Subject: Roomies, Part 2/2 Date: 22 Dec 1996 18:43:05 GMT From: dsrtnomad@aol.com (Dsrtnomad) Well, here's the rest. Enjoy! Disclaimer: It's not ours. Marvel, all our money goes to you anyway, so by suing us, you're only hurting yourself. :) Roomies A Story about Sex Queens and Ice Gods By Desert Nomad and Cobalt Sunrise Part 2 "Life is a highway, and I wanna drive it all night long..." "Gee, Em, you've got quite a voice." "Thank you, Bobby. It's actually your voice, thanks for the loan." "You're a lot more fun after three chocolate-creme filled donuts." "With sprinkles." "With sprinkles." Bobby shook his head. "You know, I don't think I'll ever be intimidated by you again." "You were intimidated by me?" "Wasn't that the idea behind the leather, whip, and ice queen persona?" "Well, yes..." Emma was having serious problems that this warm, funny man whose body she just happened to be sharing at the moment was once completely intimidated by her. "Em? Hello in me. Where'd you go?" "I'm right here, Bobby." "Whassup? You were almost, like, normal, there for a sec, then you just vanished." "Sorry. I just...miss my body." "What? You aren't happy here at Hotel Bobster?" "Three weeks." She sighed. "Aw, Em, come on. Think about all the fun we can have. Donuts, pizza, I bet you haven't had a hot fudge sundae since you were six..." "I was seven. My daddy took me into town and we sat in the soda shop and he let me order anything I wanted. I picked a hot fudge sundae with whipped cream and a cherry on top." "The last time your father took you out, you were seven?" "My father was a very busy man, who left me an obscene amount of money. I'm willing to forgive him." "I'm not." Bobby whipped the car around. "What are you doing?" Emma shrieked. "We're going into town for ice cream sundaes. You may have an obscene amount of money, but you don't have a clue what it's like for someone to care about you." Emma wrested control of his body away from Bobby and pulled the car over on the side of the road. "Do you?" "Do I what?" "Care about me? You just said you were going to do something because I don't know what it's like for someone to care for me." "Why don't you just look in my head and find out? It's not like you have too far to travel." She did. Her astral form stood in his mind, outwardly cool and confident, yet inwardly shaky and uncertain. "Over here." She turned to see Bobby's astral form leaning against a wall, holding an ice cream sundae. "I think this's for you." He handed her the astral sundae. She held it in her cupped hands, unsure whether to eat it or abandon it in favor of Bobby. "Eat up. We have all the time in the world." Out of nowhere, or his imagination, almost the same thing, he came up with a spoon, which he dipped in the ice cream and aimed toward her mouth. She accepted the spoon and sighed as she tasted the cold vanilla ice cream and warm fudge syrup. "I'm going to get fat because of you." "Next thing you know, you'll be giving up leather for aloha shirts." "Not likely, Bobby." "Oh, I don't know." He slid his hands over her elbows and pulled her close to him. The ice cream vanished from existance. Emma's hands were suddenly empty. She reached up to touch Bobby's unruly brown curls. "I think you'd look beautiful in purple palm trees." His hands brushed her silky blond hair behind her shoulders. "Of course, you'd be beautiful if you looked like Hank..." "Oh, stop it!" "No, really. Jubilee like, calls me everytime you do something human just because she can't believe it. I know the whole White Queen thing is just a big act." Emma's eyes filled with tears. No one had ever believed in her as totally as this man. There was no question in his mind that he was she was inherently good. "Maybe that's just what you want it to be," she countered. "Maybe that's what you want me to believe, because you're afraid of what you're feeling," Bobby told her, seriously. "That's absurd." "Prove it." Prove it? Emma stared into his warm blue eyes. She was wrapped up in his arms, running her fingers through his hair, and he wanted her to prove it. His arms tightened around her waist. She leaned her head against his chest. "Look at me, Em." She looked up. "Prove it." He leaned closer. And then, she knew. She knew exactly what she wanted to do. She tilted her head up to meet his, leaning closer to him. "Sir? Sir, are you all right?" "Huh?" Bobby and Emma looked up, back in Bobby's body. A policeman was shining a flashlight in their face. "Get that thing out of my face!" Emma grunted. "Sorry, sir. You weren't moving and..." "You want I should...?" Emma hissed under her breath. "No!" Bobby said. "What?" the confused policeman replied. "No, I'm fine. Sorry. I was on my way home to, um, visit my, um, parents. My engine overheated, so I pulled over to let it cool down. I guess I fell asleep." He rubbed his eyes for emphasis. The policeman looked satisfied. "You look like a nice kid. Go on home." He walked off. Bobby revved up the motor. "Guess we'd better head for home, huh?" "Guess so." The drove silently for a moment. "Bobby?" "Huh?" "About what, well, almost happened back there?" "Yeah?" "I can't." "Can't what? Fall for a joker like me?" "Prove it." "Pro--? Oh. That." He smiled inwardly. "Forget accounting, I could clean up as a psychiatrist." "I thought you said money wasn't important," she teased. "It's not. But it's nice." Bobby pulled the car into the driveway. "There. Scoot'll never miss it." "Won't he notice that he lost half a tank of gas?" "Not really. He notices, asks Jean if she's been driving his car again, she tells him he's nuts and doesn't remember the last time he filled the tank." He hopped out of the car, and walked in. To his absolute surprise, the lights were still on, and people were running around. "What's going on?" "Bobby, you little putz!" Betsy yelled, grabbing him by the arm. "Where have you been?" "Out." "Figures." Betsy dragged him to the infirmary. "What's goin' on?" Bobby asked, running to keep his arm from being jerked out of the socket. "Hank'll explain." She turned him over to Dr. McCoy as they reached the infirmary. "What's happening, Hank?" Bobby asked. Hank talked as he measured chemicals in a syringe. "Emma's been waking up. Which normally would've been great, if her mind was around to put back in her body..." "What?!" Emma yelled. "What happened to three weeks?" "You got lucky," Hank shrugged. "I guess the alien blast wasn't as permanent as we'd estimated." He rushed across the lab, and injected something in the arm of Emma's unconscious body. "I've been keeping you sedated until you two could get back here." "What would've happened if I'd woken up?" Hank thought for a minute. "It would have been bad." Emma stared down at her body through someone else's eyes. Her face was entirely serene, an expression she couldn't recall ever seeing on her own face. Hmmph. I almost look like a real person, she joked to herself. But to her surprise, it wasn't really all that funny. "Ready?" Jean said. Emma looked up. "Um, yeah. Bobby?" "I'm ready." All of a sudden, Bobby was suddenly alone in his head. He looked at Emma. Her eyelids fluttered for a second, then her body settled down again. Jean smiled. "There. All better." "Why isn't she up?" Bobby asked, concerned. "Oh, she's just sedated," Beast said. "She'll be up and about in an hour or two." "Oh. Okay." Emma Frost wasn't sure where she was, but she knew she was happy. She automatically performed a telepathic survey of her surroundings. She was in the infirmary of the X-Men's Westchester mansion. She opened her eyes and smiled at Bobby Drake, sitting beside her, holding her hand in both of his. "Hello, roomie," she said, softly. He grinned at her. His blue eyes twinkled under his mop of brown curls. "Hey, yourself," he answered, gently. "How're you feeling?" "I'm glad I'm back in my own body," she told him. "So am I," he answered, leaning toward her. "So am I." Comments, suggestions and emails are welcomed at dsrtnomad@aol.com Cobalt Sunrise can be reached there, too.