Title: Her Destiny
Author: Cyanne76 (cyanne76@excite.com)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters.I just like to borrow them
from time to time
Review: This is my first fanfic, PLEASE REVIEW but be gentle!!! (
Marie sat on the edge of her bed and gazed listlessly out the window. The sky was a dull leaden gray and the air felt as heavy as her heart. She sighed and clutched the tags that hung around her neck. He had only been gone for a year, but it felt to her like a lifetime. In the short time that she had known him, he had brought a sense of stability to her life that was hard to explain, a sense of something constant, and considering that he was inside her head now, it was easy for her to understand those feelings. But it went beyond that even, something deeper and more profound that she couldn't quite explain to others or to herself. She ran her hand through her white-streaked hair and tried to shake off the constant feeling of loneliness. She sighed again and got to her feet, knowing that, like her mother would say, 'A watched pot never boils' She pulled on her ever- present gloves, this time a burgundy pair of opera gloves, and went to join the others in the cafeteria. She sat down at her usual table with Jubilee, Bobby and Kitty and engaged in there meaningless chitchat Her friends were aware of her sadness and tried to keep the topics light and extremely superficial, focusing mainly on school related gossip, who was going out with who, or who broke up with who, whatever the case may be. And although they meant well, and tried very hard to make her feel like she fit in, she didn't nor would she ever. At first she thought it was because of her mutation, not being able to touch, and this is what the others assumed, but only the people who had taken the time to really get to know her as Marie, not Rogue, knew about the deep insecurities and self-doubt that she had. The Professor knew, as did Jean, Scott and Ororo, but her friends didn't. Jean Grey watched Rogue from the table where she sat with Scott, Ororo and the Professor. "She doesn't seem to be getting any better professor" Jean said, her eyes never leaving Rogue "It will take time Jean" The Professor said softly, "She's only been here a year." "I'm worried about her too" Storm reached for her glass "She does not actively participate in any of her classes, she just stares out the window with such a look of despair on her face. It breaks my heart." "She just thinks so little of herself, I have talked to her about it but it didn't do any good" Scott said. "She just thinks she is so worthless, especially now after she discovered her mutation. Nothing seems to help." Charles nodded thoughtfully. "It really is hardly any wonder she feels this way, her self-image has always been very poor as well as having to deal with other emotional problems. But look at what has happened to her during the past year, she put a boy in a coma with a kiss, her parents completely turned their backs on her, and although everyone here truly cares for Rogue," he gestured around the table, "We all tend to physically distance ourselves from her even though she stays covered from head to toe. And that is the exact opposite of what she needs." "All the simple touches that we take for granted and never even really notice, Rogue sees. No one dares give her a hug or put their arm around her or even a simple pat on the back" Jean said. "Of course, she doesn't let anyone come near enough to touch her, she stays so isolated from everyone." "At least she has opened up to us" Storm said hopefully, "That is a start at least" Scott pushed his chair away from the table "We need to continue to keep a close eye on her" he said standing up, "She really needs us to be there for her, especially since she has started having such awful nightmares." "With pasts and memories like Logan's and Magneto's inside her head, I am actually surprised they aren't worse" Jean also stood up. "It is a good thing our rooms are so close to hers, I know having us nearby is some comfort to her" Ororo stood and picked up her tray and followed Scott and Jean out of the cafeteria after a hurried goodbye to the Professor. Charles made no move to follow them, but sat back in his chair and continued to watch Rogue thoughtfully. He didn't see that someone else was watching Rogue intently as well.
Marie sat on the edge of her bed and gazed listlessly out the window. The sky was a dull leaden gray and the air felt as heavy as her heart. She sighed and clutched the tags that hung around her neck. He had only been gone for a year, but it felt to her like a lifetime. In the short time that she had known him, he had brought a sense of stability to her life that was hard to explain, a sense of something constant, and considering that he was inside her head now, it was easy for her to understand those feelings. But it went beyond that even, something deeper and more profound that she couldn't quite explain to others or to herself. She ran her hand through her white-streaked hair and tried to shake off the constant feeling of loneliness. She sighed again and got to her feet, knowing that, like her mother would say, 'A watched pot never boils' She pulled on her ever- present gloves, this time a burgundy pair of opera gloves, and went to join the others in the cafeteria. She sat down at her usual table with Jubilee, Bobby and Kitty and engaged in there meaningless chitchat Her friends were aware of her sadness and tried to keep the topics light and extremely superficial, focusing mainly on school related gossip, who was going out with who, or who broke up with who, whatever the case may be. And although they meant well, and tried very hard to make her feel like she fit in, she didn't nor would she ever. At first she thought it was because of her mutation, not being able to touch, and this is what the others assumed, but only the people who had taken the time to really get to know her as Marie, not Rogue, knew about the deep insecurities and self-doubt that she had. The Professor knew, as did Jean, Scott and Ororo, but her friends didn't. Jean Grey watched Rogue from the table where she sat with Scott, Ororo and the Professor. "She doesn't seem to be getting any better professor" Jean said, her eyes never leaving Rogue "It will take time Jean" The Professor said softly, "She's only been here a year." "I'm worried about her too" Storm reached for her glass "She does not actively participate in any of her classes, she just stares out the window with such a look of despair on her face. It breaks my heart." "She just thinks so little of herself, I have talked to her about it but it didn't do any good" Scott said. "She just thinks she is so worthless, especially now after she discovered her mutation. Nothing seems to help." Charles nodded thoughtfully. "It really is hardly any wonder she feels this way, her self-image has always been very poor as well as having to deal with other emotional problems. But look at what has happened to her during the past year, she put a boy in a coma with a kiss, her parents completely turned their backs on her, and although everyone here truly cares for Rogue," he gestured around the table, "We all tend to physically distance ourselves from her even though she stays covered from head to toe. And that is the exact opposite of what she needs." "All the simple touches that we take for granted and never even really notice, Rogue sees. No one dares give her a hug or put their arm around her or even a simple pat on the back" Jean said. "Of course, she doesn't let anyone come near enough to touch her, she stays so isolated from everyone." "At least she has opened up to us" Storm said hopefully, "That is a start at least" Scott pushed his chair away from the table "We need to continue to keep a close eye on her" he said standing up, "She really needs us to be there for her, especially since she has started having such awful nightmares." "With pasts and memories like Logan's and Magneto's inside her head, I am actually surprised they aren't worse" Jean also stood up. "It is a good thing our rooms are so close to hers, I know having us nearby is some comfort to her" Ororo stood and picked up her tray and followed Scott and Jean out of the cafeteria after a hurried goodbye to the Professor. Charles made no move to follow them, but sat back in his chair and continued to watch Rogue thoughtfully. He didn't see that someone else was watching Rogue intently as well.