Disclaimer: I shall unfortunately never own the x-men or its characters or it's extremely large franchise.
A/N: Okay I have never written a RYRO at all. I am usually a big Romy or Rogan fan but lately I have slowly been pulled into this pairing do to all the amazing writing I have been reading so here it is.
XAVIER'S SCHOOL FOR GIFTED YOUNGESTERS:
"What do you mean you don't know where she is?" Bobby Drake asked his teachers after his return from Alcatraz.
"She apparently left hours before Alcatraz, no one has heard from her since then," Storm said tiredly as she sat behind the large mahogany desk that used to belong to the beloved Charles Xavier.
"I just don't understand how we could have just let her walk out of the school with out any of us knowing about it," Bobby said disapprovingly. Of who he was referring to, no one really knew.
"Kid she left," Logan said in almost a grunt from the other side of the room. He had been quite up until this point. The death/murder of Dr. Grey a.k.a. Phoenix had left a hallow in his chest.
"I kind of gathered that Logan, I just want to know where in the hell she is so we can get her the fuck back here," it was the first time any of them had ever heard the polite and almost serene boy curse. It took Ororo by surprise and left Logan with a raised eyebrow.
"I saw her before she left," Logan told Bobby almost as if to gage his reaction.
"And…?" Bobby said his arms spread wide like presenting an award.
"I told her to not to do it for some boy and that I wasn't her father," Logan said almost like he regretted it.
"You what!" Bobby yelled at him.
"How could you just let her walk out of here like that, I thought she meant more to you than just a stupid few words. She could be dead right now or worse…" He trailed off thinking of what could have really happened to her.
"It's her life Bobby, she made up her own mind, and you are just going to have to accept that," Ororo said as she continued to look over the school finances.
"I can't believe this," Bobby said as he stalked out of the room slamming the old matching Mahogany door.
SOME WHERE IN SAN FRANSICO:
She waited patiently as the taxi cab took her to the nearest hospital. She had hopped the news reporter had been wrong. She had hopped that he was still alive.
"That will be twenty-two fifty miss," the taxi driver said in his stuffy California tongue. Making Rogue wish she was either back home in Mississippi or in the hustle and bustle of New York.
The building in front of her was more than a little stand offish. The cool exterior only seemed to spread as she entered the swinging double doors. She walked almost placidly towards the large receptionist desk; there an older woman in her forties sat occasionally answering the phone.
"May I help you?" She asked almost politely.
"Ah, yes. I was wondering if this was the hospital that was keeping the survivors of Alcatraz." She asked almost too quietly.
"You're not a reporter are you?" She asked slipping her thin glasses down her nose.
"No, I was just wondering if my boyfriend was here," the lie rolling off her tongue like milk into honey.
"And his name?" She asked her impatiently.
"St. John Allerdyce," she said nervously.
"Room B215," the woman said as she clicked on the computer.
"Thank you, thank you very much," Rogue said as the hope began to over-ride her. She sprinted off towards the silver elevators, a brief feeling of Magneto passing her as she looked at her self in their shinny surface. Waiting for the impending ding that would bring her one step closer to him; to St. John or Johnny as she so favorably called him before his wild abandonment.
Inside the elevator the music was almost enough of a distraction to stop her speeding heart rate as she watched the red digital numbers slowly change to the third floor.
'One…two…three...' she silently counted in her head.
As soon as the doors opened she stepped out of them afraid that this really wasn't what she was doing. She wasn't one to stray to far from the path and she definitely thought that her going to St. John was probably a complete and total detour that some how would eventually get you lost. Hopefully losing her self and finding something new and more exciting than she ever imagined.
Down the hall she went, silently as if afraid of disturbing the relative peace that seems to have over taken the hallway.
'B210…B211…B212…B213…B214…'
There it was the door leading to the path she was willing herself to take. Straying from the known to the unknown, defying her own moral compass and wishing for nothing less. She opened the door with a shaky hand and tense nerves.
Her emerald green eyes cast down onto the cold tile floor. Afraid of what she might find. A cocky smirk and the constant 'click, click' of a Zippo lighter, or a tangled mess left to die on a battle field that he shouldn't have been on in the first place?
"Excuse me can I help you?" An authoritative voice said as Rogue's eyes immediately shoot up to look at the person apparently talking to her.
"Yes, I'm Marie Darkholme ," another lie she slipped from her mouth wondering exactly what physce had told her that one, "I heard that my boyfriend from New York might be here."
"And he would be?" The doctor in the white lab coat asked almost rhetorically.
"St. John Allerdyce, I hadn't seen him in days and got worried. I figured he might have gotten hurt or something in that Alcatraz mess. He was here on business for our school," The third lie she told for him today. Lying it seemed was a second nature to her that she was unaware of till now.
"I see and what may I ask does he do for a living?" The doctor asked with a raised eyebrow that could almost fight against the Wolverine's.
"He works for a pyrotechnic group that does stunts and fancy show work for big time companies and such. Don't know much about it myself, just that he loves his job mighty well," God she almost believed that lie her self. She was good, to good for her own good.
The supposed doctor looked down her nose at her with much skepticism but Rogue could sense otherwise.
"He's in critical condition and won't be awake for at least a few hours or days at the most. Something hard hit him in the head, no brain damage of course. He should be alright he seems to have a little bit of frost bite on his arms and hands but with good care they should heal in no time." The doctor summarized for her as she let out a sigh of relief, he was going to be okay. He wasn't dead after all.
"Thank you so much," Rogue said faking a watery expression.
"Your welcome, I'll just leave you alone with him. I'll be back in about two hours for her medical treatment," she said politely before exiting the room and shutting the door behind her.
After Rogue heard the soft click of the door shutting her slowly made her way towards John's hospital bed. For a distance he looked like he was asleep, but up close he seemed a little worse for wear.
"Oh Johnny, what have you done this time," Rogue sighed as her gloved hand brushed away a few stray strains of now blonde hair.
A/N: Okay so far so good? I hope ya like it. Like I said this is my first Ryro so I do hope you think it's interesting enough to read and review too. The next chapter should be up either today or later on this week.
Thanks for the read.