A/N: This is my first "X-Men: Evolution" fic. I'm only at Season Two, so no spoilers if you leave a review. Try not to flame. Constructive criticism is a lot better, thanks. Set after episode two of season two ("Power Surge").
Disclaimer: I do not own.
Poisonous Lie
"He told me it was because you knew I would so the same for you. If your powers got out of hand."
Lies. All she heard were lies being whispered in her ears. She knew it too, dark little secrets festering inside, sick and untrustworthy. She'd fed him a lie, and he fed her the same lie until it'd come full-circle, back on the attack.
But she was soft and patient and quiet as she said it. It was hard to be mad at her, hard to be frustrated. The truth sat on her lips, a toxin soaking into her skin like poison, slowly killing her.
She knew it was a lie, perfectly aware. A disgusting little lie, a lie to herself, a lie to keep him happy, a lie to conceal the sick truth. It wasn't for Jean. It was for herself. Saving Jean was really only to keep herself happy.
No. It wasn't because Jean would do the same. It was because Scott cared for Jean, and Rogue knew what losing the telepath would do to him. She just didn't want to see him hurt like that. She never wanted to see him hurt. Never.
Her fists clenched tightly, knuckles turning white as snow beneath the black gloves. She wouldn't get out of hand. Her powers couldn't get out of hand. The only danger would be if her control diminished, but that wouldn't happen, she was sure of it. She didn't need to rely on Jean to take care of her.
No. She could take care of herself. Through gritted teeth, she managed to get out the gravelly words of "No big deal", even though it obviously was behind her dark eyes, the storm of emotions, jealousy, rage, boiled under unsaid words.
"Again, thank you." And she flashed her big, pretty smile and acted like the whole thing would melt away when, in reality, the next second could give way to a complete mental collapse and Rogue would have to deal with it again, tend to Little Miss Perfect. With a tiny wave and that big smile still shining, Jean headed off towards where that cherry red car with the ivory stripes was waiting to be ridden off into the sunset like life was some kind of fairytale, meant for someone who wasn't Rogue.
A slight snarl on her features and the anger and envy still raging behind her eyes, she managed to get away without completely totaling anything. Until she got to her room. Until she laid down on the bed. Until she buried her head in her pillow. Until she screamed her heart out.
Helping Jean, a poisonous lie. She did it for Scott. Only for Scott.
A/N: Constructive criticism is great (: Thanks for reading.
~Sky
