Disclaimer: Yeah, so I don't own these characters (sadly).
This is my 2nd X-Men fic and I don't usually do slash, but I wanted something different. If you don't like slash, that's perfectly fine, doesn't matter, even though this fic is pretty innocent.
Empty
"Good Morning, Rogue, how did you sleep?" Storm asked, upon Rogue's entrance into the dining hall.
"Alright," she said, sitting down next to her teacher, "But the room feels empty." Like me, she thought bitterly to herself.
Storm nodded, "Well maybe we can find you some sort of room mate, eh?"
"Find somebody that's not afraid of the 'touch and kill' girl and it's a deal."
"Well, we've had a few new students move in this year, though mostly one in the younger grades. How about this, you find somebody you like, so I don't stick you with a possible enemy, and I'll arrange it. Now usually, the double rooms must be gender alike, but if there is a boy you think will be better for you, then I'll work it out."
"Really?" Rogue said hopefully, then sighing fully, "Are you okay with it because you know we can't touch?"
"No, Rogue, I'm okay with it because I trust you," Storm gave her a soothing smile, "Now go pick out our contenders and meet me in my office later to tell me, good?"
"Yeah, thanks," Rogue said, as Storm picked up her tray and walked away, looking back to give her a last reassuring smile. Rogue slumped in her chair and looked around the room. She caught a few people starring at her, looks of fear or hate and she quickly averted her eyes and grabbed her tray of food to dump it in the garbage. She walked down the hall, her pace slow, as she carefully studied the passersby, looking for a possible roommate. She slipped down a different corridor when she saw Bobby and Kitty coming, walking hand in hand. She couldn't take it.
She walked into the large garden area in the back of the school and sat down on a bench, sitting among the flowers and rose bushes.
"Seems that I won't be getting away from emptiness," she whispered to herself, sighing and standing up to go. Rogue came outside a lot, mostly to the gardens and that particular bench, because she knew, it was quiet and isolated from the school.
She didn't isolate herself from the students, they isolated themselves from her. She never spoke much, except to Storm, Hank or Logan. And Warren. He had come to the school a few months ago, around all of the stuff with the cure. It was the times when she received those horrible stares that she wished she had taken the cure, instead of being 'true to herself'. She didn't even know who she was, or how to be true to it.
But she knew how to be alone. She had mastered that so long ago. She just wished she had somebody to do it with her.
Warren talked to her much during the danger sessions, together they'd ponder the weird ways of mutants and talk about all of the commotion going on in the white house. The commotion still going on.
She was up the steps and at the door when she stopped. Warren. He could be her roommate! She nodded and hastily went inside and headed down the hall and up the stairs towards the senior dorm rooms. She got to his room, the door containing a small gold plate. Warren Worthington III. She raised her fist to knock when he heard kissing from inside.
She glanced around to make sure nobody was near and opened the door. She almost feinted when she laid her eyes upon the bed.
Warren and lying on top of somebody, both their shirts off, their bodies pushed tightly against one another. They were kissing so deeply that they didn't notice her standing there, not until she gasped.
"LOGAN?"