Summary: Rogue's power is back and she once again feels like an outcast. But when a Cajun comes along and makes her feels a little bit normal she thinks her life is getting happier. That is until a certain old crush returns to the mansion. One that doesn't see Rogue as a "kid" anymore.
Couple: WolverinexRogue – Some RoguexGambit.
Rated: M, for language, violence, unnecessary drama and future sexual content and mild sexual talk.
Disclaimers: I am not the genius that created the Marvel Universe if I was I believe my life would be complete. However this storyline is entirely my own.
Almost Lover
Prologue: Spiral of Chaos
No, this could not be happening! I was normal finally normal! I could finally touch people not now, this couldn't happen now. It wasn't fair it just wasn't fair.
Screaming I leap off the bed, pressing my naked body against the corner of my room as my boyfriend gasped for breath just a few feet away. The power was gone! I had taken the cure! This couldn't be happening! Not even after another scream escapes my lips the door flies open, Storm and Beast standing in the doorway, along with my best friend Jubilee looking worried behind them.
"Rogue what happen?" As Storm approached me I screamed again, pulling away, feeling like the sixteen year old girl I used to be all over again. This was just like with Cody.
"I-I didn't mean to! Bobby he- We were just kissing and suddenly he started- Oh god Storm it's happening again!" I watched tears streaming down my face as Jubilee snatched the blanket off my bed and wrapped it around me, before enveloping me in a hug.
"It's okay Rogue, its okay." I barely heard her, all I could see was Beast picking up Bobby's limp body from the bed and carrying him out. I had killed him. I had killed my boyfriend. Oh God now this was terrible! Sobbing harder I clutched Jubilee's shirt, her hand softly running over my hair to quell my hysterics.
This was worse then the last time, I just wish I had been the one dying and not Bobby.
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"Did you hear that Rogue? He's going to be fine. Right now his body is just resting. We're just lucky he froze his body enough just in time."
Lucky, yeah weren't we lucky. Lucky that my boyfriend protected himself from my horrible power just enough so he only entered a coma instead of dying.
Instead of answering my worried friend I stare at the Cheerios which floated absently in my milk, sometimes being swirled around by my spoon. I just couldn't talk, couldn't work up the muster to say "Good" or even "I'm glad". I just wanted to crawl in a whole and die but Jubilee would never let that happen.
She was a good friend that way I guess. Of course if she had let me die maybe I would never suffer all the insane and stupid drama that came along with living.