Ok, this is my first story, so please be gentle with me, but if it sucks let me know.
Disclaimer, I don't own the X-men, wish I did though, the fun I would have. hehe
"Shit!!!!"
Rogue jolted awake, for the third time this week. Her heading felt like it was going to explode and her eyes were stinging. She sat up, and stared across at her roommate, thankful that the valley girl slept like a log at times. Staring her the clock next to her bed, which glared back at her. It was only 4:36 am, on a Friday morning
"Third time, third gooddamm fracking time this week, hell the is wrong with meh" Rogue thought to herself, as she made her way towards the kitchen, well if she wasn't going to be going back to the land of sleep any time soon. Then she might as well have enough caffeine in her to make sure that she won't fall asleep in class, or her danger room session with Logan, after school.
Switching the coffee machine on, Rogue knew she had about a 5 minute wait before she got her much needed caffeine shot. Rubbing her tired eyes, she thought back to her dreams, that she had been having lately. They were different from the others, not memories, not hers or anyone elses for that matter, but they weren't her sub conscience either, that was for sure. They were far too vivid, far too real for her liking. Take the one she just had; she saw Kitty, well at least she thought it was Kitty, her hair was now cut short and her x-men outfit was different. With the blue and black body suit replaced with a black crop top and skin tight trousers. Also in the dream kitty was fighting, this bleached blonde, green leather ho-bag, who seemed to be losing (kitty was really kicking ass) until she used her mutant abilities on kitty. Suddenly kitty was on the ground, withering around in obvious pain. But before she could reach shadow cat to help, someone tackled her, resulting in her awaking up.
"Dammit" Rogue growled slamming her fists on the counter. She was frustrated, beyond frustrated actually, this had been going to for almost six weeks now, she thought it would pass just like the psyches memories had, but it hadn't. although she would only ever admit it, through the prospect of torture, these dreams were beginning to worry her.
"Rogue, would you please come to my study?" Charles Xavier projected into her mind.
"Ahh shi . . .crap, ah mean, did ah wake yeh professor?" Rogue, inquired, worried that she had been projecting without realizing it, normally she was quite good at not projecting. Also her shields were powerful enough to keep Jean out, but lately she knew that she had been slipping both physically and mentally. She also knew that this was beginning to worry the institutes residents, as they didn't want a repeat of nervous breakdown Rogue.
"No, don't worry Rogue, I was already up, and noticed that you were in the kitchen, and felt that it would be a good time to have a little chat" Rogue could hear the smile in his voice, relieved that she didn't wake him, but apprehensive about this 'little chat'. Sighing, she picked up her coffee and made her way towards Xavier's office. She knew that there was no way to get out of it, and that the professor was really and truthfully, worried about her just like the rest of the institute.
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Rogue, sat down on the extremely comfortable sofa in the professors study, quietly sipping her coffee, black, three sugars just the way she liked it. She remained quiet as Xavier observed her for several moments before knitting his hands together, and resting his chin on them, a sign that he was about to start.
"Rogue, I asked you here as several people within the institute are worried about you, myself I included" the professor explained, kindly, "It seems that lately you have been become somewhat withdrawn and also you seem to be having bouts of insomnia." he professor paused briefly to study his young charge, he noticed that she had suddenly become extremely interested in the mug and its contents. He knew her well enough to know that what he was saying, was having an effect on her, and that she hadn't realized that the others, especially Kitty, Kurt and Logan, had all noticed. Xavier sighed slightly, before continuing.
"As a result, I have been told that your standard in the danger room has been slipping." This caused Rogue to grimace. Her danger room sessions hadn't been that good at all, her last session, resulted in a trip to the infirmary, with a badly bruised stomach and dislocated shoulder blade. Although she was all fixed up in less than 10 minutes, she still had several bruises on her stomach.
"Rogue, you know that I'm here to help you in anyway I can. Are the psyches acting up again?" Xavier inquired, somewhat frightened at the prospect, as he recalled last time Rogue lost control. Rogue was silent, she was scared of admitting what was happening to her, 'he'll think ah'm insane . . . . .but then again he does live in a house full of teenage mutants'
"It ain't the psyches, Professor, ah promise" Rogue finally admitted, "well at least ah don't think it is" she glanced up at Xavier, who quietly waiting for her to continue. Sighing Rogue carried on "they're not memories, ah'm sure of that. But there not dreams either. Ah don't know honestly what they are"
Without saying a word, Xavier wheeled over to her, situating himself right in front of her.
"Well, maybe I can shed some light of the subject" Xavier offered, "May I?"
"Sure, knock yerself out" rogue replied. Xavier placed his hands either side of her head, making sure not to touch her skin. While rogue worked on bringing down her mental walls, and the memories of the dreams to the surface. Rogue never had a problem with the professor being in his head, guess it was because she trusted him, the same way you trusted a doctor with your health and a teacher with your child. She trusted Xavier with her mind.
Less than three minutes later, Xavier let go of her mind. Rogue shook herself out of the dizziness that she felt, whenever, Xavier left her mind. She was thankful to see he was smiling slightly.
"Ah'm takin' it that if ya smilin' that ah'm not goin' crazy"
"No, Rogue, you are most certainly not going crazy," smiled Xavier
"So whats the problem then?"
"Rogue, have you ever heard of latent powers?" the professor asked, rogue shook her head, no. "well, they're mutant abilities that are dormant, not dominant. Therefore we don't often realise we have them. Although sometimes, they become dominant, and take form as our secondary mutation. Now, I believe, that is what is happening to you. You have a latent ability . . . ."
"That's becoming a secondary" rogue finished off for him.
"Maybe, I'm not too sure." Xavier frowned "but I can tell you, the reason behind your dreams. They're visions, of what is too come, you probably don't remember it, but when you were younger, you accidentally absorb your foster mother Irene"
Rogue blinked, "Ya mean . . . . . . wait! Hold up! Ya telling' meh that ma latent secondary whateva the hell it is power, is Arene's" Rogue stared at him the cogs in her brain, began turning. "Unless, it ain't just Arene's power . . . .everyone ah ever absorbed?"
"No Rogue it isn't that, like I said, it's a latent power, although it has come out to play before as I recall."
"Ya mean when ah lost control" Rogue stared at Xavier. He simply nodded.
"It seems that way, at the time, we just thought it was your psyches, but I have obviously miscalculated and overlooked another possibility." he rolled anyway from her, "I will have to look into this closer, but until I can come up with answers, don't worry" he turned slightly and offered Rogue a smile, which she returned.
"Ah betta go and see if ah can get anymore shut eye before school starts" Rogue stood up and stretched, heading towards the door, turning "Thanks Professor" she said sincerely, "And thank Logan for pickin' on th' newbies and givin' them early morning' sessions." both laughed at this.
"Goodnight, Rogue" he smiled, as she left. Xavier knew how much progress she had made, back, when she first came, she would of never even thought about actually telling someone she needed help. It was nice to see how much see had grown, over the last two years. Although she was still Rogue the untouchable, not even Kitty or Kurt, who she was really close to, tried to invade her personal space. It was hers alone, at least it was until Xavier offered a place to Remy Lebeau, as an instructor. The 22 year old didn't care about her personal space and invaded it regularly, much to Rogue's annoyance. It wasn't unusual to see those two verbally sparring, it seemed that Remy or Gambit depending on who you were (in the other words, if your female, Remy, if not he's Gambit) had a talent for pushing Rogue's buttons. Much to the annoyance, of her father-figure, brother and Scott, although they all knew that if they tried to interrupt, there was a likelihood that Rogue may kill them.
Although, the professor, tended to lean towards Kitty's way of interpreting the fights and that was it was their way of flirting. Remy wound Rogue up, and then Rogue deflated his ego a bit. Kitty also pointed out that Remy, always has to be near Rogue and that whenever shes in a room, he instantly stops flirting, with all the girls except her. And that when Rogue does catch him flirting, she gets jealous, not that Rogue would ever admit to that. Professor X had been pleasantly surprised when Kitty pointed this out, as he was certain that all her time was being spent staring at the other newest instructor, Piotr Rasputin.
Xavier, shook his head, young love, was a complicated thing, and something that he wasn't going to get involved with if he could help it. Plus he had new instructors arriving later on in the morning, so maybe some shut eye before their arrival would be good.