She walked through the gardens for the first time in two years. She'd been
gone a long time.in felt like an eternity. Things looked exactly the same
as they did before the school was invaded. Before she left.
She had spent the past two years with Mystique. Why? That was an excellent question. She didn't know why. Especially now, after so much had happened. So much had changed her. It wasn't something she wanted to recall, but it was always there. Carol was always in her head.
It was time to focus on something else. She was finally home. Where she belonged. Now it was time to see if everyone else felt the same way.
She exited the garden and walked up the winding path to the entrance of the mansion. There was no one around, probably because it was lunch time and the middle of February. She pulled open the heavy door and stepped into the warm building. She was greeted by the old, musty scent of the school. Still had the same old smell.
Before she could decide what to do first, a young man came charging down the stairs to her right. She watched him, setting her bag down next to the door. His face was unfamiliar, but intriguing. He was lean and muscular and had reddish-brown hair that was uncontrolled by anything. Suddenly, he noticed her, and stopped abruptly at the bottom of the steps.
"Well, hello, cherie. Where' you come from?" he asked in an accent she wasn't quite familiar with. It sounded almost Cajun. He bagan to approach her, and she realized that she hadn't answered him.
"Ah'm lookin' for the Professor," she replied, ignoring his inquiry.
"I'll take you," he said, offering his arm.
"Ah can walk on mah own. Ah don't need yah' arm ta hold me up," she said with a sort of smile.
"Jus' a common courtesy. I'm Remy. Whah's your name?" he asked leading her to the professors office.
"Rogue," she answered, as they reached the office. He knocked on the door, then opened it. When the Professor saw her, he put down the term paper he was reading.
"Well, Rogue, it's about time you came back to us. Remy, will you please excuse us?" He asked Remy who was leaning against the doorframe staring at Rogue. He silently left and the Professor continued.
"How was your stay with Mystique?" he asked motioning for her to sit down.
"Ah shoulda known you'd figure out where ah was," she said, sitting in the chair across from him. He smiled at her and she continued. "Ah don't know why ah went. It's just that when Jean disappeared, ah realized that ah didn't really have much of a purpose. Ah don't know, that sounds really stupid. Ah'm just so sorry ah ever went. Ah'm changed now. Ah'm a different person than the one you knew two years ago." She looked down at her gloved hands.
"It's true. You have changed, Rogue, but don't think that it's a bad thing. I sense that you are much stronger now. Physically and emotionally- " he stopped, and his attention turned to the open door.
It was Bobby. "Sorry to interrupt Prof- Rogue?" He asked in disbelief when he saw her. She turned to face him. He stared at her face. She looked so much older now. When she had first left, he felt so alone.so betrayed. He loved her, and she abandoned him, much like his own family. Now she was back, sitting right there in front of him.
"Bobby.Hi," she said, not being able to come up with anything even remotely appropriate for this situation.
They both just stared.
She had spent the past two years with Mystique. Why? That was an excellent question. She didn't know why. Especially now, after so much had happened. So much had changed her. It wasn't something she wanted to recall, but it was always there. Carol was always in her head.
It was time to focus on something else. She was finally home. Where she belonged. Now it was time to see if everyone else felt the same way.
She exited the garden and walked up the winding path to the entrance of the mansion. There was no one around, probably because it was lunch time and the middle of February. She pulled open the heavy door and stepped into the warm building. She was greeted by the old, musty scent of the school. Still had the same old smell.
Before she could decide what to do first, a young man came charging down the stairs to her right. She watched him, setting her bag down next to the door. His face was unfamiliar, but intriguing. He was lean and muscular and had reddish-brown hair that was uncontrolled by anything. Suddenly, he noticed her, and stopped abruptly at the bottom of the steps.
"Well, hello, cherie. Where' you come from?" he asked in an accent she wasn't quite familiar with. It sounded almost Cajun. He bagan to approach her, and she realized that she hadn't answered him.
"Ah'm lookin' for the Professor," she replied, ignoring his inquiry.
"I'll take you," he said, offering his arm.
"Ah can walk on mah own. Ah don't need yah' arm ta hold me up," she said with a sort of smile.
"Jus' a common courtesy. I'm Remy. Whah's your name?" he asked leading her to the professors office.
"Rogue," she answered, as they reached the office. He knocked on the door, then opened it. When the Professor saw her, he put down the term paper he was reading.
"Well, Rogue, it's about time you came back to us. Remy, will you please excuse us?" He asked Remy who was leaning against the doorframe staring at Rogue. He silently left and the Professor continued.
"How was your stay with Mystique?" he asked motioning for her to sit down.
"Ah shoulda known you'd figure out where ah was," she said, sitting in the chair across from him. He smiled at her and she continued. "Ah don't know why ah went. It's just that when Jean disappeared, ah realized that ah didn't really have much of a purpose. Ah don't know, that sounds really stupid. Ah'm just so sorry ah ever went. Ah'm changed now. Ah'm a different person than the one you knew two years ago." She looked down at her gloved hands.
"It's true. You have changed, Rogue, but don't think that it's a bad thing. I sense that you are much stronger now. Physically and emotionally- " he stopped, and his attention turned to the open door.
It was Bobby. "Sorry to interrupt Prof- Rogue?" He asked in disbelief when he saw her. She turned to face him. He stared at her face. She looked so much older now. When she had first left, he felt so alone.so betrayed. He loved her, and she abandoned him, much like his own family. Now she was back, sitting right there in front of him.
"Bobby.Hi," she said, not being able to come up with anything even remotely appropriate for this situation.
They both just stared.