Title: Fire and Ice
Disclaimer: I don’t own X-Men nor Buffy characters. Joss Whedon/Marvel comics make a lot more money from them than I do – fairly easy considering I don’t make any.
Note: Answer to Jinni’s poetry challenge. Takes place after the second movie and for the hell of it just pretend Rogue isn’t in a ‘relationship’ with everyone’s favourite Iceman.
Summary: When John deserts the woman who loves him, there is only one thing to do…cry.
Some say the world will end in fire;
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
-'Fire and Ice' by Robert Lee Frost
She wasn’t happy.
In fact she was bawling her eyes out, had been for the last half-hour. Professor Xavier had informed the teachers that there would be no need to go searching for her when she missed classes in the afternoon. He had also told them to not worry about the other student missing; he was with her.
In fact he was holding her tight, her sobs wracking his body and making him shake as much as she was.
The scene replayed in her mind over and over – Mr. Summers and Logan and Storm and Rogue and Bobby coming back…but she felt like screaming at them when she realised they were two down. Dr. Grey had been her one true confidant, even beyond a teacher/student relationship. She had felt like the best friend in the world.
St. John Allerdyce had been her world. Her life. Her existence was John. John was her and she was John. She had been only millimetres away from his fire and had trusted him not to burn her with it. She had never needed anything beyond John…his passion, his energy, he was the bright spark in her dreary existence.
And he was gone.
And she was still here.
And so was Bobby.
And she was holding him so tightly that if she had Slayer strength he would probably never be able to walk again. He wasn’t complaining…indeed, a few of the shakes came independently from his body. She glanced up at him and locked onto his ice-blue eyes. Ha. Ice.
He smiled sadly at her as a single tear froze on his cheek before vaporizing.
She pressed her lips to his cheek in a silent, chaste kiss. She felt him smile and she tucked her head back into his chest to cry some more.
Maybe one day she would get over John’s betrayal. One day she might move on. Maybe that one day she’d even start something with Bobby Drake.
But for now, Dawn Summers would have preferred fire over ice.