FIC: Fever (part 2/2)
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Bobby smiled, bad guy or not, it was the same old
John. The friendly moment was broken by John coughing
again. The moment of lucidness was breaking up too.
John pulled the t-shirt over his head, got the jeans
undone but pretty much faltered after that.
Bobby sat down next to John, arm around his back. He
felt a blush creeping up and knew he was blazing
crimson by the time he was done. He pulled John up
off the bed and with one fluid yank had the faded blue
denim around the knees of their wearer. Luckily John
was going barefoot and the pants slid off easily.
Bobby helped the boxer clad invalid up onto his feet
and towards the bathroom.
With John�s skin pressed against his he could feel the
heat coming off him and the sticky feel of sweat. The
fever was still going strong. He was gentle lowering
his friend into the cold water. He was limp, and it
added the worry he might slip under and drown to
Bobby�s already existing laundry list of worries.
Keeping one hand firmly on John�s shoulder he twirled
the other in the water, keeping the temperature cold.
They sat like that for about ten minutes; just sitting
in the quiet. Bobby silently fretted and John mumbled
to himself. The mumbling was generally incoherent
sounds, he wasn�t talking. The mumbling gained in
volume and the Brotherhood member started twitching.
At first Bobby thought it was another nightmare, but
when bright brown eyes opened he realized it was just
the struggle back to the land of the living.
Bobby touched John�s forehead, he was defiantly
cooler. The fever had broken. Bobby grinned widely.
�How you doing?�
�Am I naked?�
�You have underwear on�
�I�m in my underwear in a bathtub of water� he
mumbled, ignoring Bobby.
�Do you feel any better?�
�A little bit� he admitted, coughed harshly, and made
a move to get out of the tub. Bobby grabbed his
friend under the arm and around his back. Bobby kept
the reassuring smile on hi face but remained worried.
With his arm around his friend he could feel how weak
he was. He could feel him trembling, struggling to
breath, and how he depended on Bobby to hold him up.
The two made their way back to the main room and
plopped down on the bed. John got redressed with a
little assistance and stared up at the ceiling. Pale,
breathing raspily through parted lips, wet hair
plastered to his head, John still looked bad. �Drake�
he was interrupted when he coughed again. It was
followed by a moan. He opened his mouth to speak
again but was silenced by a knock at the door. Thank
God, Hank had arrived. �Come in!� cheered Bobby.
The door opened and in front of the stream of sunlight
was a large blue fured man. �You made it�
�I did, I assume this is Mr. Allerdyce�
�Yeah� Hank looked down at the young man on the bed
with professionalism. He could see clinical symptoms,
and they were definite cause of concern.
Hank pressed his stethoscope to John�s chest. �Breath
in� John obeyed; but the act set off a coughing
episode. Before the young man could swallow Hank had
produced a sterile swab and had it in John�s mouth.
The fire manipulator looked perplexed, but that wasn�t
strange. He was so weak, falling in and out of
consciousness; he was still confused about what was
going on. The big blue man dropped the swab into the
transport container. �I suspect bacterial pneumonia�
the doctor explained.
Hank did a few more tests and all but confirmed his
theory. He still needed to get back to the X-mansion
to get a few lab results. But it was classic, though
serious pneumonia. Hank turned to Bobby, �I�m done
here. We can bring him back to the infirmary.� Bobby
still looked serious. �He�ll recover with treatment,
don�t worry.� But Bobby did worry, what were they
bringing John back to? He�d left, gone off with
Magneto? What were the others going to do? But,
looking at his friend he couldn�t keep that concern.
John was his friend, even now. That�s why he had come
looking for him. If John needed to go back to the
mansion, Bobby would see that he got there and deal
with the consequences. John opened his tired eyes
wider and mumbled, �You can�t take me back.� John had
worked himself up on elbows.
�Your illness is serious young man, it requires
John weakly shook his head. �I took an oath, Magneto
will find out I�m there; and I�ll be dead.�
�You�ll be dead anyway if you don�t get treatment.�
�Magneto will defiantly kill me, it will be painful
and a surprise. Pneumonia will kill me, and it will
be painful, but at least I�ll know it�s coming.�
He coughed and collapsed against the bed, completely
drained. Bobby was exasperated. �Magneto left you
here, left you here to die. He knew you�d die here!
He knew and didn�t care.� John rolled his head
towards his friend.
�He�ll kill me�
�We can protect you John�
�No you can�t, and you wouldn�t want to anyway. I�m a
bad guy, evil �bad.� He was drifting. �I�m a bad
boy, nothing but trouble.� He was just a moment away
from unconsciousness, more gone than there. His
mumbling reminded Bobby of the nightmare delusion from
earlier. What had people been telling him? John�s
brown eyes slid the rest of the way shut.
Hank ended the bickering still going on in Bobby.
�There is another option Mr. Drake.�
�We take Mr. Allerdyce away from here, but not back to
the institute. Do you think you could continue to
care for your friend?�
�Of course� Bobby paused. They needed to keep Magneto
from knowing what they did. Apparently he didn�t want
John, but that didn�t mean anyone else could have him.
He looked down at his friend, lying motionless on the
motel room bed. He looked dead. That sight gave
Bobby his idea.
Bobby flew out of the room and down to the office.
Lenny was there, sitting behind the counter writing in
his ledger. Bobby slid to a halt in front of the
desk. Here�s where the Xavier Institute production of
Mac Beth paid off. Actor�s tears slid down his cheek.
�What? What are you talking about kid? Who�s dead?�
�John, John�s dead�
�John, John was that kid that got left here? He�s
dead?� Bobby sighed and rested his head on the desk.
He didn�t want to be too over the top, just convincing
that the kid in 116 was dead. �The druggie died at my
motel? Damn, dead�
Bobby looked up sadly, ignoring the druggie comment.
�Damn, damn, damn, damn. This is awful.� Bobby had a
feeling Lenny would respond this way.
�John, John didn�t have anyone�
�What about that Dad that dropped him off?�
�He left him because he was throwing him out. He
disowned his son!� Bobby shook his head sadly. �He
won�t be back�
�Damn, damn, damn, what are we going to do? I don�t
want this getting out.� Lenny didn�t want the police
involved. Sure this seemed like a simple little town,
and it was. But the motel was the edge of town. All
the slightly off things went on at the motel, and they
paid Lenny well. But if a drugie kicked it there,
�I could take him, take care of things.� Bobby
�Really, not tell anyone he kicked it here?�
�Yeah, yeah I could do that. But, if by some chance
his dad did come back, you�d tell him.� Bobby acted
hurt and righteous, �Tell him what he did to his son.�
�Oh sure� Lenny quickly agreed. Bobby angrily wiped
away the fake tears. He so disserved an award. �You
just get your friend out of here.�
�Okay� Bobby sniffed and headed out. Lenny followed,
keeping watch for witnesses.
Hank was waiting in the Back of his rented station
wagon. He�d snuck into the vehicle while Bobby
distracted Lenny. Bobby disappeared into the room and
emerged with the dark haired mutant across his
shoulders. He unloaded his burden in the backseat,
got in and drove off. Lenny sighed in relief.
Bobby parked the car next to the hidden jet. Hank
hopped out and the pair gently pulled out the
pyromaniac. He moaned softly and coughed. They were
careful as they carried him on to the plane and
secured their passenger. John himself did little more
that cough and moan softly. He was still fully out of
it. Dr. McCoy had sedated him so he was expected to
stay like this the whole trip.
Hank looked at Bobby. �You are aware your guise of a
mind clearing road trip has pretty much been
destroyed. Where did the motorcycle go?� Bobby
struck his own forehead.
�It�s outside their old hangout.�
�You�re lucky I retrieved it, you don�t need to add
any fuel to Scott�s fire.� Bobby smiled Hank was a
�You�re still sure about this plan, right? You
absence will be questioned.�
�I need to do this�
�I don�t mean to pry, I respect your decision. But,
may I ask why?�
�He needs me Hank.�
�Alright then, we�ll put you up at a motel near the
mansion. I�ll stop by with more medication when I
have the lab results. Since you�ll be near the
mansion you can return when you�re ready.� Bobby
nodded and smiled at how accepting Hank was.
John opened his eyes. He was still in the motel room,
where Magneto had left him. He felt better than he
had in quite a while. Had Bobby Drake actually been
here? He seemed to remember Bobby, and a bathtub. He
had a fuzzy something about being in a bathtub with
Bobby. �I didn�t think you�d ever wake up Johnny boy�
it was Bobby�s voice. John pushed himself up. He was
very confused. He was in a different motel room.
�What are you still doing here?� Besides the
confusion from his new location he was confused by
Bobby. Bobby, Iceman of the X-men, was sitting in a
chair by the bed reading and watching him sleep.
�Making sure you get better.� John had left the X-men
and assumed he�d burned the Bobby bridge pretty badly
between the Boston thing and the Magneto thing.
�John, I�m not ready to give up on you.� Bobby
smiled, just like he had when they were best friends
at Xavier�s. John looked away. �You keep asking
that. Why is that so hard for you to understand?�
�Because it hasn�t happened to me before.� He
whispered. He turned back to his friend, �Where am I
�Back in New York, but we took care of things. If
Magneto ever gets out and starts looking for you he�ll
find you died.�
He couldn�t believe he was free of it. The Magneto
thing had been a mistake. It was a mistake he had
accepted would plague his life until he died. He�d
also accepted that he�d probably die young anyway.
The missions were dangerous. Also, Sabertooth was in
their organization and he had a violent temper.
Magneto had never cared about who the cat-man took
that temper out on. Magneto only cared about getting
his missions done.
That�s why when he started getting sick, it didn�t
matter. He�d kept coughing but nobody cared much.
But, when it was time to move on it was obvious John
was too sick- useless. So he�d been dumped off.
He�d been dumped by his father early in life. After
the divorce the man wanted nothing to do with his
ex-wife and son. His mom and her boyfriends dumped on
him for most of his childhood. Then it turned out
that Johnny was mutant, and he got dumped off again;
this time right onto the street.
He snapped out of his thoughts. Bobby had gotten up
and was finishing heating a can of soup on a hot
plate. �I�m glad you�re feeling better� he said. He
poured the soup into a bowl and brought it over to
�You really care about me� he marveled quietly. But
Bobby heard him.
�Yeah man� he laughed �You�re stuck with me�
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