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Title: Further Down the Road (6/?)
Pairing: John/Pietro, John/Bobby, other minor pairs
Summary: As the title says: Both John and Bobby have grown up quite a bit. Humans are hunting mutants; John takes refuge at the mansion with his (much younger) boyfriend.
Rating (Chapter): PG-13
Warnings: I’ll try my best to stay in character, and I’ll try not to make the story too far fetched.
Disclaimer: John, Pietro, Bobby, and all respective characters belong to Marvel. Minor students in John’s Shakespeare/Sign class and at the mansion are either kids I go to school with or are made up by me. Eden and Mackenzie are made up by me. :D
Citations: I pulled out a characteristic of John in the last chapter (His panic attacks) and I used some sources to help me make them accurate. These include: Anxiety Disorders -Connolly, Simpson, and Petty
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I made a little picture of what I envisioned the Dorm to look like, using The Sims 2, so this is for reference, feel free to ask questions of you have 'em.
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He’s trembling, crying, hyperventilating, and screaming that he’s crazy. All at the same time. Bobby’s utterly terrified for the slightly younger mutant freaking out in the corner of his(Bobby’s) bed, knees pulled to his chest as he visibly shakes and sobs.
“John?” No answer, he steps closer to the bed and contemplates going to get a teacher. “John, are you okay?”
“Get the fuck away from me!” Bobby recoils and leaves the room quickly, coming back only moments later with Ororo. She approached the teen slowly and dodged being hit by an uncontrolled swing of the young pyrokinetic’s fist. “I’m not crazy!”
“I know, John, I know.” She said in her always soothing voice. Another swing, this time, his nails catch her arm, leaving reddening streaks behind. She pulled away. “Bobby. I think he’s having a panic attack.”
“Is he gonna be okay?” At age fifteen, Bobby’s only heard of panic attacks as something that only happens to a friend of a friend. He hadn’t even had a conversation with the newly arrived roommate, and already he was being screamed at and hit.
“I’m sure he will be. Panic attacks usually pass in about ten minutes. Why don’t you go get a glass of water for him? I’ll go talk to the professor.” Bobby ran through the halls with a sense of urgency that wasn’t really necessary, however by the time he returned with the glass of water, the new student had calmed down and was sitting quietly in the center of Bobby’s bed, looking nervous.
“Here.” Bobby said quietly, handing over the glass of water after freezing it around the outside. John took it, and Bobby notices that the ice immediately melted under his hand, dripping water onto the bed.
“Thanks.” John said quietly, staring a the glass for a moment then taking a small sip, swallowing apprehensively, then drinking more heartily.
“I’m Bobby.” He extended a hand, John took it and shook it, shivering at the cold contact.
“Your hands are cold.”
“Yours are warm.”
“I’m John.”
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“Ugh…” Bobby pushed himself away from the mattress and looked around. The sun was coming up, John was snoring softly in his bed, however had pulled his pillow down to the foot of the bed and was sleeping like that. Bobby smiled and got up, pulling on a pair of jeans and walking out to the Small Balcony that he and John shared with the neighboring dorm. The air outside was cool, but not cold, and would surely warm up in the afternoon sun of that mid-April day. Bobby was fascinated as he watched the sun rise. From the third-floor balcony he could see the sky turn brilliant shades of pink, blue, and purple gradually just above the distant tree line. Bobby sighed happily, then noticed the silhouette of what could have been a bird, but he knew better. Warren flew closer he was still only a silhouette as the early morning sun backed his form, casting shadows over the front of him. He touched down softly in front of Bobby, looking relaxed and calm.
“Morning. You’re up early.” He said, stretching his arms over his head and slightly untucking his black tee from his jeans as his wings fluttered. Bobby smiled,
“Weird dream, didn’t think it was worth trying to fall back asleep.”
“Wanna talk about it?”
“D’you want me to talk about it?”
“If you wanna talk, I’ll listen, you should know that.”
“I had a dream about when John first got here.”
“Nothing weird about dreaming about memories.”
“I guess not.”
“What happened?”
“When he got here? He had a panic attack. The professor hadn’t diagnosed him yet.”
“Diagnosed? With what?”
“Panic Disorder and slight Dependent Personality Disorder.”
“When does a panic attack become a panic disorder.”
“I don’t really get it myself, but John described it as when you’re afraid of the symptoms of panic attacks, and thus avoid situations in which you’re prone to having one.”
“Oh. And the dependent thing?”
“Yeah, he’s afraid of being abandoned, and needs to depend on the people around him.”
“And if he feels abandoned-“
“He has a panic attack. Thus, Panic Disorder.”
“Makes sense.”
“he hates being alone.”
“He seems to stay locked in your room alone all the time.”
“I know.”
“And he broke up with that young kid, he didn’t seem upset.”
“That’s what worries me.”
“I don’t understand.”
“He would have had a panic attack by now. Pietro is the one who broke up with him.”
“Maybe he’s just grown out of the disorder.”
“It’s not something you grow out of, you just learn to control it.”
“And?”
“Warren, I just know. Something’s not right.”
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Bobby seated himself between Emma And Warren at breakfast quietly as he reached for the Glass of Orange Juice before him.
“Stop worrying.” Warren muttered, smiling at him as he bit the end off of a strip of bacon.
“I’m not worrying.”
“You’re not eating either.”
“I’m not hungry.”
“You’re alwys hungry.”
“Am not.”
“I sit next to you at every meal, you’re plate is always clean. You’re worrying.”
“I am not.”
“Why don’t you talk to him?”
“Because he’ll act exactly like you’re acting now.!” Bobby practically yelled, standing up and leaving.
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“Hello?” Bobby asked, picking up the phone, “No, he’s teaching right now… I’m sorry, but he won’t be able to get to the phone… I understand but… Can I take a message. Okay. Alright. I’ll tell him as soon as I can. Okay. I will. Bye.” He rushed through the halls to John’s classroom. “John!” the classroom was utterly silent. The desks arranged in a horseshoe so the students could communicate and John standing at the open end of the room at the overhead, looking through his papers. He noticed Bobby and held up one finger and, with the other hand, handed the two students on the end of the curve half of the stack of paper he had retrieved then motioned around the room. Bobby stood awkwardly in the doorway as John signed to his class and they passed the papers around, then paired off as John moved to the hallway with Bobby.
“Sorry, what is it?”
“John, there’s been an accident.”
“What kind of accident?” John looked weary.
“Eden…” Bobby couldn’t finish his statement, immediately John was freaking out.
“What the fuck happened to Eden?!”
“She was in a car accident.” Bobby flinched immediately and moved away, ready to be hit. When the impact didn’t come, Bobby looked up, and John was gone. He looked in the classroom and saw that he wasn’t there, so he proceeded to the front of the room “Uh, you guys, just finish your worksheet and hand it in to me then you can go.” He said awkwardly, unaccustomed to such silence in a class.
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Bobby stared at his cell phone, debating whether to call John or not. It had been sever hours, and if Bobby knew anything, he knew John was most likely on a plane to Florida and his phone was off. John’s twin sister, Eden, had developed her powers a few months after John had arrived at the school , and had come to the mansion only to stay for about a week, then left for Florida to live with their older sister, who owned a costume shop. John was always overprotective of his sister, so it was no surprise that John had taken off immediately after he heard the news.
A week later, John showed up at the mansion holding a toddler in his right arm.