Fic: How to escape from prison in 210 days (part 3/5)
Title: How to escape from prison in 210 days ( part 3/5)
Author:
ms_jvh_shuh
Pairing: Bobby/St John
Rating: PG13
Summary: A few years after X3, Pyro has been imprisoned by the X-Men. For five days, he´s had to eat his lunch without Bobby. He´s a very unhappy prisoner.
Note I: Inspired by, though by no means fulfilling all requirements of, the post-X3 challenge
nightshade24 posted waaaay back.
Note II: Change of pace alert.
How to escape from prison in 210 Days
Alas! I lie, rage hath this error bred;
Love is not dead.
Love is not dead, but sleepeth
In her unmatchèd mind,
Where she his counsel keepeth,
Till due desert she find.
(From "A Litany" by Sir Philip Sidney)
Day 195
So there was a fight.
When Bobby finally does come, his head is bandaged and he looks absolutely terrible. Pyro takes in the black eye, the awkward movements, the scratches and swellings of various coloration. He fights, needs to be disappointed the Iceman didn´t sustain any more permanent injuries.
But --
One look beyond cuts and bruises, and St John knows that while Bobby hasn´t shown up for four days, it´s not because he lost interest, it´s because Pete and Kitty almost died.
Why are you here, St John doesn´t ask. Bobby doesn´t answer, Because you thought I´d given up.
There aren´t any words. If there was still a telepath alive upstairs, he or she could hear the conversation they have.
Bobby walks towards the cell and drops down heavily with his back against the bars.
St John stares.
There has been a fight, a vicious fight between the remnants of the X-Men and vengeful members of the Brotherhood. It´s not a hard guess, and he can tell by the shape of the scars on Bobby´s neck.
Bobby looks like he´s been in the medlab for at least 48 hours straight, has barely eaten and certainly not slept. Only now has he thought it safe enough to leave his mortally wounded teammates, friends. St John is sure that Hank told him to check on the children and then head straight to bed.
He should have done, Pyro´s not going anywhere. There´s neither a reason nor lack of time to check on John. Yet Bobby is here, he came downstairs the minute he could get away because he couldn´t have St John thinking what he thought.
Bobby´s head drops against the steel of the cell, and St John knows his eyes are closed. Pyro is thinking of a hundred ways to use the situation, thinking so hard he´s actually silent.
St John seats himself on the floor behind Bobby, on his side of the bars. Before he knows what he´s doing, his fingers have closed around Bobby´s shoulders and started kneading.
Bobby sighs, and St John feels the man who´s held him prisoner for 195 days relax into the touch. He doesn´t know what the hell he´s doing, but he doesn´t stop.
Pyro is screaming for St John to break Iceman´s neck, grab the keys, and get out. St John calmly thinks back that Bobby doesn´t have keys on him and dead Bobby couldn´t freeze keys if he had any.
Right now, escape is not what´s most important.
Bobby is here, with him, while the world is black and white and technically they are, they should be enemies. It´s a level of insanity or trust that was never before reached. He cannot come up with a poet to honour this, can´t think of one to do it justice.
Still not knowing what he´s doing, St John leans down and slowly presses his lips to Bobby´s shoulder, slides his hands around Bobby´s chest and pulls him into a backwards hug, resting his chin on the shoulder he just kissed.
Bobby doesn´t say anything, doesn´t question. He just snuggles closer, and after a moment, St John knows Bobby has fallen asleep.
***
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Bobby jolts awake, jumps up, looks at St John, panicked. His right hand clutches his pager, and he goes pale when he sees whoever (Hank?) it is. He´s at the door four seconds after the first beep, but he stops to look back at St John, determination there now as well as panic.
I don´t know when I´ll be back but I will,
and then Bobby is gone and all Pyro can do is try to figure out what the hell happened as St John paces across the cell again and again.
* * *
(IV) Interlude
Author:
ms_jvh_shuh
Pairing: Bobby/St John
Rating: PG13
Summary: A few years after X3, Pyro has been imprisoned by the X-Men. For five days, he´s had to eat his lunch without Bobby. He´s a very unhappy prisoner.
Note I: Inspired by, though by no means fulfilling all requirements of, the post-X3 challenge
nightshade24 posted waaaay back.
Note II: Change of pace alert.
How to escape from prison in 210 Days
Alas! I lie, rage hath this error bred;
Love is not dead.
Love is not dead, but sleepeth
In her unmatchèd mind,
Where she his counsel keepeth,
Till due desert she find.
(From "A Litany" by Sir Philip Sidney)
Day 195
So there was a fight.
When Bobby finally does come, his head is bandaged and he looks absolutely terrible. Pyro takes in the black eye, the awkward movements, the scratches and swellings of various coloration. He fights, needs to be disappointed the Iceman didn´t sustain any more permanent injuries.
But --
One look beyond cuts and bruises, and St John knows that while Bobby hasn´t shown up for four days, it´s not because he lost interest, it´s because Pete and Kitty almost died.
Why are you here, St John doesn´t ask. Bobby doesn´t answer, Because you thought I´d given up.
There aren´t any words. If there was still a telepath alive upstairs, he or she could hear the conversation they have.
Bobby walks towards the cell and drops down heavily with his back against the bars.
St John stares.
There has been a fight, a vicious fight between the remnants of the X-Men and vengeful members of the Brotherhood. It´s not a hard guess, and he can tell by the shape of the scars on Bobby´s neck.
Bobby looks like he´s been in the medlab for at least 48 hours straight, has barely eaten and certainly not slept. Only now has he thought it safe enough to leave his mortally wounded teammates, friends. St John is sure that Hank told him to check on the children and then head straight to bed.
He should have done, Pyro´s not going anywhere. There´s neither a reason nor lack of time to check on John. Yet Bobby is here, he came downstairs the minute he could get away because he couldn´t have St John thinking what he thought.
Bobby´s head drops against the steel of the cell, and St John knows his eyes are closed. Pyro is thinking of a hundred ways to use the situation, thinking so hard he´s actually silent.
St John seats himself on the floor behind Bobby, on his side of the bars. Before he knows what he´s doing, his fingers have closed around Bobby´s shoulders and started kneading.
Bobby sighs, and St John feels the man who´s held him prisoner for 195 days relax into the touch. He doesn´t know what the hell he´s doing, but he doesn´t stop.
Pyro is screaming for St John to break Iceman´s neck, grab the keys, and get out. St John calmly thinks back that Bobby doesn´t have keys on him and dead Bobby couldn´t freeze keys if he had any.
Right now, escape is not what´s most important.
Bobby is here, with him, while the world is black and white and technically they are, they should be enemies. It´s a level of insanity or trust that was never before reached. He cannot come up with a poet to honour this, can´t think of one to do it justice.
Still not knowing what he´s doing, St John leans down and slowly presses his lips to Bobby´s shoulder, slides his hands around Bobby´s chest and pulls him into a backwards hug, resting his chin on the shoulder he just kissed.
Bobby doesn´t say anything, doesn´t question. He just snuggles closer, and after a moment, St John knows Bobby has fallen asleep.
***
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Bobby jolts awake, jumps up, looks at St John, panicked. His right hand clutches his pager, and he goes pale when he sees whoever (Hank?) it is. He´s at the door four seconds after the first beep, but he stops to look back at St John, determination there now as well as panic.
I don´t know when I´ll be back but I will,
and then Bobby is gone and all Pyro can do is try to figure out what the hell happened as St John paces across the cell again and again.
* * *
(IV) Interlude