First
The first time he thought saw Pyro, he was fifteen and standing in the Danger Room watching John and Piotr fighting. The Russian had said something that made John’s temper flare and explode and it had taken Bobby running over and standing between his best friend and the Russian metal man to stop a fight from happening and to stop John from carrying through on his threat to see if organic metal melted as well as ordinary metal.
Of course, the first time he really saw Pyro was on Alcatraz Island, that island that was once a prison for humans, becoming a ‘salvation’ for mutants. The bullshit mutant ‘cure’ that had created a frenzy amongst the whole human population: could the mutant curse really be made to go away? None of the X-Men agreed with what was going on, but they were believers in another solution to this as opposed to going and attacking the source, a small boy. A small boy whose mutant ability was to negate the ability of the mutants around him. Jubilee had cracked a joke about how this kid needed to be under the bed next time Rogue got particularly... frisky and then maybe she and Bobby would actually be able to have sex.
Not that Bobby wanted to screw his ex-girlfriend. He never really had. It had been a cover for what he’d wanted all along and then lost somewhere along the way. Not that it mattered now. Not whilst he was standing opposite Pyro, who had set alight cars thrown by Magneto, burned people alive and destroyed one of the cure facilities in the middle of New York City.
He really saw Pyro now, the young man that hated humanity for all it had done to him and who hated the X-Men for their betrayal - in his eyes. Hated Bobby for not walking away with him, not wanting him, not asking him to stay, not making him leave, for making him live in this kind of limbo of things that never happened and never would. Bobby used to wonder if he’d just imaged the looks he caught John giving him sometimes, wondered whether or not it was just his own fevered imagination running away with him, the jealousy from his time spent with Rogue, the barely-hidden bitchy comments.
Nothing seemed to matter when he was fighting for his life, though, stuck underneath the might of John’s power, listening to his former friend talking about how fire will always win out over ice, the power of creation in his hands, an unlimited supply. The shock on his face when Bobby got to his feet, cold hands around John’s wrists, freezing the fire, freezing the pipes.
Everything comes from ice too. Like Robert Frost said. Fire and Ice.
The first time Bobby really felt regret was that moment after he’d headbutted John and watched the man fall in front of him, lying prone on the ground. His clothes had flaked and disappeared, not prepared to be covered in ice so when Bobby moved they broke and he was stuck, naked on the battlefield with the ground disintegrating around him and John unconscious at his feet.
Someone appears with clothing, Bobby doesn’t know who because he struggles into the too-small sweatpants and looks up at Beast. He’s yelling that they need to go, go and leave the Brotherhood behind.
The first time Bobby broke a direct order it involved picking John up, hoisting him over his shoulder - noticing that he hadn’t really gained any weight since he left the mansion and that was a long time ago - and carrying him towards the Blackbird, ignoring the looks he got from his team members. It was sitting with John’s head in his lap on the way back to the mansion and fretting that he’d given the pyrokinetic some serious brain damage by smacking their foreheads together, Bobby’s protected by that thick layer of ice that had surrounded him, ironically, for the first time.
Muse: Bobby Drake
Fandom: X-Men (movieverse)
Word Count: 676
ooc: This ending has been taken from the novellisation of X3 - written by Chris Clairmont (so it's totally canon) in which Bobby iced up for the first time, ended up naked and also carried John off the island. :D
Of course, the first time he really saw Pyro was on Alcatraz Island, that island that was once a prison for humans, becoming a ‘salvation’ for mutants. The bullshit mutant ‘cure’ that had created a frenzy amongst the whole human population: could the mutant curse really be made to go away? None of the X-Men agreed with what was going on, but they were believers in another solution to this as opposed to going and attacking the source, a small boy. A small boy whose mutant ability was to negate the ability of the mutants around him. Jubilee had cracked a joke about how this kid needed to be under the bed next time Rogue got particularly... frisky and then maybe she and Bobby would actually be able to have sex.
Not that Bobby wanted to screw his ex-girlfriend. He never really had. It had been a cover for what he’d wanted all along and then lost somewhere along the way. Not that it mattered now. Not whilst he was standing opposite Pyro, who had set alight cars thrown by Magneto, burned people alive and destroyed one of the cure facilities in the middle of New York City.
He really saw Pyro now, the young man that hated humanity for all it had done to him and who hated the X-Men for their betrayal - in his eyes. Hated Bobby for not walking away with him, not wanting him, not asking him to stay, not making him leave, for making him live in this kind of limbo of things that never happened and never would. Bobby used to wonder if he’d just imaged the looks he caught John giving him sometimes, wondered whether or not it was just his own fevered imagination running away with him, the jealousy from his time spent with Rogue, the barely-hidden bitchy comments.
Nothing seemed to matter when he was fighting for his life, though, stuck underneath the might of John’s power, listening to his former friend talking about how fire will always win out over ice, the power of creation in his hands, an unlimited supply. The shock on his face when Bobby got to his feet, cold hands around John’s wrists, freezing the fire, freezing the pipes.
Everything comes from ice too. Like Robert Frost said. Fire and Ice.
The first time Bobby really felt regret was that moment after he’d headbutted John and watched the man fall in front of him, lying prone on the ground. His clothes had flaked and disappeared, not prepared to be covered in ice so when Bobby moved they broke and he was stuck, naked on the battlefield with the ground disintegrating around him and John unconscious at his feet.
Someone appears with clothing, Bobby doesn’t know who because he struggles into the too-small sweatpants and looks up at Beast. He’s yelling that they need to go, go and leave the Brotherhood behind.
The first time Bobby broke a direct order it involved picking John up, hoisting him over his shoulder - noticing that he hadn’t really gained any weight since he left the mansion and that was a long time ago - and carrying him towards the Blackbird, ignoring the looks he got from his team members. It was sitting with John’s head in his lap on the way back to the mansion and fretting that he’d given the pyrokinetic some serious brain damage by smacking their foreheads together, Bobby’s protected by that thick layer of ice that had surrounded him, ironically, for the first time.
Muse: Bobby Drake
Fandom: X-Men (movieverse)
Word Count: 676
ooc: This ending has been taken from the novellisation of X3 - written by Chris Clairmont (so it's totally canon) in which Bobby iced up for the first time, ended up naked and also carried John off the island. :D