All That's Left of Yesterday
Title: All That’s Left of Yesterday
Author: Kendra sykoxfreak
Summary: "John, if you fucking die on me I’m gonna spit on your goddamn grave!"
Rating: PG-13 for cussing mainly
Notes: For my Playlist No. 9 Evanescence-Hello. It's a little OOC. Also, it’s suppose to be a tearjerker, but it’s probably not. >_< Post-X3
The Playlist
"No, come back!" Bobby cried, gripping John’s cooling body. "No! Please! Please." Bobby’s tears were turning into drops of ice as they dripped down on John’s body. "I love you! You can’t fucking leave me like this! Not again, you motherfucker! Come back! Come back!!"
The rain started to pour on top of Bobby’s head, and it was unusually warm. It was like God was mocking him, making a sharp contrast to the cold bubble that wrapped around Bobby. Ice started forming around the two boys, protecting them from the hell all around them. Bobby pulled John’s body closer to him, and he sobbed in his old friends chest. Bobby was rocking himself and the form of what was John.
There was a sudden bang on the ice cavern that Bobby formed around him, and John. Hank’s voice rang out, but it was muffled because of the ice.
"Bobby! Bobby, son, it’s over. Come out. Bobby," Hanks voice was a command. "If you want to me to help him, you must bring him out."
The ice slowly fell, and Hank was inside, slowly breaking Bobby away from John, but the boy refused to let go. Bobby heard nothing, but he felt two strong arms wrap around his abdomen. Logan was whispering in his ear.
"Has no one told you he’s not breathing?" Logan whispered viciously in Bobby’s ear. But in fact he told him, "Bobby, he’s still breathing."
"No! He can’t go! I love him. John, if you fucking die on me I’m gonna spit on your goddamn grave!" Bobby cried, his iced tears dripping on the ground, shattering when they hit.
"Kid, you gotta calm down," Logan cried, as Bobby kicked at him, successfully hitting Logan’s shin. Logan growled, and hit Bobby across the back of his head, just hard enough to knock him out. Bobby fell limp, seeing only John behind his lids. Logan looks at Hank, who merely sighs, John now in hand. They just make it back to the jet as Ororo pulls up and way.
"I don’t care that you left, John," Bobby grunts out, as he pushes more ice out. "Just come back."
"Why?" John forces out the fire in his veins. "So I can watch you romance Rogue, and I’ll be your fucktoy again? I’d rather not."
"It’s always goes back to her," Bobby hisses, stepping closer to John. "Why?"
"It’s always been her."
"It’s always been you, John." Bobby said, dropping the ice down, letting the flame come closer to him. "I love you."
The flame was completely gone, but Bobby’s ice was still going. It hit John, and sent him flying back into a pile of rubble. The crack was sickening, and Bobby was at John’s side faster than a lightening bolt.
"Bobby," Someone whispered to him slowly. A sizzling hot hand held Bobby's, as his eyes slowly opened. "Bobby."
"John?"
"No, darling. It’s Ororo. I have some bad news, darling," The woman said gently, kneeling in front of Bobby’s chair he fell asleep in. Bobby knew that that dream would haunt him for the rest of his life.
Bobby started crying, the frozen drops dripping on Ororo’s hands, which were placed on his knees. "He’s dead. Isn’t he?"
Ororo sighed, and her grip on her knees tightened. "He’s…He’s…"
Bobby stood up, knocking Ororo back on her butt. He ran before she finished her sentence. He ran. He didn’t know where he was running to, but his legs took on a mind of their own. Bobby was out of the school, and was running through the forest that surrounded it. He was getting scraped from the wild branches, and thorns, but he didn’t feel it because of the adrenaline running through his veins. He was running to the area. Their Circle of Peace, has John had named it. Their Circle of Love was what Bobby wanted to name it, John said that that was too girly for him.
The ground was wet and squishy under his feet, and he fell at least three times, but he jumped back up and kept running. He needed to get there. He needed to feel the way he did before. He needed John. Bobby tripped over a rock, and fell in the small circle shaped mossy area that was the Circle of Peace. Bobby stood up slowly, the adrenaline doing the same. He saw the fallen decaying tree laying in the middle of the Circle, and while walking towards it, the memories of all the times him and John had spent out here flooded back to him. And along with that came the tears. Bobby collapsed a few feet away from the tree.
He didn’t need Rogue or Marie or whatever the hell she was going by now. He didn’t need his stupid family. He didn’t need the X-men. He didn’t need to be Iceman: the hero. What he needed was that stupid, egotistical idiot who liked to call himself Pyro. He needed that moron, and that moron was gone. Poof. Just like a snap of Ororo’s fingers, he was gone. Disappeared from existence. No one would notice that John would be gone, and John knew that. Bobby just never got the chance to say that he was gonna miss him.
"He was my whole fucking world, my whole world! And You selfish bastard stole that from me! You might has well killed me, because what do I have to live for now?!" Bobby yelled, gripping the grass in between his fingers. His powers suddenly broke loose, Bobby unable to control himself any longer.
Slowly, the ice creeped over the grass, moss, and leafs, trapping everything. The ice met with trees and crawled up them the was a vine did, curling every now and then. The fallen tree in the middle of the Circle was slicked over with the pure bluish ice. Bobby’s fingers slowly started to harden, and it flowed up his arm, and down his shoulders. His back and chest were covered in the thick armor-like ice, as the ice traveled farther down, covering his legs, and trapping him to the ground. The ice creeped up his neck, and slowly covered his face, the only thing escaping was the silent tears that fell down his ice-up cheeks.
There was a sudden crack in the icy grass, and Bobby shrugged it away, thinking that it was just Ororo, or Logan coming up to check in him. Bobby closed his eyes as the footsteps approached. Bobby was unable to face the reality of it all, and he wasn’t planning to anytime soon. He heard the footsteps stop in front of him.
"Hey, kid," the voice was familiar, and so was the phrase. Bobby ignored it, and shook his head. The person crouched down in front of Bobby.
"Go away," the words were just as icy as Bobby was. He heard the ice crackle under the weight as the person sat on the log.
"You and him really loved each other didn’t you?" the person said, and Bobby knew that it wasn’t John. John was dead and there was nothing he could do about it. Bobby merely nodded in return to the question. "I know for a fact that he knew that, kid. Don’t worry, he loved you too."
"How can you say that?!" Bobby screamed, letting all the rage out. "How in the fucking world can you tell me that he fucking love me, Logan!? He never said it, he ran away, we constantly fought, and if it wasn’t for that fucking bitch Rogue, we’d be happy together. We’d be in love, Goddamnit!"
The person sucked his teeth. "You’re right, kid, if not for that fucking bitch, we would have made it."
Bobby’s eyes grew wide, and he looked up. John sat there, with that stupid fucking grin of his. He had his lighter in his hand, and was clicking it in that annoying way.
John. His beautiful John was sitting there, with his dyed blonde hair, and dark brown roots, and those eyes that could stop Angels in their tracks. The highlights of gold in them sparkled, and Bobby knew that something was wrong.
"John’s dead. You’re not him." Bobby stared daggers at this impostor. "It’s not true. You’re not real. He’s dead, and I killed him. I murdered my love!"
The ‘impostor’ John’s eyebrows raised to his hairline. "Bobby, did you honestly think that a little bump on my head could kill me? Me? I’m St. John fucking Allerdyce, man. No one could kill the Pyro," he said, smiling that John smile that only Bobby saw.
"If you’re really him, tell me something only John would know," Bobby said moving to sit on his heels.
"Before Rogue came, and before I left, after we were done making love, you would cuddle around me, and whisper in my ear ‘I love you, St. John Allerdyce. Now and forever.’ And after I was sure you fell asleep," John said, dropping to his knees in front of Bobby. "I always said it back. ‘I love you, too, Bobby Drake. In life and in Death."
John touched Bobby’s cheek, and the ice melted away, going back into the icy cold air and forming the flakes of snow that fell on the two boys. Bobby closed his eyes, and the touch fell away. Bobby’s tears fell down his cheeks when he blinked, but he didn’t wipe them away. Bobby knew that when he open his eyes, that John would be gone. Bobby knew that this was his mind doing this, trying to help Bobby cope with the pain of losing John.
And when Bobby opened his eyes, he was right, John was gone. Bobby sighed, and bent his head down. He quietly prayed for John’s soul, when a snowball hit the back of his head. He slowly turned around. John was standing there, cackling. Bobby growled his anger at the boy.
"I thought you were dead, you motherfucker!" Bobby cried, standing up, but sliding on the ice. Bobby fell as he heard John’s crazy cackling.
"It was a bump on the head! I’m St. John fucking Allerdyce! You’re not getting rid of me that easily!" John replied, as Bobby helped himself back up.
"You weren’t breathing, and you sustained bone breaking injuries. I though a rib punctured your lung or something!" Bobby defended. John laughed again, but this time it was a lovely on.
"You really thought I died?" John’s voice was very serious all of a sudden. Bobby waked over to the too thin boy. Bobby picked him up by the waist and spun him.
"Yeah."
"Did you care?"
"I cried for...forever it seemed."
Bobby stopped the cliché-like spinning, set John down, and simply held him to his chest. "Why?"
"Why!?" Bobby asked, disbelieving. "John. You’re a part of me, and I’m a part of you. Whether you like it or not."
"Really? Man, that sucks." John said, sucking his teeth. "I love you too." Bobby smile was so big that it nearly filled his whole face. "On one condition."
"What’s that?" Bobby’s smile faltered.
"I want an ice rose, too."
Bobby laughed as he lifted a pouting John in the air. "I’ll make you a whole bouquet."
Author: Kendra sykoxfreak
Summary: "John, if you fucking die on me I’m gonna spit on your goddamn grave!"
Rating: PG-13 for cussing mainly
Notes: For my Playlist No. 9 Evanescence-Hello. It's a little OOC. Also, it’s suppose to be a tearjerker, but it’s probably not. >_< Post-X3
The Playlist
"No, come back!" Bobby cried, gripping John’s cooling body. "No! Please! Please." Bobby’s tears were turning into drops of ice as they dripped down on John’s body. "I love you! You can’t fucking leave me like this! Not again, you motherfucker! Come back! Come back!!"
The rain started to pour on top of Bobby’s head, and it was unusually warm. It was like God was mocking him, making a sharp contrast to the cold bubble that wrapped around Bobby. Ice started forming around the two boys, protecting them from the hell all around them. Bobby pulled John’s body closer to him, and he sobbed in his old friends chest. Bobby was rocking himself and the form of what was John.
There was a sudden bang on the ice cavern that Bobby formed around him, and John. Hank’s voice rang out, but it was muffled because of the ice.
"Bobby! Bobby, son, it’s over. Come out. Bobby," Hanks voice was a command. "If you want to me to help him, you must bring him out."
The ice slowly fell, and Hank was inside, slowly breaking Bobby away from John, but the boy refused to let go. Bobby heard nothing, but he felt two strong arms wrap around his abdomen. Logan was whispering in his ear.
"Has no one told you he’s not breathing?" Logan whispered viciously in Bobby’s ear. But in fact he told him, "Bobby, he’s still breathing."
"No! He can’t go! I love him. John, if you fucking die on me I’m gonna spit on your goddamn grave!" Bobby cried, his iced tears dripping on the ground, shattering when they hit.
"Kid, you gotta calm down," Logan cried, as Bobby kicked at him, successfully hitting Logan’s shin. Logan growled, and hit Bobby across the back of his head, just hard enough to knock him out. Bobby fell limp, seeing only John behind his lids. Logan looks at Hank, who merely sighs, John now in hand. They just make it back to the jet as Ororo pulls up and way.
"I don’t care that you left, John," Bobby grunts out, as he pushes more ice out. "Just come back."
"Why?" John forces out the fire in his veins. "So I can watch you romance Rogue, and I’ll be your fucktoy again? I’d rather not."
"It’s always goes back to her," Bobby hisses, stepping closer to John. "Why?"
"It’s always been her."
"It’s always been you, John." Bobby said, dropping the ice down, letting the flame come closer to him. "I love you."
The flame was completely gone, but Bobby’s ice was still going. It hit John, and sent him flying back into a pile of rubble. The crack was sickening, and Bobby was at John’s side faster than a lightening bolt.
"Bobby," Someone whispered to him slowly. A sizzling hot hand held Bobby's, as his eyes slowly opened. "Bobby."
"John?"
"No, darling. It’s Ororo. I have some bad news, darling," The woman said gently, kneeling in front of Bobby’s chair he fell asleep in. Bobby knew that that dream would haunt him for the rest of his life.
Bobby started crying, the frozen drops dripping on Ororo’s hands, which were placed on his knees. "He’s dead. Isn’t he?"
Ororo sighed, and her grip on her knees tightened. "He’s…He’s…"
Bobby stood up, knocking Ororo back on her butt. He ran before she finished her sentence. He ran. He didn’t know where he was running to, but his legs took on a mind of their own. Bobby was out of the school, and was running through the forest that surrounded it. He was getting scraped from the wild branches, and thorns, but he didn’t feel it because of the adrenaline running through his veins. He was running to the area. Their Circle of Peace, has John had named it. Their Circle of Love was what Bobby wanted to name it, John said that that was too girly for him.
The ground was wet and squishy under his feet, and he fell at least three times, but he jumped back up and kept running. He needed to get there. He needed to feel the way he did before. He needed John. Bobby tripped over a rock, and fell in the small circle shaped mossy area that was the Circle of Peace. Bobby stood up slowly, the adrenaline doing the same. He saw the fallen decaying tree laying in the middle of the Circle, and while walking towards it, the memories of all the times him and John had spent out here flooded back to him. And along with that came the tears. Bobby collapsed a few feet away from the tree.
He didn’t need Rogue or Marie or whatever the hell she was going by now. He didn’t need his stupid family. He didn’t need the X-men. He didn’t need to be Iceman: the hero. What he needed was that stupid, egotistical idiot who liked to call himself Pyro. He needed that moron, and that moron was gone. Poof. Just like a snap of Ororo’s fingers, he was gone. Disappeared from existence. No one would notice that John would be gone, and John knew that. Bobby just never got the chance to say that he was gonna miss him.
"He was my whole fucking world, my whole world! And You selfish bastard stole that from me! You might has well killed me, because what do I have to live for now?!" Bobby yelled, gripping the grass in between his fingers. His powers suddenly broke loose, Bobby unable to control himself any longer.
Slowly, the ice creeped over the grass, moss, and leafs, trapping everything. The ice met with trees and crawled up them the was a vine did, curling every now and then. The fallen tree in the middle of the Circle was slicked over with the pure bluish ice. Bobby’s fingers slowly started to harden, and it flowed up his arm, and down his shoulders. His back and chest were covered in the thick armor-like ice, as the ice traveled farther down, covering his legs, and trapping him to the ground. The ice creeped up his neck, and slowly covered his face, the only thing escaping was the silent tears that fell down his ice-up cheeks.
There was a sudden crack in the icy grass, and Bobby shrugged it away, thinking that it was just Ororo, or Logan coming up to check in him. Bobby closed his eyes as the footsteps approached. Bobby was unable to face the reality of it all, and he wasn’t planning to anytime soon. He heard the footsteps stop in front of him.
"Hey, kid," the voice was familiar, and so was the phrase. Bobby ignored it, and shook his head. The person crouched down in front of Bobby.
"Go away," the words were just as icy as Bobby was. He heard the ice crackle under the weight as the person sat on the log.
"You and him really loved each other didn’t you?" the person said, and Bobby knew that it wasn’t John. John was dead and there was nothing he could do about it. Bobby merely nodded in return to the question. "I know for a fact that he knew that, kid. Don’t worry, he loved you too."
"How can you say that?!" Bobby screamed, letting all the rage out. "How in the fucking world can you tell me that he fucking love me, Logan!? He never said it, he ran away, we constantly fought, and if it wasn’t for that fucking bitch Rogue, we’d be happy together. We’d be in love, Goddamnit!"
The person sucked his teeth. "You’re right, kid, if not for that fucking bitch, we would have made it."
Bobby’s eyes grew wide, and he looked up. John sat there, with that stupid fucking grin of his. He had his lighter in his hand, and was clicking it in that annoying way.
John. His beautiful John was sitting there, with his dyed blonde hair, and dark brown roots, and those eyes that could stop Angels in their tracks. The highlights of gold in them sparkled, and Bobby knew that something was wrong.
"John’s dead. You’re not him." Bobby stared daggers at this impostor. "It’s not true. You’re not real. He’s dead, and I killed him. I murdered my love!"
The ‘impostor’ John’s eyebrows raised to his hairline. "Bobby, did you honestly think that a little bump on my head could kill me? Me? I’m St. John fucking Allerdyce, man. No one could kill the Pyro," he said, smiling that John smile that only Bobby saw.
"If you’re really him, tell me something only John would know," Bobby said moving to sit on his heels.
"Before Rogue came, and before I left, after we were done making love, you would cuddle around me, and whisper in my ear ‘I love you, St. John Allerdyce. Now and forever.’ And after I was sure you fell asleep," John said, dropping to his knees in front of Bobby. "I always said it back. ‘I love you, too, Bobby Drake. In life and in Death."
John touched Bobby’s cheek, and the ice melted away, going back into the icy cold air and forming the flakes of snow that fell on the two boys. Bobby closed his eyes, and the touch fell away. Bobby’s tears fell down his cheeks when he blinked, but he didn’t wipe them away. Bobby knew that when he open his eyes, that John would be gone. Bobby knew that this was his mind doing this, trying to help Bobby cope with the pain of losing John.
And when Bobby opened his eyes, he was right, John was gone. Bobby sighed, and bent his head down. He quietly prayed for John’s soul, when a snowball hit the back of his head. He slowly turned around. John was standing there, cackling. Bobby growled his anger at the boy.
"I thought you were dead, you motherfucker!" Bobby cried, standing up, but sliding on the ice. Bobby fell as he heard John’s crazy cackling.
"It was a bump on the head! I’m St. John fucking Allerdyce! You’re not getting rid of me that easily!" John replied, as Bobby helped himself back up.
"You weren’t breathing, and you sustained bone breaking injuries. I though a rib punctured your lung or something!" Bobby defended. John laughed again, but this time it was a lovely on.
"You really thought I died?" John’s voice was very serious all of a sudden. Bobby waked over to the too thin boy. Bobby picked him up by the waist and spun him.
"Yeah."
"Did you care?"
"I cried for...forever it seemed."
Bobby stopped the cliché-like spinning, set John down, and simply held him to his chest. "Why?"
"Why!?" Bobby asked, disbelieving. "John. You’re a part of me, and I’m a part of you. Whether you like it or not."
"Really? Man, that sucks." John said, sucking his teeth. "I love you too." Bobby smile was so big that it nearly filled his whole face. "On one condition."
"What’s that?" Bobby’s smile faltered.
"I want an ice rose, too."
Bobby laughed as he lifted a pouting John in the air. "I’ll make you a whole bouquet."