A/N: I know!!!! I really should be working on my other story, Crystal and Brimstone, or my soon-to-be series of oneshots, When the World Comes Crashing Down, but I just felt like making this one-shot. I'm not sure if I'll add to it, but be warned, it's likely going to be angsty, and either a one-shot, a story, or a series of random drabbles, perhaps a series of one-shots that make up a short story. Please don't shoot me for not updating in so long!! I'm having tons of creative juices flowing, but none of them are for my other stories!!!!
Anyhow, without further ado, I present to you my one-shot, simply titled Spiral.
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It's been so long since she was the Rogue that we once knew. The feisty, fiery Rogue who was a surprisingly good listener. We weren't sure exactly how it happened, but Logan had a good guess of when it started: after Apocalypse had used her. It wasn't so bad while she was helping fight him, or when Gambit kidnapped her, but it got so much worse after she had to absorb Dorian. He was so young, and her powers growing. Those two factors resulted in Dorian(Leech) being in a coma for a few days. He woke up, and was fine, simply a little bit weak, but Rogue went there every day that he was in the hospital.
That was when it got so much worse. She spent most of the time in her room, coming out very little besides training sessions, and then only at night. Her skin became even paler, her eyes rimmed in red beneath the dark eyeliner. She was almost always seen reading a book, listening to her CD player: anything to isolate herself from the world, to keep them from bothering her. Kitty went in there every so often, phasing through the locked door. She always tried to be happy and cheerful for Rogue, but we could see the worry and concern on her face.
She started coming out a bit more, coming to dinner at least and sometimes even watching a movie on 'movie night', the Saturday night where most of the available X-men stay in the den and watch an agreed-upon movie. Of course, then Scott just had to try and get her to open up to him, resulting, unfortunately, in Jean becoming slightly jealous at Scott spending so much time with Rogue, and Rogue not saying a word.
Finally, Scott was extremely frustrated. In a fit of teenage cruelty, he agreed with Jean to play a practical joke of Rogue. No one knew the details, but it somehow went awry. Poor Jamie, who had been in the wrong place at the wrong time, received the full force of Rogue's powers, waking up five days later in the infirmary. Jean and Scott were punished, of course, but they didn't care. They apologized to Jamie, but they refused to apologize to Rogue, and that was what hurt Rogue the most. That, and Jamie had been special to Rogue. He hadn't been afraid of her, and he had always been just bursting with things to talk about, letting Rogue forget her problems in lieu of his. Some people might consider it insensitive; Rogue didn't mind at all, and she felt so awful about hurting him.
She reverted back to the sad, strange Rogue, the Rogue that no one knew. The only time that she came out of her room was at night, once or twice a week, to find new books or to eat, or onto her balcony. If you were on a balcony, you could see her there, and you could almost swear that there was the glint of tears, making their glistening trails on her face. Kitty brought in meals, but they mostly went untouched. She had been changing, doing so well, and then Jean and Scott just had to ruin all of her progress. Most of the X-men were angry, especially Jamie, and when he got out of the infirmary, Jean and Scott were the victim of some rather nasty practical jokes.
It continued, the depression; everyone said to give her time, that she would get over it, but she simply kept spiraling downward, further and further until even she didn't know who she was, spiraling over and over into the darkness.
Logan tried his best: he always understood her better than the other adults. But it wasn't helping enough. It helped some, but she had been fighting that feeling of depression for so long, and it was such a relief to finally give in to them. She had lost the will, the fight. It was there, but just so far buried, so far hidden beneath her thoughts, the people in her head telling her that she couldn't fight it any more.
Then, he came. The man who had tried to kill us all at one point or another, the thief with a thing for cards: the person who was Rogue's best chance. None of us trusted him, especially not Scott, but we all grudgingly admitted that he had the best chance of reaching her. He was one of the few people that he had opened up to, and we all had to admit that the rest of us weren't helping.
We all watched him closely, especially for the first few days that he was here. We had all warned him personally about what would happen if he did anything to Rogue, but there was something in his eyes, something burning in the ruby red, that told us he wouldn't do anything to her.
The first time he tried anything, he was rewarded by being thrown out of a window. That was wonderful, considering she had seemed so apathetic to everything around her. He tried again and again, day after day, and each day he was thrown out the window. Eventually, the Professor simply put some fabric over the broken window instead of replacing it every week.
But one day, Rogue was having an 'attack' again. I'm not sure what you would call it, but her psyches were acting up. Professor X had done his best to wipe all of them out, but absorbing everyone while under Mastermind's control had really messed up her mind.
He went in through the window, like he always did, but she didn't even have the strength to throw him out. She was shaking and trembling, wanting to just give in, lose control, and die. All of her will was going into that, none left for making the effort to be social. He saw all of this, and it hurt him so much, especially knowing that he couldn't make the psyches leave her, so he did the one thing that he could: he just sat there with his arms around her.
She tried to fight, get rid of his embrace, but it had been such a fight, and she was just so tired……..
And that was how our Rogue, our beautiful, painful Rogue, fell asleep in the arms of Remy LeBeau.
It wasn't easy for her to open up--after all, spirals are much harder to climb up than to go down-- but he was there every step of the way. He was almost always close to her, showing his affection in subtle, protective gestures. The old Rogue, she would have just told him to take a hike, but this Rogue wasn't the old one. She was different now, not pretending to be a tough girl, but being tough when it was needed and kind when that was needed. Not to say that she wasn't the prickly, stubborn girl that she had been before, she was just……different, in a way that was almost impossible to explain.
And that is how mein schwester fell in love with a thief.
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A/N: Well, that's it!!! I hope you liked it, and look forward to Fallen #2---Kitty. Yes, even the Valley Girl has some problems. Anyhow, tell me what you think, or just read it and enjoy---whatever floats your sherpa!!! So, until next time!!