Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Men, Marvel
does. I don't make any money from them, Marvel does.
Feedback is adored and very appreciated. I'd love to hear from you
Public criticism is equally wonderful, just as long as no one goes
straight for the throat.
I'd give this one a PG rating for mild cursing. It's only mild, though.
The Trouble with Triangles
"Mutant designate: Iceman. Your powers are compensated for.
This is a fight you cannot win."
"Fat chance, sleeze!" Bobby Drake super-cools the air around
the Prime Sentinel which has cornered him and Cecilia Reyes in an
alley. As he motions for the doctor to get behind the ice-shield he's
created, he concentrates and quickly forms a thick ice-sheath around
the Sentinel, attempting to freeze the bio-mechanical monster on a
As he prepares to make an ice-bridge that he can use to slide them
to friendlier territory, he finds that the Sentinel wasn't boasting
at all. He really can withstand the mutant power Iceman wields. In
a blaze of plasmic fire, the Sentinel erupts from his cocoon, sending
shrapnels of ice hurtling out in all directions. "Your exhibition
is fruitless, mutant. Soon your powers will be countermanded by all
of us. Soon you will be exterminated."
As shards of ice clink harmlessly to the ground around Dr. Reyes,
she screams at Bobby, "I thought you could handle this, Drake!
You said you were a super-hero..."
"I can! Just give me a second!"
"Get me out of here! Now!"
Bobby turns to look at Cecilia. While she tries her hardest to appear
angry with him, he can see the fear etched in her face. As she grits
her teeth and glares indignantly at him, he notices tears welling
in her eyes. She's scared out of her wits, yet wants to appear anything
but. As he quickly shifts his gaze back to the Sentinel, who is advancing
on them quickly and hurling pompous villain-esque threats as he does
so, he formulates a plan.
"So ice doesn't bother you, huh!?" he screams at the Prime
Sentinel. "Guess we'll just have to surrender to this poor excuse
for a Sentinel. Since when did they start making you guys so ugly,
"Idle insults and sarcasm will do you no good, Iceman,"
says the Sentinel in a menacing, inhuman voice. "Your time is
short. You should have surrendered yourself when you had the chance,
you ineffectual weakling!"
"Uh-huh. Who's the name-caller, now? I just wanted you close
enough so I could do this!" Bobby sends a stream of ice
shooting up to the roof of an adjacent building as the Sentinel looks
at him in confusion.
"Do what? Something completely unspectacular? You truly are
the least competent of all the X-Men."
The Sentinel continues to advance on their position, sheer joy radiating
from every bio-mechanically altered inch of him. Bobby blocks out
Cecilia's screams as he listens for the tell-tale creaking that means
his plan is successful. He smiles to himself as he hears the wrenching
of frozen metal overhead. Amid all his posturing, the Sentinel barely
notices the sound until it is too late and a small radio tower falls
directly on top of him, its steel piping puncturing his armor and
short-circuiting his vital functions.
Peering warily over his makeshift barricade, Bobby looks out at the
Sentinel, who is pinned to the pavement by the struts of the tower,
one of which is thrust awkwardly through his now blank face. Bobby
winces as he says to himself, "Eeew, gross. And I thought he
was ugly before."
Behind him, Cecilia stammers, "H-how did you d-do that?"
"Easy. While distracting him in my oh-so-charming manner, I
chilled the base of the tower so that the metal would be brittle.
Then I pushed it off with an ice blast, aiming it to where I thought
he would be oh... about eight seconds afterward." Smiling to
himself and shifting out of his ice-form, Bobby adds, "Ineffectual,
"But we should get out of here. I don't know if he has any buddies
coming or if he's got a back-up system. He might be back on-line soon."
Cecilia grabs Bobby's arm and says, "Before we go, I just want
to thank you. You've saved my life so many times today already."
Her voice suddenly deep and throaty, she continues, "You really
are my hero."
As she pulls Bobby close, he says confusedly, "Um. You're welcome?"
Cecilia puts a finger on his lips as she purrs seductively, "Shh.
No more talking..." Pulling Bobby's face down to meet hers, she
kisses him passionately and clutches him in a tight embrace. When
the kiss deepens, all of his confusion disappears and he is lost in
the adrenaline pulsing though his veins as his tongue eagerly meets
hers. As he feels her hands moving urgently over his body, he hears
a siren off in the distance. It begins to grow in intensity, yet he
doesn't want to lose this moment, this feeling. So he tries his best
to ignore it, until, until...
He wakes up.
Bobby slams his hand groggily on the alarm's off switch and rolls
back over in bed. Wiping the sleep from his eyes, he turns his head
to see the time...8:16 a.m. That means most of the house is already
awake. Tentatively sitting up, Bobby realizes he's got to move fast
if he wants to get some hot water for his shower. In the next room,
he can hear Sam Guthrie moving about. So he quickly grabs his bathrobe
and a towel and rushes as much as a person awake only forty seconds
can for the men's bathroom, narrowly beating Sam to the door.
As he brushes his teeth, he hears Sam pound on the door. "Come
on, Bobby! At least let me in for a sec."
Bobby attempts to ignore Sam as he thinks back on the dream that
was so rudely interrupted by his alarm clock. Relentless in his protests,
Sam continues to knock on the door as Bobby rinses the tooth-paste
from his mouth. "Don't you ignore me. Ah'm going to explode out
"Guthrie and his small bladder," Bobby mutters to himself
before he shouts at the door, "Go over to the women's dorm, Sam!
I'm sure it's empty right now." He's not really certain if it
will be, but with Ororo and Cecilia being the early risers they are
and Rogue sleeping in late all the time, he feels it's a safe bet.
There is the question of Marrow, though. He's not even sure if she
does bathe, much less in the women's dormitory. Regardless,
the suggestion gets Sam to leave him alone. If the younger X-Man is
lucky, he might even get an eyeful over in the other wing.
In the shower, Bobby yawns as the warm water starts to awaken him.
Lathering shampoo in his short hair, he once again thinks back to
his dream. That's the third one I've had like that this week...
Always this sort of knight-in-shining-armor motif and then. Well,
Bobby shuts the erotic thoughts of Cecilia out of his mind as he
remembers he's surely going to have to face her at some point in the
day. Though there's no telepath in the house after Jean's departure,
he still gets embarrassed having thoughts like that about someone
under the same roof. What he's more interested right now is why
he's having these thoughts.
As he steps out of the shower and towels himself dry, he thinks,
Face it Bobby, you have a crush... You tried to play it really
cool when you first met her, pull this whole 'I'm a super hero, aren't
you glad I saved your life' thing and it back-fired. She hated you...
or acted like she did. And when you actually kiss her, it even seemed
like she could've enjoyed it if she wasn't being stalked by a bunch
of Sentinels, and what do you say to her? 'Thanks, Doc. You do good
work.' I'm such an idiot!
Wrapping his towel around his waist, he stares at himself in the
mirror as he thinks, You really messed this one up. Now how are
you going to fix it? He groans to himself as he dries his hair
with the blow-dryer he brought from his parents' house. As the dryer
hums, he runs several scenarios through his head, from gifts of flowers
to a midnight serenade. None of them seem very appealing or effective.
Finally he decides just to ask her out.
He turns off the hair-dryer and begins to shave as he ponders his
decision. But I've asked her out before. Lots of times. She always
seems to have something to do. Maybe I haven't been direct enough?
Maybe she thinks I'm just being friendly? Either that or she hates
me. She hates me, I'm sure of it.
Engrossed in his thoughts, Bobby lets his razor slip and flinches
as it nicks his chin. "Dammit!" he says as he watches a
small droplet of blood form on his face. I just can't do anything
Glaring again at his reflection in the mirror, Bobby gives himself
the equivalent of a mental pep-talk. That attitude never gets you
anywhere, Bobby. You don't like how things are? Fine, change them.
You need to know if you have a chance with her. If you don't...then
you can move on. But you need to know -- and soon.
He finishes shaving quickly, blots the cut on his face with a piece
of tissue and then says to himself, "Now. While you still have
He grabs his things and rushes to his room, bumping into Sam along
the way, who calls out after him, "By the way, Bobby, it was
occupied! Ah'd probably be dead now if Marrow wasn't such an exhibitionist!"
Chuckling softly as he slams the door shut behind him, Bobby hangs
up his bathrobe and finds something to wear. He changes into a pair
of jeans and a t-shirt...the blue one Jean told him looks good with
his eyes. He wants to look casual, but not pajama casual as he usually
does this time of morning. After running a comb through his hair and
putting on his shoes, he goes back out the door and tries to figure
out where Cecilia will be. Knowing her, he figures she will be as
close to the coffee pot as she possibly can, which means the kitchen.
He bounds down the stairs, nearly tripping on the last one. He goes
straight for the kitchen and she's there. She's sitting at the table,
drinking a cup of coffee and reading over the morning paper. He remembers
the small piece of tissue stuck to his chin and removes it just as
she peers up over the paper and says casually, "'Morning, Drake."
He almost loses it right then and there. A lump forms in his throat
as he thinks of the appropriate rebuttal to such a statement... 'How
are you today, Cecilia?' 'My, you look beautiful this morning, Cecilia.'
'Take me to your leader, Cecilia.' 'Will you make love to me for hours
and hours and live with me forever, Cecilia?'... None of them seem
appropriate, so he merely says, "'Morning, Cece."
Nervously, he looks around the kitchen, hoping to look busy with
something while he plans his next move. He was expecting to find her
alone, but he sees Marrow next to the stove lazily scooping oatmeal
out of a bowl with her fingers, her hair still dripping wet from her
shower. Next to her is the coffee pot, filled with a concoction of
Cecilia's making. Bobby eyes the thick, black liquid and finds that
as the appropriate diversion. Besides, it might impress her.
Maneuvering his way to the coffee pot, he is stopped by Marrow. "What?
No good morning to the ugly one, Iceman? Where are your manners, up-worlder?"
As Bobby searches for a coffee mug, he says, "Sorry, Marrow.
Good morning. How's that?"
Sarah smiles to herself as she dips her fingers again into the oatmeal
and lifts a handful to her mouth. Speaking with her mouth full, she
says, "That'll do."
Squinting his eyes, Bobby looks at her for a moment, fully aware
that she is trying very hard to be as loathsome as possible. He then
says, "I thought you didn't eat anything you didn't kill yourself."
Grinning evilly at him, she says, "Who says I didn't? Maybe
I've sown some wild oats you don't know about, Pretty?"
Bobby snorts quietly to himself, amused with Marrow's version of
a joke and lets the subject rest as he pours his coffee. Glancing
over to where Cecilia is sitting, he looks at her cup and is glad
it's not completely black. He'd hate to try and stomach this stuff
with no cream, just to impress her.
After fixing his coffee, he sits down at the table across from her
and decides to play it casual until Marrow leaves, which he hopes
is soon. He's not too sure how good he'll be at engaging her in small
talk. "What'cha reading, Cece?"
"Sports section. Something about the Yankees."
Thrilled at the opportunity for a conversation, Bobby says, "I
didn't know you're a fan."
Cecilia goes back to drinking her coffee and reading the newspaper,
and Bobby is left staring at his cup when he would rather be staring
at her. He's already noticed how nice she looks this morning. The
green v-neck t-shirt she's wearing shows off her beautiful neck and
makes her dark skin look positively radiant. The fact that her hair
is pulled away from her face only adds to the effect.
Knowing he can't say any of the things he's thinking right now, he
takes a timid sip of his coffee and winces in shock as the very thick,
very bitter beverage hits his palate. The coffee is the strongest
he's ever tasted. It isn't bad, like Moira's. It's just the purest,
most coffee-like coffee he's ever had. He thinks to himself, I
don't see why she doesn't just eat the beans right out of the bag,
as he takes another painful sip.
As he places his cup down on the table, Cecilia notices the look
on his face that he's trying desperately to hide and says, "Careful,
Drake. That stuff will put hair on your chest."
Bobby smiles awkwardly, trying very hard to block the mental image
of a hairy-chested Cecilia out of his mind and knowing that such a
thought might not be very good for their relationship, no matter what
its incarnation. She notices the odd look on his face and says, "Don't
worry, Bobby. It's only an expression."
She moves the paper out of the way and says, looking down at the
part of her chest exposed by the low neck of her shirt, "See,
not a hair."
Bobby responds, "Um. Gee, guess you're right," and hopes
that he hasn't turned the shade of red he thinks he has. As Cecilia
turns her attention back to her paper, Bobby glances over at Marrow,
hoping that she is almost finished with her breakfast. She is still
busily eating and leers at him between bites. He realizes that she
isn't leaving the room anytime soon and that she's probably enjoying
the awkward scene taking place in front of her.
Beginning to think that his plan wasn't such a good idea, he considers
going to find Hank and talk to him about Cecilia. Besides Bobby, he's
the one in the mansion who knows her best. Maybe he could give him
some advice? He decides against it, however, reminding himself of
the promise he made upstairs. He is going to do this now, Marrow
"What are you doing tonight?"
"I dunno, probably crashing early or something. You know me."
Drumming his fingers nervously on the table in front of him and avoiding
eye-contact at all costs, he says, "Yeah. Well, um, I was wondering.
I was wondering if you'd like to go, um... I mean if you don't want
to, I'd understand."
Putting down her paper, Cecilia responds, "Understand what,
Angry at himself for stumbling over his words and being just plain
nervous, Bobby says absent-mindedly, "Why do you always call
me Drake? I do have a first name, you know?"
Cecilia glares at him as she says, "Yes, I know you have a first
name, thank-you. Now, what would you understand, Bobby?"
Dropping his head into his hands in frustration, he says, "Never
mind, it's silly. Just forget it."
Crossing her arms defiantly over her chest, she says, "No. I
won't forget it. Now spit it out."
Bobby groans as he responds defensively, "Don't talk to me like
I'm a kid!"
"Well, you're acting like one."
Getting up from his chair with the full intent of leaving the room
if the situation gets anymore unbearable, he stammers "Maybe
that's because I feel like one!"
"Why? Why are you being such a pain in the ass?"
"Because I'm nervous!"
"Why are you nervous, Bobby?"
Unable to bear the tension any longer and realizing that he's just
backed himself into a corner, he blurts out, "Because of you,
Cecilia sits dumbfounded as she asks, "Me?"
"Yeah, you! How you're sitting there with the light shining
on your face in just the perfect angle so that you look like a goddamned
angel! How you smell, how you smile, how you always know what you
want out of life, even if you can't have it...you try and make it
happen. And most of all how you have no idea how beautiful you are,
as a person, as a woman. Do you have any idea how nerve-wracking that
is?!" Bobby closes his eyes as he continues in a quieter tone,
"Look, you can just go ahead and bad-mouth me all you want. I'm
already embarrassing myself enough as it is, so a little more's not
going to hurt much."
He stops talking and stares at her as she sits quietly at the table.
After all his awkward blubbering and drama, he finally has the courage
to make eye-contact with her. The trouble is, she's not looking at
him. As Cecilia gazes blankly at the table in front of her, the only
sound in the room is made by Marrow, who is still noisily eating her
Finally, Cecilia looks up at him and sees that he's looking back.
She shifts her eyes down to her coffee cup and wraps her fingers tightly
around it as she says, "I'm not going to 'bad-mouth' you."
Bobby swallows hard as he says, "I'm sorry I said that. I shouldn't
Meeting his gaze and holding it, Cecilia remarks, "No, you shouldn't."
"You're right. So, even though I've made a big jerk out of myself
and everything, like I always seem to do, I'm still wondering if you
would like to go out with me tonight."
"Like a date?"
"Yeah. A date. Dinner, the works. Whatever you want. I'll even
dress up for you."
Bobby smiles a smile which Cecilia finds herself returning, despite
the awkwardness which still lingers in the room, and she says, "Sure.
Fighting the urge to jump into the air and proclaim to the world
what a lucky man he is, Bobby says,"Okay, then. I'll meet you
at six thirty in the foyer."
As Bobby walks out of the kitchen in an attempt to break the clumsy
cycle he and Cecilia have found themselves locked into, he says, "Ahem.
Well, I'll see you later then."
Cecilia watches him leave as she whispers to herself, "Yeah.
She sits a while without moving or speaking, completely awestruck
by what has just happened. As she stares absently out the kitchen
window, Marrow wanders toward the door and asks gruffly before leaving,
"So the healer's got a hot date tonight?"
"Yeah. I guess so, Marrow. Dios help me, I do."
- (biography) - (discussion)
- (stories) - (pictures)
- (links) - (updates)-