Well, Hank's hopefully in the next movie and you
can't have Hank without Bobby! So, here's my version of their first
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Bobby and the Beast
The clock said 12:45 and I knew that I wasn't going to get to sleep
anytime soon. This used to happen to me a lot. Mostly my insomnia
had to do with worry over school, or when I found out I was a mutant.
I worry a lot for a guy my age. I don't as much anymore, not since
Professor Xavier asked me to come to his school. Only every once in
a while, I still can't sleep sometimes. I guess I worry about my parents
now that I'm away at school. It must have been one of those nights.
I decided that a glass of milk might help. My mom always seemed to
think that a glass of milk could fix anything.
"Mom, I'm failing history." "Have a glass of milk, dear."
"Mom, the kids at school make fun of me." "Honey, have a glass of
"Mom, I'm a mutant." "Here, dear, have some milk."
"Mom, the Earth is being sucked into a black hole." "Here's some
milk, sweetie. Want a cookie?" You get the picture.
Only, this was the first night that I was glad to have had insomnia.
That was because I was the only person to get to see him. At
the time, I didn't know what was going on. I knew that it was late
and that it seemed kind of strange that Dr. Jean, one of the nice
people that worked here, would be coming in at this time of night.
She wasn't alone. I quickly ducked into one of the dark doorways in
the adjacent halls because I didn't want to get caught after lights
out. What I saw surprised me. She was leading a large figure in a
big black cloak upstairs to one of the faculty bedrooms.
The cloak wasn't surprising. I'd heard about a lot of obvious mutants
that took such precautions to keep from being recognized as one. What
I didn't understand is why someone would want to hide themselves when
they knew they were in a place just for mutants.
I quietly followed them upstairs, my quest for milk forgotten with
my curiosity. The figure set down his two large suitcases as Dr. Jean
opened the door to show him the room. They were speaking very quietly
and I couldn't make out a thing. It was when the figure bent down
to pick up his suitcases that I saw. His hands were huge. They had
claws for nails, but what was really shocking was the dark fur that
covered them completely. I couldn't really tell in the soft lights
of the hall but the fur appeared to be ... blue?
I silently ducked back around the corner and leaned up against the
wall. The cloak, the size, the hands, they all made me think of an
old TV show that my mom used to watch. It had Linda Hamilton in it.
It was really sappy but the main guy looked kind of cool with that
lion make-up. The title filtered back into my mind as I remembered,
Beauty and the Beast. It looked as though we had our own Beast now
I turned back into the main hall to go to bed when I ran right into
a very unhappy looking Dr. Jean Grey.
"Bobby Drake, what are you doing up this time of night and sneaking
around, no less?"
"I was just going to get some milk, Dr. Grey." I looked back towards
the Beast's door. (I couldn't help but think of him as that.) "I saw
you and I was worried. I wanted to make sure you were all right."
"I'm perfectly fine, Bobby, now get to bed." I turned back towards
the boy's hall without an argument. She stopped me before I even took
"Oh, and Bobby, please keep what you saw between the two of us, okay?"
"I'll talk to you about it tomorrow."
"Yes, ma'am." I went back to my room confused and positive that I
wouldn't sleep a wink.
The next morning during Mr. Summer's history class, Dr. Jean stepped
in and asked me to come with her to the Professor's office. Jubilation,
who prefers to be called Jubilee, did a quick "oooh." John, who I
jokingly call Pyro because of his powers, felt the need to speak up.
"What'd ya do now, Snowflake?"
"Nothin', " I replied softly, knowing full well what the Prof and
Doc wanted to talk to me about.
"Leave him alone, John," Rogue spoke up in my defense. I was glad
that we were still getting along. After Mystique had said those awful
things to her using my face and voice, I figured she'd never speak
to me again. When the X-Men brought her back, after Magneto had nearly
killed her, we had a long talk. We worked everything out. Of course,
after the talk she had slapped me on the back and complained about
needing a beer, but I'm pretty sure that was Wolverine talking. That
took some getting used to. Her acting like Mr. Logan was kind of weird.
So, Dr. Jean led me to Professor Xavier's office. I had at least
one class a day in there with him, but seeing him alone still unnerved
me. The Professor is nice and all, it wasn't that. It's just he can
read minds and I feel sort of strange because most of the time I'm
not thinking about anything. I wonder what he thinks about that? I
wonder if he thinks I'm dumb or something.
"Ah, Bobby," he said wheeling his chair around the desk to sit next
to Dr. Jean and me. "I heard that you encountered our visitor last
"Yes, sir. I didn't mean to. I just wanted to make sure that Dr.
Grey was all right. It was pretty late, sir." It sounded stupid the
moment it left my mouth. Dr. Jean was an X-Man. She has really awesome
telek ... whatever you call it. The last thing she needed was me trying
to save her. She's just so pretty that sometimes I forget she could
beat me up one side of the Empire State Building and down the other
if she wanted to. I saw the Professor and Dr. Jean exchange an amused
look. Great, they probably thought I was an idiot.
"It's all right, Robert. It's just that our visitor doesn't want
to be disturbed. He'd rather not let the other children know he's
"Why? Who is he?"
Dr. Grey answered, "His name is Dr. Henry McCoy. He's a geneticist
that specializes in mutants. He came here to work on a study with
me. I know that you can keep this a secret. Can you do that for me,
"Yes, ma'am. He's a mutant like us, isn't he?"
The Professor nodded, "Yes."
After they were convinced that I wasn't going to tell the other kids,
they told me I could go back to class. I had a million questions,
but I knew that it would probably be better to ask Dr. Jean later.
The last thing I wanted was Professor Xavier to think I was nosey.
I was nosey, of course, but I'd rather have Dr. Grey know it than
The next few days were pretty normal. I noticed Dr. Jean taking trays
of food from the cafeteria after she ate. I knew where the trays were
going. I didn't have a chance to really go to her and ask her about
the Beast, I mean Dr. McCoy. (I just couldn't get that image from
the TV show out of my mind.) I was going nuts. I wanted to know more
about this strange Doctor.
My chance came almost a week later. I was having trouble with my
history paper. I hated history. At dinner I saw that Mr. Summers was
finished eating, he was watching the students and just relaxing a
bit. Since he taught my history class I thought it was a good time
to ask for some help. It seems like Mr. Summers is always bending
over backwards for the students.
I really like him a lot. If I had an older brother, I'd want him
to be just like Scott, er ... Mr. Summers.
He was all too happy for me to join him. I was asking him some questions
about my paper when Dr. Grey walked up.
"Hi, Bobby. Scott, Ororo and I are supposed to leave now for our
trip into town with the Professor. Could you take Hank's dinner to
"Well, Jean, I'm almost late for class as it is. Where's Logan, maybe
he can take it?"
I knew that Mr. Summers didn't like Mr. Logan. Jubilee said it's
because Jean has the hots for him. I didn't really believe that Dr.
Grey could like anyone as gruff as him. Rogue said he's okay, but
he's never been nice to me and I've tried.
"I have no idea. You know how he is. He could be anywhere."
"I can take it, Dr. Grey. I'm done with classes today."
"I don't know, Bobby. Dr. McCoy is very private. He might not like
"He's got to eat, doesn't he? If he won't let me give him the tray,
I'll just leave it by his door."
Scott spoke up, "Well, he's the only other person that knows, so
it doesn't look like we have much of a choice. I'd better get to class."
"Yes, Ororo and the Professor are waiting on my in the car."
"Don't worry, Dr. Grey. I won't let you down." She gave me a warm
smile and I almost melted, no pun intended.
Early evening is free time. Most of the kids hang out or do homework
after dinner. With most of the students downstairs and all of the
faculty elsewhere, the hall was pretty much deserted.
I went to the Doctor's door and knocked. A very deep, throaty "who's
there" came from the other side after a moment.
"Bobby Drake. Dr. Grey sent me with your dinner. She had to go somewhere
with Professor Xavier."
There was silence from the other side. Finally, I heard a curt "leave
it by the door."
"It'll get cold," I said not expecting and answer. I waited a bit,
but there was no noise or sign the door in front of me would open.
I sighed in defeat and bent down to set the tray on the floor. As
I did so, the light under the door went out. I was disappointed until
I heard the knob turn. I stood back up with the tray still in my hands.
The door opened and I saw nothing but darkness.
"Bring it in and set it on the bed," that deep baritone asked form
behind the door.
"Oh-kay," I said stepping into the pitch-black room. The door closed
partially behind me causing it to get even darker.
"Dr. McCoy, I can't even see the bed much less set this on it."
"Two small steps in front of you and one foot down."
So he could see in the dark. I wondered what else the mysterious
Beast could do.
"Can't you just turn on the light."
There was a pause. "I don't wish to startle you. It's best this way."
"Heh, you obviously don't know who you're talking to. I'm a member
of the horror movie generation. I'm desensitized."
I still didn't move towards the bed. I heard a deep-exasperated sigh
behind me. The door clicked shut and finally, the light was turned
on. I stepped forward and set the tray on the bed. Slowly, I turned
His hairy ape-like arms were crossed over his huge barrel chest.
He was very ape-like except for his hands and face that were more
werewolf-like. He was apparently covered head to foot in a dark blue
colored fur. Perched on his nose were some very thin wire frame glasses
that looked ridiculously dainty compared to the rest of him. His large
feet were bare and I could imagine that he'd have a hard time finding
After I looked him up and down, I smirked.
"Well that's kind of a let down."
"You built it up so much I expected something with more mucus or
kinda black plague like. Instead, you're more or less a giant Cookie
He squinted his blue eyes at me. They were a much darker blue than
"Are you quite finished? You can go now."
I ignored his dismissal and held out my hand.
"I'm Bobby Drake."
"Are all the students at this facility as impetuous as you are?"
"No, I pretty much have the corner market on that."
"You must be the sneaky student that Jean told me about. The one
from the night I arrived."
"Guilty." He still hadn't shaken my hand so I let it drop to my side
and began to look around the room.
"I do hope that you don't plan staying here all evening."
There were a lot of books lying around. I started reading some of
the titles as I replied. "I thought I'd wait until you were done and
take the tray back. Personally, I hate eating alone."
"Funny, it's something that I would enjoy right about now." He must
have realized that I wasn't going to budge until he was done eating.
He gave another one of those exasperated sighs and settled on the
bed next to the tray.
"I snagged you an extra brownie. I figured you being such a big guy
and all, you wouldn't mind," I said still reading book titles, or
trying to at any rate. Some of them had words so big in the title,
I nearly went cross eyed trying to read them.
"Thank you, but I only eat cookies," he replied giving me a sour
look. On his face it looked sort of funny. I gave him my best smile.
"So you do genetics, right? That's what Dr. Jean said."
"You're working on something with her?"
Man, he was harder to talk to than Mr. Logan. Maybe he just didn't
like teenagers. One of the books caught my eye.
"Hey this book is about the Mayans."
"Don't touch that please," he said and took another bite of his mashed
"It's just I have to do this stupid paper comparing Mayan scientific
achievements to Egyptian ones for Mr. Summers' history class. I hate
"George Santayana once said, 'Those who cannot remember the past
are condemned to repeat it.'"
"I know what he means. I'll probably be repeating it next semester
at this rate."
For the first time since I knocked on his door, Dr. McCoy actually
smiled. "I don't think that's exactly what he meant."
"I just wish it was something easy like math. You know, where you
can figure it out. History's just remembering stuff. It's boring."
"Some people would say that math was boring."
"Yeah, Jubilee, she goes here, she has a really hard time with math.
I help her out some."
"Then if you like math so much, why don't you do your paper about
"But it has to be about history."
"The Mayans and Egyptians had some of the most advanced mathematical
systems. They understood basic geometry and trigonometry years before
any other culture could even dream about it. How do you think they
built all those pyramids?"
"Really?" I asked sitting on the foot of his bed. He put down his
fork and reached out taking the book from my hands. I watched him
open it and flip through a few chapters. Finally, he handed it back
"All that you need to know about Mayan mathematics is in that chapter.
You'll have to find the Egyptian equivalent on your own. They surpassed
even the Mayans."
"You mean I can borrow your book?"
"If you promise to take care of it. It's a first edition. I know
A glint on the nightstand caught my eye. It was a photo of a brown
haired man in glasses standing between an older couple.
"Who's that?" I asked.
"My parents and I," he answered laying the picture down on its face
where I couldn't see it.
"Taken before your mutation, huh?"
"No, it was taken last year."
I could tell that something had upset him. The smart voice in the
back of my head screamed at me not to ask why he looked different
now. For a moment, we had actually been getting along. Then I blew
it. He had gone back to eating his food and ignoring me. I don't know
why but I just started talking.
"I was thirteen. I really liked Tracy, this girl in my class. She'd
been dating Paul, this jerk of a bully. Anyway, one day I asked her
if she wanted to go to the mall with me since the class was talking
about how her and Paul had broken up. She actually said yes! I couldn't
believe it! Turns out she just wanted to make Paul jealous, but I
was too happy to see that, you know?
"So Tracy and I get dropped off at the mall by her dad. We walked
around for a little while and then decided to get something to eat.
The mall was two stories and the food court was on the top floor.
We sat next to one of the glass railings so we could watch all the
people down below. I hadn't even taken a bite of my cheeseburger when
Paul showed up with a bunch of his buddies. He started harassing us.
Tracy actually looked happy because he was jealous. He pulled me out
of my chair and starting shoving me and threatening to beat me up.
"I kept wondering where the security guards were. Normally, you can't
even walk into the mall without them telling you not to loiter. There
wasn't one in sight.
"Paul kept shoving me. He'd moved around to where I'd been sitting
against the glass railing. To this day, I still don't know exactly
what happened. I just know that I tried to shove him back and there
was this pillar of ice in front of me. I didn't know where it came
from. Tracy was screaming and looking down over the broken railing.
My powers had kicked in and I'd knocked him off the second floor.
"All of the sudden, a security guard was putting me in handcuffs.
I tried to talk to Tracy, but she called me a freak and ran downstairs
to Paul. He'd broken his right leg in three places, dislocated his
shoulder and his back was really messed up. I heard that he was in
traction for four weeks. That was my first date.
"There was a trial. I was a minor so I only talked to the judge.
The mall had videotape of the whole thing so it was ruled an accident.
My parents got the brunt of it. I was asked not to come back to school.
I couldn't go outside because people kept throwing rocks and bricks
at our house. That's when the Professor and Mr. Summers showed up.
I was so ready to leave by then that I packed that night. My parents
had to move later because people actually started shooting at my house.
They live pretty close now, so I get to see them on the weekends.
Mr. Summers drives me over. He even said since I have my permit now
that he'd let me drive this weekend."
I hadn't looked up since I started talking. Eventually, I looked
up at Dr. McCoy. He had the saddest look in his eyes.
Very ashamed, I said, "I don't know why I told you all of that. I
don't think I've told even one of the kids here."
"Have you ever been on another date?" he asked quietly.
I shook my head. "I'm not very good with girls. They just want to
be my friend or something."
The knock at the door startled us both. It was Mr. Summers. I was
surprised that we'd been talking for a couple of hours.
"You're not still bothering Dr. McCoy are you, Bobby?"
"I'm sorry, sir." I replied getting up to leave.
"He's all right, Scott."
"That's okay, Dr. McCoy. I'd better go start on my paper anyway."
I held up his book and headed for the door. Scott moved out of the
I heard Dr. McCoy speak, "Bobby?"
I smiled, "Sure, Hank. I'll bring your book back tomorrow."
The End... :)
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