Post by Iceman on Jun 30, 2006 8:25:08 GMT -5
“Stop! I can’t stop! Stop! I can’t stop! I got lightning striking again, Lightning striking again…”
Bobby glanced at the open door that the oldies music was coming from, across the hall from his own room, which he stopped in front of. The last time he’d heard the song coming down the hall, it had made him smile. He’d made a mental note to ask to borrow the CD, to have Storm listen to it sometime. He’d though it was her kind of song.
But this time, the song did nothing to ease his heavy mood. He let himself into his room and shut the door behind him, blocking out the upbeat music. He went to his bed, only pausing long enough to turn on his stereo. Angry rock music flooded the room as he flopped stomach-down on his bed.
When he opened his eyes, he found himself staring at a Tim magazine cover with Professor Xavier on it, dated just a month before his death. The sight brought rise to fresh defiance in Bobby’s mind.
‘If the Professor did interviews and publicity stuff, why shouldn’t I?’
But, much to his distaste, a scolding response came to mind, as if spoken by someone else. ‘Because he was doing it to inform people about mutants and the war. Not for the money.’
Bobby sighed heavily and rolled over onto his back, staring up at the ceiling but not really seeing it. He laid there as the minutes stretched on, and in the end the only decision he came up with was to talk to Storm about it. He’d talk to Storm, because he sure couldn’t talk to Wolverine about it; he knew Logan would probably kick his ass just for considering it.
And Bobby didn’t want the much more experienced X-Men to think less of him. He already wondered if they blamed him for Rogue’s decision to leave. And whether they did blame him or not, he was trying to earn his place as an X-Men. He didn’t want them to think he was just in it for the money or the fame.
He whole-heartedly did want to prevent the all-out war that some were trying to brew, and he wanted to make things easier on mutants. He believed in what they were fighting for. He just didn’t trust himself with all that the mission entailed.
Bobby glanced at the open door that the oldies music was coming from, across the hall from his own room, which he stopped in front of. The last time he’d heard the song coming down the hall, it had made him smile. He’d made a mental note to ask to borrow the CD, to have Storm listen to it sometime. He’d though it was her kind of song.
But this time, the song did nothing to ease his heavy mood. He let himself into his room and shut the door behind him, blocking out the upbeat music. He went to his bed, only pausing long enough to turn on his stereo. Angry rock music flooded the room as he flopped stomach-down on his bed.
When he opened his eyes, he found himself staring at a Tim magazine cover with Professor Xavier on it, dated just a month before his death. The sight brought rise to fresh defiance in Bobby’s mind.
‘If the Professor did interviews and publicity stuff, why shouldn’t I?’
But, much to his distaste, a scolding response came to mind, as if spoken by someone else. ‘Because he was doing it to inform people about mutants and the war. Not for the money.’
Bobby sighed heavily and rolled over onto his back, staring up at the ceiling but not really seeing it. He laid there as the minutes stretched on, and in the end the only decision he came up with was to talk to Storm about it. He’d talk to Storm, because he sure couldn’t talk to Wolverine about it; he knew Logan would probably kick his ass just for considering it.
And Bobby didn’t want the much more experienced X-Men to think less of him. He already wondered if they blamed him for Rogue’s decision to leave. And whether they did blame him or not, he was trying to earn his place as an X-Men. He didn’t want them to think he was just in it for the money or the fame.
He whole-heartedly did want to prevent the all-out war that some were trying to brew, and he wanted to make things easier on mutants. He believed in what they were fighting for. He just didn’t trust himself with all that the mission entailed.
