at the other, desperate for the other’s touch, security. Leaving bruises, screaming. Hurt. Hurt that just went on and on…until they couldn’t think of anything else no matter how hard they tried to. And it was…
Stopped.
They lay there, breathing heavily. The heavy aftermath of severe pain leaving them unable to move. Eventually they relaxed. But they stayed still, lying there until John started to shiver and Bobby pulled him instinctively into his arms.
“C…Cold…”
Bobby chafed at his friend’s arms. John was just wearing a sweatshirt in the middle of Alaska, of course he was cold. He shifted John on top of him, thinking to get him away from the cold, pulling him close.
“Bobby…”
“We should go back…”
“No!”
“John,” blue eyes were worried now and John couldn’t help himself. He was scattering kisses all over that pretty face.
“No…have you now…don’t wanna give you up…can’t.”
Bobby smiled, hugging John tightly. “Don’t gotta.”
“But…”
Bobby kissed him. Soft, just lips to lips. But Christ so sweet and John wanted so much but this…this was it. He had it all.
“Love ya, John.”
“Bobby?”
“Sorry, was scared. Love ya.”
“Christ.” Fuck Scott and Xavier, fuck Magneto and his world domination, fuck family. He had everything he needed in his arms, holding tightly against the cold.
“Love ya too Bobby, so much.”
“Know.”
“What ‘bout Rogue?” John’s speech was slurred with cold, but he still didn’t want to get up. Didn’t want to ever move himself from that strong chest.
“She’s probably thinking we’ve frozen to death.”
“But…You…”
“She knows John, she isn’t dumb. Love ya.”
“You’re a sap Bobby Drake.”
“Yeah,” Bobby pushed a lock of hair from John’s tired face and kissed him again. Slowly this time, pulling John’s lower lip between his own and licking it before letting him go. He hoisted John upright and taking his hand.
“C’mon, John. Let’s get you warm.”
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Yeah, so I know John's outta character. But the way I justify it is that he's different around Bobby. Let's down his guard anyhow...Princess asked for an angsty Bobby John fic, but I just had to write this first.
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