Rogue looked out the window, nervous. She saw all the new kids coming in for the new school year. She knew Professor X would be so proud. She wished he was here, everything would be perfect then. She didn't miss Scott or Jean half as much. She was sorry they were gone, of course, but she hadn't really known them. She felt bad for Logan. He had loved Jean so much.
She knew what it was like to love someone. She also knew what it was like to not be able to be with the person she loved. She looked down at her hands. Yes, she really did understand. She hoped Bobby would understand.
Bobby. The reason she had sought out the cure. True, he had never said anything. But, he must have wanted a girlfriend that he could touch without being left breathless. Literally. It had taken seeing how he had looked holding Kitty that had made her realize how much he wanted to be able to touch her.
It wasn't that he loved Kitty. No, Rogue knew that Bobby loved her. But, he had enjoyed holding Kitty. He missed being able to hold a girl. No matter what he told himself, Rogue knew that. That's why she had gone for the cure.
It was because she had loved Bobby so much. She wanted to make him happy. And if he could never even touch her, he might get bored. Oh, he would try to stay interested. He might even be able to convince himself that he didn't mind. But, Rogue would always know otherwise. As long as she had her powers, they could be completely happy. At least, that's what she told herself.
She nearly had convinced herself that she was right. That it was a good thing to take the cure and become a homo sapien. That, if she did everything, would be perfect. She thought that right up to the moment she walked through the doors of the building.
Looking back now, she almost regretted her choice. What if she had been wrong. What if Bobby wouldn't understand her reasons. What if he wouldn't accept her anymore. She heard someone coming down the hall. She stayed still, seeing it was Bobby. He passed her room.
He abruptly came back, doing a double-take. "Rogue," he said, sounding almost as if he couldn't believe his eyes.
She stood up. "I'm sorry." She reached out a hand. "I couldn't do it." He took her gloved hand, unhesitatingly.
It was his smile, however that reassured Rogue. It was instantaneous. As soon as she had spoken it had come out. As bright and beautiful as sun reflecting off of ice.