Templum Bellonae

After Johnny comes back.

Bobby had learned that sleeping was a luxury, not a necessity, and he closed his eyes only to make his hearing sharper. Every creak was Johnny’s foot on the floorboards before he disappeared again, and every snuffled noise was St. John not saying goodbye.

In the morning, Bobby awoke first, opening his eyes only to make sure that St. John was still in his bed and hadn’t left in the middle of the night. He ignored the circles under his eyes and the worried looks of people who didn’t understand.

This was Bobby’s second chance. He wasn’t expecting a third.

There are a few more good X-Men stories over at zahra’s site, archived under ‘miscellaneous’. I really like the look of her site, too.

The Iceman Cometh: A Pyromaniac’s Love Story by Zahra