Title: Letters Home
Universe: X-Men Movieverse
Summary: John is helping Bobby write a letter home.
Notes: Takes place just before X2
Archiving: As long as you let me know first.
Disclaimer: Fox and Marvels not mine. No money made
It was a tradition in the school that on Sunday the students had the
day to themselves. Junk food was eaten, T.V was watched and Bobby
Drake answered E-Mail from home.
He had printed it out in the Computer suite on Saturday afternoon
and was now trying to make a first draft in his chicken scratch
handwriting. Old letters and the school prospectus lay on his bed in
a vain attempt to get inspiration and to cover-up anything that the
professor didn't want leavening the building.
"What's the point in pretending Bobby, just because you don't tell
them doesn't mean you aren't a mutie freak."
"You're not helping, you know."
John took one idle look in the mirror and pulled off his shirt.
"I'm sorry, what did you want me to say?"
"How about `its okay they'll love you no matter what'"
He threw his T-shirt ball in the general direction of his wardrobe
and pulled a blue one out of the pile.
"So what does it say?"
"What you're actually trying to be helpful now?"
"Parents good, brother great, house not destroyed, cat's well, how's
"Well as long as the cat's okay."
He struggled to pull the blue shirt over his head. When he finally
did it stretched tightly across the chest.
"Well how am I supposed to reply to that?"
"Dear Mommy, I'm fine as it has been at least two months since my
room mate last set me on fire."
"Yeah that sounds like we're
"Try and be serious. Please?"
"I'm failing chemistry as I accidentally froze my solution. My
wonderful room mate melted it again but not before it gave Dr Grey a
"And it was her keeping me up the night before the test flying
around in the jet so I don't think it's fair that she gave me
"If I touched my girlfriend she could kill me so there no use in
worrying about me getting her in trouble."
"Shut it Allerdyce." He said with more venom then John was expecting.
"Why don't you just tell them?"
"I don't want them to think
"You're a freak?"
Silence crept across the room and St John crept over to Bobby's bed.
He stared straight at Bobby with a look of pure arrogance. Bobby
although accustomed to it, hated that look.
"You are a freak Drake."
"We're just normal people."
"Don't give me that crap," he spat, "normal people don't create ice.
Normal people can't control fire. We're freaks and quoting Dr Grey
isn't going to change that."
The room became several degrees colder as Bobby stood, scattering
his letters on the floor. John flopped down on his bed hiding his
smirk from a thankful Bobby.
"I never said there was. There's no use in pretending Bobby. We're
different but that doesn't mean we're not as good as them. It
doesn't mean we deserve the shit they give us."
"Bobby just face it, if they really are so fucking bothered about
you being a mutie-boy then maybe they're not worth worrying about."
"John they're my family."
"They're just humans."
Bobby sat back down trying to stop tears forming in his eyes. He
couldn't let John win this.
"If only I was as strong as you, hu?"
"I just don't see how they matter."
"They're my family."
"You see, I don't get that. Why should you treat them so fucking
differently just because you share DNA?"
"I love them."
"Even if they don't deserve it?" His tone became a little softer.
"You just don't understand."
"No, your right." He turned back towards the mirror.
"And you look like a pimp."
He turned towards the bed to get another shirt. The seams split
pulling the fabric apart with a loud rip and a smirk from Bobby.
"Guess your right."
He quickly changed into his favourite black shirt. Running a comb
through his hair he turned to go out of the door.
"So where are you going anyway?"
"Well that's just for me to know and you to find out."