Author's Note: This is completely my own, except the spell which was taken from many a Charmed episode. I decided to have a bit of fun considering my boredom grows ever-so-much, and I've really been needing to get my inner-Rogue out. This doesn't take place at any specific time or anything; to be completely honest, I've only read a few X-Men comics, but with the old cartoon and the multiple websites, I hope I did this well, so don't flame me because I did something wrong... most likely, I know I did it, and I apologize. It's meant to be fun! Also, I'm winging all accents and speech patterns, heh. Enjoy!
Truth of the Heart
Yet again, the young mutant known as Rogue stormed into her room, slamming the door behind herself before leaning back against it and sliding down to sit on the floor, her knees drawn up to her chest as tears trail down her cheeks. She banged the back of her head slightly on the door, muttering to herself underneath her breath. "Ah can't believe it," she repeated in a whisper. "Ah jus' can't believe it."
Sure... she DID break up with Gambit for the 'nth' time since they became teammates in the X-Men; she knew the problems they'd have from the beginning, but every time she wanted to make it work, something reminded her why it couldn't, and that was the excuse for the countless break-ups. Rogue just didn't expect to see Remy already moving on not even four days afterwards and flirting with other women.
"Maybe he nevah loved me," Rogue mused from her seat against the door, her tears still cascading down her face. Her gloved hands raked through her long curls, the white part falling away from her damp face and the brown shuffling behind her shoulders. She grimaced as she thought on her last sentence. She knew it wasn't true; Remy had to have loved her if they got back together so often. "Maybe he don't love me anymore," she corrected herself on a sigh.
The young woman pushed herself to stand up again, and ventured across her room to her low bookcase. She squatted down in front of it, and started pulling out her numerous romance novels. "Where is it?" she pondered. "A-ha." She brought out a small, thick book, its cover worn and fuzzy from age. Rogue went over to her bed, sitting down on the bedspread and crossing her legs. "There's only one way ta find out for sure." She opened the old spell book, flipped through several pages, then found the one she was looking for. "Spell ta hear the truth." Quickly, she went to lock her door, then returned to her seat on the bed, wiping off the tears on her face. "Ah sure hope this works." She took a deep breath, then began to recite the spell.
"For those who want the truth revealed,
open hearts an' secrets unsealed,
from now 'till it's now again,
aftah which the memory ends,
for those who're now in this house,
shall hear the truth from their own mouths."
For a few quick seconds, a light breeze blew around the mutant, a sound of quiet, ringing bells accompanying it. Tiny balls of light swirled around the room, then disappeared through the walls and the floor, everything becoming still and silent once again.
Rogue blinked, shook her head, and mumbled, "Weird." Quickly, she put the book away, behind the romance novels again, and after unlocking it, she cautiously peeked out of her door. No one was in the halls. "Still early an' all," she told herself in a whisper. She took a deep breath, then ventured out of her room.
She made it to the kitchen before running into someone. Jubilee was rummaging around in the fridge for something to chew on. "Hey Jubes," Rogue greeted her before going toward the breadbox on the counter.
"Hey," Jubilee returned, shutting the fridge while munching on a handful of grapes.
Rogue could feel her stare on her as she put some bread in the toaster. After pushing the lever down, she turned toward the younger girl to see her staring at her. "Wha'cha starin' at, Jubilee?" she asked finally on a sigh.
"Just wondering why a mutant with dangerous skin walks around dressed like you do," Jubilee answered bluntly. Both women's eyes widened with surprise. "Oh, wow, Rogue... I-I'm sorry. I don't know why I said that!"
Rogue looked down at her light blue denim shorts and the yellow half-tanktop she wore, and then looked up at Jubilee. "Don't worry 'bout it, sugah," she replied, and turned to fetch her toast. She knew why; the spell had worked on everyone in the house, which meant she would be able to find out the answers to her questions.
On the way out of the kitchen to the dining room, Rogue was almost literally ran into by Wolverine. "Hey darlin', watch where you're going," Logan warned as she steadied herself, then continued into the kitchen.
Rogue turned to watch him as he dug into the fridge. "Watch where AH'M goin'?" she returned, raising an eyebrow at him as he cracked open a soda can. "Ya ran inta me. Where was yar mind, Logan?"
The can poised on his lips, Logan replied, "Thinking about Jean's ass." Jubilee giggled, Rogue rolled her green eyes, and Logan choked on his gulp of Pepsi. "I didn't just say that, did I?" Both women nodded. "Damn... It's just... DAMN!" Logan then stomped out of the kitchen, cursing up a storm.
Speaking of, Ororo was the next person Rogue encountered. She ventured into the dining room to enjoy her toast, and spotted the weather goddess already seated, reading. "Mornin', 'Ro," Rogue greeted.
"Good morning, Rogue," Storm returned, glancing up briefly to smile at her friend before returning her attention to the newspaper in hand.
Rogue sat across from Storm, admiring how well put-together the elder woman always was in the morning; for Rogue, it took until the afternoon to feel anything but groggy half the time. How could Storm do it? "Ya readin' the national news, 'Ro?" the young mutant asked after swallowing a few bites of toast.
"No, the comics," Storm replied. Rogue nearly dropped her toast, and Storm blinked rapidly for a few seconds at the confession.
Finally, Rogue laughed. "So... um, all these years in the mornin', ya've been readin' the comics instead'a the news?"
Storm automatically answered, "Not all the time. Only the past few years have I taken a liking to the morning comics." Again, Ororo blinked in surprise. "This is odd. It is like I have no control over my answers, no urge to shield them."
Rogue, though, was having a delightful hoot over this. After finishing her toast, she asked, "What's yar favorite?"
Storm's eyes flickered from the newspaper to Rogue across the table before returning to the pages in her hand. "Foxtrot."
That had Rogue giggling the entire trek back to the kitchen to wash her plate.
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