[Author´s Notes]: It's another one of my introspective fics. I guess this is called a spoiler, but if you haven't read X-treme X-men up to Issue #18, you're gonna be confused. The remedy? Go buy it, and make lots of money for Chris Claremont. He deserves it. For those of you who have read (or plan to read) my other fics, I thank you. I am constantly checking out my review boxes. On this fic, I love Slipstream. I think he's cool and underrated. In this fic he's feeling sorry for himself. My hope is that he will gain sympathy and eventually be return to the X-men. Don't know what I'm talking about? Go read X-treme X-men issue #18...
[Disclaimer]: Marvel knows I deserve them, but hasn't admitted it yet. Till then, I have to keep writing these stupid disclaimers...
((Slipping Through the Stream)) by Christy S.
I wonder if half way `round the world will be enough. I could get there in a blink of an eye along the warp wave and it wouldn´t make much difference. Wouldn´t make much difference what I do anyways. So I can throw a few bombs over interdimentional invaders. So I can teleport a ways. I can´t change my sister back. I can´t make Ororo love me. And I can´t make Rogue proud of me.
I´m so bloody useless that the only thing I can think to do is run away. Don´t get me wrong, mate. It wasn´t easy--what with my back scarred up and all. That Vargas fellow can cut a pretty mean gash with that blade of his. One of the doctors told me that Rogue killed him. Considering what the man nearly did to my spinal cord, I don´t feel too sympathetic. But and X-man´s supposed to be sympathetic. I learned that much from them, so I guess that´s one more thing proving that I wouldn´t make a very good X-man.
I learned that an X-man´s supposed to be open-minded too. This is where Heather comes in. I can barely stand to think of her. I can barely stand to think of him. Nightcrawler, I mean. I can´t believe he trained to be a priest. What priest would teach him? Or do I just wonder that because I wouldn´t teach him? Looks like I wouldn´t make for a very open-minded priest either.
I guess that would make Ororo my opposite. She´s willing to give anyone and anything a chance. If a man was my enemy, and I had a chance to squash him, I´d do it. But what does Storm do? Takes every chance she can to make him `see the light´ of Xavier´s dream. When his says `no´ for the billionth time, only then does she let him fall. *Let* him fall, not *make* him fall. She´s so beautiful. I´d never have a chance with her. Don´t know why I ever thought bloody otherwise.
Thunderbird´s one other person I´ve failed. When we first met at the beach, I just thought Neal was another guy hitting on Sis.-- Heather....no, I´m not going to think about her anymore.-- He turned out to be one of my best friends. I mean, what bloke lets you cry on his shoulder like a baby when he´s got a planet to save? Guy better than me, that´s fer shore. As much as I´m trying not to think of her, he´s probably at Sis´ side right now, comforting her the way *I* should.
Then there´s Rogue. Her powers are warped, her friends are hurt, her boyfriend´s dying, and she takes the time to tell me I´m special. "You got potential, Slipstream." Yeah right. She sent me to pick up a guy and fly him around for a little distraction, and I can´t even do that without getting my spine ripped out.
My father turns out to be a mafia crime lord, my surfer skills are useless, my sister´s become a monster, and now I´m a deserter. I promised ya I wouldn´t die, Rogue, not that I wouldn´t leave ya. You're not the rogue, girl...I am.
[Finale Author's Notes]: Ok, so it's not as Rogue-focused as my other stories, but still...whata you think? In case you didn't know, I can't hear you. So in order to make your opinion known, your gonna have ta review...
[Disclaimer]: Marvel knows I deserve them, but hasn't admitted it yet. Till then, I have to keep writing these stupid disclaimers...
((Slipping Through the Stream)) by Christy S.
I wonder if half way `round the world will be enough. I could get there in a blink of an eye along the warp wave and it wouldn´t make much difference. Wouldn´t make much difference what I do anyways. So I can throw a few bombs over interdimentional invaders. So I can teleport a ways. I can´t change my sister back. I can´t make Ororo love me. And I can´t make Rogue proud of me.
I´m so bloody useless that the only thing I can think to do is run away. Don´t get me wrong, mate. It wasn´t easy--what with my back scarred up and all. That Vargas fellow can cut a pretty mean gash with that blade of his. One of the doctors told me that Rogue killed him. Considering what the man nearly did to my spinal cord, I don´t feel too sympathetic. But and X-man´s supposed to be sympathetic. I learned that much from them, so I guess that´s one more thing proving that I wouldn´t make a very good X-man.
I learned that an X-man´s supposed to be open-minded too. This is where Heather comes in. I can barely stand to think of her. I can barely stand to think of him. Nightcrawler, I mean. I can´t believe he trained to be a priest. What priest would teach him? Or do I just wonder that because I wouldn´t teach him? Looks like I wouldn´t make for a very open-minded priest either.
I guess that would make Ororo my opposite. She´s willing to give anyone and anything a chance. If a man was my enemy, and I had a chance to squash him, I´d do it. But what does Storm do? Takes every chance she can to make him `see the light´ of Xavier´s dream. When his says `no´ for the billionth time, only then does she let him fall. *Let* him fall, not *make* him fall. She´s so beautiful. I´d never have a chance with her. Don´t know why I ever thought bloody otherwise.
Thunderbird´s one other person I´ve failed. When we first met at the beach, I just thought Neal was another guy hitting on Sis.-- Heather....no, I´m not going to think about her anymore.-- He turned out to be one of my best friends. I mean, what bloke lets you cry on his shoulder like a baby when he´s got a planet to save? Guy better than me, that´s fer shore. As much as I´m trying not to think of her, he´s probably at Sis´ side right now, comforting her the way *I* should.
Then there´s Rogue. Her powers are warped, her friends are hurt, her boyfriend´s dying, and she takes the time to tell me I´m special. "You got potential, Slipstream." Yeah right. She sent me to pick up a guy and fly him around for a little distraction, and I can´t even do that without getting my spine ripped out.
My father turns out to be a mafia crime lord, my surfer skills are useless, my sister´s become a monster, and now I´m a deserter. I promised ya I wouldn´t die, Rogue, not that I wouldn´t leave ya. You're not the rogue, girl...I am.
[Finale Author's Notes]: Ok, so it's not as Rogue-focused as my other stories, but still...whata you think? In case you didn't know, I can't hear you. So in order to make your opinion known, your gonna have ta review...