Disclaimer: I don't own those characters, or anything to do with the X-MEN. Well, except the movies DVDs.I don't gain anything from this. They belong to MARVEL, and to Warner Brothers (I think).
A/N: This is my first story, and probably the last. So be nice, please. I don't usually write, and my English is very poor...So you are warn, but I promise it's readable!!The idea is really good, but then again, it's my idea.
This story is a femslash, you know 2 women romance, don't like don't read. This is just for fun, if not for someone else, at least fun for my own sake.
Starts with the end of X2, but will be back and forward. I decide write this cause there is some few jean/rogue story and I love those. Hate it X3 because of jean been really bad, and rogue been totally exclude.
Just quote means "normal speech"; quotes + italic means "privates thoughts" ; and quote + underline means "mental dialogue;shared thoughts"
CHAPTER 1
"NO!! NOOOO!! "
"JEAN!!"
"Jean... "Scream, and then barely whispers shaking all the other occupants of the jet.
"She is gone "says Logan, trying hopelessly not falling apart, but failing .His eyes shows a broken man
"NO!NOO!! Don't say that"continue, until then, strong and controlled leader of the x-men. Now shattered, lost on his pain and denial.
Nobody demonstrates more their grief so violently, than Scott, nobody can't. Just slippery faces with mute tears, reflecting everybody else pain and anguish. Struggling to keep fighting, to find strength, they must go on.
Jean Grey is dead. She is a hero, gave her own life for the life of others, for her family, for Marie.
Yes, Marie-the Rogue, see, nobody care about her and the impact of such lost. At least no more than everybody else, after all, she doesn't know Jean as her team mates, her friends x-men. What 2 years of coexistence means, if close compared to a life shared, growing up, learning, fighting, building the same dreams, as happen with the more olders,the first students of Xavier; that together formed a family?! Or what a girl could possible understands, or knows the same pain that Wolverine feels, love someone like he love Jean with such intensity and ferocity like he did?!
No, nothing compares, Rogue is suffering, but nothing like the closest to Jean felt...
For Rogue... - "Jean... I can't breathe...what is happening… OH GOD! What did you do?!... It is as if... There's this hole, a dark hole eating me... because you gone...I can't feel you… why?!..., I should have seeing coming... "- For Rogue Jean's death should be how it is for the others teens, right?? -"should have stopped, or follow you...It doesn't matter, not anymore. I can't feel you... I just lost everything..."- It should be like how to lose a master of great value, a guardian, a friend always ready to listen. Marie must have feeling like the others students. Losing someone important, of great influence, guiding and teaching control and understanding of their powers and how being better individuals, citizen in a world divided among mutants and not-mutants. It should feel like missing someone loved, someone great, but not essential, right?!...
Yes, students in the jet are sad, desolate, but they will live, move on, and for been just one of them ,nobody notices Marie, nor thinks it's necessary see that one of them doesn't breathe for some instants, and then physically hurts to breathe...-"...GOD..I don't bel...I don't believe...I shouldn't let her go...all those weeks before, shouldn't let her run... I shouldn't have run from her, from the possibility...now it's too late, she left me, and kill me too..."
No one notice ,there is someone else besides Scott and Logan that cry with the mutual understanding of lose the love of your life, no one else feels, not even the professor(with his own pain and grieve).There is this energy, through Marie, such excruciating pain, numb her whole body, crashing all her soul. Nothing more fits, not cry, not sobs, or scream, or hate, nor tears, nothing at all – "it doesn't matters...nothing more...wish I could absorb someone else entire mind and soul... be somebody else...never mind...not anymore...No one would understand, or would known her real value to me... my pain... my Jean... "
Nobody thought or saw Marie, really saw, because nobody knew. If they had known, they would had notice that in that lake someone else died and it was left there too
Marie is gone.
