Title: A World of My Own
Rating: Eventually R/mature.
Pairing: Scott/Rogue
Spoilers: X:1
Disclaimer: I own nothing… Stan Lee and Fox, and whoever else own the X-Men.
A/N: So, I'm a bit of an Age of Apocalypse fanatic, and I really love evil prelate Scott. I'm not actually sure why but I just find that version of him so hot. So, I had a thought. What if when Magneto left Xavier, Scott went with him and joined the Brotherhood. Which, totally made me rethink the rescue scene in the beginning of X:1. Basically, this is a Scrogue plot bunny on crack.
"You should put your seatbelt on." Rogue prompted Logan as the camper bounced along the road. As much as Rogue was grateful that Logan had agreed to let her travel with him, and had given her his only snack, she couldn't help but feel nervous as they traveled along the highway. There were trees as far as Rogue could see and she couldn't help but take that as a negative sign. Something was wrong. She just didn't know what.
Logan looked over at her, rolling his eyes. "Look, kid," He began. "I'm-"
But what Logan was, Rogue had absolutely no idea, for at that moment, a tree was hurled into the camper, bringing it to a sudden stop with Logan flying haphazardly through the windshield and some dozen yards out into the field next to them. Panic washed through Rogue as she saw the angle at which his body landed, and the blood on his head. Frantically, she tugged on her seatbelt, only to find the lock completely crushed in, leaving her seatbelt firmly attached, and Rogue stuck. Suddenly, she was acutely aware of the smell of oil, and turned in horror just as a flame came to life in the back of the camper.
Across the field, Logan slowly climbed to his feet, cracking his neck as he did so. As much as he was grateful for his mutation, the whole getting injured in the first part thing hurt like a bitch. "Are you okay, kid?" He yelled out, as he approached her, feeling the wound on his head slowly heal itself. As he took another step towards her, he groaned as she merely stared at him, taking in his mutation in awe. "Kid, are you okay?" He repeated, the annoyance more than obvious in his voice.
"I'm stuck!" She finally yelled to him, struggling against the seatbelt as though to emphasize her point.
Before Logan could reach her, he was attacked from behind, landing on the ground with Sabertooth on top of him. As he struggled with the beast, he tried to catch another glimpse of Rogue, the smell of gasoline and fire finally reaching his oversensitive sense of smell. But as Sabertooth sunk his claws into Logan, he had to push all thoughts of Rogue to the side as he threw Sabertooth off him as hard as he was able.
Rogue stared helplessly as she watched Logan try to get rid of Creed. After watching them struggle for a moment, she turned her attentions back to the quickly growing fire in the back of the camper, and to her broken seatbelt. Yet before she could think of away to get out of her current predicament, the passenger door to the camper swung off it's hinges, bathing her in the cold of Canada's winter. Thinking it was Logan, she turned to face her rescuer, but froze when she caught sight of him.
In front of Rogue stood a man she'd never seen before, and in her wildest dreams never could have imagined a man like him. He wore all black, and had the longest dark brown hair she'd ever seen before, at least on a guy. On his face was a black visor with red lenses, a larger lens, which she figured was a night vision scope or something of the sort over his right eye. And before she could say anything at all to him, a red light blasted out from the eye she had thought to be the scope, successfully freeing her from the camper. While she was still staring at him, he grabbed her out of the camper, and swung her over his shoulder, just as the camper blew up.
As a small helicopter landed in the field, reason finally came back to Rogue as she saw Logan and Creed still fighting. "Logan!" She screamed out as she struggled against the man's strong hold of her. "Logan!" She screamed again as she kicked the man, but suddenly a cloth was placed over her mouth and she felt her whole world dissolve into nothingness.
Scott Summers sighed as Rogue passed out, and shifted her into his arms, holding her bridal style. "Creed!" He shouted as he stepped onto the helicopter. "We're leaving now."
With one last toss of the Wolverine, Creed, also known as Sabertooth, quickly dove into the helicopter, just as it was taking off. Grinning he looked at the girl in Scott's arms. "Pretty." He grumbled as he moved a finger to stroke her cheek.
"Hands off." Scott growled, moving Rogue out of the way from Creed's touching. "You're not supposed to have anything to do with her. Magneto's orders." He reminded Creed as he gentle placed Rogue into a seat and buckled her in.
Creed stared at Scott, as though forming something to say.
"She's not yours to play with." Scott commanded before Creed could actually think of something to say. "She's to be under my supervision until Magneto is ready for her."
Grumbling, Creed moved to sit across from them, ignoring Scott as he told Mystique everything was under control. Not happy about leaving his fight, he stared down at the disappearing field below them, grinning as he noted Logan standing near the demolished camper, screaming out something Creed couldn't hear.
"Marie!" Logan cried out in anguish, his eyes never leaving the helicopter. "Marie!" He screamed out again, not even noticing Storm land the Blackbird behind him. Still unable to believe that he'd just lost the girl he'd rescued from the cold of Laughlin City, he wasn't even aware of the tranquilizer dart until the world faded away behind him.
So… What do you think so far? The next part should be up sometime tomorrow. I know I changed a bit of that scene, but it made sense in my head I swear… They'll be slight Wolverine/Rogue, but it's mostly familial.
Please review and let me know what you think.