Series: Heroes and
Title: Bobby's world.
Pairing: Green Lantern/Iceman.
Rating: Slash m/m
Disc: yadda, yadda, yadda ... I do not own them.
Time line: For the sake of this story, because it would not
work otherwise, we ... the reader and writer, are going to happily
assume that a Marvel/DC crossover has yet to take place.
Beta reader: Mofalle, who is knee-deep in her new obsession
Gundam Wing. And jam-wired who kindly answered my plea.
Have you ever had the feeling your nightmare has become your reality?
One of my biggest fears is waking up to find myself the only X-man
in a world that had never heard the word mutant.
I went to the bank to pay some bills and take out some money.
The gang and I had planned on a quick side trip lasting at least three
days. I'd even convinced Hank to leave the dungeon and come with us.
We were going to have fun, a word rarely associated with the X-men.
Scott, Jean, Jubilee, Logan and even Remy, we were all going to act
like a big happy family and do the tourist thing. Grand Canyon, here
In the blink of an eye all that changed, and I lost everything.
At first I didn't really notice. I mean, here I was leaving the bank
when I heard the sound of thunder. I looked up, and instead of seeing
a cloudy sky, it was a clear day. Walking less than a block away from
the bank, that was when I noticed the sudden changes flickering back
and forth between my reality and this world. One moment there was
a car in front of me, the next a bike. When the flickering between
the different realities stopped, I found myself trapped in this unknown
At first I thought, Maybe I need glasses. Soon followed by, I
should've eaten more carrots. Then as I bumped into the hydrant that
had a moment before been across the street, the first thing to come
to mind was: I'm dying! After recovering from the pain, I rushed to
the phone to tell Beast about my condition, hoping that my suspected
brain tumor that was clouding my vision and creating hallucinations
could be cured quickly. After all, I still hadn't seen the Grand Canyon.
I had too much to live for.
But there was no Beast. No X-men. No mutants. Nothing. All that
existed was a normality that I found eerie.
At least I had four hundred bucks with me. From what I was able
to tell, the currency hadn't changed even if the politics had. I kept
thinking: Who is this Clinton fella? And how come there aren't any
anti-mutant demonstrators or Sentinels? Where is Apocalypse when you
need him? I mean somebody had to be the bogeyman, and I prefer one
I knew to a baddy I didn't know. Mind you this Lex Luther guy running
for President seemed to fit the bill.
Four days of wandering about, keeping out of sight, trying to
learn about my new world, fearing I would never get back home had
changed the fun-loving Bobby Drake. Hank would be so proud I had grown
up. Scott would be pleased his lectures had sunk in. Hell, Bishop
and Logan would've probably patted me on the head, surprised I still
had one. No, on second thought they would have growled and probably
smacked my back, making me trip. Yeah, I can see it now, "Bobby Drake,
the untapped potential slacker has developed instincts."
Bobby sighed deeply, trying to ignore the pessimism seeping through
his emotional armor. He had been talking to himself for the past day,
trying to get some reassurance to the changes he saw around him. It
had gotten to the point where he had even tried the "Dorothy-thing".
He had clicked his heels together, closed his eyes and chanted "There's
no place like home." Upon opening them, he had discovered nothing
had changed. Glancing down in disappointment, he had realized, How
could things change? After all, I am only a guy wearing running shoes.
He ran his hand through his darkish-blond hair, casting a weary glance
about him. Maybe everything had been a dream, he soberly thought.
Maybe what he thought had been his reality was the dream and not the
other way around. Since he'd been here, he had not changed into Iceman
for fear of testing out that theory and finding out the truth -- the
X-men were a figment of his active imagination.
He always knew reading all those comic books would one day get him
into trouble. Here was the proof. He was so absorbed in his own misery
that the sound of fighting did not register into his consciousness.
It was only when he saw a green streak of light on the clear blue
day that he turned towards the direction of the sound and ran towards
danger. Without any second thoughts, he turned into Iceman, freezing
his regular clothes off and revealing his costume underneath.
He iced his way to the commotion, and it took him only a glance to
decipher the situation. He quickly created a wall of ice, protecting
the pedestrians who were trying to look for cover. He then went into
battle, nary a thought to the danger he was entering into. As he hit
two gunmen with ice pellets, he noticed the spandex-clad man above
him. So that's where the green streak was coming from, he thought
as he continued to battle the gunmen.
The special protective gear the gunmen wore made it difficult for
Bobby to attack as effectively as he could have. He went forward,
disregarding the danger, even saving the masked hero when in mid flight
the man began falling to the ground. Bobby quickly rushed to his side,
grabbing him before he hit the pavement. He covered the man, using
his own body to shield the injured hero from enemy fire, allowing
him time to recuperate from the fall. It was on that moment that he
was hit, the blast working throughout his body as he shape shifted
between his ice and water form, remembering too late that there was
somebody standing unprotected behind him.
He stopped the bullet passing through his body just in time, but
the energy he had spent stopping it drained him, combined with the
stress of the past few days and lack of food, it was no wonder he
fainted. As Bobby lost consciousness and his body shape-shifted to
his human form, his last thoughts were, Who was that masked man?
At lunchtime, Oracle had called Kyle about a robbery taking place
several blocks away. He arrived to find himself outnumbered and fighting
gunmen wielding meta-human weapons. He called Oracle for backup and
waited, initially spending most of his time trying to protect the
civilians caught in the crossfire. Just as he was trying to make sure
the gunmen did not escape, he noticed an ice wall had appeared suddenly
out of nowhere, protecting a group of people hiding behind it. That
was when Kyle noticed the ice-clad figure fighting the men, hitting
them with rays of ice.
They both battled the men together, forming immediately a cohesive
group. He thanked his lucky stars that working and training with the
JLA members had helped him be better prepared with having someone
fight by his side. It was in one of those moments while in flight
that he lost his concentration and began falling to the ground. Midway
the ice figure caught him, shoved him out of the way and stepped in
front of him, protecting Kyle from the attack. As the man in front
of him continued to fight the gunmen, Kyle recuperated from the dizziness
of falling and being caught. Just as he was ready to again take flight,
the man in front of him was hit, and Kyle saw something he had never
seen before. The stranger in front of him shifted from ice to water
to ice, trying to stop the bullet from passing through him and hitting
This only took a few seconds, but for Kyle it was like watching a
slow-moving picture. The man fainted from the excursion, changing
back to his human form. He had tried to save Kyle's life. When the
shot was fired, the stranger had probably forgotten there was someone
behind him and shifted into a water form. When he'd remembered, he
had iced-up once again -- changing back and forth -- stopping the
bullet from hitting Kyle.
Kyle looked at the young man who lay at his feet. He was partly nude.
The only thing covering the man was the black spandex he wore and
its matching belt. The man looked badly injured. Kyle reached down
toward the stranger and with the use of his power ring, created a
blanket to cover the body. His hand brushed the man's forehead, pushing
aside the few strands of darkish-blond hair. There was a vulnerability
on the stranger's face that touched Kyle's very core. The cries of
help brought Kyle back to his situation. He pushed aside his question
to the stranger's identity as he got up to shot green rays at the
It was then that he saw a flash of red and knew his teammate had
arrived. Quickly they took everyone down, Kyle using his ring to create
a holding cell for the unarmed captives.
When things had slightly settled, Kyle returned to the stranger who
had helped him in battle. He kneeled down beside him and conjured
up an image of a floating stretcher. He could feel as the emerald
ring was powered and the stretcher he had conjured up in his mind
was solidified in front of him.
With that accomplished he turned to his teammate.
"What took you so long?" Kyle ranted to Wally, a.k.a. the Flash.
"Wow. Hold it a sec. I was on my way here when I noticed a train
derailment. I had to stop and help. I got here as soon as I could,
Kyle." Wally informed him, looking at the body lying on the green
stretcher. "Who's your friend?" Wally asked, titling his head, indicating
the man in the stretcher.
"I don't know. I turned around, and there he was helping people.
He's injured." Kyle told him with concern. He had checked the stranger.
The ring had detected no internal injuries but a possible concussion.
"We need to get him to JLA headquarters."
"Yeah ... take him to see J'onn. I'll contact the others and wait
for the cops to pick them up," Wally said, referring to the JLA members
and then pointing to the captives.
"Thanks." Kyle left quickly, worried about his patient and hoping
J'onn would tell him more about this stranger.
Oh, god. His body hurt and Bobby felt like he'd been shot. Oh, right,
he had been. He opened his eyes and then closed them immediately.
Note to self: cover your eyes first and then open them slowly.
He opened his eyes again, allowing them time to adjust to the blinding
"Hank?" Bobby called out, hoping to hear his friend respond. "Hank?"
He called again more desperately.
"Are you alright?" Bobby turned towards the voice. He found himself
looking at a young woman with long raven-black hair. She could rival
Jean and Ororo in the beauty department. Beautiful, he thought, and
he saw her blush slightly. He realized he must have said that aloud.
"Sorry," he told her, embarrassed at his faux pas.
"How are you feeling?" She asked him one more time.
"Stiff." Bobby told her and then blushed when he realized what he
said. Oh, god, if I continue with this she is going to believe
me to be a pervert. Just my luck, I meet an Angel, and in less than
ten seconds I am going to have her running in the opposite direction.
He heard her chuckle and again glanced at her, noting that she too
was wearing a costume. A nice looking bathing suit. Really nice. He
heard her cough, and again he blushed. "Sorry," he closed his eyes.
I so want to die. Hold that thought, he told himself, opening
his eyes again and glancing about. "Where am I? And who are you?"
"Do you remember what happened this afternoon?" she asked him gently.
"Yeah, I saw a masked guy shooting green rays. Why?" He asked her
"You saved him."
"Actually, I was looking to save the bystanders. He was just icing
on the cake. Friend of yours?" he asked her knowingly. Two could play
"Do you have a name?" she asked him, ignoring his question.
"Pretty-boy. Yours?" Remy would be proud, he thought. Thinking of
the X-men, he realized how great was his lose. He had no friends.
Not in this world.
The woman reached out to him. "My name is Diana."
"Bobby. Bobby Drake." He told her, welcoming the embrace. He missed
this. He missed his friends. Hank who would share Twinkies with him;
Scott who would lecture him for freezing his coffee; Logan who would
growl at him; Warren who was like an older brother to him; and Jean.
Especially Jean, who was like a mother-sister-friend all rolled into
one. He hadn't known how important they were to his life until he'd
lost them all.
"I know." Diana told him, and that was when he realized he'd been
crying silently. Had Bobby been more aware of his surroundings, he
would have questioned how she knew.
He pushed her away, got out of the bed and iced up. "Where am I?
And who are you really?" He again asked, looking about him. Bobby
tried to calm his racing heart. Four days of wandering about the city,
telling himself he was a loon, that he was delusional, only to discover
the truth. He was Bobby Drake, a.k.a. Iceman. If he had to blast his
way out of here he would. No more Mr. Nice Guy.
"Kal-El, I think its time," the woman in front of him said. The large
door opened to reveal more spandex-clad individuals. "It's alright,
Bobby. These are my friends."
He nodded at them, keeping his defensive posture. One of them stepped
forward and introduce himself.
"I'm Superman." Bobby looked at him, raising his eyebrow as though
to say Really.
Someone coughed and then the next person stepped forward. "Batman."
Those eyes glared at him, promising pain and dire retribution. Bobby
had never been happy to be at the receiving end of those types of
glares directed to him by Wolverine, Cable or Bishop, but they had
given him something important ... immunity. Intimidation be damned.
If he could survive his friends during their pissing contest and peacocking,
he could survive anything. The others stepped forward to introduced
"Oh, let me guess." Bobby interrupted them, looking at the red clad
man stretched in all directions. "Elasticman?"
"No. Plastic Man."
"Close enough," Bobby murmured thinking he had landed in OZ. He turned
to the woman in front of him and asked, "Princess?"
"Wonder Woman." she corrected him.
"My second guess." Bobby told them. It gets worse and worse, he thought.
"And I'm Green Lantern. I was the one who brought you here."
Oh, yeah. He had landed in Oz. He wondered when he woke up from this
dream if he would wake up screaming.
"This isn't a dream." The Martin man informed him.
Bobby stiffened up. Telepath.
"Yes. It's going to be alright," they tried to reassure him.
"You have been reading my mind?" Bobby asked, angry at himself for
letting his guard down. No wonder the woman had guessed his feelings.
She had been reading his mind all along.
"That's not polite. Not polite at all." Bobby shut down his emotions
and used the techniques Jean had taught him to mask his thoughts.
He sighed deeply, calming his spirit. He smiled shyly at them, stepped
forward as if to shake their hands but instead he created an ice wall,
quickly separating the woman from them and taking her with him.
Over the years, one thing he had learned from Jean's constant abductions,
aside from the need to put a tracer on her, was if one kidnapped the
female member, the male members fell apart. Maybe it was a macho thing,
but past experience taught him it would work. Instinctively, he knew
he would need this small time when the team was disoriented to make
his escape. It would have worked if it weren't for the fact that the
woman threw him across the room. Damn. Just his luck he'd kidnapped
Feeling the wall behind him, he slowly got up. Bobby looked around
for exit areas and seeing none, he lowered the temperature of the
room, encasing the floor in ice. They would fight on his terms. The
one named Batman threw a wing-shaped object at him which he quickly
froze in mid-flight. Bobby raised the temperature slightly when he
noticed a muscle bound hero use some kind of heat vision to break
the ice apart. Soon the area was encased in heavy fog, leaving them
all blind. Bobby used his awareness to their body heat to detect their
position and tried to attack each one of them separately.
He threw everything he had at them, knowing he was losing this battle.
They were too many. Moving too fast. Too strong. It was during this
fight that one of them fell upon the computer console. The ice that
hit the console short-circuited it, resulting in a small fire that
quickly engulf the individual.
Bobby heard the Martin's agonizing scream, and he quickly put the
fire engulfing the man out with ice that on impact changed into water.
Just as quickly, he was tackled from behind.
"You saved him?" Plastic Man asked him as he held him to the ground.
Eel had wrapped his arms around Bobby, keeping him in place while
the other Leaguers checked on J'onn.
"He was in pain..." Bobby told them quietly, trying to ignore the
part of him that screamed, You're an idiot! When would he learn?
First save thyself, then save the enemy. Logan's Lesson 101 in the
art of survival, and he had failed it. If there hadn't been any witnesses,
he would have smacked himself.
"We are not here to hurt you." Superman reassured him as he stood
"Then let me go." They released him, and he stood up, rubbing his
wrists. They trusted me? he thought warily. Looking about him, Bobby
realized he was out-powered. Again it was the young woman who approached
him, offering whatever comfort she could, and this time Bobby did
not underestimate her ability to take him down. He saw her teammates
move slightly as though to protect her from another kidnapping scene,
but Bobby knew he would not try that trick again.
He was tired. Tired of the confusion and loneliness. Tired of not
knowing what was going on. He could feel just at the back of his mind
a slight push. A telepathic link was being established between him
and the Martin. The emotions he felt coming from the Martin were not
intrusive. Instead he was being reassured that everything would be
alright. Okay, he might have miscalculated. He looked at them warily,
not knowing what to do but hoping maybe ... just maybe they'd help
him get back home.
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