Disclaimer: All characters belong to Marvel, I own nothing.
I know this story arc has been done tons of times, but I thought I'd give it a go.
This is my first fanfiction in a good, long while, and my first X-Men fanfiction ever. So please, be gentle.
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It had been a month since Rogue had received the Cure, since Jean's death, and Storm was doing everything she could to keep Professor Xavier's dream alive. Some days, many of them felt as if they could not go on. On other, happier days, Storm saw it as a new opportunity. Even though Jean, Xavier, and Scott were gone, there was a new generation waiting to carry the Professor's ideals and values with them as they made their place in the world. Mutants who were willing to continue his work – and in that small way, Storm knew, the Professor was still with them.
Rogue had felt a little guilty about coming back – to a school for mutants when she no longer was one. Storm allowed her to stay, knowing she had nowhere to go – and now that they had lost a few teachers, perhaps she could receive her certification and stay on staff.
And, despite grieving for those they had lost, it had been a wonderful month for Rogue. At first, she was still tentative about touching Bobby – it wasn't easy to set aside years of being afraid of her own skin. But holding hands had gradually given way to embraces, heated kisses stolen in the courtyard when no one was looking. After four amazing weeks, it seemed as if their once- distressed relationship had been repaired.
Until the day she nearly killed him.
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I'll have an update for you quickly, I promise!