Title: It's Our Life
Author: x-x-Southern-Belle-x-x (Call me Mar)
Sumary: This is (in my opinion) how everything should go from X1 all the way to X3. There will be lots (I mean LOTS) of changes. Mainly Rogue and Jean (not slash--friends) and how they get through just about anything that comes their way.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own ANYTHING! All characters are property of Marvel and all music is property of Simple Plan.
Chapter One
Jean Grey payed the cab driver and turned to see the very big mansion that they'd be living in.
"Whoa," said Marie D'Ancanto, more commonly called Rogue.
"Yeah, whoa," agreed Jean.
Jean and Rogue had been working in a small Chinese restaurant right outside of town. There they realized they were mutants. Jean was a telepath and Rogue, well, let's just say, don't make her mad.
Rogue closely studied the sign, "Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngster? Hmm. Sounds more like Xavier's Institute for Gifted Freaks."
Jean laughed, "Yeah. C'mon, we can't stay out here forever."
Rogue sighed, "I guess, let's go meet the losers that live here."
They walked inside and were greeted by some guy their age that didn't quite realize the 70's were dead. He had short brown hair and strange glasses. Glasses that belonged in the 70's.
"Hi, I'm Scott Summers, welcome to Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters." 70's dude said.
"Freaks," Both Jean and Rogue coughed.
'Scott' ignored them both, "Professor Xavier would like to see you."
Both teens followed the young man. He led them to a big oak door and pushed it open. Inside it looked like some sort of study. Behind a big wooden desk, was a man, about in his mid-60's, with a shiny bald head and fine trimmed suit.
"Ah, you must be Ms. Jean Grey and Marie D'Ancanto," he spoke with a hint of a British accent.
"Rogue," she said, "The name is Rogue."
"Rogue, yes, of course." He was quite stunned at the young woman for being so harsh. Usually they were scared, not confident, as they both appeared. "I have been informed that you are mutants and need a place to stay."
Jean nodded and Rogue said, "Yeah."
The Professor could tell they would both be handfuls. Troublemakers, if you will. He hoped they would outgrow the 'rebel' stage, but part of him, the telepathic scanner part, told him they would be rebellious for along time to come. And he could tell that the mansion would never be a quiet, peaceful place anymore. Not with two rebel teen girls. One with a 'fiery' attitude, and one with a sour outlook on life.
"I will give you food and board, but you will be expected to take classes. You will continue here as if you were at a normal school. The only difference will be P.E. Our P.E. here is Danger Room. A room that projects images to help you control your mutant abilities. Trust me, you will get quite the work-out."
"Sounds nice," Jean said, "Rogue, what do you think?"
Her best friend stood there, weighing possibilities, "Okay. Whatever."
Xavier was amused. The young girl never smiled once. Jean, however, was smiling, but with forced politeness. He had never encountered such mutants. Especially girls. Most mutant girls would barely speak. They were always so scared.
"You will have to be roommates," he pushed two keys across the table, "Room 427. 4th floor."
They grabbed their keys and walked out. Jean called a light 'Thanks' behind her, but Xavier could barely hear it. He sighed. A big sign basically flashed: WARNING! WARNING! TROUBLE AHEAD! WARNING!
As they rode the elevator up, Jean asked, "So what do you think?"
"Of the bald dude or this place?" Rogue replied.
"Both."
Rogue let out a small laugh, "Oh the place is nice. Bald guy? Sorta gives me the creeps. I mean, he's always there. I think he might be a telepath. Like you!"
"He is," Jean informed Rogue, "I scanned his mind while we were there."
"And that just makes it even more creepy. I don't want some 70 year-old--"
"He's 67." Jean interrupted.
"Whatever. The point is, I don't want some old dude poking around in my head," Rogue said, and Jean had to laugh at her stubbornness.
The elevator dinged and they stepped out.
"422...423...424...425...426...Ah! 427!" Jean counted as they walked down the hall. She turned the key and walked into the stunning oak room.
"Guy's got a thing for oak," Rogue mused, recalling the oak everywhere in the building.
Jean flung her suitcase on the bed to the left, and Rogue fell back on the one to the right. Jean levitated all their clothes into opposite closets, and unpacked most of their personal belongings. She adjusted the stereo on a big wood (oak, of course) chest.
"Ooh!" Rogue shot up like a rocket when she saw the stereo.
She dug through a bag on the floor and picked up a small case. She walked over to the stereoand slid a CD in. Jean didn't object. Soon, the sound of Simple Plan's 'Addicted' came through the speakers. Rogue cranked it up near full-blast and the girls began jumping around to the fast, punky songs as they unpacked.
When they were done, the CD player was still blasting Simple Plan's first album. They each fell back onto their claimed beds.
"This is gonna ROCK!" Rogue said, "Me and you, in the same room! It'll be like a permanent party!"
"Yeah," Jean agreed.
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Professor Xavier wheeled through the halls in his personally designed X-Wheelchair. He was going to see if Rogue and Jean had gotten settled yet. When he rounded a corner to turn onto their hall, he immediately heard music. Loud pop-rock punk music. As he came closer to the teens' room, it became louder, if that was possible. Now he could make out distinctive lyrics; "I don't wanna be told to grow up, And I don't wanna change, I just wanna have fun! I don't wanna be told to grow up, And I don't wanna change, so you better give up!"
He pounded on the door, hoping the girls could hear it over the music. No such luck. He went to Plan B.
Jean, are you girls settled? He asked through a telekinetic message.
Yeah, Professor.
Good. Oh, Jean, could you please turn down the music? But Jean had dropped the connection.
It was going to be a very long, very hard semester.
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A/N: Hope you like the first chapter! PLease review!
-Mar