Chapter Twenty Eight- Another Dream
Author's Note- Hi! Sorry this story took a while, About half way through Bobby and Rose are only kissing! Just wanted to clarify that lol. I've also seen how many people want Pyro back and I've started another story that is all about him because he wont be in this story for a very long time! Sorry! It's called 'Firestorm'. I'd like to thank a few friends of mine too, The Silver Magpie helped me figure out where Rogue would go and everyone else has helped me in some way! Sorry i can't remember half of the stuff though, it just gets filed away in my mind! Haha, hope you enjoy this chapter!!!
Rose felt someone nudging her on the arm softly; she opened her eyes groggily and looked around. She was still in Bobby's arms and he was also being poked so that he would wake up. She heard him groan softly and he opened his eyes warily. He looked in to Rose's eyes and smiled. She couldn't help but smile back. She then turned her head to see who had been prodding them in the arm. It was Ororo. When she knew that the pair were awake she stood back and cocked her head to one side.
"Are you both ready to move yet?" she smiled as she said it but the weight of the day showed in her eyes.
What? Where are we?
Rose smiled at her, "We're back already?"
The older woman nodded, "yes and you two are the last off the bus, come one. The driver wants to get home…"
Better get up then…
The two complied and Rose eased herself out of the position she had fallen asleep in. Her left foot had gone numb and her neck ached from resting on Bobby's shoulder for the past few hours. She stood up carefully and looked back at Bobby who was still in the same position. He looked at her lazily and a lop sided smile appeared on his face. She knew what he was thinking and she smiled back while rolling her eyes and she helped him up off of the chair.
Not any time soon…I think…
"Thanks" he said to her as they walked behind Ororo and off of the coach.
"You're welcome…" she told him as their teacher spoke to the driver and he started the coach up and drove down the gravel drive way that was the only road into the school.
What time is it?
It was pitch black as they walked up the steps and into the mansion, all of the lights were off apart from the ones in the lobby. The soft night breeze floated past Rose's face and Bobby put his arm around her. When they were in the lobby Ororo went into Xavier's office where a meeting was being held leaving Rose and Bobby alone, she glanced at the clock and saw it was ten twenty.
Well past lights out then…
"So…" Bobby started.
"So…" Rose repeated, she yawned a few seconds later, "ugh…I'm tired…"
"Well after today…I'd be worried if you weren't…" he told her as he gently led her up the stairs and to her room.
Sweet…
It took them ten minutes to walk slowly up to Rose's room. They were stood outside her door for a few moments as she struggled with the handle. With her room being one of the rooms on the top floor it had tended not to be used as much as the others which meant some things had gone rusty. Like the handle. After a few tries it opened easily and she stood on the cusp looking at him. He smiled at her and he leaned in for a kiss, his lips graced across her cheek and when he was moving away Rose moved with him kissing him on the lips. Bobby looked like he was going to push her away for a second but he changed his mind kissing her back with cool and controlled passion. While their lips were still entangled Rose pulled him through to her room and she accidentally tripped on the handle of her duffle bag. She fell backwards onto the bed and she instinctively held on to Bobby, so he ended up on the bed too. Suddenly Bobby was on top of Rose, they looked at each other and started laughing hysterically.
This is too funny!
"Oh…my…I'm…too…clumsy!" she said in between her giggles.
"Oh…yeah?" he answered her and kissed her passionately after the laughing had subsided.
Rose knew where this was going to lead; she wanted it to go there, after being so close to the unknown she wanted to appreciate what she did know. She felt his cool hands caress her body, moving down her back to her waist and the low waistline cut of her hipster jeans. She moved her hands to under his shirt and as they got more passionate she began to dig her nails in, he flinched but didn't cry out in pain although he did seem uncomfortable when she started doing it. He moved his hands up and under her cotton shirt moving his fingers softly yet cravingly over her toned stomach. She felt his lips move down her face and onto her neck whispering in her ear, Rose closed her eyes and loved every second of it until Bobby stopped talking. When he stopped she saw herself imagining that Bobby was someone else, the guy she'd seen at the museum. As it dawned on her she felt disgusted with herself, she had been thinking of the guy with the lighter the entire time they had been kissing.
Oh my god!
She sat up sharply and Bobby looked at her concerned.
"Are you okay?" he asked her.
Get out…
"Yes…I mean no…I mean…Bobby, I need sleep…" she didn't look at him when she was speaking instead she stared at empty space that floated just in front of her face.
"I didn't do something wrong did I? Did I hurt you?" He wouldn't leave and instead was fussing over her.
Please, just leave!
"I'm fine Bobby…you, you're a great kisser. I'm just…tired…" she still didn't look at him.
Finally he left Rose alone in her room. She spent some time just sitting there not thinking, after a while she stood up and went for a shower.
An hour later she was laid bed, her insomnia was back and she tossed and turned under the covers.
I might as well face it…I like that guy from the museum but I only spoke to him for five minutes! I don't even know his name! I don't even know what he can do! Oh…
She turned again so she was laid on her left side staring at her digital alarm clock; 2 A.M.
Oh…
After another hour of tossing and turning her mind settled on a topic and Rose didn't have the energy to stop it. She was retracing her steps to see if she had found out who that guy was. Trying to see if she had seen it in his mind when she temporarily connected with him. She hadn't. She drifted off into an uneasy sleep at that moment as his cocky smile filled her mind.
Suddenly Rose was sat in a high seat at a bar. She looked around confused, it wasn't a bar she would ever go to…it was dingy and dark. The sort of place she'd have expected to find an illegal fight ring or something. It was the sort of place you just knew wasn't on any main streets, probably out in the middle of no where or a small town at most. The place was nearly empty apart from some old guy drunk out of his mind and falling asleep on the pool table and the barman. He was balding, middle aged and you could tell he liked his food. He was cleaning glasses and he sometimes looked behind him to the shotgun that was hung up on the wall. She sighed and shook her head wondering what was going to happen this time, it was then when she saw her. A hooded figure sitting only two seats away from Rose, she could just see dark hair with a white streak falling out of place and onto her shoulder.
"Rogue…" she said quietly.
The door opened and a gust of air whipped through the room, men wearing combats and having the same guns as she had seen in her vision at SLC.
No…oh god no!
"Rogue! Run!" Rose screamed at her but Rogue didn't respond she just stared blankly at the soldiers as they ran in from outside.
When they got close to her they said, "That's the one!"
This shocked her into life and Rogue removed her hood and gloves but it was too late, Rose sat there motionless as they fired at her. Most of the bullets missed her but one got her in the forearm, she fell unconscious almost instantly and they loaded her out of the building. As they were leaving a guard turned to make sure they hadn't missed any other mutants she might have been with. They stared straight into Rose's angry and fiery eyes and she dared them to do something. But to her disappointment they turned and left with the rest of them. The Barman had dived underneath the bar itself when the WMHG had charged in and the drunk hadn't even stirred from his sleep.
"Rogue…" Rose looked back to where she had been sitting only a few seconds earlier.
Something else grabbed her attention then, there was a knocking coming from somewhere. She couldn't see where though.
Someone shouted, "Rose!"
Rose opened her eyes sharply and sat up breathing and sweating heavily. She looked at the time; seven thirty A.M. She put her hand to her head shakily and realised she hadn't imagined the knocking or the shouting when they repeated it.
"Rose!" a male voice shouted through her door while they knocked vigorously, "Rose! Wake up!"
It was Logan.
What the hell does he want?
