Alles ändert sich (1/26) Bobby, X2
- Title: Alles ändert sich
Author: Prinzessin Robin Elizabeth
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Disclaimer: Only the plot is mine, the characters belong to Marvel and
whoever else that arent me.
Summary: Bobby and John face off for the first time with unexpected results.
Just after X2.
A/N: Alles ändert sich is German (loosely) translated as everything changes.
Anything between << & >> signifies flashbacks/memories.
Chapter 1: Remembering the Past
Everyone knew it was bound to happen. Sooner or later, the X-Men would face
off against the Brotherhood. And that caused Bobby more than a few
sleepless nights. It wasnt until things settled down and got back to some
semblance of normalcy that Bobby really began thinking about Johns leaving.
He knew that in the aftermath of Stryker attacking the school, their
running, the porch, he thought about wanting a new roommate. Now he didnt
want one at all, if he couldnt have John again.
Hed never admit that he missed John greatly. They had been roommates and
best friends since the day they met. And now that friendship was over.
Sooner or later, they would face off against each other, using their powers
against the other. Bobby lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, hands
clasped behind his head. He knew he wouldnt be sleeping well that night.
So instead of just lying there, he got up and went to the other side of the
room. Johns side of the room. Bobby had come up with a million reasons
why he didnt want to move Johns things out of the room yet. The biggest
one: Hope. He still had hope that John would return. Everyone may have
given up on him, but Bobby refused to. Bobby sat on Johns bed, opening the
night table next to it. Inside were only two things, a Zippo lighter and a
framed photograph. Bobby took both out, examining the Zippo first. He held
it in his fist, the fist that he leaned against, closing his eyes, trying to
remember every detail.
Check this out, John said, grabbing Bobbys attention from the computer.
John held his palm flat up, opening the Zippo an inch above. The small
flame from the lighter jumped into the palm of Johns hand. John shut the
lighter and shoved it into his pocket. With the fireball, John made
another, one for each hand.
Dont tell me youre going to juggle, Bobby groaned.
Do I look like a freakin clown? John asked, and upon seeing the
expression on Bobbys face, he added, Dont.
Bobby could only chuckle, going back to his computer. You shouldnt be
playing with fire indoors.
I wont get burned, John replied, a little distracted by his two
But I might! Bobby said, freezing one.
John stared as the iceball hit the ground with a thud. He raised his eyes
to Bobby, who was watching John intently. John frowned, extinguishing his
Your ice balls can also do a lot of damage, John said, picking up the ice
ball from the floor and throwing it at Bobby.
Why you Bobby began, but John was already off to a running start.
John! Bobby! they heard Jean Gray call. What are you two doing?
Just going outside for a little exercise, Bobby replied.
And a little ass-kicking, he added to John, who stood only a few feet in
I heard that last part, Jean said, ignoring the innocent who us? glances
she was getting from both Bobby and John. Go on outside, before you two
actually damage anything in here.
She didnt need to repeat herself, and they didnt wait for anything more.
John took off first, with Bobby on his heels.
>>A few tears were running down Bobbys face by the time he opened his eyes.
He kept the lighter in his hand while holding up the framed photo with the
other. It was just the two of them, taken about a year before. They were
in the schools yard, sitting under a maple tree that was turning colors.
Up north they call this Indian Summer, John noted, flipping his trusty
Zippo over in his hands.
I know that. I am from up north Bobby reminded.
I mean more north than where youre from. In Vermont, John replied.
And when have you been there?
I havent, yet. I just read about it somewhere. Sometimes they call it
Leaves on Fire. Because of the colors, John answered.
Bobby looked over at his best friend, smiling. When no one was around, John
was almost a completely different person. He didnt have to protect
himself; he didnt have to show-off for anyone. He knew Bobby just as well
as Bobby knew him.
The picture was taken about an hour later; another student came by and
asked, saying she just wanted to finish up her role of film. Both Bobby and
John had gotten a copy. Bobby put his in a spare frame; he didnt know
where or how John had gotten his.
>>A knock on the door didnt budge him. He didnt even hear it; he was too
lost in his own thoughts, in his own emotions. He had locked the door; he
started doing that lately. He was tired of people barging in when all he
wanted was to be left alone. Bobby stared at the photo, the smiles they
both had. And remembered that day, that time, almost everything was happy.
With the lighter and the photo in his hands, he went back to his own bed.
Setting the two items on his night table, he sat down, elbows on his knees.
With one last glance at the photo and the lighter, Bobby lied on his bed,
his face buried in his pillow. And he cried himself to sleep.
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And all of your weight
All you dream
Falls on me it falls on me
And your beautiful sky
The light you bring
Falls on me it falls on me
~~Fuel "Falls on Me"~~
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