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Summary: Different Points of View concerning the cure during the third Movie.


Rogue:Is It Worth It?

I was sitting in the lounge when they first announced it on TV.

A cure for the Mutant Gene.

Was it true? Could it be true? A chance to be free of the curse that everyone is calling a gift.

I run to the Professor's office, and burst in without knocking. He is sitting there with Storm and Logan, who is exchanging glares with a blue-furred mutant that I do not recognize. They exchange looks as I blurt out the question that I so desperately want the answer to.

They pause, and do not speak for a long moment. Then Storm tells me that no, they cannot. Because there is nothing to cure. She walks out of the room, obviously in a bad mood, but Logan gives me a look that I know well. A look that says that he knows where I am coming from, even if nobody else does. That whatever I decide, he will support me.


We are sitting on the lawn as Storm gives a final farewell speech for the Professor. How he died for his dream of Peace, but his memory lives on.

I sit next to Bobby, feeling his hand on my knee. We have been growing apart lately. Avoiding each other. But now we are united in grief.

I bow my head in sorrow, and see my boyfriend take the hand of Kitty Pryde, sitting next to us. Her bare hand. Skin to skin contact.

Touch.

Something I will never have.

Storm finishes her speech and I stand up, walking to the Professor's Grave Marker and placing a rose next to the candle that burns there.


I stand in front of the window of my room and look down at the pond in the garden.

Bobby has frozen the water, and he and Kitty are skating, hand in hand.

They laugh as they skate. He catches her when she stumbles, pulling her close, and holding her there.

Bobby and I would hold each other like that, once. My inability to touch is drawing a line between Bobby and I. Bobby has never pressured me, but he is a guy, a teenaged guy, and I know he wants more, even if he will never say so.

I can't kiss my boyfriend without killing him. Now I see him skating with Kitty, and I have never felt so alone in my life.

I watch for a few moments longer, then turn away.


I have packed my bag, and I am walking down the hall, leaving the Manor. Even if the 'Cure' doesn't work, I want to at least try.

Of course, Logan catches me in the act. "Need a lift, Kid?"

I try to explain before he can stop me from leaving. I tell him how I want all the things that everyone else seems to take for granted. A touch, a hug, a handshake. A kiss.

Logan frowns, and I brace myself for a lecture, but he only asks if I am doing this for some boy.

I blink, surprised, and ask him why he isn't telling me to go back to my room and unpack. Logan gives me this part sad, part amused half-smile. "I'm not your father, Kid. I'm your friend. If you want to do this, just make sure that you do it for yourself."

I smile at him, knowing that he does understand why I want this, and supports me. He is wrong about one thing, though. Logan may be gruff, and has several bad habits like drinking and smoking, but hehas always been protective of me, and if I had to choose a father, it would be him.


I get off the bus, looking around. People are running as a burst of flame comes from nearby. Somehow, I get the feeling that John, the Pyromaniac, Bobby's Ex- best friend, had decided to express his feelings about the Cure.

Even so, I feel strangely detached. Other people's opinion's don't matter to me right now.

The only thing that matters to me is the Cure inside the building in front of me.

My Cure.

My Salvation.

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Author's Note: So, opinions, anyone?

Should I continue, should I scrap the idea? Review and tell me what you think.

Nathalia