Here is a bit of an odd story. It's a Scott/Rogue/Warren romance story. Enjoy.
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"And this will be your room, Warren." The young girl motioned to a door and gingerly reached down to open it. It gave way to a luxurious set up, a great canopy with silky sheets, and a balcony that lead to the back of mansion, over seeing the yard, the edged cliff, and the ocean as the sun set in the western sky.
"Thank you, Rogue." he said simply. She wondered in, as he watched her curiously. She moved down to the hope chest at the end of the bed,"Ah' hope you don't mind," she began, taking a thick flannel blanket from the little haven,"if Ah' stand out on your balcony for a bit. It's the best veiw in the mansion, and the snow is falling so lightly."
"No...it's quite fine." Warren said, curious as to the girl that stood before him. He had imagined to the quite goth-girl to be quite so...he couldn't think of the word. Quietly, the taps of her ugg boots landed on the lush carpet, and she pulled open one of the frost bitten doors. It was dark now. He followed Rogue out,"It is alright if I join you?" he asked curiosly to her.
"Of course you may." she said smiling towards him. She had to admit, for knowing Warren only a few hours, she was quite fond of him, afterall, he saved her life.
There was silence for awhile, Warren occupying the time by watching the breath from his nose turn to light mist, and stealing looks at the young woman next to him. She looked so fragile.
"It's going to be empty for awhile, the mansion ah' mean. All the students have gone home for Christmas, they'll be gone for about two weeks." she said looking at him. "Scott and I are the only ones here, ah' mean not includin' the Prof. and Proffesser McCoy." Rogue finished.
"Why did you go home for the hoilidays?" Warren asked. Rogue looked away, surveying the landscape. She closed her for a moment before placing her hands on the railing of the stone balcony, brushing away snow.
"This is my home."said quietly, almost rueful.
Warren decided not to press the matter any further,"What about Scott?" he asked, curious.
"Scott's only family is his little brother, and he's in Hawaii. He didn't have the money to get there, and didn't reaslly want to go either." She continued to speak towards the sky subconsiously counting the stars in the sky.
"Oh." was all he replied.
"And your parents?"
"London." he said plainly,"I wasn't up to going this time."
"Ah' would love to go to London...to go anywhere." Rogue said dreamily.
"Rogue?" Warren asked suddenly.
She looked at him,"What is it?"
"May I ask you a sort of...personal question." Rogue thought the offer over for a moment.
"Ah' suppose." she said slowly, curious.
"What is your and Scott's relationship?" he asked, almost shy.
Rogue was taken aback for a moment, why was he curios about something like that? Was he interested...? In her? No, they had only just met, and besides, who would want someone they could never touch.
"Scott and ah' are just friends..." she spoke, her voice coated with sdaness and lament.
"But you want to be more?"
"Ah' don't even exsist to him, and to be perfectly honest...ah' think ah'm in love with him." for some reason he had not yet fathomed, Warren was stung by those words.
"Who could miss a beautiful girl like you?" What did he say? Did he just say I was beautiful. She blushed a cherry red.
"Thanks, Warren. You just met me and already you're treatin' me like a person, and trying to cheer me up too." She smiled, and placed her hand on his shoulder as she went inside. He wanted to tell her that he wasn't trying to cheer her up, that he honestly meant it, but he decided against it.
"Goodnight." she said lastly, reaching the door,"Merry Christmas..." fading with her dissapearing figure.
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Rogue looked out the window of the rec. room, counting the snowflakes that hit the sill. She was bored, and wanted to wait for the others. Afterall, it was Christmas morning. So mildly enthralled with the white rain drops she didn't hear the padded foot steps come into the room, the tap on the shoulder startled her out of her daze.
"Scott!" she grabbed his hand pushing it off her shoulder,"You scared me hafta' death!" Just then she realized she was still in her night gown, an early gift from Miss Monroe.
"All girls should some kind of gown to sleep in." the elder woman's words echoed in her head in its motherly tone. She looked at it for a moment. It was really nor more than a slip, a shade of dark green, and black lace, reaching to her ankles, and flowing down to her delicate wrists.
"Merry Christmas to you too." he said with a smile, taking a seat next to her,"What're you doing up so early?"
"I was just...thinkin'." she said, turning her attention back to the falling flakes.
"May I ask what about?"
Rogue shrugged,"About things...people...someone I once knew..."
"Oh." He was bit turned off the question by her saddened tone,"I got you something." he told her, changing the subject.
"Since yesterday?" she asked, watching him get off the couch and and grabbing a present from beneath the tree. He handed it to her gingerly.
"Here." she took it ever so cautiously. Slowly, she opened the package, ripping the paper so gently. She pulled open the lid to the small box, inside laying a silver chain, a little silver star on it.
"Oh, Scott!" she said, pulling the necklace from it's box.
"Here, let me help you put it on." he took the necklace from her gloved hands, and leaned behind her, latching the necklace shut. He softly pulled her hair from within the necklace chain.
Scott leaned infront of her, a little to close for comfort,"It looks really beuatiful on you, Kate." Rogue bluched ever so lightly. She couldn't deny the feeling of wanting to kiss him, but the moment was interupted.
"Good Morning." Damn. Scott thought bitterly, he knew he couldn't kiss her, but oh! how he wanted to! Rogue quicky pulled away from him, standing at the man's presence.
"Morning, Warren, Merry Christmas!" Rogue said, a little unerved. Before she knew it, he handed her a present aswell. Scott glared at the winged man, stealing his Rogue away at a crucial moment. He was beginning to regret bringing Warren Worthington III here, Rogue seemed quite taken with him, and he DID not like that.
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YAY! CH.1...anyway, please review! I want five for the next chapter. I hope you like it!
Next Chapter: Scott and Warren are at eachohters throats, and it's ruining everyone's X-Mas break.. What exactly is going on within the three of their heads?
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"And this will be your room, Warren." The young girl motioned to a door and gingerly reached down to open it. It gave way to a luxurious set up, a great canopy with silky sheets, and a balcony that lead to the back of mansion, over seeing the yard, the edged cliff, and the ocean as the sun set in the western sky.
"Thank you, Rogue." he said simply. She wondered in, as he watched her curiously. She moved down to the hope chest at the end of the bed,"Ah' hope you don't mind," she began, taking a thick flannel blanket from the little haven,"if Ah' stand out on your balcony for a bit. It's the best veiw in the mansion, and the snow is falling so lightly."
"No...it's quite fine." Warren said, curious as to the girl that stood before him. He had imagined to the quite goth-girl to be quite so...he couldn't think of the word. Quietly, the taps of her ugg boots landed on the lush carpet, and she pulled open one of the frost bitten doors. It was dark now. He followed Rogue out,"It is alright if I join you?" he asked curiosly to her.
"Of course you may." she said smiling towards him. She had to admit, for knowing Warren only a few hours, she was quite fond of him, afterall, he saved her life.
There was silence for awhile, Warren occupying the time by watching the breath from his nose turn to light mist, and stealing looks at the young woman next to him. She looked so fragile.
"It's going to be empty for awhile, the mansion ah' mean. All the students have gone home for Christmas, they'll be gone for about two weeks." she said looking at him. "Scott and I are the only ones here, ah' mean not includin' the Prof. and Proffesser McCoy." Rogue finished.
"Why did you go home for the hoilidays?" Warren asked. Rogue looked away, surveying the landscape. She closed her for a moment before placing her hands on the railing of the stone balcony, brushing away snow.
"This is my home."said quietly, almost rueful.
Warren decided not to press the matter any further,"What about Scott?" he asked, curious.
"Scott's only family is his little brother, and he's in Hawaii. He didn't have the money to get there, and didn't reaslly want to go either." She continued to speak towards the sky subconsiously counting the stars in the sky.
"Oh." was all he replied.
"And your parents?"
"London." he said plainly,"I wasn't up to going this time."
"Ah' would love to go to London...to go anywhere." Rogue said dreamily.
"Rogue?" Warren asked suddenly.
She looked at him,"What is it?"
"May I ask you a sort of...personal question." Rogue thought the offer over for a moment.
"Ah' suppose." she said slowly, curious.
"What is your and Scott's relationship?" he asked, almost shy.
Rogue was taken aback for a moment, why was he curios about something like that? Was he interested...? In her? No, they had only just met, and besides, who would want someone they could never touch.
"Scott and ah' are just friends..." she spoke, her voice coated with sdaness and lament.
"But you want to be more?"
"Ah' don't even exsist to him, and to be perfectly honest...ah' think ah'm in love with him." for some reason he had not yet fathomed, Warren was stung by those words.
"Who could miss a beautiful girl like you?" What did he say? Did he just say I was beautiful. She blushed a cherry red.
"Thanks, Warren. You just met me and already you're treatin' me like a person, and trying to cheer me up too." She smiled, and placed her hand on his shoulder as she went inside. He wanted to tell her that he wasn't trying to cheer her up, that he honestly meant it, but he decided against it.
"Goodnight." she said lastly, reaching the door,"Merry Christmas..." fading with her dissapearing figure.
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Rogue looked out the window of the rec. room, counting the snowflakes that hit the sill. She was bored, and wanted to wait for the others. Afterall, it was Christmas morning. So mildly enthralled with the white rain drops she didn't hear the padded foot steps come into the room, the tap on the shoulder startled her out of her daze.
"Scott!" she grabbed his hand pushing it off her shoulder,"You scared me hafta' death!" Just then she realized she was still in her night gown, an early gift from Miss Monroe.
"All girls should some kind of gown to sleep in." the elder woman's words echoed in her head in its motherly tone. She looked at it for a moment. It was really nor more than a slip, a shade of dark green, and black lace, reaching to her ankles, and flowing down to her delicate wrists.
"Merry Christmas to you too." he said with a smile, taking a seat next to her,"What're you doing up so early?"
"I was just...thinkin'." she said, turning her attention back to the falling flakes.
"May I ask what about?"
Rogue shrugged,"About things...people...someone I once knew..."
"Oh." He was bit turned off the question by her saddened tone,"I got you something." he told her, changing the subject.
"Since yesterday?" she asked, watching him get off the couch and and grabbing a present from beneath the tree. He handed it to her gingerly.
"Here." she took it ever so cautiously. Slowly, she opened the package, ripping the paper so gently. She pulled open the lid to the small box, inside laying a silver chain, a little silver star on it.
"Oh, Scott!" she said, pulling the necklace from it's box.
"Here, let me help you put it on." he took the necklace from her gloved hands, and leaned behind her, latching the necklace shut. He softly pulled her hair from within the necklace chain.
Scott leaned infront of her, a little to close for comfort,"It looks really beuatiful on you, Kate." Rogue bluched ever so lightly. She couldn't deny the feeling of wanting to kiss him, but the moment was interupted.
"Good Morning." Damn. Scott thought bitterly, he knew he couldn't kiss her, but oh! how he wanted to! Rogue quicky pulled away from him, standing at the man's presence.
"Morning, Warren, Merry Christmas!" Rogue said, a little unerved. Before she knew it, he handed her a present aswell. Scott glared at the winged man, stealing his Rogue away at a crucial moment. He was beginning to regret bringing Warren Worthington III here, Rogue seemed quite taken with him, and he DID not like that.
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YAY! CH.1...anyway, please review! I want five for the next chapter. I hope you like it!
Next Chapter: Scott and Warren are at eachohters throats, and it's ruining everyone's X-Mas break.. What exactly is going on within the three of their heads?
