Inevitable Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel. I wouldn't be writing this if I did. I'm quite new to writing fan-fiction, and I doubt I'm any good, but this pairing is really in my heart and though the story might have significant plot-holes that conflict with the original X-Men, I ask you to remember that the X-Men universe is VERY, very complicated and hard to follow for a beginner like myself. (Makes me wonder why I have the gall to submit this.) ANYWAY! I hope you enjoy.
Day One: Just another day
We enter on Anna Marie-Codenamed Rogue-, a mutant and student at Xavier's School for Gifted Youth sitting quietly alone within the classroom flipping absently through a book, her mind completely devoid of educational purpose.
"Ain't you ev'a gonna find someone?"
The loud, and ever punctual bell rang through the school and students started to fill the class rooms. Filling the empty seats that surrounded Rogue. She sighed disdainfully as the bright and cheery Jean Grey filled the seat to her left closely followed by Scott Summers. He was so handsome even from behind the Ruby Quarts sunglasses he had to wear, and she so furiously beautiful with her flowing red mane, her perfectly sculpted body. Rouge was mad with jealousy of the blossoming couple. She had heard rumors of the two finally going "All the way". But those were just rumors, weren't they? She'd never have the nerve to ask.
She clenched her pencil with her gloved hand till it splintered and snapped.
Jean's unrefined telepath ability picked up on hostility coming from Rogue. No wonder. She seemed to be in an especially foul mood today.
"What's up Rogue?" Jean asked, undeterred by Rogue's venomous glare.
"Nothin', mind ya business." Rogue replied in her heavy Mississippian accent.
Jean sighed looking back at Scott, the two had gotten his attention long before Jean had noticed and listened in with curiosity.
Scott shrugged his broad, shapely shoulders glancing from Rogue to Jean silently as the teacher entered the classroom with a large mug of growth-stunting coffee and brown, saggy bags under his eyes.
"Just anotha day," Rogue thought wryly.
Lunch was especially cruel for Rogue. The thought of accidentally touching another student while waiting for food was excruciating. It usually resulted in an empty stomach and large headache.
Sitting down at her usual table without lunch she watched with scornful eyes as the other mutants interacted. Her gaze caught hold of Iceman, he'd shown interest in her a few months back, but she decided to cut ties with him after he kissed Kitty. She quickly left her gaze wander and sighed sitting back in the uncomfortable plastic chair. Hearing the din of the lunchroom wasn't very pleasant. It was too happy, too mindlessly bothered with assignments; rumors that meant someone had betrayed another. Filled with"What to and what not to wears"; clothes made the person anyway, right?
Finally sick of it and their smiling faces she walked out clutching her fists. Jean watched Rogue leave with a frown then Scott tucked his arm around her waist and she giggled.
Rogue puffed at her white bangs angrily trudging to her next class through the courtyard.
"They're all stupid!" She grumbled, confiding loudly into the seemingly empty courtyard as she passed a tree swaying in the light breeze. But much to her surprise she got a thickly Cajun response from beneath the tree she passed.
"Deh isn't all bad, Chere."
Rogue whipped around at the voice and was met with blazing black and red eyes.
She scowled folding her arms determinately, "If ya think that ya must be new here stranguh."
She noted his greatly sculpted chin smirk as he retorted, "You right 'bout dat, Chere."
She shook her head looking back at the double doors of the cafeteria, "Which part, honeh, the part where you're a stranguh, or the part were they all idiots?"
He laughed, his thick shoulders clad in dark leather shook with delight at her sharp humor.
"A little of both, Chere." He answered, but not in detail.
She shook her head, her dark hair bobbed about on her shoulders as he stepped out from under the shady tree and offered his hand.
She recoiled stepping back, " You don't wanna do that, shug."
He paused, his hand froze mid reach, he look like an oddly placed mannequin, "Why be dat, Chere?"
She wasn't at liberty to tell him. Her morals and heart was too strong to open to a stranger. But something about him; was it the way he looked at her, his keen eyes, his muscular frame draped with leather? She could already tell he had his way with women. She could feel her guard breaking. It infuriated her.
"I'm not gonna tell you, Shug. Not till you tell me what you doin' here."
He nodded drawing back his hand. It rested above his pectoral muscle making his stance seem regal. She would have swooned being another girl. But turns out she was still the untouchable Rogue.
"I'm here to…" He paused with a grin. Her fists raised ready for an assault. He noticed she wasn't too sloppy in her stance; who had trained her? "Old Remy's here to teach, Chere."
She scoffed skeptically, "You expect me to believe you, Shug?"
The man nodded with a teasing obeisance, "'Course I do, Chere, don't you trust Remy?"
She laughed at the audacity, "I trust you 'bout- much as a fox in a hen house."
He smiled nonchalantly, "May be for best, Chere."
Something about him made her tense, but something he stirred up deep inside made a chip in the ice.