Fic: Perspective
Title: Perspective
Author: wolvster
Rating: General
Characters: Bobby, Scott, Logan. Implied Bobby/Rogue.
Spoilers: Post-X2
Word Count: 2,604
Summary: Bobby is jealous, Scott's being nice and Logan's being an ass. What more can I say?
Notes: First time poster, long time lurker. This was written for some friends who dislike Bobby, this was intended to make them realize Bobby isn't all that bad.



Perspective (part 1 of 2)

Bobby was sulking. He knew it was a childish thing to do and that Marie would probably laugh at him for doing it, but he just felt like it. He had been strolling through the mansion's many corridors all morning glaring at anyone who dared to give him as much as a bemused look. There was a small voice inside of him that said he was acting like an idiot, or to be more specific, like Logan. He frowned, not at all pleased with the implications of that statement. Logan. The name roused different emotions in his mind. Fear. Dislike. Envy. Admiration…


No matter how hard he tried to dislike the old feral, he couldn't deny that the man had saved his life that fateful night in the kitchen. The images of the man's flashing claws stabbing through the assailant's chest were still fresh in his memory. He shuddered trying to shake the uneasy feeling that accompanied the memories of that night and the events that followed. He had not only lost a teacher that day, but he also lost his family. The betrayal of his brother, his parents' disbelief and misunderstanding were difficult to cope with.


Thank God he had Marie to talk with. His girlfriend was always there to talk or just to cuddle. He adored her.


This brought him back to the actual reason he was sulking. His girlfriend was currently having lunch with the resident badass at some cool taco place. He knew he shouldn't be jealous, Marie told him he didn't have a reason to be anyway, but he'd love to chill the Wolverine right down to his adamantium laced bones. His fists balled in his jeans pockets and without him even realizing it a thin layer of ice spread on top of his clothes. It wasn't until he felt a hand on his shoulder that he noticed his faux pas. Peeved about his lack of control he looked up, scowling at the person who had shaken him from his reverie.


What he saw made his eyes widen and he backed away a little. An arched brow just above ruby red glasses was raised and Bobby swallowed hard. It was the first time he saw mister Summers after Doctor Grey's death a month ago.
His teacher and mentor had locked himself in their –his- room for several days before leaving the school presumably to support Jean's parents. The pain and despair were still clearly evident on the man's face. Deep lines of grief had set near the corners of his mouth, his unshaven cheeks were hollow and his hair looked dishevelled. But amidst all that suffering there was a small smile on the man's lips.


"Uh- Hello Mr. Summers."


"Hey Bobby. Are you okay? I think I felt the temperature drop a few degrees."


"Sorry, sir. I was-uh- just thinking." Again that eyebrow.


"Right… Want to tell me about it?"


Bobby hesitated. His problems seemed so trivial compared to those of his favourite teacher.


"You know you can talk to me about anything, Bobby."


"It's not very important, I guess." He looked away, focussing on a tiny fleck of dirt clinging to the carpet.


"Of course it is. Just because …these things happened it doesn't mean your problems are of less importance." Scott gave Bobby a sympathetic look.


"ItsjustthatMarieshavinglunchwiththehairballagain." Bobby flushed. Great. How pathetic could he possibly be?


"I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that." The knowing grin on Scott's face told Bobby different though. It seemed almost impossible but he turned a deeper shade of red, while the air around him turned colder. His gift was displaying his emotions again.


"Marie is having lunch with Wolverine again." He shrugged feeling more embarrassed every second.


"Ah I see." Scott paused for a minute observing the boy in front of him. "Come on. I have to show you something."


Bobby followed Scott into his office and stood awkwardly near the entrance. Scott rummaged through several boxes before he came up again holding a photo frame in his hands. He blew on it once, coughing when dust flew off of it. After wiping it clean with his sleeve he handed it to Bobby. "Here, take a look at this."


Bobby checked the photo and soon discovered it was an old school picture. He could recognize Scott, Jean and Ms. Monroe, all his age, standing in line beside several other students. Among them were a huge, muscular boy and another guy with, what appeared to be, massive wings folded behind his back. Not knowing what to do with the picture he gave Scott a questioning look.


"See the guy with the wings?"

He nodded. Scott sat down behind his large mahogany desk and put his hands behind his head.


"His name is Warren Worthington the third. Filthy rich, handsome, charming, perfectly controlling his mutation… In short; everything I wasn't at your age."


Bobby looked at the boy with the clumsy glasses and slim body in the centre of the picture. Scott continued.


"Jean really liked him too." Scott sighed softly and Bobby thought he saw a pained expression appear on the older man's face for a second. "I didn't like him at first. Jean and I just started dating, you see, and all of a sudden there was this great guy, literally looking like he just dropped out of heaven." Scott snorted.


"I was scared as hell. How could I possibly compete with this guy? It was Jean who told me I didn't have to, that she loved me, and not the rich kid with the wings. At first I didn't believe her, but gradually I realized she did love me feeling stupid about not trusting her immediately. I even became best friends with Angel."


Bobby stared at the picture, Scott's words slowly sinking in. It made sense. Marie told him she loved him instead of Logan. He should just trust her. After several long minutes he looked up at Scott who smiled back at him.


"Does that mean I have to become best friends with Logan?" He asked jokingly. Scott let out a genuine laugh shaking his head. Bobby grinned, glad to see his mentor laughing again.


"Well I guess that'd be a bit much to ask, wouldn't it? How does 'being on a friendly base with him' sound?"


Bobby pretended to think about it for a moment. "I think I can handle that."


"If you discover how to, could you send me a note too?" Scott grinned.


"Sure, teach." Bobby handed him back the photograph and turned towards the exit. "Thanks, mister Summers."


"No problem Bobby. Please close the door on your way back, would you?" Bobby nodded once more and left the room, but not before taking another look at his teacher, who was gingerly touching the photograph, lost in memories of better times.




Part 2 of 2
"Hmmm…don't wanna let you go." Bobby murmured in his girlfriend's shoulder, careful not to touch skin anywhere.


"That means I'd have to take ya with me. Ah don't think you'd survive a shopping trip with Jubilee though." She snickered and Bobby looked up.


"Good point." He reluctantly let go of his girlfriend. She caressed his cheek with a gloved hand while smiling sympathetically.


"I'll be back before ya know it, sugah." Bobby smiled, wishing he could kiss her.


Jubilee and Kitty entering the recreation room rudely interrupted their quiet moment.

"Hiya, lovebirds! Chica, are we going or do we have to surgically remove that hand from his face?"


Bobby sighed and Marie rolled her eyes.


"Well better get going huh?" Marie whispered softly. She slowly let go of his hand and moved towards the other girls.


"See you later."


"Bye, sugah."


He waved her goodbye, watching her leave amidst a blur of bright yellow and pink. Not feeling up to doing his English literature homework for the Professor's class, he walked to the gardens looking for Piotr. After his buddy John left -he refused to think 'betrayed'- the school, he and the gentle giant had become friends. The large Russian boy was often outside drawing or painting the scenic grounds of the mansion.


Just when he opened the door he heard a loud curse and a heavy metal object dropped from the sky, landing only inches away from him. Startled he looked up and found himself staring directly in the eyes of a scowling Wolverine. Great. "You –uh dropped something…"


Logan rolled his eyes.


"No shit Sherlock. Hand it back ta me, will ya?"


Bobby picked it up to hand it back, but found he couldn't reach the man. He heard Logan sigh exasperatedly, so he did the only thing he could think of and conjured an ice slide in his right hand, put the tool on top and made the ice go upwards. Logan only grunted, took the tool back and went back to whatever it was he was doing. Bobby shrugged at the lack of response and made the ice disappear again. He figured that Logan was trying to repair the window of the second floor, but it seemed it was a difficult job with all the security devices around it.

Logan's shirtless back was covered in sweat and the curses he uttered were a good indication just how difficult it was. They'd boarded up the windows that had been broken by the soldiers entering the mansion a month ago, a constant reminder of the chaos that had occurred. Logan had taken it upon him to repair the damage and proved to be a capable handyman.


While Bobby contemplated all of this another tool had dropped and Logan was cursing loudly.


"Fuck!"


Bobby saw the man's muscled chest heave in barely controlled anger. Biting his lip nervously he prepared to offer some help, remembering Scott's words two days earlier. He was just about to swallow his pride when he heard a gruff voice.


"Are ya gonna stare at me all day or are ya gonna give me a hand here, bub?"


Bobby blinked, thought it over quickly and reached for the ladder.


"Wait."


Bobby let go of the ladder and looked up confused.


"The hammer, smartass."


His eyes followed Logan's arm pointing to the ground next to him saw the hammer and he wanted to kick himself. Taking the hammer with him he scrambled up the ladder almost tripping twice. The small balcony was cluttered with boards, various tools and empty beer cans. Logan took the hammer, his right eyebrow arching as he touched the metal part. Bobby didn't understand what he meant.


"What?" He asked bewildered.


"It's frozen."


Bobby felt his face redden. Again he had showed a lack of control in front of an instructor. Again he wanted to kick himself. Thankfully, Logan seemed to understand what was going on and didn't comment on it.


"Here. Hold this." Logan pushed a large piece of wood in his hands and directed it to the windowsill. "Keep it steady." Bobby complied, watching how Logan juggled with the hammer and several other tools in an attempt to attach it correctly. He wondered how Logan knew how to do this stuff; at home his dad usually called an expert to do these kinds of things. After a couple of minutes Logan nodded, satisfied with his handiwork, indicating Bobby could let go of it.


"Good, now the hard part. "He pointed at a huge wrapped glass window leaning against the wall. "I'll carry it; you guide it to these small grooves here. Ya gotta be very careful or it'll break."


He looked at Bobby intently.


"No icing either."


Bobby nodded. Logan cut away the plastic wrapping with a claw and then attached some weird looking things to the glass to help him pick it up. Bobby steered the glass the best he could towards the grooves in the windowsill.


They worked in silence except for Logan's short instructions every now and then. It took them for over an hour to put the entire window back together again. Somewhere along the way Bobby had taken off his shirt as well because of the sun burning on his back. Sweat was dripping from his forehead as they finally sat down to admire their work. He jumped when he felt something cold press into his arm. Logan snorted and handed him a can of beer.


"Here."


"Uh- Thanks." Bobby popped the can open and took a large gulp from the refreshing liquid. He hoped Scott didn't catch him drinking alcohol at this time of the day. The no alcohol policy of the institute was pretty strict and when infringed upon there was hell to pay. But then again, he was under supervision of an instructor, even if he wasn't completely sure if Logan qualified as an instructor at all.


"So, how're you and Rogue?"


Bobby promptly choked on his beer and managed to make a complete fool of himself once more, spluttering and stammering he croaked a feeble 'OK'.


Logan rolled his eyes and slapped him hard on the back. Bobby almost felt his ribs bruise and wondered if the feral even knew how strong he was.


"Dammit kid. Gonna live?"


Bobby nodded and coughed a few times. Once again it was quiet except for Bobby's irregular coughing. When his lungs had finally settled, Logan spoke again.


"Can't get her to shut up about ya half the time, bub. Guess she really likes ya."

Bobby's stomach fluttered and he looked up at Logan.


"Really?"


"Yeah."


Bobby looked at his feet and smiled softly. Logan had just given his approval of Bobby's relationship with Marie, even if he didn't say it with that many words.


They sat like that for a while enjoying the beer and the sun. After some time Logan cocked his head and seconds later professor Xavier appeared from around the corner. Bobby quickly hid his second can of beer behind his back. Logan, as cocky as ever, just kept it in front of him and took another long gulp for good measure.


"Gentlemen, I take it you succeeded in repairing the window?" Bobby nodded.


"Thank you, I appreciate it. It looks very good." Logan nodded curtly and Bobby beamed at the praise.


"Now, I wondered if you two are up for dinner. Ororo has cooked and I have to say it looks delicious." He turned around not waiting for an answer. "Oh, and Robert? Next time I see you drinking beer… there are still some file cabinets that need to be cleaned out."

Bobby blushed.


"Yes, Professor. I'm sorry sir. "


That night Bobby and Rogue were in the recreation room watching Lost and throwing popcorn at a sleeping Jubilee. Most of the students had already gone to bed and those that hadn't were on the second floor fighting over the new Playstation the professor had bought. Kitty had gone to bed early, shocking the others as she did.


"Geez, your shopping trips must be worse than a training session with Logan." Bobby snickered as a piece of popcorn got stuck in Jubilee's hair. Marie yawned and stretched widely.


"Ah told you you wouldn't be able to survive it." She grinned and patted his head.


"Hey! I worked my ass off today, remember? I can handle one of your sissy shopping trips!" He said pretending to be offended.


"Logan told me you did real good, sugah."


"He did?"


"Yeah." She paused. "He also told me you choked on your beer."


Bobby groaned and hid his face. That was just wonderful…


"Aww…ya big dork. I love ya, sugah."


Bobby just smiled and hugged her tightly. All was well with the world again.


End




I'd love to hear your thoughts on this one, especially because I hardly ever write movieverse.