Author's Notes:

-K, I've had this story in my head for a while, and I'm finally posting it. If you're familiar with my works, then I don't need to tell you that this is a slash. If you're not, then I guess I just did. Also, if you don't like original characters, I suggest you don't read this because there will be an original character in this.

-This story will appear in the movie section, but there might be just a few things in here as well from the comic books. I'm not too sure yet.

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. They belong to Marvel.

-Manhattan -

All she could hear was screaming. No matter how many times she had heard it within the past few years, it never got easier.

"It's time to go," her father told her. She had done it again and it was the last straw. Enough was enough. Once she was out of the picture, they could put the nightmare behind them. "You have to leave."

Her entire world was falling apart in that one moment. Jean told her to keep calm for their sake, but she felt as if she was falling off the edge, and keeping calm wasn't an option.

'How can she take things so easily?' Rogue asked herself as she felt her heart beat even faster than before. "Why do you want to leave me, Jean?" she asked.

"It's just not working," she answered sympathetically, trying not to hurt her any further. She put a hand on her lap to comfort her. "There are things that I want, Rogue…things that you can't give me. There are things that I want to do and…and, well…" She looked away, unable to complete her sentence.

"I'm holding you back," Rogue finished for her in tears.

"I have to go."

She grabbed Jean's arm before she could walk away. "Please don't leave me," she said, hoping that she would change her mind.

"Let me go, Rogue."

"I don't want to. Look, I wish I could touch you, but I can't. I can't even say that I can change, but there's a lot more to relationships than touch," she said.

"What's the point in having a relationship if there's no feeling?" Jean yanked her arm away. She was beginning to grow impatient with the sobbing girl. "Do you know what I want?"

"What?" Rogue asked.

"I want someone whose hand I can hold. I want someone I can kiss without engendering myself. I know this doesn't seem fair to you, Rogue, but what about me?"

She tried to say something, but it was immediately cut off by her own whimper. Jean took this as an opportunity to get away. "Goodbye, Rogue," she said as she walked away, leaving her to cry alone. She contemplated giving her a quick kiss on the forehead, but decided that it would be better not to. Rogue was hurt enough. The last thing she needed was false hope.

A/N: It's very short, but it's just an introduction, so that's ok. The posts may get longer and possibly frequent depending on how many reviews I get.