Hi guys! This is my first story on , so sorry if it's not that good. I would love some constructive criticism, though! This story is set in Evolution, but it's pretty AU. Rogue wasn't adopted by Mystique, she didn't spend her whole childhood in Mississippi, and Gambit isn't necessarily part of the Acolytes. Also, this is set just after the new recruits join. Ages are a little different as well. Please let me know your honest opinion! Love to all of y'all!
"No!" Mystique wailed as she watched the form of her son, her beautiful baby boy, slip quite literally through her fingers and fall into the water below. She collapsed on the bridge, her knees no longer able to support her as she mourned the loss of yet another one of her children. She glared up at the cloaked man before her, the pain in her heart almost unbearable.
"Why?" She whimpered tearfully, defeated. "Why did you have to take away his normalcy?" She spat, her anger mounting to a crescendo. The figure said nothing.
"Was this because you were jealous? Jealous that I had moved on? I gave you two children, and let's not forget that they don't even know who I am, and all that you can do is destroy my son's life? He is going to be treated like a monster! He's blue, and furry, and missing fingers! And I love him, so, so much, but nobody else is going to treat him normally! Is this how you will continue to hurt me and my children?"
Magneto did not even twitch.
"My children -" Mystique gasped. She scrambled to her feet, her instincts as a mother forcing her to move forward, forcing her to make sure that all her babies were safe. "Anna - what have you done with Anna?" Did you experiment on her too?"
Finally, Magneto answered her. "Yes."
Mystique seemed not to know how to react to this piece of information. She was relieved that her youngest child was in the picture, but who could tell how the experiments could have affected her. "Well? How is she?"
"She did not survive the tests."
And with that, Mystique's world crumbled. She let out a mighty wail and followed her son into the water, transforming into a small shark in order to better smell her baby boy. She could not think of her daughter. All thought's of her baby girl were pushed from her mind as her instincts kicked in and she located the last surviving of her children.
"Rogue! Rogue! Wake up!"
She came to, flailing and fumbling until finally she oriented herself. She felt a strange sense of deja vu, noticing all the concerned faces around her bed. The New Recruits were at the doorway, having never seen one of Rogue's episodes, while Beast was watching over them. Her closer friends were by her side; Kitty, who had phased half through the floor in fear, Wolverine, who had his claws out in case of a threat, Evan, who was pacing around, not knowing what to do, Jean, who had said her name, Scott, who was standing at her shoulder, shaking her, the Professor, his hands at his head in a futile attempt to get into her head, Storm, who had accidentally created a strong wind in her concern, Kurt...
"Argh!" She screamed again, looking at Kurt. Immediately, every one of the older X-men looked between the two, remembering what happened the last time Rogue was plagued by Mystique's memories.
"Ja, vhat happened?" Kurt asked urgently, moving closer to the Southerner's side. Rogue shook her head silently.
"Ah - Ah can't tell yah. It would break your heart, Kurt. Trust meh." Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Beast herd the New Recruits back to their own rooms. She was grateful. It meant there would be less of an audience.
"But Rogue, I need to know! Vhy don't you understand, zhis is my family vhe are discussing, is it not?" Kurt was positive that it was Mystique's memories again.
Rogue, do you need me, Wolverine or Storm anymore? I have a feeling that you might be more comfortable with your friends, and not adults.
Rogue flinched unconsciously at the unfamiliar voice. Shaking her head, she said aloud, "Yeah, Prof, Ah'm fahne now." The Professor nodded, and motioned for the other two to leave. They did, with a parting stroke of Rogue's hair from Storm and a gruff 'goodnight' from Wolverine. Now the friends assembled, Rogue sitting on her bed, still covered head to toe in clothing to prevent any unfortunate accidents. Kitty phased her own bed closer to Rogue's and got in. Jean and Scott joined Kitty, the two of them sitting on the edge of her bed. Spyke sat on the floor, leaning against the wall, and Kurt sat on the edge of Rogue's bed, not wanting to miss a single word.
"Vell?" Kurt said, unable to bear the suspension. "Vhat do you know?"
"Ah already told yah, Kurt, Ah don't think yah wanna know!"
"Vell, zhat's for me to decide, isn't it?" Kurt shot back, glaring at the girl. Jean decided to speak up.
"Rogue, we all know that you're just trying to be a good friend, but Kurt does deserve to know, especially if it has to do with Mystique."
"Jean's right," Scott said predictably, "You need to tell us, Rogue." He had his warning leader-voice on. Rogue stared at the group, all of her so-called friends were pressuring her to do something she knew Kurt would be better off without.
"Fahne. Suit yourselves," she drawled bitterly. She turned to Kurt. "I found some o' the rest of yah're family."
Kurt just about stopped breathing.
"You mean, like, his dad?" Kitty spoke up. Rogue shook her head.
"Nah, Kit, Ah dunno who he is. But Ah know about his sisters and brothers now."
"Mein...?" Kurt whispered weakly, feeling lightheaded. Rogue nodded, a far off look in her eyes.
"Eldest one o' Mystique's kids is Graydon Creed.'Bout thirty, now. He's a mutant hatin' douche, though, don't look for him. He'd probably rip yah to shreds. "
Kurt blanched at this information. Jean scowled at Rogue's lack of tact. Kurt was projecting his pain pretty loudly, and Jean felt a bit protective of the younger boy.
Rogue continued, as if Kurt hadn't reacted at all. "He's yah're half brother. Yah've got another one o' those, a half sister, and a full sister. Actually, yah've met the other half siblings."
"I have?" Kurt's voice was filled with emotion and wonder. Rogue nodded sagely.
"Uh-huh. Wanda and Pietro. Magneto's brats. They're about a year elder to yah."
"Hold up," Evan said disbelievingly, "That can't be possible! Pietro's my age. And their mom was human!"
Rogue shook her head. "Naw, sugar, he's half past seventeen now. Him an' Wanda have been held back 'cause of their disjointed education. And come on, yah really think someone as egotistical as Magneto would evah sleep with a mortal?" Nobody had a response to that. It did seem out of character for the man who viewed humans as insects to have children with one.
"Vanda and Pietro..." Kurt repeated dizzily. Scott gave him a concerned look.
"Come on, Kurt. You good?" Cyclops inwardly winced at the question. The blue boy had just found out that their sworn enemies were his own siblings. Of course he wasn't 'good.'
Kurt blinked. "Ja." He turned back to Rogue. "You said sisters."
Rogue furrowed her brow. "Huh?"
"Earlier. You said sisters. I have another schwester." All eyes were back on Rogue, who had paled dramatically.
"C'mon, Kurt. Yah've had enough shocks for a nigh'." Rogue tried to evade the topic. She snuggled back in the bed, trying to signify that the conversation was over.
"No." Kurt's voice came out in a deadly whisper as he used his unique hand to grab Rogue's arm tightly. "You vill tell me, Rogue."
"Kurt, Ah don' think -"
"Oh, for God's sake Rogue, must we do this again?!" Scott burst out angrily. He hated to see any member of his team in as much emotional pain as Kurt was in right now. Rogue's head snapped to him.
"Alright, fahne." She spat out angrily. She yanked her arm away from Kurt's strong grasp, wincing as she felt her sensitive skin start to bruise. One of the lesser known downsides to never touching anything was that her skin was soft and ultra sensitive and the slightest of pushes could turn her black and blue. "Fahne." She repeated again, softly. The whole group waited with bated breath. Rogue took a deep breath. When she spoke again, it was with a soft, gentle tone, one normally used to calm down an upset mind.
"Kurt, sugar, yah had a younger sister, a year younger. She was biologically yah're full sister, though Ah still can't see who yah're dad is. See, Mystique cared about yah both very much. She trusted someone to take care of yah both. But that someone betrayed her trust and started to experiment on the two of yah. You survahved with the physical mutation of yahr's. But yah're sister passed on."
"Vhat vas her name?"
Rogue winced. Kurt's voice was calm. Too calm. "Anna. yah're sister was called Anna."
Kurt let out a choked sob and turned into Jean's shoulder to cry. The air of the room had been somber yet intrigued. Now, it was devastated and distressed. Rogue closed her eyes sadly and hung her head in respect for little Anna. She felt horrible for having to reveal something so terrible to someone she considered a good friend.
Some things were better left unsaid.
Wow that was longer than I thought. Well, I would love to receive some honest feedback! Thanks so much!