Disclaimer: many people say to me "You don't own x-men evolution…" and to this I reply "No shit Sherlock and weren't we just talking about what we were going to eat… how the hell did that come up?" actually no one has ever said that to me but o well you know I can dream can't I? Anyways Marvel and Kids WB own the rights to X-men evolution.
A/N: Sooooooooooooooooooooooo um I just wanted to see what I would write if I made a fic under the guidelines that Rogue NEVER joined the X-men. She didn't seem like X-men material to me for some reason (maybe it's that a lot of them are so preppy it hurts) …… I think she may actually end up as an Acolyte (gotta love Remy).
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Takes place during The Turn of the Rogue~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Rogue felt almost detached from her body as Wolverine lifted her effortlessly into the Blackbird. The hatch closed and she was trapped with them, with the x-men.
The one with white hair, Storm Rogue mentally reminded herself, was kneeled over Scott's unconscious body attempting to tend to his head wound. Rogue curled up in the furthest corner away from the weather witch and her fellow x-men, trying to remain unnoticed for as long as possible. Unfortunately Wolverine would have none of this and walked, in what Rogue considered to be a fair imitation of his namesake, towards her.
"You with us or against us, kid?" He said in his gruff voice, which seemed to echo in his throat like a growl. Whimpering slightly at the thought of being sent back into that frozen wasteland Rogue looked up at him.
"If ah say no are you gonna throw me out of this plane?" Desperately the southerner tried to keep her voice from trembling.
"Naw kid, either we have earned your trust by now or we haven't" He said so nonchalantly that Rogue almost lost her immense fear of him.
Looking down at her feet as if asking them for an answer Rogue sighed. She knew the truth now, she knew it had not been them trying to kill her and it had only been Mystique, but this did not excuse the fact that they had used her as an enemy in one of their training simulations. To them she was the enemy, so how could she ever trust them if they didn't even think of her on the same side.
Rogue did not move her eyes from her feet as she slowly shook her head, her white bangs blocking her view of their reactions. She heard a sigh from Logan and a brief protest from Storm but it was cut off by another mans eloquent voice.
"Let her be Ororo, it is her choice." And with that it was over and the normal sounds that usually accompanied a plane flight resumed. Rogue sighed slightly from her corner hoping she had not made the wrong choice.
The plane flight was only half way over and Rogue was already miserable. Her clothes were soaked through with snow, and the metal floors of the Blackbird did not offer much in the way of warmth. Plus to top that all off the plane seemed to have the AC constantly blowing right on her. The only reason Rogue didn't move was that she had finally managed to warm up some areas of her soggy clothing creating small patches of heat that would disappear if she changed position.
Silently Rogue shivered in her corner, trying to prevent her teeth from chattering to hard and bringing notice to her. (I know I know the worlds smallest violin is playing in the background right?) He coats damp surface offered no help in warming her numb body, and Rogue silently cursed it as she tried to fall asleep.
Xavier looked back from the front of the jet to the auburn haired teenager who, despite her best efforts, was shivering more then enough to be noticeable. Concern gripped at the professor's heart as he looked at the girl who was the same age as his own students.
*Ororo can you please give this to our young guest?* with this Xavier handed the resident goddess a thick gray blanket which had a black X logo in the middle of it. Nodding Storm went over to the freezing girl and knelt down.
"Here child, warm yourself, we still have a quite a ways to go before we are back in Bayville." To this Rogue looked up, her skin almost more pale then normal adorned with her shivering lips which Ororo could tell despite the girl's lipstick had long since turned blue. The southerners emerald eyes fell to the blanket being offered to her by the wind-rider. She opened her mouth to say thank you but the older woman's smile assured her that she didn't need to utter a word.
Rogue wrapped the blanket securely around her as Storm stood and walked back to her seat. The southerner looked to the front of the plane wondering why they were being so nice to her if she had already said she didn't want to be part of they're team.
As the heat returned to her body Rogue's eyelids began to droop, blocking her emerald eyes from view. Her muscles relaxed and she leaned back heavily against the corner she was curled up in. Finally after a halfhearted battle on the teenager's part Rogue succumbed to sleep.
It was not a pleasant sleep in the least for the southerner, for her dreams we laden with sickening images of assassinations and double crosses. All of the memories were courtesy of the treacherous shape-shifter, Mystique.
It was almost a relief when Wolverine nudged her shoulder and gently growled at her to get up. Numbly Rogue blinked, unwilling to leave the warmth the blanket had provided her.
"Come-on kid, I'm gonna drive you home." Rogue looked up at him slightly surprised but decided it was better if she just followed his instructions. He motioned for her to follow him, and she did had he bade, leaving her blanket on the floor of the jet.
The X-van pulled up to the Brotherhood house 20 minutes after the Blackbird touched down. Rogue unbuckled her seatbelt and was about to open the door when Logan spoke again, the first time since they were on the plane.
"Rogue, if you change your mind about this Brotherhood thing, you are always welcome at the mansion. This doesn't have to be your home, or your team, permanently."
"Thanks, but this isn't my home. I don't have a home…at least not anymore" And with that she pulled the heavy door open, closed it, and made her way to the large dilapidated manor. Logan just shook his head as he watched her go, very unnerved (or as unnerved as Logan could get) about someone so young having no hope in their life. He took a half smoked cigar out of his front shirt-pocket and chewed on it slightly as he started to pull the van away.
Rogue stepped into the house and was immediately overcome with its musty smell. Ignoring the light headed feeling she was getting from the sent she trudged upstairs to her room and closed her door. After double-checking the lock was working she bent down and blindly groped under her bed for her faded-green army duffle.
Placing it on the bed she began collecting her clothes and other belongings that were in the room, rolling anything even slightly fragile in layers of cloth. She took out her savings, which amounted to a messily 273 dollars and stashed a quarter of the wad in her boots, some in her bag, and still more in her bra; leaving only a twenty in her wallet. Finally the room was empty except for one thing, which was lying on her dresser, the communicator the X-men had given her in the graveyard the fateful night she had gotten her powers. She picked it up, letting its heavy metal body weigh down her gloved hand. Sighing lightly she knew she could never escape this town if she kept any reminders, and all she really wanted to do was escape. Picking up her bag she walked towards her door, but stopped right before it at the wire-mesh wastepaper basket. She opened her hand and let the communicator fall into it with a paper muffled, THUMP.
Closing her eyes Rogue unlocked and opened her door, heading down the stairs towards her freedom: freedom from the senseless fighting, freedom from the conflict, but most of all freedom from the smell of this godforsaken house, which had confined her for months. She placed her hand on the knob of her personal prison and tuned it slowly letting the its cool surface reassure her that she wasn't about to wake up from this wonderful dream with Toad jumping into her room chasing a fly or Lance creating an earthquake out of anger.
Smiling silently as the breeze hit her through the open doorway and banished the dank smell of the mansion she took what felt like her fist step onto Bayville's soil. Her heavy black boots kicked up dust as she trudged her way down the driveway and onto the main street. She stopped only once to stare back at the sign the stood almost ominously in front of the manor reading, The Brotherhood of Mutants; laughing out loud at the absurdity of that statement she went on her way to her new life.
"Well I guess I really am a rogue now…", she said laughingly to no one.
Well…………..hope you liked it……….I thought it sucked personally……….OMG MY MOM IS HAVING A NERVOUS BRACKDOWN AT THIS MOMENT!!!!!!! um……whimper……she is being really loud…sigh…….bad environment to write in…..well read and review (damn mom is yelling at me now). Please tell me what you think……..does it suck….is it good? if I does suck please tell me nicely…um….thanks?