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John Allerdyce just won my heart in the movie so these four drabbles are about him. All of them are movieverse and all are rated PG.
The first is a conversation with Mystique told completely in dialogue.
“Mystique, can I ask you a personal question?”
“It depends on what it is.”
“Have you always been blue?”
“Why do you want to know?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never met anybody who was blue before.”
“Have you always been able to control fire?”
“Only since I was fourteen.”
“Then you have your answer.”
“So, you weren’t always blue?”
“Does it bother you sometimes? You know, being different?”
“Do you have to ask so many stupid questions?”
“Yes, sometimes it does bother me. Then sometimes I think being blue is beautiful.”
“Yeah, it is.”
The second is a Rogue/John piece.
She never notices me. Never sees me sitting in front of her, never pays attention to the fireballs I light. She doesn’t see the looks I sneak her way or how I try to catch her eyes. No, the only person she has eyes for is Bobby.
Hell, I’ll never let on that I’ve got a thing for her. I’ll hang out as the third wheel, pretending that I don’t care. I’ll toss out my snarky comments and play the bad boy. She’ll never know the difference, and I’ll keep it that way until maybe, someday, she’ll finally see me.
The third is seeing John through someone else's eyes.
Opening her eyes, she rolled over and studied the man lying next to her. He was still asleep, his chest rising and falling rhythmically. Carefully, she reached out and touched his soft brown hair.
She loved moments like this. Moments when it was just the two of them, and he would let her see the love in his bluish hazel eyes. To the rest of the world, he was as wild and untamable as the element he controlled. However, in the dark of night, he would lower his guard, and only she would know the real John Allerdyce.
And the fourth...Rogue/John/Bobby
“Ow! That hurts. Could you get off my back?” Bobby yelled.
John shook his head. “There’s no way I’m moving, man.”
“Will you two quit being such babies?” Rogue scolded, rolling her eyes. “I swear.”
“Hey, how come he gets to be on top?” Bobby complained.
“Because that’s where it landed, buddy,” John chuckled.
“Fine…Rogue, where do I move next?”
Sighing, Rogue picked up the card and spun the arrow. “Bobby, left hand…blue.”
Bobby groaned when he saw where the blue spot was. Right then, he promised himself that he would never play Twister with John and Rogue again.