After the Apocalypse

Summary:
July 12 2014: Bobby and Nancy resume the date Illyana interrupted. Follow up scene to "An Apocalypse for Four Cellos."

Bobby's Flat, M-Town

An inexpensive flat, but well maintained, with a bedroom and a guest room that's been converted into an office, living area and kitchen. Bobby's done well enough but he is after all someone who just graduated from college.


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Mood Music:
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Having met Illyana only a couple times, really all Bobby knows about her is that one, she's a bit intimidating and two, Nancy considers her a friend. After Nancy was, literally, disappeared out of his car the only thing Bobby really could do was pick up dinner and head home. Since she's out with friends, odd or not, he's not too worried. Illyana was the one that came to him concerned about how Nancy had been acting when she zoned out after all. He does pick up some take out dinner so there'll be something when (and if) Nancy finally comes back. Is returned. However you want to put it.

It's later in the night now and he's broken out the milk and cocoa to make some hot chocolate as he catches up some lab paperwork with a movie for background noise.

*

After a very full night with Illyana and Jericho, Apocalyptica concert, wandering around the streets of Warsaw, and then finally tea at a quaint Russian tea house, Illyana finally deposits Nancy back home. Not her home. No. That would be boring. Nancy was supposed to go on a date with Bobby after all; it's where she stole her from, so why not give her back to Bobby? Nancy, still in her concert gear, her chest signed with the autographs of the artists, is deposited onto Bobby's bed.

As the portal winks out behind her, Nancy is looking up at the ceiling. "Yeah, don't think you're getting a show. It's just a date."

*

That voice. "Nancy?" There's a sound of someone coming in from the hallway and Bobby appears in the door. "Hey there you a-woah… um… nice look." Very Goth Also not what she had on when she left. "Are those… autographs on your…" Beat. "Um… Shirt?"

The ice nerd takes a moment to take her in and then crosses the room, putting his mug down and gives her a hug. "Did you have fun?" He asks with a smile.

*

Smiling as she sees Bobby, she looks down at herself and laughs. Yes, this outfit is so not what she was wearing. Knee high leather heels, leggings, skirt, and a couple of layers of tops, she looks very different. She looks down at her chest and laughs. "If you think that's a shirt, you need to get your eyes checked, Frosty." She gets up off the bed and gives Bobby a huge hug. "I had a blast. I don't know how she found out that my birthday was coming up, but it was great. She took me to see Apocalyptica. They're a cello rock band that I love. Super-hot Finnish men. Mmmm."

She looks around the room for a clock. "So, what time is it now? Illy was hopping us all over the place."

*

Bobby chuckles. He knows it's not but didn't want to say quite that. "It's a little after ten PM. Did you get to eat?" He's not really up on the cello rock music scene but it certainly sounds fun. He'll have to look 'me up.

"Apocalyptica? Nice." He holds her in the hug for a long moment and then lets go and draws her toward the door. "Where exactly were they?"

*

Nancy hugs Bobby, enjoying the closeness. "No, well, I had some tea so I didn't sound like I had swallowed glass. Illyana's words, not mine. I was a little hoarse. Still am. And now that the excitement is over, I'm starving! Is it too late for our date?" She heads out of the bedroom and looks about the apartment, nodding as she takes it in. "Nice place," she comments.

Sitting herself down, she starts to take off the boots, sighing with relief when she gets the heels off of her and wriggling her toes. "Well, I'm not entirely sure. I mean, it looked like Warsaw, but Apocalyptica isn't on tour right now, so I don't think it could have been. But we passed right by the Warsaw Philharmonic Hall, so… " She shrugs her shoulders. Magic is totally beyond her ken.

*

"Not too late at all. Got'cha some food, actually." Bobby says, leaving Nancy for a moment in the living room while he goes to get the takeout out of the 'fridge and heat it up. "Do you want the shrimp scampi or the steak?" He calls out as the sound of a microwave reheating recently made food fills the house along with the scent of food. Butter, blue cheese, mushrooms, bread, shrimp and linguine… a few more noises and he comes out with a pair of very full looking plates.

"Take your pick." He says with a smile.

*

Nancy inhales deeply of the food that is being reheated. It would probably smell even nicer when it was still hot the first time. She stretches out on the couch, tired. Her internal clock is telling her it is *way* passed midnight, but Illyana brought her back after only an hour away from when she 'kidnapped' her. She yawns and lazily watches Bobby in the kitchen.

As he brings the food over, she sits herself up to look at the food. "They both look yummy. Wanna split half and half? Or I could just eat them both and leave you to starve. You're pick."

*

Bobby grins. "Half and half it is. Lemme get you a drink." He disappears for a moment and then returns with two mugs of fresh hot chocolate. "There we go. All set."

Bobby sits down on the couch right next to Nancy, not worried about chilling her and takes a bite of shrimp. "So, wanna tell me about it?" He says with a grin. She looked all kinds of excited when she as telling him who Apocalyptica was just a couple minutes ago.

*

And as Nancy eats, she regales him with the details of the concert. The songs that were played, the dancing that was done, getting to see her Brother Wolf again, though she does seem a little disgusted at how close he was dancing with Illyana. Then the autographs, which she ponders just what to do with now. It's not like she can keep them where they are. She murrs happily over the food as she continues, the walk around Warsaw at night, the little tea house where no English was spoken at all and then dropped here. "Best birthday ever."

*

Bobby listens and nods and laughs a bit. Hearing about how Nancy had a lot of fun makes him smile and hearing her comments about 'Brother Wolf' - he has to clarify that this is 'Jer' - and Illyana make him laugh, though he pays attention. He's only really starting to meet the people who were in Nancy's life before he met her and it sounds like they're quite an interesting collection. When the food is done Bobby provides banana splits with Neapolitan ice cream, returning to his apparently favorite spot of lounging next to her.

"Sounds like you had quite a night. Twenty one should be a memorable one, anyway. When is your birthday anyway? We should do something for it, even if it's just your favorite cake." He says with a wink.

*

Nancy's pattern usually has her asleep by now and her body is telling her it's time. Of course, her pattern is already thrown off by food this late at night. She stifles another yawn and grins. "It's the 18th, so this Friday. And a cake would be … cool. Paul used to get me cupcakes for my birthday, because my mom gets a little… grumpy around my birthday. She likes to remind me that I'm devil spawn."

She leans against Bobby during dessert. "So… guess it's too late to go out for a movie. Got anything here?"

*

The movie Bobby had on has long since run its course, but he's got the usual options. A collection of DVD's and Netflix. "Well you are a little impish." He teases, slipping an arm around Nancy's shoulder. "But if you're devil spawn, you're the absolute best kind." The ice nerd gives Nancy a squeeze. "We'll make something."

"Now, as for movies, yeah. I have the usual options for that." He says with a grin, about to find out something else. "What kinds do you like?"

*

Nancy is just not ready to admit to her secret love of Disney. So, she tells him all her other movie loves. "I love horror movies. Lots of action is good too. Comedy is fun. Really, I'm good with just about everything." She pulls up her legs onto the couch, leaning on Bobby. "Make it something that you won't be too upset if I end up falling asleep cause… yeah, I'm pretty sure Illy messed with time."

*

Comedy and Action? "Secondhand Lions it is."

He hits the remote to bring it on, quite happy to be on the couch as they are. His arm tucks her quite securely against his side as the credits roll. "Sounds like it, if they weren't on tour and you saw them anyway. I guess the question is did you go forward or backward?

*

Nancy shrugs her shoulders. "I never asked. I figured that was safest for my brain. I mean, dealing with her dirty dancing with my foster brother was almost too much for my little brain to handle. Time travel… Well… it was a little chilly. I mean, I was so pumped from the dancing and the music that I didn't really feel it, but there was a definite chill in the air." She rests her head on his shoulder, her breathing starting to slow as she watches the movie, trying to keep her eyes open.

*

"Is he actually your foster brother? I've heard you call him something like that a few times. Or is it more like… Partisan is your mother?"

His eyes cut over from the screen down to Nancy for a moment, checking to see if she's still awake, and then back up. On nice thing about Nan's null field is he doesn't have to worry about holding the chill in when they're like this.

*

"Like the Partisan is my mom. Not really but… they've treated me more like family then my real ones ever did. Grandparents disowned my mom when she got pregnant out of wedlock. It didn't seem to matter to them that it was because she was raped. She shouldn't have gone to a frat party." She rolls her eyes. "Between religion, alcohol abuse and mental illness, my family is a mess."

*

"Family is where you find it." Bobby says quietly. He knows, since he hasn't had any contact with his own family since that night. He's never spoken of it, to anyone, but it seems reasonable to think that things did not go well between them, on that the worst night of his life.

"I'm glad some found you Nancy. You really do deserve to have people who will look out for you and take care of you."

He chuckles after a moment. "So, do I need to meet this guy? Is he going to want to grill me like Partisan? Or take me to some kind of army school?"

*

Nancy chuckles, her words slowing and slurring as she slips deeper and deeper into slumber. "You should totally meet him and… probably." One last yawn is all she can manage before she is out like a light. She didn't even get to see the action part of the movie."

The next morning, as Nancy starts to wake up, she opens her eyes and thinks how this is not her bed. Or her room. And there is an arm around her waist. She looks down quickly and sees that she is still wearing clothes from the night before. And there is Bobby, lying next to her, also fully clothed, and cuddling her as they slept. It's kinda cute. And sweet. And dammit, no! She slips out from the bed, grumbly. No no no. She is not going to let his naive country boy charm suck her in.

*

The grumbly, bare-foot stompy exit starts to pull Bobby from dreamland but it's not until she's down the hall that he's actually awake and moving. He comes out of the room and heads for the kitchen and the coffee maker. "Mornin' Nancy." He says with a smile and small yawn. "Coffee?" He knows how it usually takes her a cup and a lot of sugar to wake up.

*

Nancy is sitting on the couch, looking straight ahead at the dead TV. She grumbles at Bobby as he comes in and starts making coffee. Dammit again! He already seems to know her patterns. Okay, so the whole making Hank jealous thing did *not* work out. And now, there is a very sweet, kind, thoughtful, smart, funny… Nancy rubs at her temples. If she keeps thinking about all the nice things about Bobby, it's only going to make breaking up with him harder. But… does she lose him as a friend then? Cause that would suck. Dammit! Dammitdammitdammit! Rock. Hard place. Fabulous.

*

Bobby comes in with two cups, one strong and black the way he has to take his for it to work for him at all and one with cream and lots and lots of sugar. He sets Nancy's down on the coffee table near her and takes a long drink of his.

"Aaah… better. Hey. Why the long face?" He cants his head noting the sort of unusually grumbly cast of her countenance. "Did you not sleep well?"

*

Nancy picks up the mug of coffee and looks down into its … creamy depths? Cream in her coffee? Okay, so at least he doesn't know how she likes her coffee, that's a good thing, right. She takes a sip and starts to smile. At least it's sweet enough. She closes her eyes and makes a happy noise of appreciation for her morning libation.

"I slept fine. Till I woke up. You know, you're way too nice. You're like My Little Pony meets the Care Bears or something. You're so sweet, it's almost cavity inducing. Maybe that's why I am starting to like you. You're like a bloody lollipop."

*

Bobby smiles a bit. "Would it help if I were less so?" He teases. Too nice is not something he usually gets called. Too much of a practical joker, sometimes, but rarely too nice. He holds off on a couple of the obvious lolly jokes he could make in favor of leaning back and taking another drink of coffee. He's waking up too, now. Aaaaah. Wait… she doesn't like cream. Ah well.

*

Nancy just folds her legs under her, still wearing yesterday's concert outfit. Her make-up is smudged now, most of it likely on the pillow. She's like a cross between Alice Cooper and Tammy Faye Baker.

"Did you at least have that bag of my stuff? From the other night, when we met Partisan?" she mumbles, half bleary eyed.

*

Bobby smiles. "Yeah, it's in the closet. Hang on, I'll go get it for you." And with that he's up only to return a few minutes later with her bag. "Here. Go do whatever you need to." He says with a gentle smile. "I'm gonna make breakfast okay? French toast sound good?"

*

Taking the overnight bag in hand, Nancy takes a long swallow of her coffee before standing up. She takes a deep breath and nods. "Lots of syrup," she reminds him. "You know, if I keep waking up at your place, I'm gonna get a reputation."

*

Bobby laughs playfully. "Do you want a reputation?" The truth is everyone has a reputation good or bad. In a school like Xavier's it's hard not to have one. Even if you hide and never come out of your office - cough, Hank - you're still gonna have people talking about you.

Breakfast is not just French toast. It's French toast made from battered cinnamon roll slices. And, for Nancy, covered in syrup.

*

Nancy comes out of the shower looking much refreshed. She's switched her clothes to the simple shorts and t she had in the bag, brushed her hair and teeth and is make-up free at the moment. She also has a lolly in her mouth. Where does she squirrel those things? She is looking much more herself now though, even with the lack of make-up, bright eyed and bushy tailed and with that glimmer of sarcasm in her eyes.

"Oooooh! Love a guy that can cook. You'll have to teach me some day. All I can make is candy, cookies and sweet stuffs like that."

*

A plate of thick slices of gooey goodness gets set in front of Nancy, complete with butter and more syrup if she wants it. He sits down with a… less syrupy plate and starts to dig in. "Sure, most of what I make isn't hard to learn. Just, you know, stuff I learned so I didn't have to eat out of a can all the time. Got real tired of that at UCLA." He chuckles and scoots his chair a bit closer to hers.

*

Nancy can't help but smirk as he shuffles closer to her. She leans her hand in her palm, her elbow on the table and she gives him a look like he's just a big, adorable puppy that has just chewed on her shoe but is too cute to punish. She thinks about breaking up with him again. Didn't work so well last time she tried. She forks at her food, pushing it this way and that.

"So…. I'm not really used to this whole relationship thing. More a one night stand sorta girl. So… what are we? Is this a … thing? Are we like official or something? Should I be calling you my boyfriend? Cause frankly, this is confusing as hell." Sure, it was fine when Hank was the one squirming, but now that the shoe is on the other foot, she's finding it hard not to be extra snarky.

*

Bobby chuckles and takes a bite, watching her push her food about the plate. "Well… what do you want to be Nancy? I kind of like girlfriend but that sort of takes consent. I'm happy with just calling you Nancy, really." He winks. "Seems to work just fine to me while we were watching the movie last night."

Unlike Nancy Bobby does not derive special pleasure from watching someone squirm. Though it can be amusing. When it isn't someone you’re attached to.

*

Finally, Nancy starts to eat. It smells too good not to. "You know… you're right. We don't need to put a label on this if we're just happy spending time together. But… just cause I like you, don't think I'm not gonna kick your ass during sparring practice." She grows thoughtful, taking a few more bites of breakfast. "So, sorry about how hard Parti is training us. She does tend to drive people hard."

*

"If it means I can help, Nancy… it's fine. And please by all means, keep going on the sparring practice. Just know that I do learn every once in a while." Bobby gives Nancy a challenging wink. "Nancy, if she means something to you, how bad can she be, really? And she seemed nice enough at Dinner… though, I had to learn to not empty my plate so she wouldn't pile more on."

*

Nancy chuckles softly. "Yeah, you'll get used to Partisan. And she's not that bad, except when she's on a mission. Don't be fooled by how nice she can be when she's relaxing. When she's on a mission, you just thank you're lucky stars that she's on your side." She finally finishes breakfast and practically purrs with satisfaction.

*

"I'll keep that in mind. Frankly though I think the world needs scary people like that. There's a really famous quote 'People sleep peacefully in their beds at night because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf.' Something to that, you know? I used to think I knew how scary a place the world could be, and then you told me about how you wound up at the Institute. If it's gonna be scary, some of it might as well be scary on our side."

Bobby grins at Nan's purring. "That sounds adorable, by the way."

*

Nancy sticks her tongue at Bobby for calling her adorable. "Well, we're gonna help the others like me, get them out of where they are being held. And then… moving. But, don't think for a minute that me moving in with them means I don't wanna keep helping you guys over at the mansion."

*

"It's important and I don't think it'll be an issue. Heck, I don't live there full time either. Oh and you let me know if there's anything I can do to help those guys once we get them out, okay? If there was ever a time when it was important for people like us to stick with each other, this is it, don'tcha think?" Bobby seems quite serious about that, continuing to help out. Both because it's important and… possibly, because it's important to her.

*

Nancy smiles at him and his offer to help. "I'll likely move my mother in with us too. The house of broken minds. We'll put a sign up at the driveway." She reaches over and squeezes his hand, smiling. "Thank you. Seriously. Knowing that I won't have to do it alone… it means a lot to me."


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