5862Fic: Closure (St. John/Bobby)
- Apr 13, 2004Title: Closure
Pairing: St. John/Bobby, Rogue (implied slash)
Rating: PG-13 for language
Summary: John defects. John writes. Someone answers. This is not a
happy story, at all. I'm sorry if it's not up to par with all of
your wonderful writings, but this is my first St. John/Bobby fic, my
second fic all together... so, please be kind!
Feedback: Please? Pretty please? More feedback = More stories (I
hope that's a good thing)
Archive: I'd be honored.
Author's note: This is set up in a series of emails... I made up the
addresses and I know they're crazy (both really weird songs from a
long time ago) but I thought they fit somewhat. I could just see the
two of them making up email addresses for the other... anyway, hope
you enjoy this.
Sent: Friday, March 28, 2003 10:30 PM
Don't get your panties in a twist, Drake. I'm alive.
Sent: Saturday, March 29, 2003 5:23 PM
Subject: Cute, man, real cute
I'm impressed, man. The cold shoulder. Ironic. Not all that fucking
funny, but ironic.
Give up the act, Drake. Just throw your tantrum and get it over with.
Sent: Sunday, March 30, 2003 11:47 AM
Subject: Uh ?
Well, damn, Bobby. You're either really pissed off or really good at
this game. But hey, you did learn from the best, right? Yeah, yeah,
I know. I am the master of all things stubborn and assholic but
seriously, if you're that pissed about all this, at least say so.
It`s not cool (ha, gotta love puns) to keep all that frosty temper
of yours bottled up. Plus, talking to myself fucking sucks, man.
Answer, answer now. You know you wanna
Sent: Monday, March 31, 2003 1:13 PM
Okay, well that answers that shit. You're pissed, probably icing up
every bathroom in the mansion into an ice rink again huh? Yeah, I
bet you are. I can just imagine the look on Rogue's face at that
shit, she wasn't here when you were lacking all that nice control of
yours. She wasn't there when you froze all the pipes on our side of
the dorm. She wasn't there when yeah, well, she just wasn't there,
You're definitely pissed off if you haven't answered me yet, not
even to tell me what a bonehead I am and what a traitor I'm being
and what a mistake I'm making
Crossing over to the dark side isn't all that fun unless there's
some goody-two-shoed freedom fighter squawking at you to follow your
heart and sense of morality and all that jazz. Really, you probably
wont believe me, not after all I've said but I really do miss
hearing you bitch at me 24/7. It's way too quiet here, it's giving
me the willies.
Say something, Bobby anything.
Sent: Tuesday, April 1, 2003 11:53 PM
Subject: Look, I'm sorry
It's fucking April Fool's Day, dude. Not a prank. Not a joke. Not a
word, man. I know you're mad but shit, that's just messed up. Now
you're just being an ass Today is our day, Drake. The day we reap
havoc on the unsuspecting and the slow witted - how is Logan doing,
Whatever, you wanna play this your way? Alright. I'm sorry, man. I'm
sorry I went with Magneto. I'm sorry I left the plane. I'm sorry I
gave you shit about Marie. I'm sorry I stole your Ramones shirt. I'm
sorry I borrowed your razor. I'm just fucking sorry, alright? Now
drop this shit and *talk* to me.
Me - you remember me right? St. John Allerdyce. John. Johnny Boy.
Pyro. Your best friend? Yeah, that'd be me. Fire to your ice and all
Please, dude. I'm sorry, really but I miss you.
Sent: Wednesday, April 2, 2003 8:22 AM
Subject: RE: Look, I'm sorry
John, is that you? Lord, please let it really be you.
I'm sorry, but I was cleanin' out Bobby's computer and found all
your emails. I had to contact ya, I had to.
I've missed ya, we all have. It's not the same without ya here, not
So much has happened, sugar so much. I dunno where to start at but
I gotta try and get this out before ya find out from someone else,
someone who don't have a clue about how it really went down.
After ya left the plane up at Alkali Lake, things got outta hand.
I'm sure you felt the mental attack, just about every mutant on the
planet did, I'm guessin'. Well, after that, things went quickly. I
moved the plane closer to the dam, to help out the others an' all
but it wasn't enough, I guess.
They all showed up, all `cept Magneto and Mystique of course, and
just in time too, since the dam was set on breakin'. Time was
runnin' out but no one could get the plane up and runnin' so Dr.
Grey slipped out and used her powers to get us off the ground. It
worked and all, but she she didn't make it, John. She drowned
trying to save us all.
Well not all of us. Everyone was so tore up about Dr. Grey just up
and dyin' right there that no one really noticed that Bobby wasn't
Dr. Grey had said somethin' about ya hitchin' up with Magneto but we
didn't know if ya'd made it out alright. We didn't know if ya
were `bout to drown too we just didn't know, John. We shoulda all
went after ya sooner but things were just so crazy no one could
even consider goin' out to look for ya in that kinda situation.
No one but Bobby.
He left the plane to look for ya, sugar. The dam was gonna bust and
we were gonna leave, and he couldn't leave without ya, I guess. He
slipped outta the plane right after Dr. Grey but no one noticed at
the time, we were all too worried `bout gettin' the plane off the
ground. As far as I can figure, Dr. Grey and the Professor were both
too occupied to notice him takin' off after ya, tryin' to find ya,
and dyin' in the process.
On Monday, the adults set up a memorial service for Dr. Grey. Mr.
Summers was a wreck, poor guy. Logan wasn't lookin' any better. The
Professor and Ms. Monroe, too. Everyone was real upset after her
passin' on, they still are. That's why it's up to me to clean out
his personal stuff yours too.
Bobby's service was yesterday. I think ya woulda liked it John,
bein' on April Fools Day and all. It was really fittin'. The eulogy
was nice, the Professor and Jubliee did good, but I think Bobby
woulda wanted ya there. Ya two were all kinds of close, weren't ya?
I'm sorry about everythin' John, I am.
Please come home, we cant handle losin' any more people. We need ya.
We miss ya and I'm sure its what Bobby woulda wanted too.
Please, John, just consider it, alright?
Sent: Friday, April 4, 2003 4:52 PM
Subject: RE: Look, I'm sorry
John? Answer me, please.
Sent: Friday, April 4, 2003 4:53 PM
The address you specified no longer exists. Please check the address
and try again.