3617Ficlet: 6:55 AM, Gen, G
- Oct 1, 2001Hmm, I sent this earlier today, but it looks like it was eaten by
little blue gremlins. If you get it twice, my profound apologies. -
TITLE: 6:55 AM
AUTHOR: Mara Greengrass
AUTHOR'S E-MAIL: fishfolk@.... Feedback is better than
PERMISSION TO ARCHIVE: Yes, just let me know.
SUMMARY: 6:55 AM and all's well in Bobby Drake's world.
DISCLAIMER: The X-Men and the X-Men movieverse belong to Marvel and
Twentieth-Century Fox and other entities with expensive lawyers. I am
making no profit from this story.
NOTES/DEDICATION: This is in response to a Challenge in a Can
(http://www.dymphna.net/challenge). I decided to challenge myself to
write about someone who isn't Scott or Jean. Bobby Drake/content/bed.
6:55 AM. It's my favorite time. Five minutes before the alarm goes
off. Five minutes before I have to get out of bed. It's almost
decadent how good it feels to lie back and close my eyes again.
I'm floating, not really awake, not quite asleep, content just to lie
here in bed. I always wake up at 6:55, just so I can relax again. I
always have, but I've never told anybody before.
You know, I'm a pretty lucky guy. I go to a neat school, the Prof's
teaching me how to use my powers, I've got a bed, and all the food I
Why do people always complain about the food? I think it's pretty
good. 'Course, Jubilee says I'll eat anything that isn't moving. Guess
she's not far off. But I'm a growing boy, right?
So, I'm at this school with some of the hottest teachers you've *ever*
seen, and the students aren't bad looking either. I mean, how bad can
life be when I get to stare at Ms. Grey and Ms. Munroe all the time?
Okay, there are some downsides. Exams. Textbooks. Magneto. The Friends
of Humanity. Wolverine.
It's not fair, I guess to put the Wolverine in that company. He's just
a little scary. Mainly when he sees me with Rogue. He'll get over it.
Rogue, oh, now there's a reason to be content. She's just so...so...I
don't know, wonderful, I suppose. I don't know how to describe her,
but it's nice to spend some time thinking about her.
Meanwhile, I get to lie here in my soft bed. Huh, most people would
probably have said warm and soft. I guess I'm the only person around
here who doesn't worry about where the thermostat is set.
But I do like my bed soft. Lots of pillows and lots of blankets.
A soft bed to wallow in and think about the nice things in my life.
Did I mention Rogue? And all the food? Oh yeah, I did. Well, they're
worth mentioning twice.
I've got some good friends, too. You know them...you love them...it's
the junior X-Men! John, also known as Flameboy, Remy, the Ragin'
Cajun, Jubilation, aka Sparky, and then the oh-so-lovable Kitty, the
Girl Who Walks Through Walls. Then, of course, there's me, Bobby
Drake, the Walking Popsicle. I come in grape, too.
They are truly the best friends. Occasionally aggravating and often
annoying, but true blue when it comes down to it.
So, even when I do have to leave this comfy bed, somehow I've got
faith everything's gonna be okay.
Yeah, there's bad stuff waiting for us, whether we leave or whether we
join the X-Men. But I find it hard to believe we're not gonna make it.
'Cause we've all been through our separate hells and we made it here.
And this isn't heaven, but at 6:55 AM it does a pretty good imitation.
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