Author's Note: Hey! This is my first X-men fanfic. C & C is appreciated immensely. I'm not sure where i'm going to take this fic right now, I just love the character Rogue. Should it be a Romance? If I did a romance with Rogue, most likely I would want it to be with an unconventional character. There are so many Romy & Rietro fics out there. I kind of like the idea of maybe Rogue/Magneto or Rogue/Logan (I'm sure some of you are gagging right now!) but I don't want to write a typical fic. I emphasize this, if only this, I don't want to write something that's been done before. If you have any ideas for what I could do for this fic, share, please! Review or IM me on AIM J15922
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The light filtered through the curtains as if they weren't even there, falling upon the prone lump on the bed. The lump stirred as if anticipating something, just as the door to the room was thrown open. A girl with her hair pulled back into a ponytail looked as if to shout something at the bed, but the lump threw the covers off herself and the bed, glaring at the figure in the door.
"How many tahmes do ah have to tell yah! Ah'm up!" the girl ground out as she sat up in the bed, mumbling to herself as her gloved hands searched the carpet for something. "Ah don't see why it's necessary tah get up so early. Lahke we can't train in the aftah'noon." Her face softened slightly as she found what she was looking for, a pair of boots. She immediately began putting them on, still under the watchful gaze of the girl in the doorway.
"Look Rogue, I don't like, make the rules. Everybody is supposed to be in the Danger Room in twenty minutes. So, like, hurry." She looked as if to leave the doorway but let out a sigh, finally taking in what the girl called Rogue was doing.
"You slept in your clothes again?!" She shook her head, exiting the doorway without another word.
Rogue grumbled something, though a faint smirk appeared on her lips, knowing not to take Kitty's words to heart. Rogue glanced at the curtained window, rising to her feet to pull them back. As soon as she had, she shielded her eyes from the harsh light. Ah guess they weren't so transluscent aftah'all. She contemplated the sight that met her eyes after a moment of adjustment, a few of the junior x-men were running around the yard, obviously playing around. She didn't fool herself, she knew she wouldn't be able to join in things like that. And why would she want to? Kids prancing around playing tag, but that didn't stop the look of longing from crossing her face momentarily. She snorted, finally turning and exiting the room with a slam of the door.
She was the last to arrive at the Danger Room, stopping before hand to grab a bit of breakfast and taking care of a few morning ablutions. Jean was the first to give her a look. 'Specially reserved for meh, ah know. Rogue wasn't going to say anything, what was a little tardiness? They all were dreading the session anyway.
Storm cleared her throat, standing up from her chair. But before she was able to hand out directions the intercom buzzed.
"Session cancelled. Jean and Scott report to my office, the rest of you are free to go." The voice of Charles Xavier couldn't have been aptly timed. Kitty and Kurt let out a whoop as she phased and he teleported out of the room. Storm gave the remaining three a small smile as she motioned toward the door. Rogue snorted, leaving first for the elevator.
Few thoughts ran through Rogue's mind as she stood in wait in the elevator, but most importantly, What am ah to do tahday? She sighed at the thought, quickly trotting out of the elevator as the doors opened. Kurt and Kitty were waiting for her, both putting on an exagerrated air, tapping their feet and looking at their non-existant watches.
"What, like, took you so long, Rogue! We've been waiting forever."
"Ja, you couldn't of been slower if you dragged Magneto!"
She just rolled her eyes, walking past them toward the front door.
"Ach, leaving without us?!" Kurt spurted out as he teleported in front of her.
Rogue frowned, her arms folding across her chest. "Y'all be leaving me alone, now, ah think. Ah got a day off and ah don't want to be spendin' it at the mall. Why don't ya' go find your girlfriend?" She turned her head to glance back to Kitty. "And you, your boyfriend, ah? Lance is probably lost without yah."
Kitty turned beat red, her head shaking with barely contained fury. "He is not my boyfriend!"
Rogue smirked, walking through the door without another word from either of them. She knew just how to shut them up.
The swing creaked under Rogue's weight, moving gently with her. She was in Bayville Park, the only person on the swings, though there were a few small kids by the slide. Their laughter didn't appear to reach Rogue though, maybe even the creaking escaped her ears. Her eyes were fixed upon the ground in front of her, her feet dragging slightly in the dirt as she moved in the swing.
What's the phrase? Monotony is the mindkiller. So very true. Rogue sighed, lazily looking toward the sky. How long had she been with the X-men? Sure, she lived well enough and everything seemed to be in its place, but in another sense, it wasn't. Rogue was suffocating with the everydayness of her situation. She was a mutant. She was supposed to be living the high life, or atleast living something extraordinary. But she wasn't. Ah go to highschool for god's sakes! Ah don't want this. But it wasn't like she was doing anything about it. If only ah had somethin' to take the edge off. Rogue's eyes flashed with unspoken thoughts and fantasies. Fantasies of her leading an amazing life, travelling, meeting new people, leaving the X-men behind. Maybe even conquering her mutation wasn't so far in the future.
Rogue let out a sigh, jumping from the swing. Fantasies just waste time. Ah'm sure Ms. Perfect would be tellin' me to buckle down and do somethin' worthwhile. Rogue shook her head, shaking her wrists out simultaneously and breaking into a run toward the Mansion.
A pair of eyes that were focused on Rogue flashed at her exit from the park, the bush shaking with the owner's own exit. "Heads up. The Rogue's heading your way."