Here in Your Arms
((Yay! A Rogue + Me story! I have always adored comics, and loved Rogue. Therefore, I have created a story! I don't own Marvel or any of it's characters sadly, but I will soon:P Thanks!))
The song echoed throughout the narrow hallway, causing all of the students to wake. The southern belle happily turned the music up louder, and listened to the lyrics carefully.
I like where we are
When we drive in your car
I like where we are
Here.
Groaning came from each door in the hallway, and Rogue raced to her door, swung it opened and yelled; "Rise n' shine boys and girls! A week vacation starts now! Don't waste any time!"
'Cause our lips can touch
And our cheeks can brush
Yeah our lips can touch
Here.
At this, students rolled out of bed, some actually hitting the floor. Soon after Rogue had closed her door to change, a young man with washboard abs knocked on her door. "Cheri?" He called, and Rogue jumped in excitement to see her lover, Gambit.
When you are the one
Who only lies close to me?
Whispers 'Hello' I miss you quite terribly
I fell in love in love with you suddenly.
"Remy!" She yelled, opening the doors and embraced him. Remy looked down at her, and they stared at each other for a moment, when Rogue was pulled into a kiss. "It's good to have you home Gambit." She smiled, when their lovey dovey moment was interrupted by a stern look on Rogue's face.
"Excuse me darlin' but ah have someone to take care of." She said, marching down the hallway and banging on the first door. "Kayla! Get yer ass outta bed!" She screamed.
The young woman fluttered her eyes open. It was that dream again. It wouldn't go away. To be honest, it was a nightmare. The flames, the golden objects, it was all a sign of what was yet to come.
Not only has she been having the same nightmare for the last two months, but she has also been experiencing terrible day-dreams. Call them premonitions, but it wouldn't leave her alone.
Sitting up, she blew the red hair that hung down from her face. Her hair was black and a violent red. Shaking the terrifying thought from her head, she grinned at the sudden banging on her door. It was metal, but only to keep her in.
"Come in Rogue." She said, as the southern belle did what she was told. "How yea been feelin' lately, Kayla?" She asked, her emerald green eyes gleaming with worry. "I had the dream again." Kayla told her. Rogue was the only one that Kayla has told about her dreams, not even Professor Xavier.
"You should tell the Prof. He means well sugah." Rogue encouraged. Kayla shook her head, and jumped out of bed. "Remy! Logan! What the hell do you think your doing, standing at MY door, listening to MY conversation?" She screamed at him.
"I don't know." Wolverine shrugged, stepping into Kayla's room with a cigarette glued in his mouth. Rogue coughed, though Logan kept walking towards Kayla's window.
"Take out the damn cigarette in your mouth Logan!" Rogue yelled at him, as Remy appeared in Kayla's doorway. Kayla groaned. "What. The. Hell. This isn't an open house y'know!" Kayla screamed.
"Cher désolé. " Remy apologized, walking in taking the smoke from Logan and throwing it out the window. "Hey bub, that my last one!" Logan yelled. It seemed that Kayla's room was the loudest in the X-Mansion at the moment.
"Anyways, I hear talk 'bout you having these dreams Kayla, warnings mostly." Logan ruffed, and Kayla turned to Rogue with an angry expression. "Darlin' he heard us talkin'. Ah couldn't lie to 'em."
Kayla sighed. "Come on in Professor. I know your there."
A sound of a wheelchair was made, and Charles Xavier entered the loud room. "Kayla, what do you see in these dreams?" He asked out of nowhere. Kayla was concentrating as hard as she could, thinking about her premonitions.
When she looked up, her hazel eyes were gone, instead, they were grey.
"It was the Phoenix."
