After a long Sunday of awkward conversations with my mum about how 'school' is going and a friendly, gossip-filled catch up with Sara, I finally crawl into bed with Scott. He takes me in his arms and kisses my hair, before telling me he loves me, and drifting into a deep sleep.
But I can't. Sleep seems to avoid me terribly. Why? Has what I did to Warren finally caught up with me? Or is the guilt and confusion surrounding my deep connection with John keeping rest out of reach? Last night I was so drained after meeting up with John that I passed out as soon as my head hit the pillow. But now I'm not tired. I've had a very relaxing, non-tiring day. The most stress I was put through today was having to awkwardly pass an evasive Jean in the hallway.
After tossing and turning for an hour or so, I give up. I slip out from under Scott's limp arm and sit up on the edge of the bed. I look back at the boy sleeping next to me. He looks so young, as the moonlight that seeps through the thin curtains illuminates the angles and contours of his face. I smile when I notice his glasses set awkwardly askew. I still don't understand why he won't take them off. They always either fall off or end up terribly twisted (and somehow not broken) by the morning. The strange angle of the glasses allows me a glimpse of one of Scott's shut eyes. He looks so relaxed, so peaceful. I stand and lean down to rectify the positioning of his glasses. He stirs slightly, murmuring something that resembles my name, but does not wake. I sigh lightly, before slipping on some jeans and leaving the room.
Soon, I am outside the mansion, in the cool night. It's not cold out, just refreshing. I wander around the garden before sitting on the stone ledge that surrounds the pool at the bottom of the water feature. Although the feature is turned off, the water in the pool still ripples with the breeze.
I lower my hand towards the water, retracting it quickly after a few seconds. I don't do water. Images flash up in my mind of that night when I was locked in that cube. I remember shouting and screaming for Scott to free me. The agony on his face was unforgettable, and how Warren tore himself free from his restraint for me. And how did I repay him for saving my life? By burning a hole through one of his limbs!
I let my hand descend again. This time I touch the water. I freeze, but do not pull back. Instead, I take a couple of seconds to compose myself, before drifting my fingers through the surface of the water in a figure of eight movement. I close my eyes and let my mind escape, feeling only the cool liquid on my fingertips.
"Can't sleep?" The voice behind me makes me gasp with surprise and pull my hand from the water and back to my body. However, it is the source of the voice that surprises me most.
"Bobby?" The shock is evident in my quiet voice.
"I'm sorry. Were you expecting Oprah?" He smiles, relaxing his body language. I laugh slightly.
"No offense, but you're kind of the last person from the team that I expected to talk to me." I confess, my laughter gone.
"I know it wasn't you," He says quietly as he sits beside me.
"What wasn't me?"
"The..." He stops, looking for the most fitting word. "Incident, with Warren."
"Oh, right." I look down, trying to hide the shame that claims my face at the mention of the event.
"I understand that it wasn't you that..." He pauses again. "Did that."
"Really?" I look up now. He trusts me?
"Yeah. I get that sometimes our powers get too much for us." He looks deep into my eyes and I feel his sincerity. "I don't see how anyone can blame you for what happened. I know I don't."
"You don't?" From his reaction when I entered the jet, I had assumed he thought I was a monster.
"No. I mean, I was scared at first. Of course I was; our powers clash at the best of times." I can't help but feel a jab of hurt at his true words. "But when we got back, I realized that the same thing could've happened to any of us."
"Yeah," I sigh. "I guess it could."
"Yeah." He echoes. "And plus, how could I not trust you when our leader does so wholly?"
"Scott..." His name passes my lips before I can stop it. I small smile tugs at the corners of my mouth.
"I know you guys don't always get along, but he wouldn't be half the amazing leader that he is, if you weren't behind him to catch him." I wonder temporarily how Bobby knows that mine and Scott's relationship hasn't always been easy, but then I remember that we haven't really been private about our debates.
"I do love him, Bobby. But so many things have gone wrong between us, I can't help but think maybe that's a sign we're just..." I take a deep breath before finishing my confession. "We're just not meant to be."
"Scott means a lot to me already. You both do. Don't you think that if I thought there was anything wrong with your relationship, I'd tell you?" He smiles softly, bringing up the familiar lump in my throat. I wrap my arms around him and pull him into a loving hug. Leaning my head atop his, I am silently thankful that he does not flinch when I touch him.
"Argh!" I laugh, feeling so stupid for allowing a tear to escape my eyes. I take a deep breath to suppress more from spilling out. "You are so wise for your age, frost boy."
We both laugh and a release him from my embrace. He stands slowly, before bending down to whisper gently in my ear.
"Don't let Scott get away from you. He needs you more than he lets on." He smiles and disappears back into the mansion. I let my hand fall into the water of the feature again, and look down at my reflection. I notice my ruby quarts pendant on my neck glinting in the moonlight. I let the smile steal my lips before retreating back into the institute. I slip quietly into bed and slip into a peaceful sleep, knowing that Scott rests soundly beside me.