Leaves (X-Men Movieverse, John/Bobby)
Title: Leaves
Fandom: X-Men (Movieverse)
Characters: John Allerdyce/Bobby Drake
Prompt: 018 - Green
Word Count: 495
Rating: PG
It’s Miss Munroe’s idea. A way of giving back to the very earth that they rose from, she’d announced, only it had sounded so empowered when she’d first said it, but now Bobby thinks it just feels lacklustre. A hollow gesture, a mockery of life, rather than celebration and commiseration.
So many people died at Alcatraz. So many bodies not even found. Never to be found, dust scattered to the wind, ashes no phoenix could rise from. No way to know the death toll, although many have taken guesses.
It shouldn’t take long with their powers working together, but it does. Everyone seems to be moving so sluggishly, as if they think it’ll be more respectful if time slows to a crawl, but Bobby just wants the day to be over.
Planting a tree, or at least a seedling, for every person who died because of Magneto’s beliefs, whether they fought for him or against him.
The seedlings are marked with names. Miss Munroe plants only one, dedicated to Magneto himself. Bobby doesn’t understand why; he knows she is trying to make a point, he just doesn’t understand what it is.
Everyone works diligently, and Bobby suspects he might be the only one not finding solace in the activity. Well, not the only one; Logan had been given only one seedling himself, one dedicated to Dr. Grey, but he’d shoved it into Kitty’s hands after only a few minutes of watching and stalked away with a growl.
Bobby has his fair share to plant but he ignores them, just watches the other students work. Rogue and Piotr add his to their own piles without a word, and he’ll thank them later, but his throat feels raw and he doesn’t think he can speak.
Forest of death, he thinks, and hates himself for it, because everyone else is clearly taking comfort in at least the monotony of the task, if not the sentiment behind it.
It’s almost dark when they begin to wind down. The last of the roots are patted into the earth, painstakingly researched names of soldiers and mutants marking each one, and Bobby looks down and finds only one seedling left.
John Allerdyce, the tag states.
They never found John’s body. Doesn’t mean much; they never found a lot of bodies.
Bobby picks it up roughly, moves away from everyone else. Digs a hole, drops the plant inside. Kicks dirt at it until it’s at least halfway buried.
He’s been carrying a lighter a lot lately. Nobody thinks to ask why, which is lucky, because Bobby has no idea what to tell them. Doesn’t even know what to tell himself.
The thin stalk erupts into flames, leaves curling to a crisp under the tiny flame Bobby holds to them.
It’s what John would have wanted.
Bobby hears a few people gasp, the odd angry comment. It’s Miss Munroe who quietens them, guides them away, until it’s only Bobby, flames dancing in his eyes.
Fandom: X-Men (Movieverse)
Characters: John Allerdyce/Bobby Drake
Prompt: 018 - Green
Word Count: 495
Rating: PG
It’s Miss Munroe’s idea. A way of giving back to the very earth that they rose from, she’d announced, only it had sounded so empowered when she’d first said it, but now Bobby thinks it just feels lacklustre. A hollow gesture, a mockery of life, rather than celebration and commiseration.
So many people died at Alcatraz. So many bodies not even found. Never to be found, dust scattered to the wind, ashes no phoenix could rise from. No way to know the death toll, although many have taken guesses.
It shouldn’t take long with their powers working together, but it does. Everyone seems to be moving so sluggishly, as if they think it’ll be more respectful if time slows to a crawl, but Bobby just wants the day to be over.
Planting a tree, or at least a seedling, for every person who died because of Magneto’s beliefs, whether they fought for him or against him.
The seedlings are marked with names. Miss Munroe plants only one, dedicated to Magneto himself. Bobby doesn’t understand why; he knows she is trying to make a point, he just doesn’t understand what it is.
Everyone works diligently, and Bobby suspects he might be the only one not finding solace in the activity. Well, not the only one; Logan had been given only one seedling himself, one dedicated to Dr. Grey, but he’d shoved it into Kitty’s hands after only a few minutes of watching and stalked away with a growl.
Bobby has his fair share to plant but he ignores them, just watches the other students work. Rogue and Piotr add his to their own piles without a word, and he’ll thank them later, but his throat feels raw and he doesn’t think he can speak.
Forest of death, he thinks, and hates himself for it, because everyone else is clearly taking comfort in at least the monotony of the task, if not the sentiment behind it.
It’s almost dark when they begin to wind down. The last of the roots are patted into the earth, painstakingly researched names of soldiers and mutants marking each one, and Bobby looks down and finds only one seedling left.
John Allerdyce, the tag states.
They never found John’s body. Doesn’t mean much; they never found a lot of bodies.
Bobby picks it up roughly, moves away from everyone else. Digs a hole, drops the plant inside. Kicks dirt at it until it’s at least halfway buried.
He’s been carrying a lighter a lot lately. Nobody thinks to ask why, which is lucky, because Bobby has no idea what to tell them. Doesn’t even know what to tell himself.
The thin stalk erupts into flames, leaves curling to a crisp under the tiny flame Bobby holds to them.
It’s what John would have wanted.
Bobby hears a few people gasp, the odd angry comment. It’s Miss Munroe who quietens them, guides them away, until it’s only Bobby, flames dancing in his eyes.