Disclaimer: I do not own x-men
bloodytear89- Thanks for the Bobby/Logan idea! I put it in almost near the end of the story.
Thanks cajun-beauty and mellowgold for the double reviews!
cajun-beauty -I might have Bobby and Kitty get together later in the story, but I just wanted him to break up with Rogue because he didn't have feelings for her, not because he liked another girl. That would just be too sad for Rogue...
What I wanted
Chapter 3
An insistent clicking sound could barely be heard among the side conversations going on in the room. John was sitting on a dirty piece of furniture as he flipped his lighter open and close. After the war he had no where to go. No family and no friends. He definetly couldn't go back to the school, even if he wanted to. He was sure they wouldn't welcome him with open arms.
He was the only one in the room without a tattoo or piercing. Usually the mutants would come up to someone and say "Where's your mark?" They had this strange understanding that you should mark yourself I you were a mutant. But no, no one would come up to him and ask him such a trivial question.
They wouldn't be so stupid. Here he was feared. Everyone knew who he was. He was Pyro, the boy who could control fire, and wouldn't hesitate to use it. No, no one would dare to bother him. He was Pyro. Everyone knew him as Pyro, no one knew him as John. That's the way he liked it. John was no one to him, he believed it was never his name; he only had one name now. John died at Alkali Lake when he left the x-men for good.
That's what John thought.
His eyes scanned the room out of boredom until he eyed two girls talking. Even though they both knew they were clearly staring at them, they had turned away quickly as soon as they made eye-contact. The girl looked at each other with blushing and smiling faces. His expression didn't change due to the girl's admiration. He was used to it, and plus he liked the attention.
"Hey," a familiar female voice said.
Pyro looked up narrowing his eyes at the girl. What would be so important that he would have to be bothered? Shifting his weight on his seat, he flipped his lighter closed and continued to look at the girl without any sign of returning the greeting.
The girl was unappreciative as she stepped closer. "A hello would be nice," she said in her Dominican accent. It would be nice, but of course she knew better than that. Calisto looked at him trying to figure him out futilessly.
Finally annoyed by the girls continuous stare he spoke. "What do you want?" he said. His tone of voice just dripped with arrogance and apathy.
"I thought there was someone that you would like to meet."
Pyro let out an annoyed sigh as he sunk back into his seat. The clicking sound continued again as he flipped his lighter open and closed. "Don't care."
Calisto let out a soft growl at the boy's attitude but constrained herself. A few moments passed John and heard faint footsteps. The room became noticeably quieter until it was silent. Now the only sound that could be heard was the clicking of John's lighter.
"Still playing with your toy as always," a powerful deep voice said.
Pyro glanced to the side to see who the familiar voice belonged to. He opened his mouth out of surprise and in attempt to speak.
"Surprised?" the powerful Magneto asked. "Yes of course you are. I was too, when I was visited by and friend named Raven. Raven Darkholme. Or should I call her Mystique?"
Pyro stood up and faced Magneto. It was the first time he left that damn seat. "What are you talking about?" he asked looking coolly at him.
Calisto had a smirk on her face as she watched Pyro from Magneto's side, although she stood idly letting Magneto talk.
"I'm talking about the cure. The cure they infected me with," he said passionately. "It's not a cure at all. The cure is temporary."
Rogue stretched on her bed as she awoke. And for a moment she had forgotten about the pains of yesterday. When her eyes opened everything came flooding back to her. Her eyes shut close as if that would make her problems go away. But when she closed her eyes the scene played in her mind.
A hand reached up and rubbed her eyes trying to get rid of her sleepiness. With a heavy heart she slid herself off the bed and made her way towards the bathroom. She relished in the showers warm water hitting her skin and the steam rising. After a prolonged shower she stepped out to her room.
She opened the drawers and realized something. It wasn't until she saw her silk white gloves that it dawned on her. Her hand picked up the white gloves gently as her fingertips brushed the silk material. The realization hit her like cold water hitting her face. She would never have to wear gloves again. Rogue was cured, and she didn't have to wear the restricting layers of clothes she was forced to wear everyday. Carefully she put the gloves down. The corner of her lip twitched threatening a smile, but quickly disappeared. There was still too much pain for her to smile.
In the end she decided on jeans and a printed t-shirt. She held her arms out in front of her to observe her bare skin. She hadn't worn a t-shirt in the longest time, and the feeling of exposed skin still felt unnatural to her. After several moments of contemplating the moment she made for the door.
It wasn't until she was outside her room she realized that she had slept in. There were numerous students walking around, and some were running to wherever they were supposed to be. She trudged down the stairs and passed into the game room. Almost everyone in the school knew each other's mutation, or at least everyone knew who each other were. Rogue, was no exception. Especially since her arrival with Logan, and the incident she caused in the middle of the night, everyone knew her mutation. So it was no surprised to her that she received curious stares and whispers.
Marie tried the best to ignore them as she took a seat next to the window, but in view of the TV. It was this very same room that she had heard about the cure, that very same television that she saw the news.
"Rogue?" a female voice said. The voice came behind her which caused her to look over her shoulder. Rogue saw Storm or Ororo Monroe, who was now the leader of the school.
"Hi…" she said softly wondering what this confrontation was about.
"Logan told me everything…" Storm said as she pulled up a chair next to her.
Rogue's felt her body tense and stiffen. Was she going to tell her that she wouldn't be able to stay here anymore? Where would she go if she couldn't stay here? She knew that Storm was one of the many who opposed the cure passionately, but she didn't know how it was to have her power! Her worries clearly showed on her face before she had a chance to stop them.
Upon seeing this Storm reacted quickly. She put her hand on Rogue's bare arm, something she had never been able to do.
"I just wanted to tell you, that you'll always have a home here. You're room will always be your room…" Storm said with a slight accent.
When Storm's hand touched her bare arm she flinched. She was about to pull her arm away out of habit, but quickly stopped herself. Now this was normal, she didn't have to worry about people getting hurt when they touched her skin. Marie looked at the woman with pure gratitude and thanks. Her mouth opened to say something, but no words had come on before Storm spoke again.
"Rogue, I was wondering if you would like to help me with the school? When I visit the families of new potential students, maybe you would like to visit them with me?" Storm asked.
Rogue thought for a moment. It didn't take her long to smile weakly and nod her head.
"Y..Yeah I would like that…" she said in her accent.
Storm smiled happily as nodded in understanding. "Great, I'll update you later on what exactly we'll have to do once we go to visit the families," the older woman said. She stood up and gave Rogue a tight hug before she left. The weather goddess knew how much the girl had been through, and she didn't want to take the school away from her.
Rogue's eyes watched Storm leave the room. Her gaze shifted slightly a familiar blonde that she knew all too well. Bobby and Rogue's eyes locked uncomfortably. Their eyecontact broke as she scanned his face. His lip was bleeding and he had a slight bruise on his cheek. One word game to mind. Logan. She shifted uncomforatably as she quickly broke their akward gaze. Even though Logan had good intention, she wished he hadn't hurt him so much.
She really did care about Bobby, and knew that he didn't want to hurt her, but the pain was just too much for her. All she wanted to do was run up to him, kiss the bruise on his cheek, and hug him to make his physical pain go away. But what she didn't realize was that his pain was on the inside, not on his face. The boy shifted uneasily before he decided to leave the room, leaving Rogue alone looking out the window.
Marie's head rested on the back of the chair as she looked out the window. Her bare arms rested on the arms of the chair. Even through all the pain at least she had something. She had been cured, and that was something that she was grateful for.
"What the hell happened at Worthington Labs last week!" the President yelled angrily at his advisors. When no one spoke up he let out an annoyed sigh.
"With all due respect Mr. President, no one could have prevented what happened last week," a man finally said.
Another sigh escaped the old man's lips. It was true. The war against Magneto was something that couldn't be suppressed. The man picked up the Golden Gate bridge like a pick-up stick.
"Where is he now?" he finally asked breaking the silence.
"Magneto? We no longer know his whereabouts, but we assure Mr. President, that he's not longer a threat. Thanks to the X-Men, that is…" a female said.
The X-Men. Even though they were mutants stood and fought to protect the people. He was in their debt, and it was something that he wouldn't brush aside.
He opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by the sound of the door opening. The door slid open to reveal a man in his mid thirties. Under his arm he carried two rolled up poster sized papers.
"Excuse me! This is a private meeting, what business do you have here?" the President said.
"My apologies, Mr. President, but I think you'll want to see this. My name is Dr. Bolivar Trask. The man walked up to the President's side as he swept on of the poster sized papers from under his arm. He unrolled it on the table in front of the President so he would be able to see.
The old man leaned forward in his chair and looked at the paper. It appeared to be a blue print of some kind.
"And what exactly am I look at Mr. Trask?" the President asked loosing his patience.
"That Mr. President, is a blue-print for a Sentinel."
