Fire Can't Love Ice

Summary: Bobby carried John out of the rubble of Alcatraz and saved his life. He tells John why he saved him but John doesn't feel the same way. Set after X3. Eventual Iceman/Pyro slash

Disclaimer: I don't own X-men. Plain and Simple.

Set after X3. Hope you like it. If you don't like Bobby/John slash then don't read it.

I'm so excited! I've been wanting to write an X-men fic for a while. Review and tell me what you think.

Chapter 1: Come Back

It was cold.

I blinked into consciousness, my mind foggy and my thoughts incoherent. Then slowly, one by one, the memories pieced together. Everything about the attack on Alcatraz, the X-men… Bobby.

I shivered and coughed. Why was it so cold?

My eyes snapped open. How was I still alive?

I was in my old room, the one I used to share with Bobby. I hadn't been there for a long time, but nothing had changed. All my old stuff was still there.

Even though I knew it wasn't true, a part of me hoped that it had all been a dream. I wished that this was just like every other night back then and I could just glance across the room and see Bobby tangled in his bed sheets as always. I used to watch his chest rise and fall as he was fast asleep.

I had missed that when I was in the Brotherhood.

"Finally awake?" an angelic voice whispered. I tensed and turned to look at the speaker.

Bobby leaned against the doorway, his normally bright face impassive.

"Why am I here?" I asked. Bobby shifted.

"After we won at Alcatraz, Professor Grey went ballistic. Everyone had to run for it before she uplifted the whole island… I couldn't just leave you there…" he explained. "I snuck you on the jet. No one knows you're here but me."

"Why?" I asked.

When we ran into each other at the cure center, I was sure he hated me. Why did he save me?

"Well, I was afraid the other X-men would make me leave you there. You are a traitor, you know," he said matter-of-factly.

"I meant… why did you save me?" Bobby got that distant look in his eyes again.

"That's what best friends do," he stated, as if it were obvious. I blinked.

"You still consider me your best friend?" Bobby hesitated, but nodded slowly.

"It's not the same without you, man." He paused and bit his lip. "Come back!" he blurted out suddenly. I shook my head.

"I can't, Bobby. Like you said: I'm a traitor. The X-men are my enemies, and Magneto-"

"Magneto has been cured," Bobby interrupted furiously, "along with over half of the Brotherhood. You have no where left to go, John!"

We were both silent. Bobby looked embarrassed by his sudden outburst and cleared his throat. He sat down on his own bed across from mine, sighing to calm down.

He looked at me with pleading eyes. "Stay here. I can convince them to let you stay. I'm already going to be in enough trouble as it is by bringing you here."

I moved to the edge of my bed so I was completely facing him and looked coldly into his eyes.

"You should have just left me then," I said angrily, my voice shaking.

"No, John, you don't understand. I couldn't let you die." I could hear the desperation in his voice. "I need you."

I didn't want to leave Bobby, he was the only thing I had left, but I still believed that I did the right thing by leaving for the Brotherhood that day. I couldn't stay here after everything I've done.

"I'm a traitor, Bobby. Forget about me. You can just make new friends to replace me. Ones that actually belong here."

"No one could replace you," he muttered.

I looked at him, surprised. I had no idea that he cared about me this much.

"You... you remember that time when we played a prank on Mr. Summers and he got so mad at us I thought his eyebeams would burn right through his glasses?" Bobby asked out of nowhere.

"Yeah, I remember," I said with a chuckle. "He made us scrub the whole mess with toothbrushes."

"And you remember our first fight?" Bobby asked quietly.

"Yeah," I answered. "I don't even remember that girl's name anymore. That fight was so pointless."

"And... you remember that night we got so drunk and just talked about everything?" Bobby sighed happily at the memory.

"...you got me to tell you things I've never told anyone else. I'll never forget," I said, closing my eyes and remembering that night with a small smile.

"I'll never forget either," said Bobby. There was a weird tone to his voice that I didn't understand. I looked up at him.

"Bobby, what are you bringing all this up f-?" Before I knew what was happening, he had leaned over and pressed our lips together.

I hadn't expected that, that's for damn sure.

Hesitantly, he cupped a hand around my face. I didn't kiss back, but I didn't exactly fight him off either.

Bobby pulled away, panting slightly, his face completely red with the thought of what just happened.

"I love you, John," he whispered.

I couldn't even move. I just stared at him.

"You're... gay?" I asked blankly, still processing what had just happened. Bobby fidgeted, awkwardly sitting back where he was before. I had never seen him so nervous.

"Bisexual," he corrected, not looking at me. "It took me a lot of time to figure out, but... yeah." I nodded idly. I could still feel the tingling on my lips where his were just a few seconds ago.

My mind was screaming, but for some reason I wasn't disgusted by him. Maybe...

No. What was I thinking?

"You know that I'm straight, right?" I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt at the words. Straight or not, X-man or not, he was still my best friend.

"I thought I was straight too until you came along," he muttered. It was like he was accusing me of something. I didn't know what to say.

We sat in silence.

"Listen, I'm sorry," he said, cutting into the silence, "but you were a better friend to me than you realize. I gave up on thoughts of us together long ago, John. That's the only reason I'm with Rogue." I interrupted him.

"I always wondered what you saw in her," I said, smirking. He rolled his eyes at me.

"She's a good friend and all, but… as much as I wanted to, I've never really liked her that way. Not like you." I awkwardly moved under his gaze. Sensing my discomfort, he looked away. "Sorry. I know you don't feel the same way. But…if you stay, I promise we can just forget the whole thing."

I don't want to forget.

"Alright," I whispered, pushing my weird thoughts aside, "I'll stay." Bobby smiled weakly.

"We still friends?" he asked hopefully.

"I wouldn't be here if we weren't." Bobby beamed at me, flashing me that huge smile I had always known him for.

"About the whole gay thing," I added, "sorry I don't feel the same way, but even if you start dating other guys, we'll still be friends. Maybe Piotr's interested," I joked. Bobby chuckled.

"I don't think that's a problem. I don't think I could just fall for someone else that easily," Bobby said, trying to mask the sadness in his voice.

I shook my head. Why did that idiot fall for someone like me? I sighed and hoped that he could move on to someone other than me soon.

Bobby wiped any sign of sadness of his face and grinned from ear to ear. "Anyway, I'm so glad you're back."

He's a complete idiot...

But he's a cute idiot.

…

I did not just think that.