Disclaimer: Trust me I really wished I owned even one of these guys, but, sadly, the lucky people who thought of them are now rich and will not sell me any for 5 bucks... Now I'm so sad... :,(
Chapter 4
That's Where It Gets Complicated
When the trio reached the doors to Professor Xavier's office, Rogue could hear a raised voice accompanied by a calm one. Her eyes widened the instant she recognized the raised voice and didn't bother knocking. She rushed into the office without hesitating.
Sirius whirled around when he heard the door open. It took them less then a second to confirm the other was actually there. After that briefest pause, father and daughter rushed into the waiting embrace of the other, Sirius' protective and Rogue's relieved. She looked into her father's face with concern. "What are ya doin' here Daddy? Did somethang happen? Is everyone okay?" she demanded in a voice of rising panic. Sirius soothed her gently, "Shh, easy. Everyone else is fine Marie. I'm here because of you." Rogue gazed at him in confusion. "Me? But Ah'm faune."
He glanced at her arm then back to her face and raised an eyebrow. "Fine are you?" Rogue sighed at his unneeded concern. "Daddy Ah'm faune-" "So this is you father Rogue?" Ororo inquired. "Yeah, he-" "Thought you were a foster kid Stripes." Logan finally growled. He had taken refuge in a corner of the lush room, watching and listening attentively. Rogue sighed, "Ah am sorta…" Logan cocked an eyebrow, "Sorta? Either you are or ya aren't kid. You can't be both." She glanced back at Sirius. "It's complicated, and a long story." She shifted her footing, obviously uncomfortable. "Well, for their peace of mind Rogue, why don't you explain some of it." Xavier sighed. He hadn't wanted to make her tell her story, but it seemed Logan wouldn't be content without knowing something of the strange tale. Rogue stared at the floor, avoiding all eye contact. "Ah am a foster child. Ah was taken to a foster home when Ah was four. My foster mother was Raven Darkholme, or you know her as Mystique. She raised me till Ah turned eleven. But Ah am not an orphan."
Rogue tugged at a loose thread on her jeans. She knew she should probably continue a little more, but she was nervous about how they would react. Ororo tilted her head to the side, "But child, if you were not an orphan, why were you put into foster care?" She played with the cuff of her glove for a moment. "Well, that's kinda where it gets complicated."
A.N: So there you go folks! Still not very exciting, but we had the reunion and the next chappie will be posted right after this one since I missed last weekend. I also apologize for missing my last deadline, I just got busy with the play I'm in and didn't get the time to update, so this week you'll get a double shot! I would also like to thank everyone that has commented, I usually will reply with a personal thanks if I can, but if I missed you here is a big virtual group thank you hug! I've also gotten some comments recommending that I don't use Rogue's accent cause I don't totally have it down yet, but I think I'm gonna keep using it since "practice makes perfect!" Remember to R&R people!
Until next time,
R.R.R.