AN: Okay, so I wrote part of this after reading the novelization of The Last Stand, which is quite different from the movie. I did edit most of it so it tied in better. The only change is that Psylocke did not die in the battle and is now a member of the X-Men team. If I didn't do this, I would have one pout-y best friend on my hands.
It takes place a few months after the events of The Last Stand. If you don't want to be spoiled, wait until you see the movie before reading any further.
This story deals mostly with Rogue and her decision to take the cure. She also learns some pretty important things about her past. It will definitely be Rogue/Gambit in the end.
As for Logan and Storm, they're friendship grows stronger and there may be a little couple-age by the end.
Disclaimer: Don't own, blah, blah, blah…
Chapter 1: What's in a name?
White.
Devoid of color.
Boring…
Rogue mused as she brushed her hair in the mirror. She sat at the vanity in her bedroom, staring at the bold, white streak in her hair. She didn't dare dye it. It was part of who she was now. It stood for what she was.
It's sassiness toiled amongst waves of lush, dark brown hair. Rogue.
Although, her life did go along with her last thought at the moment. Boring.
After replacing her brush on the vanity, she stood to stare out the window. The sun's vibrant rays sifting in through the half-opened curtains. She thought of last summer and the fulfillment that it held.
Bobby.
Yes, once again, in the way of romance, Rogue was alone. I can't be a Rogue with a boyfriend, can I?
Bobby and Rogue had decided to go their separate ways after M-Day. Storm had asked her to take on a much larger roll in the school, teaching, and Rogue had thought it unfair to ask Bobby to have the patience to work himself around her schedule. She did love Bobby, but she couldn't handle the frustration anymore. Even with out her powers, she just wasn't happy. Not like she thought she would be.
He'd called last night from his parents house in Boston. He'd been thrilled to tell her that not only was his dad fighting for Mutant Rights, his brother Ronny had recently told him that he was gay. "Ironic, huh?" Bobby had asked her.
She shifted her attention to the motorcycle parked on the drive. Now, why didn't I notice that before? She raised an eyebrow, not recognizing the bike as belonging to anyone on campus. After all, Logan's bike was parked in the garage and Scott's… Well, she didn't want to think about that.
A man in a long, black trench coat sat on the stairs in front of the double doors of the mansion. His long, brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, untamed wisps floating aimlessly amongst the breeze. He took a long drag on the cigarette balancing on his lips. Is dis de right t'ing? He thought to himself. He hadn't called ahead. If she had known he was coming, she would have made a big deal out of it. Readying a room for him, arranging dinners for his comfort. He didn't want her to go to all that trouble. He didn't plan on staying long enough.
Dis place looks good enough for now, he mused. Jus' until I can get m'self back on m'feet somewhere else.
AN: Okay, I promised myself that I'm not going to end with so many author's notes anymore. So I'm only going to say this once: Please tell me what you think, like it, hate it, questions, whatever. But be nice. My muse is fragile. And very fickle for that matter…
M-Day- The battle of The Last Stand