Disclaimer: I own, naught, people. Naught! But steal this plot, and you will be punished….
A.N.- I got bored. Heaven forbid I do my homework…. Oh, and please forgive me if Rogue is OOC. If she is, my most sincere apologies. Also, this is after everything in the series. I might have to make it an AU, depending where I want this story headed.
"Congratulations, Rogue. I am very proud of you."
"Thanks, Professor."
Rogue looked down at her hands, her newly bare hands. It had taken years, but the mutant with the most lethal, uncontrolled ability was now able to touch. It was as if a weight had been lifted.
"How do you feel?"
"Free."
"I would assume as much. Now, I suggest you tell Kurt and Kitty, as they are pleading me to know if we succeeded."
"Okay, Professor."
Rogue started for the door, turned around, enveloped her mentor in a great big hug, and kissed his bald head. "Thank you again."
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"So?"
"So, what, Kitty?" Rogue replied, trying to be coy.
"Did it vork?"
"Did what work, Kurt?"
"Can you touch now?" both Kurt and Kitty exclaimed.
"Oh, that. You should have been more specific."
They both gave her the look of death. Too bad Rogue created it. "Does this answer your question?" She grabbed Kitty and planted a big wet one on the lips. (1) (It would have just been weird had she done that to Kurt)
"…OH MY GOSH" Kitty screamed in shock. Rogue merely smiled.
"Oh, meine schwester, I am so happy for you!" Kurt ran up and smothered the Goth in a hug.
"Kurt? I've always been partial to breathing."
"Hmm? Oh, sorry Rogue. It's just, I can't believe it!"
"Now you know how I feel."
"Come on, Rogue! Let's go show every one else!" Kitty pulled Rogue out the door to the rec room where most of the other mutants were currently recreating.
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The rest of Rogue's weekend consisted largely of hugs and shopping. Kitty refused to allow her best friend wear the clothes she had been forced to for years. However, just because Rogue gained control did not mean her style had changed. Most people assumed she went Goth because of her powers; little did they know she had always preferred this manner. So she was adamant about it; and finally Kitty agreed to her buying plenty of short sleeves, skirts, and even some corsets from Hot Topic. Thoroughly satisfied, the girls spent a few more hours looking at shoes and guys. Well, more of Kitty looking and Rogue staring off into space.
Going downstairs to end her munchies, she heard the doorbell ring. She ignored it, as she saw Logan answering it. Grabbing some barbeque chips and Jolt, she was about to make her way upstairs when a low voice beckoned her.
"Yeah Logan?"
"Ya got a package, Stripes."
"You sure? I never get anything."
"No, I'm just telling you this for kicks. What are you, stupid?"
"Gee, thanks Logan."
"Just take the damn thing. It's blocking the hall."
"Yes, ma'am."
Walking over to her delivery, she found a large brown box; it's return address reading "Irene Darkholme." (2) She was about to open it, then realized it was heavily taped. "Oh Logan?"
"No."
"Please?"
"You called me 'ma'am'."
"I, umm, meant it out of love?"
"Fine." He unsheathed his blades, and with a few accurate swipes, cut open the box.
Rogue looked in, and her eyes nearly popped out of her skull, a grin sweeping her face.
I stole that one right out of Who Framed Roger Rabbit?
I do not know Irene's last name, so I borrowed Raven's.
A.N. yup, there you have it. Though, I'm not sure what it is. Hehe. Oh well. Review, and you'll get more. Deal?
Oh, and for those of you who read this, should this be a Romy? refuses to do anything but
One last thing: I have no plot. Isn't that just great? So, for those of you reviewing, if you've got any ideas, they will be greatly appreciated!
