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Rogue's P.O.V. Third Person
Rogue sat in the library, listening to Simple Plan, holding Twilight. But hold your horses, it's not like she actually liked it...more like the idea behind it. However, since a certain red-head had entered the room, she'd been unable to concentrate, re-reading the same line over and over again without knowing it. Sighing, she looked up.
Little-Miss-Perfect was everything Rogue wasn't. Smart, beautiful, popular(before the whole mutant thing got out, anyway), hot boyfriend, could touch...and Jean didn't even realise it. She didn't even realise how...well...jealous Rogue was of her. So Rogue didn't even have a reason to dislike her as much as she openly did. Of course, Jean didn't notice it half the time, anyway, if that much.
Rogue sighed. At least she's quiet, she thought. All the younger one's couldn't go five minutes without something breaking, making a funny noise, or pranking someone. And Kitty and Kurt....well...let's just say that they don't recognize the meaning of privacy. Scott, while being unfairly cute and incredibly sweet at times, couldn't seem to stop sending out his I'm-a-Natural-Born-Leader-Follow-Me vibes. A certain Cajun...well...she was angry at him. She didn't know why, but she'll come up with a reason soon. He annoyed her in an aggravatingly sexy way, was that a reason? Anyway, she was glad that he was on a quick mission with Logan. Half of her wished she was there, too, but the other half of her didn't want to see what would happen.
So, besides the other teachers, Jean and her in the library were a good match. As long as Jean didn't start up a conversation, then everything would be ok. Before she went back to her story, however, she had one last thought...
Then everything went black.
Jean's P.O.V. (Starting at the beginning) Third Person
Jean loved the library. Ever since her power surges had stopped, she felt closer to Rogue, and the library was the only place they both loved to be.
A prickling at her temple shook her from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare, and she glanced at Rogue. Sometimes she just felt so jealous of her. To have all that control over the voices in her head, to be so self-sacrificing, to have a sexy hot Cajun desperately in love with her...if it weren't for Rogue's powers, Jean wouldn't mind...
The prickling suddenly became unbearably painful, and everthing went black.
Remy and Logan's P.O.V. (a few hours later) Third Person
"Shut it, Gumbo. I didn't need your help."
"Oh, dat's right. Monsieur Logan was perfectly capable of takin' on ze Master o' Magnetism all by hiz-self," the cocky Cajun replied.
Growling, the man known as Wolverine lead the way to the mansion while the Cajun chuckled to himself.
Sniffing, Logan headed to the rec room to bust Bobby and Jubes, growling as he smelled the emotions coming off them.
A couple minutes later, he came back, holding Bobby and Jubes by their elbows.
"Danger Room sessions at five, with me, for a week," he snarled as the kids gulped," maybe that'll teach you to keep your hands off each other."
Letting them go, they scurried up the stairs to their rooms. Logan motioned to Remy to follow him.
"Stripes and Red seem to be sleeping in the library. Help me carry them to their rooms."
In the library,there were two girls sleeping soundly. The red-head was resting her head on the table, on top of an open book, seeming like she feel asleep while reading it. Carefully, Logan lifted Jean's head and stuck a bookmark in her place. Picking her up and putting the book on top of her, he proceeded to her room, muttering to Gambit on his way out that this was the one time he was going to let him carry Stripes and nothing better happen.
The other one was sitting in her favorite green chair, her feet hanging over one side. In her lap was also a book, her gloved hand on it, like she was making sure she didn't lose her spot. Putting her bookmark in, Remy found what she was reading and gave an inward groan. Placing her hands in her lap, Remy picked Rogue up and climbed the stairs to her room.