Author's Note: For Marissa with the prompt fog. Set after Cajun Spice and told from Rogue's perspective. The title is a Shakespeare quote from Hamlet. Unbeta'd, sorry, but feel free to poke if edits are needed! :) Cheers.
Note2: Edited 09/05/12. Did some clean-up here and there and changed this to present tense but all plot elements remain unchanged.
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the lady doth protest too much, methinks
by Bether
It's so annoying the way the fog reminds her of him. Actually, a frustrating amount of things remind Rogue of that jackass—seriously, what the fuck subconscious?—but today it's foggy, so that was the thing she's focusing on today.
Because she doesn't like him. She doesn't. He's an annoying Swamp Rat with a stupid Cajun accent that makes him sound mentally deficient who fancies himself all charming, which he so is not. Not to mention the jerk used her for his own gains. (Doesn't matter that she'd needed it or that he'd apologized or that he'd actually seemed to understand her at least a little bit. Not at all.)
So the fog blows. And also school is lame and Kitty's yammering is seriously annoying (except that it isn't actually that bad most of the time) and Kurt's ridiculously perky attitude sort of makes her want to scratch her eyes out (although she can kind of understand that because he doesn't have to wear his image inducer all the time when it's foggy out and hiding who you are sucks a lot) and…
Wait, wait. She's totally off track here. The point is that she's frustrated because dumb shit is reminding her of Gambit, not relatively content because she has a little brother and best friend and her life isn't total crap anymore. Right. Because she still can't touch anyone and that pretty much trumps everything else because, hello, she can't touch anyone.
And now the weather's against her, too. Because she really doesn't like the fog for all of the aforementioned reasons (but especially because of the stupid Gambit thing). Honest. And she definitely doesn't smile at all ever when she catches sight of the card he'd given her for luck. That'd be just plain dumb. And she's no dumbass.
Right. Jeez and she wonders why nobody people hardly ever buy the loner part of her Goth thing anymore. She's seriously going soft as her teenage years wane. She needs to do something about that asap otherwise people might start trying to hang out with her and stuff and who needs that shit? It's already bad enough that she can't shake Kitty and Kurt.
Only that isn't actually a bad thing, not really. (Even Queen Jean is kind of like whatever now. And that has nothing to do with the the non-crush thing she had on Scott being totally gone now, either—which is in no way related to Gambit at all because she doesn't like him. It was all just some sort of weird coincidence or something. Seriously. It is.)