FIC: Some Friends Aren't Friends (2/2)(PG-13)(John/Marie)
- Title: Some Friends Aren�t Friends
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Today was Day 7 of the Bobby break up. It had finally
happened. A week ago Marie had told Bobby �I really
don�t think this is working out the way we thought it
would.� This had led to a depressed Bobby on Day 1,
moping about with �If it�s what she really wants� ever
ready on his lips when the usual end-of-relationship
condolences were dispensed. Day 2 had gone very badly
when Jubilee told Bobby to go right in to the room she
and Rogue shared. Rogue was just hanging out in
there. Bobby had cracked the door and found Marie
re-reading John�s letter. Snatching it away Bobby
fumed at what he read. �That backstabbing jerk!�
eventually gave way to �John is so gay� but it was all
around a day of anger. Day 3 had a competitive edge.
Bobby had been heard at breakfast commenting that if
Rogue wanted a guy to write her love letters then he
would write her a love letter to get her back. All
day he could be found pouring over a notebook; writing
and then madly scribbling. It wasn�t until Day 5 of
the break up that things finally got perspective and
accepted the facts. He couldn�t write Marie a love
letter like John. It wasn�t just because John was a
better writer. It was because when he sat down and
examined his feelings, they weren�t the same as
John�s. Bobby had thought he�d been in love, but it
wasn�t the glow that John felt. Bobby and Rogue were
close friends, but that was all they would be.
So the last two days had been spent exploring the idea
that they were just friends and teammates. It was
difficult at first, a little awkward. But, they
really fit better in these roles. Marie was sure with
time their friendship would be great, Bobby would find
happiness with another, and maybe, just maybe, she
Right now they were on their way to just outside
Vancouver, Canada. Rogue looked outside of the
X-jet�s window at the puffy clouds. The sunlight
through them was too bright at first and she had to
shield her eyes with her hand for a few moments. Once
that had passed she could appreciate just how pretty
and peaceful they seemed. It was odd to assign a
state of mind to clouds, but they did seem peaceful.
The mission they had undertaken wouldn�t
be peaceful, that much was sure. A branch of the
Friends of Humanity, an anti-mutant hate group was
terrorizing mutants in a small Canadian town. The
threats were one thing, but several mutants had gone
missing. She looked around the jet. Cyclops was
flying, and Bobby was spinning in his chair like a
little kid. It was a small mission, if things got out
of hand they were to retreat and call in the back up
team. Storm and Wolverine were nearby; they could be
at the FoH headquarters in fifteen minutes.
They landed in a wooded area right next to
the house that served as a base of operations for this
branch of the Friends of Humanity. Cyclops led the
team to the building. Peeking through the window
nothing looked suspicious. It looked like a VFW hall
or something. Silently Cyclops pointed to Rogue, then
the door. Understanding she crept up to the front
door, rang the bell and ducked behind one of the
bushes that flanked the door. This plan had been
worked out in advance, they knew their rolls. From
the side window Iceman and Cyclops watched a man come
up from what must be the basement, wiping what looked
like blood from his hands onto his dark pants.
He opened the door to find no one waiting
there. Iceman suddenly slid across the lawn on a
sheet of ice. He was an excellent distraction.
�I got one!� the human yelled, rushing outside. Rogue
slipped inside and stayed out of sight as eight other
men rushed past her, the last slamming the door behind
him. Rogue was inside, it was up to Cyclops and
Iceman to give her time to find out was going on with
this club. They did this by running the FoH around
the yard. It seemed to be going fine, a wall of ice
and occasional optic blast keeping the eight men at
bay. Then someone pulled a gun. The sound of fired
shots filled the air. Things had gotten more complex.
�Damn� cursed Scott, dodging a bullet.
Scott looked next to him and returned his
attention to the battle. Then he did a double take.
�Magneto?� Magneto and Sabertooth were standing next
to him on the lawn.
�What are you doing here?�
�Young Mr. Allerdyce likes French Toast.�
Scott looked at him as if he�d grown a third head.
All of the bullets dropped to the ground. �Pyro went
out for groceries so he could make French Toast 3 days
ago.� The older man elaborated. No more words were
needed, Magneto wasn�t here to fight the X-men, he
wanted to get his team member back.
The FoH fought hard, attacking the mutants they so
hated. Cyclops and iceman worked on non-lethally
incapacitating them. Magneto tired of this quickly.
These angry, nasty little animals were doing who knows
what to one of his associates. This �battle� was a
mere formality. The humans stood no chance against
the number of mutants assembled on the lawn. He
glared at the young man on the stairs. He seemed to
be directing the others, leading this fight. Ear,
eyebrow, lip, were all pieced on the left, the metal
in the man�s face glittered in the sun. Magneto swung
his hand, breaking the �Friend�s� neck cleanly with an
The remaining FoH members whirled to see
one of their own drop with a thud to the ground,
clearly dead. There was a roar within the crowd, but
most of the men could be seen slinking off, not quite
prepared to give their lives to the cause. The
remaining few were easily rounded up and tied up by
the superheroes and super villains.
Rogue looked around the dim house. The first floor
was all one room. She glanced around quickly
assessing the situation. There was a podium near the
front window and folding chairs filled the large room.
�They must hold meetings in here� she mused,
approaching the podium. There was a book on its
surface, figuring it might have some information Rogue
picked it up. Suddenly there was a crash as a man
charged down the stairs. She didn�t even have time to
react. The FOH member had Rogue in a bear hug. �Hey,
aren�t you a cutie. Shame you�re a mutie.�
�Yeah, it breaks my heart� she hissed bringing her
knee up as hard as she could. The man stumbled back
and fell on the ground, desperately clutching between
his legs. She walked past him and picked up the black
book that had been dropped in the scuffle. She wanted
to retch at what it contained. There were pictures
and descriptions of mutants they�d captured and how
they�d been �taken care of�.
One of the last entries made her not only sick inside
but also furious. It was John; they had captured
John, her John. They didn�t use his name, didn�t care
to find out who their victim actually was, just
�Worthless Fire Bug� and pictures. But Marie didn�t
need the entry labeled; she could see clearly it was
John. The pictures made tears well up in her eyes.
They�d done terrible things to him. He was a
wonderful person with a beautiful soul, and they�d cut
him, starved him, and beaten him. She whirled back to
the man who had now made it to his feet and was
working on straightening up. She caught him with a
shin to the face and when he hit the floor she ground
her heel in that sensitive spot. The man screamed and
tears rolled freely down his face. Rogue saw the
wretch before her, knew she caused his miserable
predicament, but surprisingly didn�t feel bad about
what she�d done.
They kept their prisoners in the basement so she
headed for the stairs. At the top she paused and
pulled out her communicator. �Rogue to Cyclops�
There was a pause then, �Yes Rogue?�
�All clear in here. But, they have been keeping
mutants in the basement. Mistreating them and holding
them in cells. I�m going to let them out.�
�We�ll be there soon to help.�
Rogue made her way down the stairs and encountered the
doors. There were 5 of them, all in a row. �Anyone
down here?� she called. A soft whimpering could be
heard but she couldn�t quite locate where it was
coming from. Taking a deep breath she opened the
first door. It was empty. The second had an
occupant. It was a girl, about 12 years old, sitting
curled up and crying. Rogue recognized her from the
book. �It�s alright� Rogue cooed coming to kneel by
the girl. �We�re here to take you away.�
�Really?� came the sniffled reply
�You�re going to be fine.� She took the girl�s hand
and led her out of the cell. Footsteps on the stairs
drew her attention. Bobby and Cyclops appeared from
�Good work Rogue� Cyclops congratulated. Rogue passed
the girl off to Bobby.
�There are still 3 more to check out.� She opened the
third door and found it empty. The fourth contained a
quiet male body. She couldn�t stop her initial
observation that it wasn�t John. Rogue rushed to it
and pressed gloved fingers to the neck. She couldn�t
feel anything, and gave a pitiful glance towards
Cyclops. She didn�t know if there was no pulse or if
she was just missing it through the thick fabric of
her gloves. Scott bent down and sadly shook his
head. The young man was dead.
The door opened slowly on the last cell. It was
empty. �He was in here; they called him �the
worthless firebug�.� Rogue whispered near tears. She
had been so determined they would find him. Her
optimistic spirit sure that when she opened the cell
door he�d be sitting against the wall, a little worse
for wear but defiantly OK. She spotted the menu,
lying on the floor, ignored in whatever activity had
gone on in this cell recently. She knelt down and
picked it up. She felt her heart stop, it wan another
letter from John. This had been his cell. There was
blood staining the paper, and she knew it was his. She
read his handiwork and tears slipped from her eyes.
It was beautiful. You will always have my love, John,
seeing the words filled her with thick emotions.
God, Was he really dead? Were they torturing him?
They�d done it before, it was in the book. It was a
hollow aching feeling in her stomach. But he could
already be dead. His letter said he was expecting it,
that he was so close he could feel death. Tears
continued to roll down her cheeks. Maybe Magneto had
rescued him. The thought struck her suddenly and she
did her best to hold on to that idea. It gave enough
comfort for her to at least stand up again. She
needed to get away from this basement of horrors. In
a fog she headed up the stairs. She didn�t say
anything and didn�t look at the others. She couldn�t,
she couldn�t explain that John meant so much more to
her than they knew. She couldn�t explain how the idea
of him dying, alone, miserable made her want to die.
Bobby followed the shadow of Rogue making her way up
the stairs carrying the little girl, who had a clear
death grip on his neck. It was like not finding John
had stolen some part of Marie. She was like a zombie.
He could kind of understand. He�d read John�s letter
to her. If she felt about him the way he felt about
her it was like she�d lost a part of herself. They
belonged together, but circumstances took every
opportunity to rip them apart. He looked at the girl
in his arms. She had arms wrapped around his neck and
legs around his waist. She was about 6 or 7 years
younger than him, not that much shorter than him but
rail thin so she wasn�t hard to carry. But her grip
was tight and she looked at him with the eyes of a
�Are you Okay honey? Everything�s going to be fine
�Yeah�yeah, just�I don�t wanna be alone for a while.
They�they�they�then they just leave you for�for...for
�It�s Ok now, I won�t leave you alone. I�m Bobby.�
�Samantha� She rested her head against him. Bobby
reminded her of her big brother. �Will I get to go
�You sure will. Do you remember where they are?� She
�Then I�ll take you there.� He turned to Scott. �Is
that alright? Can I take her home? He parents are
probably worried about her.�
Scott flipped through the pages of the horrible book
Marie had found. Locating Samantha by picture on the
page labeled �Glowing Freak�. Apparently she emitted
light from her hands. The bastards had picked her up
walking home from school just two days ago.
�Yeah, you do that Bobby; I�ll meet you
back at the jet.�
Scott watched Bobby head up the stairs.
He was taking all this misery much better than Marie.
Rogue was more sensitive than her boyfriend. Well,
ex-boyfriend, news traveled fast in the mansion. She
seemed like she was in shock. That surprised the
X-men leader. Rogue had seen plenty, even before she
became a member of the team. So it surprised him that
she was so upset by these Friends of Humanity. She�d
really broken down in that last cell, with the paper.
It didn�t make sense but since she�d taken the paper
with her he didn�t know what it had said.
Looking around at the emptiness he finally
remembered that they hadn�t found Pyro. After
realizing that he realized he�d lost track of Magneto
and Sabertooth quite some time ago. They hadn�t
helped move the FoH inside, they hadn�t come down here
with them, they�d just disappeared towards the end of
the fight. So there were three dangerous members of
the Brotherhood of Mutants unaccounted for. The
Brotherhood hated humans. They were unaccounted for
in a place with incapacitated members of the Friends
of Humanity. The FoH were a mutant hate group. Scott
tore up the stairs to where they had left the tied up
humans, waiting for the proper authorities to pick
them up. Sure the group was awful and Cyclops had no
love for the mutant haters. But, they deserved to be
locked away in prison, punished by the justice system.
Being torn apart by Sabertooth or burnt alive by Pyro
wasn�t what they needed.
They�d put the remaining FoH in the
folding chairs, tied up. Even those who were
unconscious had been tied up. It had taken a little
while, they were just finishing when Rogue had called.
When Cyclops arrived he found them right where they
should be, not any worse for wear than they were when
he saw them after the battle. There were nine of
them, cursing and spitting at him like beasts, but the
Brotherhood hadn�t killed anymore of them. It made
him wonder what they were up to. Could Magneto have
been honest? Did he just come; claim whatever was
left of Pyro, and leave? Peacefully? Scott
remembered the pierced fellow; well mostly peacefully.
Still ignoring the curses and yelling by the mutant
haters he headed back to the jet. It was a small
town, taking Samantha home wouldn�t take too long.
Iceman was probably waiting by the jet.
Cyclops was correct; Bobby was leaning
against the side of the jet while Rogue sat in the
grass. It was defiantly time to get the jet back to
New York. They were hidden well in this overgrown
area but Cyclops didn�t want to upset the neighboring
community any more than they already had with their
fight. The landing sight was very close to the house,
Cyclops jogged towards his companions. But as he
neared them, Rogue took off.
Marie was sitting quietly with her
thoughts, knees up under her chin and leaning against
the X-jet. The she saw something that made her heart
stop. She couldn�t draw in a breath. Sabertooth and
Magneto were getting into a dark car. Something was
slung over Sabertooth�s shoulder. Marie squinted. It
was John! He looked dead. He was motionless, and
even from a distance she could tell, frighteningly
pale. She took off in a run towards them. She had to
know for sure.
�Rogue� scolded Scott as he made a grab
for her. �Stop, where are you going?� She easily
pulled away and continued across the lawn. Scott
looked at the next closest person for insight. That
person happened to be Bobby. The young man shook his
�She�s got some stuff to work out with
John.� He explained.
�Yeah, we should just give her a few
She wanted to say so much, ask so many
questions. But when she reached Magneto and
Sabertooth she couldn�t speak. They were loading John
into the backseat. He was badly bruised, dried blood
flaked from his face and the glimpse she caught of his
arm was horrendous. �Is he�� was all she could
manage, tears already slipping from her eyes. Magneto
smiled warmly at the crying girl.
�He�s alive child. The humans were cruel,
but Pyro will survive.� Relief filled Marie in a
Looking around the car she spotted a little notebook
and pen. She scribbled furiously.
I know what I am writing you won�t be as
eloquent and moving as the letters you have written
me. Your words are beautiful; they make me feel so
special. There is so much I want you to know, but I
must be fast here. I don�t think Magneto and
Sabertooth are willing to wait for me to find the
right words for how you make me feel. But, you should
know that I feel the same way for you as you do for
I love you John Allerdyce.
She tore the little page from the book.
�Can you give this to him?� Her eyes pleaded with the
older man. It wasn�t the fear he sometimes saw in
her, fear from what happened on Liberty Island. This
was a fear her request would be denied, that her
friend would never know what she�d written for him.
Magneto wouldn�t deny a fellow mutant something this
simple. He smiled.
�Yes my dear. When he recovers enough I�ll
give him your message.�
She leaned into the car and kissed John�s
forehead softly. Another loose tear rolled down her
cheek. �Thank you Magneto.� Then she turned and
jogged back to the X-jet.
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