Jemina was talking to me on the phone and I was thinking that her and I constantly make Rogue & Warren suicidal in our fics. She was telling me about three new suicidal ones, and I was sitting there…and then suddenly…"What If Rogue and Warren tried to commit suicide at the exact same time?"
Spoilers: Sure, why not.
Date: Occurring soon after X-3
Couple: Hmmm, I wonder…
Reviews: Yes, please, I LOVE them.
Author: Moi (Rayne)
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.
Author's Note: Thank You Jem for making me come up with this funny idea on the telephone.
Title of Story: A Father
Chapter One: Great Minds Think Alike
Rogue stood on the edge of the roof, at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. She's considered suicide so many times, but never had to nerve to go and do it. Finish the job. But after today, she didn't see how she could stay.
The spark had already gone out with Bobby. It seemed almost immediately after she came back, without the cure, he became distant and unloving. It wasn't like he was mean. He just wasn't there. Rogue had always hoped they'd rekindle their love, but it had never occurred. And today, she found out why.
Bobby was too busy having a spark with Kitty Pryde.
She'd walked in on them, in Kitty's bed, and without a word, turned and sped away. She had cried her tears, sobbed and moaned, and now, it was time for the finale. She edged a little closer, her toes hanging off the roof.
Half of her wanted to just stop, turn, and go back to her unsatisfying relationship with Bobby. It was predictable, and safe. But what she was surprised to notice was that, even though she was upset he had cheated and didn't love her anymore, she didn't love him either.
To love somebody, they have to be there.
And Bobby wasn't. Ever. He was too busy getting tutoring from Kitty. Rogue didn't care so much that she'd lose Bobby. But could she really go through another relationship like that?
No touching. Nothing. No kiss, no hug, no holding hands. No nothing. Forever stuck so close, but far away. If it wasn't enough that somebody had been unfaithful to her, to kill herself, then knowing she'd be forever untouched was.
She wanted kids. A family. A husband. A life.
But no. She couldn't touch a single bit of skin. It hurt so bad to love somebody who didn't love you back because they couldn't touch you. She realized Bobby had stopped loving her the second he saw she still had her gift. Gift? Curse.
Just as she was going to suck it up, and jump, she heard a shuffling behind her. She turned around, and directly on the other side of the roof was somebody else. They were about to do what she was planning on doing. But they didn't see her.
She noticed right away the bare back and two spots where wings once attached. She recalled hoping nobody would come in stop her, so she decided to leave him alone too. She didn't really know who he was. She's seen flashes of him from the corner of her eye, or seen him flying up in the sky, but she'd never seen his face. When his headed titled a little towards her, she gasp. He was beautiful.
Obviously hearing her noise, he turned his face, and looked at her straight in the eye. Neither moved from their spots on the roof.
She looked at him, and he looked at her.
"Hi," she said, the wind carrying her whisper away. He nodded back in response. She quietly took a step back from the edge, and he followed her suit. Soon they were a good five feet away, still standing still.
Suddenly, as if a random streak of passion emerged, they flung to each other, their lips touching hungrily. He kissed her, and she kissed him. They didn't know what they were doing. They didn't care. They just stood, in the same spot, lips pressed, for minutes on end.
And all Rogue could think the whole time was…I can touch him, I can touch him, I can touch him.