FIC: The Forgotten Few, 5/?
- Marie had never seen Bobby as furious as he was just then, what with
the way his face was a deep shade of red and how he was constantly
pacing the floor. "Bobby, sit down, before you wear a hole in
the rug." He shot her a glare, before reflexively wincing and
apologizing for his actions.
"I can't help it..." Still, he did as she said, sinking onto
his bottom, back against the wall. Running a shaky hand through his
hair, he looked over at the others, none of which seemed any more
pleased about their latest news as he was. "You talked to him for
what...five minutes?" Angry as he was, he had to resort to harsh
whispers to get his emotions across, as yelling would certainly have
"He's a mutant...there's no doubt, Robert. Why would a mutant
set out with the intention of hurting his brothers and sisters?"
"You can't trust anyone in this society anymore...it isn't
"Robert," The gentle Goddess leaned over and patted his hand
to comfort him. "What if he hadn't trusted the man, and what
he said were true? We cannot turn others away because we have been
mistreated. It is still our duty, as the remaining X-Men, to do all
that we can for those like us. As well as those who are different."
The new "leader" of the X-Men blushed slightly at the small scolding
he received and nodded his head.
"I understand that...and I sympathize...but lately the Anti-
Mutant Organization has-"
"Been relatively quiet, so say the papers." Henry McCoy now
spoke up, feeling it necessary to defend their latest roommate.
"There's always a calm before the storm. Am I right? They may
need to be quiet now, to regain the public's favor, but that doesn't
stop them from acting underground. Any number of actions against us
could be in the works as we speak. How do we know this man isn't a
spy? They have been known to send out ground crew to
retrieve "fugitives" like us."
"That may be true, but that's a chance we're going to have to
take. If he is what you think, then maybe spending a few days with us
will turn him off his original course. Remember what Xavier said?
Even your worst enemies can be swayed to become your best alliance.
If these "spies" are out there, maybe they are just being misinformed
about mutants. In which case, it only takes one of us to set him
straight." Marie looked at him sincerely, offering the words he
didn't want to hear, but knowing he had to hear them.
"She got a poin', homme...De guy deserves a chance, jus' like
anyone else." Bobby Drake raised his eyes from the hands he had used
to cover his face and looked intently at each of his friends. This
wasn't something he could or would take lightly. The situation at
hand called for serious thought, something he was not well averse in.
Times like these made him wish that Cyclops was still around,
considering the leader always seemed to know when something was a bad
Intuition had always been the way to go, in Bobby's eyes. It
had yet to fail him, since he had come to lead the X-men through hard
times. Still, if he were to follow it, and be wrong...a man's life
hung in the balance. Something he had never dealt with before.
Everyone else seemed to be in agreement over the matter, yet
they still left him with the final say. Such respect was nice, for
once, and he wanted to be sure he never acted in such a way as to
lose their respect. Letting out a deep breath, he finally turned to
Arnold Frank again. "When will he be here?"
"Tomorrow evening, after curfew. We need to move the food to
one side of the upstairs room, if you're to have any room for him."
"No..." Bobby stood to his feet, brushing off his pants even
though there was nothing on them, just to give his hands something to
do. "I'll clear the place out and move up there myself." The rest he
didn't have to say, and that was that this way, the stranger would be
amongst them as much as possible, and therefore unable to plan
anything without their knowing about it.
"That's very generous of you." Bobby cracked a small smile,
almost chuckling because, it really had nothing to do with
generosity. He just wanted to stay alive to see this war end. No spy
or Anti-Mutant member was going to ruin that dream for him.
A few moments later, while the girls slipped out to prepare
for bed, Arnold Frank excused himself, saying he needed to return
home as quickly as possible. Bobby shook his hand and called good-bye
before turning his attention to the food storage area that was to be
his new room. It was colder there, he imagined, what with the lack of
body heat to make things more comfortable, which made it rather
appropriate that the Iceman take it over.
Pushing cans and loaves of bread aside, he managed a neat
enough stack, though it was an act he performed without much
conscious thought. He was gripped with fear and apprehension, despite
how he hid that from the rest of the members in the room. So
distraught was he that, when Marie's hand fell lightly upon his
shoulder, he jumped.
"Hey...just me." Quirking a small smile, she sat down, legs
dangling onto the ladder, and watched as he continued stacking the
food. "You did the right thing..."
"I hope so." He doubted he'd ever be really sure one way or
the other as to the stranger he was allowing to integrate into their
close knit lives.
"It'll be a good experience, I think..." Marie always managed
to make things positive, no matter what the situation was. It seemed
to him as though all his carefree, optimistic moods slipped from him
and seeped into her when he needed to assume some responsibility in
life. Now it was she that made sure the others remained upbeat when
things started to get tough. He wished, at that moment more than ever
before, that he could be that way again.
"If things work out, it will be."
"They will. You'll see." Tossing the can she had taken into
her hands at some point back to Bobby, she threw him another smile
before beginning her descent down the ladder and back into the main
room of the hidden hallway.
"Hey, Marie?" She stopped then, eyes sparkling slightly from
the usage of her real name. No one else called her that, as it didn't
seem appropriate. But he, having been there through the hardest parts
of her life, had been given the permission to use her real name,
while all others continued to refer to her as Rogue.
"Thanks." A lot was behind that one word, for he owed a great
deal to her when he thought about it. She was always the one talking
sense into him when he got carried away with himself. They weren't a
couple, as many people thought, yet they were more. Close friends
that went beyond the call of such a title, doing more than was
required of themselves, to ensure that one another were well taken
"Don't mention it." With a playful wink, she disappeared
entirely, and Bobby turned back to his work a little more hopeful
than he had been when he started out on his task. By the time he
finished cleaning up the room and setting up his sleeping bag, the
others were already asleep, having blown out the candle that provided
their only light. Laying down atop the sleeping bag, Bobby looked up
at the ceiling and tried to imagine the stars he was faintly sure
were hanging there in the sky at that very moment. Reassuring himself
once again that things would be okay for the five of them, he shut
his eyes, and gratefully drifted off to sleep.