In this story, Rogue can control her mutation. She can turn it on and off. I know that she is most likely out of character but she has to be.
On the other side of town, Rogue sat in the back of a small, family owned diner, her hands wrapped around a hot cup of coffee. She couldn't bring herself to drink it. She needed to, her eyes would droop every so often and she couldn't seem to stop yawning, but she couldn't lift her arms. They felt like dead weights. Her head was the worst. The migraine she had gotten made her want to crawl into a hole and die. She had taken some advil earlier but it hadn't helped. She was guessing the cause of the migraine was all the crying she had done.
She'd been staring out the window for a good twenty minutes, only taking her eyes off the view when a waitress would check on her. She'd been sitting in this booth for forty five minutes. Her waitress would stop by every so often and ask if she needed to call someone to come pick Rogue up. A parent, a sibling, a boyfriend. Rogue would bitterly smile and shake her head, then stare at the steam coming out of her coffee or out the window. The waitress would stare at her in worry but then sigh and leave. She'd mutter something about how it doesn't seem right for someone that young to be out here, alone, at this time of night. Rogue's heart would sink...alone... Scott. She swallowed back a lump in her throat and shook her head. No. She couldn't think about him. She left for a reason. To forget him and start a new life.
She glanced outside to the almost vacant parking lot. A silver Honda, a red Toyota, a red Jeep, and a blue Sedan sat visible in the parking lot. But in the back, underneath a willow, sat a blue, 2004 Mazda RX-8. It was out of place. Plus it was stolen.
She grimaced, a small amount of guilt seeping in. It wasn't exactly hers. It was more like the teams car. A car everyone used and shared. Mostly used on missions, but if you asked the Professor nicely, you could get away with using it for other things. Rogue had never driven it before. Usually Scott, Logan, or Storm drove it. They didn't trust her with it. They never said that but they didn't have to. She didn't have a license, but that didn't mean she wasn't qualified to drive a car. She knew how to. Her mama had taught her before...
She hadn't asked the Professor if she could borrow it. He would ask why and she would have to tell him she was leaving. If she lied he would know, he would just read her mind. There was also the big chance he would just say 'hell no'. Instead, Rogue just took the sleek, blue car. Went into the garage, stole the keys hanging up by the door, and drove out of the mansion. It was that easy. She could be on the other side of the country by now, but she was in a diner on the other side of town.
Rogue let out a deep breath and turned her gaze back to the coffee mug. She should leave soon. She couldn't stay in this diner all night. Where she would go, was a mystery. She hadn't exactly been thinking of a destination when she left. But she had to go somewhere.
Rogue's ears suddenly picked up a conversation. "I'm sorry, who is it you're looking for again?" Rogue glanced up from her mug to see her waitress talking to a woman. A woman who must have just come in moments ago. All Rogue could see was her back...and her fiery red hair.
The woman answered, "I'm looking for a girl named Rogue. Early twenties, brown hair with a white streak-." Her waitress glanced behind the woman and met Rogue's eyes. Rogue's eyes shot down. The woman must have looked around and seen Rogue because she heard a, "Oh. Nevermind." Please go away please go away please go away. Rogue shrunk down in the booth, trying to disappear.
She heard heels clicking on the tile floor, the sound getting closer, and then it stopped. Rogue knew the woman was standing right beside her. She glanced up and her mouth fell open. The woman with the fiery red hair smiled slightly and Rogue immediately tore her gaze away and stared at the warm coffee in her hand again. This couldn't be her. Maybe Rogue was just seeing things . Maybe- "Mind if I sit here?" That feminine voice sent a chill up her spine. The woman sounded just like her. It was all too weird and familiar for Rogue's liking. Rogue swallowed before glancing up. "S-sure." Her southern voice stuttered. The woman smiled, oh that smile, and sat down in the booth, directly in front of her. There was a silence until the woman leaned forward, "You look like you've seen a ghost." She winked and leaned back, folding her arms, and Rogue realized she had never been more afraid in her life.
Rogue straightened up and glanced up at the woman, her heart racing. "Who are you and how do you know who I am?" This couldn't be her. It was impossible.
The woman simply smiled, "Rogue, don't go asking questions you already know the answers to."
And suddenly she knew. She knew without a doubt who the woman in front of her was. Impossible as it was... Then she wished she hadn't left Scott. She hadn't left the mansion. She wanted to be anywhere else but here. Anywhere else but in front of the woman who she had come to hate with every fiber of her being. Who had destroyed her life. Rogue suddenly felt the urge to vomit. Jean Grey was back.
Jean Grey will also be way out of character but that's just how it will be in this story. I'm making her the bad guy. Bad girl. Whatever. I never liked her in the movies so she's going to be the bad one in my story.
When I mean 'Jean Grey was back' I mean Logan killed her in the X-Men The Last Stand, but Magneto with his new power I have just given him, brought her back to life. Whether she is still with Magneto and his mutants or if they went separate ways...They went separate ways. The Phoenix no longer lives in Jean so Magneto dumps her. She is on her own now.