AN: I own nothing but Ms Hudgins-- and who would want to own her really? I really want to own the X-Men, do you think if I've been good this year Santa will give them to me?
Enjoy the story, and please, if you have any suggestions to add to the story, don't be afraid to send them to me. They just might be better then my own.
The crowd was growing restless. She had known that Pietro was going to get boo-ed off stage. Who really believed that performing cheap magic tricks in a High School talent show was going to go over well?
Rogue looked behind her toward the faculty advisor of this event, Ms. Hudgins looked right back at her with a grin. If Rogue had any choice in the matter, she wouldn't be there getting ready to go on stage. But it wasn't her choice. Ms. Hudgins was the drama teacher at Bayville High, and it just so happened that Rogue never really went to drama class.
Hudgins told Rogue that if she won the talent show, she would be willing to ignore all the absences and give her an 'A' in the class.
It didn't help that her "father figure" had just told her that she was slacking and until she showed a marked improvement she'd have double Danger Room sessions with just him.
Gawd, Logan really knows how to motivate someone. Rogue mused looking over at her "family" in the crowd. Logan sat with his arms crossed over his broad chest probably wishing he was able to smoke, Professor Xavier was in the aisle (he was wheelchair bound) looking politely up at stage. Ororo Munroe sat between the two men calmly staring at the stage. The other students who lived with her at the institute were sitting on the other side of Logan showing various stages of boredom on their faces.
Jean and Scott sat side by side trying to be a good example for the other mutants, but it wasn't working considering the two were talking telepathically. Kurt and Even were probably plotting a prank that the two of them could pull on the residents of the institute, those two were just trouble when paired together unsupervised. Kitty just sat with her chin resting in the palm of her hand blowing a bubble.
Rogue had no desire to go up on stage and embarrass herself in front of the general population of Bayville. She'd been there for three years already, and still most residents wouldn't talk to her, and that's how she liked it.
"You ready Rogue?" Ms. Hudgins asked from right behind her. Focusing back on stage she noticed that Pietro was taking his bow, to many boos. "Take a deep breath, have a good time."
"Thank you Pietro the Great, for that wonderful show." The MC said to be polite. He looked like he would rather have been stuck in a room with nails on a chalkboard for hours that to watch that 'talent' ever again. "Next up is Rogue. So please, put your hands together for her."
Rogue stepped on stage and everyone noticed a big difference in her. She had forgone her typical Goth make-up and applied just some black eye liner to bring out the green in her eyes more than normal. She stood before them wearing a pair of dark blue jeans with rips on the knees, through the rips, they could see fishnet stockings. She was also wearing a red corset with leather stitching; her arms were bare of gloves.
Turning her back to the crowd they noticed two black lined angel wings spread on her shoulder blades. Then the music started, all the whispering stopped.
Won't someone tell me what has happen to me
Why am I so misunderstood
Why can't they see
Now I'm caught between the devil and the angel
That I used to be
They say I'll understand it all in good time
But age ain't nothing but a number in my mind
Goin' crazy with this push me pull me
Caught between wrong and right
Rogue's voice rang out over the auditorium, crowd was mesmerized. This was the same girl they saw every day at school refusing to have any company.
"Damn, she's hot!" Michael, one of the school's football players, breathed nudging the person beside him. He had never paid any attention to her before because of the attitude she projected.
I wanna give in to the woman in me
I wanna be someone they don't want me to be
The moral of the story is I got no choice
I must not chase the boys
I started writing down my deepest secrets
Seven days a week of truth and fantasy
Got the feelin' that the way my life is
Got to be prepared for changes
"Dude, your sister can work it out!" Evan whispered to Kurt. They had known her for the last three years and never once did she ever mention the fact that she could sing. Then again she never shared anything about herself voluntarily.
Won't someone tell me what has happen to me
Why am I so misunderstood
Why can't they see
Now I'm caught between the devil and the angel
That I used to be
I wanna give in to the woman in me
I wanna be someone they don't want me to be
The moral of the story is I got no choice
I must not chase the boys
Lance Alvers and the other members of the Brotherhood watched as their former team mate sang. Lance looked to his left and saw that both Toad and Fred had their mouths hanging open. But with Toad that was a normal sight- he liked to eat flies. But Lance assumed it was because they were watching the girl that has beaten their butts so many times in the last three years sing on stage. And looking gorgeous while doing it!
I wanna go left but they tell go right
Don't wanna be the little girl they kissin' goodnight
The moral of the story is I got no choice
I must not chase
They can try to make me write a thousand lines
But that won't ever change the way I feel inside
They've got their opinions but I just don't care
Cause that's not what I wanna hear
Scott knew that Rogue had a crush on him, he had never once believed that he might one day feel the same. He knew next to nothing about her, and what they did know, had made him wary of her in the beginning. Now listening to her open up, even with just the song, he felt something stir. He felt love for the girl, he considered himself lucky to be able to see the real Rogue.
I, I must, I must not chase the boys
I, I must, I must not chase the boys
I must. I must, I must not…chase…the boys
I wanna give in to the woman in me
I wanna be someone they don't want me to be
The moral of the story it I got no choice
I must not chase the boys
Logan doesn't care about a lot of things, but that girl on stage he figured was as close to his daughter as he was ever going to get. He had never felt such pride as he did watching her relieve her feelings into the song.
I wanna go left but the tell me go right
Don't wanna be the little girl they kissin' goodnight
The moral of the story it I got no choice
I must not chase…
The crowd was stunned. Some wondered if this was the same girl they had seen in the halls or around town the last three years. On stage she didn't seen quite so angry as she did normally. But maybe that was just a front.
…The boys
Rogue whispered the last words to the song and walked off stage even before the crowd realized the song was done. It had felt good to get back on stage again. She never realized how much she had missed it these last three years. Maybe, she won't stop again.
"And the winner of the Bayville High Talent Show is…..Rogue!" The MC announced. Everyone waited for her to come back on stage, but Rogue had already left the building. She didn't need a trophy to tell her that she had done a good job. She knew she had, and that was all that mattered.
In the very back of the auditorium sat a woman with white hair and pure sight-less eyes. It seems as though Destiny wasn't done messing with Rogue.