Author: Pirate Turner
Summary: Bobby finally feels warm again.
Word Count: 422
Date Written: 2 September, 2010
Disclaimer: Robert "Bobby" "Iceman" Drake, Doctor Henry "Hank" "Beast" McCoy, Scott "Cyclops" "Cyke" Summers, and the X-Men are & TM Marvel comics, none of which are the author, and are used without permission. Everything else is & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
I've been so cold so long that I'd almost forgotten what it was like to feel warmth until today. Since Hank left the team, my heart, soul, and body, every inch of every part of me, have been colder than Antartica, the North Pole, Pluto - colder than anything even I've ever imagined. But he came home today at long last.
He took one look at me, whispered my name, and pulled me into a bone-crushing hug. He hasn't let go of me since; even now, as I write these words in the diary I've kept to try to hold on to my sanity while he's been gone, seeing what isn't out there in this world and learning yet again that this, being at home with his family who love him even if we don't all always know how to show it - like that damn Cyke, who convinced him to leave in the first place with his attitude (I swear one day I'm gonna really chill that dork out) -, is where he belongs.
When he touched me today, I felt the flame that's been missing in my life since he left light up again. When he wrapped me in his arms, hugged me, and kissed me, I finally felt warm again. It's only with Hank that I've ever felt warm and completed, ever really felt loved, and I know it's with him I belong. Unlike him, I don't need to wonder where I belong, and the next time he leaves the X-Men, and I know he will because he always leaves and always comes back, if there's any way in the world to pull it off, any way he'll let me, I'm going with him.
It's so good to finally feel warm again, finally have him home back in my arms where he belongs, finally know love once more. My heart no longer hurts, and it's not frozen any more. It hasn't been since he's been back, and it won't be as long as he stays with me, or lets me stay with him. I love him; he loves me. Whereever we are, wherever we go or end up, that's all that really matters. I love him, and with Hank, I am complete. Without him, though, my world's a frozen landscape, and I know no happiness, warmth, or love. There's no way he's getting away from me again. This time and forever more, I'm holding on to my warm, fuzzy, blue hunk, and I'm never letting him go ever again!