My Heart in Your Hands
by Princess of Monkeys
Chapter 2
I still don't own anything. Hell, I don't even have a job!
Rogue sat through her first two periods idly twisting a lock of hair around her finger and staring off into space. Even if she had been paying attention or had raised her hand, her teachers wouldn't have called on her anyways.
During the break she stopped by her locker and switched out her books. As she wandered to a spot in the hallways near her next class, she scanned the halls for any sign of Risty. She'd been doing it for weeks, and was slowly losing hope. _What if her parents made her come back home? What if she hates me because I never told her I'm a mutant and she had to find out from the TV? I just wish she'd call.._ It was so unlike her to get close to people easily; she'd been a loner even before her mutation manifested, and her dangerous skin made it necessary to keep her distance from people.
She heard footsteps next to her, and turned her head to look. Seeing Kurt standing next to her, she raised an eyebrow at him. He smiled at her, his goofy hologram smile, and asked "Did you do the reading?"
"Yah, why? Too busy on the phone with yoah girlfriend ta do the homework?"
"No, I read it, I just did not understand vhat it vas talking about!" His complaints about Macbeth were abruptly cut off by the appearance of Amanda and Kitty, on their way to computer science. Suddenly tongue tied, he stuttered a little bit and smiled a dopey smile as Amanda sidled up to him and kissed him. With a wink and a "See you at lunch, babe!" She and Kitty continued down the hall, giggling. Kurt stared after her, his blush showing through on the hologram, and murmured to himself "Ja, that girl is amazing."
Rogue hid a smile, pretending to study a poster on the wall across from her. Kurt and Amanda were ridiculously sappy, but it was sort of cute. Not that she would ever admit it. Before the familiar pangs of sadness could hit, the bell rang, and she and Kurt filed into class with the other students. Evan arrived at the last minute and snagged a seat behind Kurt, who sat next to her. Staying close together in class gave all of them a feeling of safety, however illusory it really was.
Pulling her notebook from her bag, she accidentally took out her journal as well. By some strange quirk of fate, her backpack, including the precious journal, had been sitting in Scott's car when the mansion had been blown up. Since the garage had been below ground level, the vehicles had remained untouched. She had nearly cried for joy when she had found it.
Drowning out their instructor, she opened the black leather bound book to the inside front cover. The first night she'd been back at the Institute after her rescue from Area 51, she'd been unable to sleep. She'd grabbed a random handful of writing tools from her bag and carried the book out into the hall, intending to write until she felt tired. But instead of writing, she'd ended up drawing a pair of red-on-black eyes inside the cover. Eyes that belonged to the same guy who had tried to kill her merely days earlier. Sometimes she wondered what he would think, this nameless man with the intriguing eyes and mysterious smile, if he knew she'd drawn his eyes in her book. Would he understand that he was stuck in her mind, as much as if she'd touched him? Or was an ally of Magneto unable to feel anything except hate and violence?
A sudden loud noise startled her. Looking around wildly, Rogue saw the teacher looming in front of her desk, the textbook she'd dropped on it to get Rogue's attention making it wobble.
"Ah, Rogue," she pronounced the name with distaste, "so glad to have you back with us. Tell me- perhaps you can give me some idea of the symbolism behind the three Weird Sisters in the first scene."
Rogue looked around for a moment, lost, wishing momentarily for Jean's telepathy so she could borrow someone else's answer. One of the cheerleaders in the back giggled, and Rogue's eyes narrowed, and answer coming to her. Something from a story Irene had read to her as a little girl.
"There's three of 'em, for the three Fates. One for Past, Present an' Future, 'cause they're weavin' Macbeth's destiny."
The instructor stepped back, raising an eyebrow. "Well, apparently someone did the reading after all," her expression making it clear that she thought this was a once in a lifetime event for Rogue. Luckily, at that moment the bell rang, saving the girl from saying something satisfyingly rude that might have to be regretted later.
As she walked into biology and slid into her seat, she wondered why she'd remembered the story about the three Fates. She hadn't thought of her foster mother in months. Shrugging it off, she sighed, realizing that she'd have to do this week's lab report by herself again. Risty had been her lab partner.
When the interminable period finally ended, she flew through the halls, heading for her refuge, her hiding spot under the bleachers. Of course, not so hidden anymore, since the day Kitty and Kurt, baffled by her mysterious lunchtime disappearing act and worried for her safety, had done a school wide search and found her out. Even though she'd been irritated at losing her privacy yet again, she's been secretly glad that they'd cared enough to come looking for her. Now, they had an agreement. If one of them could catch her before she made it out there, she had to eat lunch with the group. If not, she could be as antisocial as she pleased.
Today was looking like an antisocial kind of day.... Until Amanda stepped out of the crowd in front of her, and she felt a thick finger tap her on the shoulder from behind. Without turning around, she whined at him "Kurt, no fair usin' Amanda ta trap me!" They both just smiled at her, and she gave in, still glowering at him, and walked with them to the usual table in the courtyard.
by Princess of Monkeys
Chapter 2
I still don't own anything. Hell, I don't even have a job!
Rogue sat through her first two periods idly twisting a lock of hair around her finger and staring off into space. Even if she had been paying attention or had raised her hand, her teachers wouldn't have called on her anyways.
During the break she stopped by her locker and switched out her books. As she wandered to a spot in the hallways near her next class, she scanned the halls for any sign of Risty. She'd been doing it for weeks, and was slowly losing hope. _What if her parents made her come back home? What if she hates me because I never told her I'm a mutant and she had to find out from the TV? I just wish she'd call.._ It was so unlike her to get close to people easily; she'd been a loner even before her mutation manifested, and her dangerous skin made it necessary to keep her distance from people.
She heard footsteps next to her, and turned her head to look. Seeing Kurt standing next to her, she raised an eyebrow at him. He smiled at her, his goofy hologram smile, and asked "Did you do the reading?"
"Yah, why? Too busy on the phone with yoah girlfriend ta do the homework?"
"No, I read it, I just did not understand vhat it vas talking about!" His complaints about Macbeth were abruptly cut off by the appearance of Amanda and Kitty, on their way to computer science. Suddenly tongue tied, he stuttered a little bit and smiled a dopey smile as Amanda sidled up to him and kissed him. With a wink and a "See you at lunch, babe!" She and Kitty continued down the hall, giggling. Kurt stared after her, his blush showing through on the hologram, and murmured to himself "Ja, that girl is amazing."
Rogue hid a smile, pretending to study a poster on the wall across from her. Kurt and Amanda were ridiculously sappy, but it was sort of cute. Not that she would ever admit it. Before the familiar pangs of sadness could hit, the bell rang, and she and Kurt filed into class with the other students. Evan arrived at the last minute and snagged a seat behind Kurt, who sat next to her. Staying close together in class gave all of them a feeling of safety, however illusory it really was.
Pulling her notebook from her bag, she accidentally took out her journal as well. By some strange quirk of fate, her backpack, including the precious journal, had been sitting in Scott's car when the mansion had been blown up. Since the garage had been below ground level, the vehicles had remained untouched. She had nearly cried for joy when she had found it.
Drowning out their instructor, she opened the black leather bound book to the inside front cover. The first night she'd been back at the Institute after her rescue from Area 51, she'd been unable to sleep. She'd grabbed a random handful of writing tools from her bag and carried the book out into the hall, intending to write until she felt tired. But instead of writing, she'd ended up drawing a pair of red-on-black eyes inside the cover. Eyes that belonged to the same guy who had tried to kill her merely days earlier. Sometimes she wondered what he would think, this nameless man with the intriguing eyes and mysterious smile, if he knew she'd drawn his eyes in her book. Would he understand that he was stuck in her mind, as much as if she'd touched him? Or was an ally of Magneto unable to feel anything except hate and violence?
A sudden loud noise startled her. Looking around wildly, Rogue saw the teacher looming in front of her desk, the textbook she'd dropped on it to get Rogue's attention making it wobble.
"Ah, Rogue," she pronounced the name with distaste, "so glad to have you back with us. Tell me- perhaps you can give me some idea of the symbolism behind the three Weird Sisters in the first scene."
Rogue looked around for a moment, lost, wishing momentarily for Jean's telepathy so she could borrow someone else's answer. One of the cheerleaders in the back giggled, and Rogue's eyes narrowed, and answer coming to her. Something from a story Irene had read to her as a little girl.
"There's three of 'em, for the three Fates. One for Past, Present an' Future, 'cause they're weavin' Macbeth's destiny."
The instructor stepped back, raising an eyebrow. "Well, apparently someone did the reading after all," her expression making it clear that she thought this was a once in a lifetime event for Rogue. Luckily, at that moment the bell rang, saving the girl from saying something satisfyingly rude that might have to be regretted later.
As she walked into biology and slid into her seat, she wondered why she'd remembered the story about the three Fates. She hadn't thought of her foster mother in months. Shrugging it off, she sighed, realizing that she'd have to do this week's lab report by herself again. Risty had been her lab partner.
When the interminable period finally ended, she flew through the halls, heading for her refuge, her hiding spot under the bleachers. Of course, not so hidden anymore, since the day Kitty and Kurt, baffled by her mysterious lunchtime disappearing act and worried for her safety, had done a school wide search and found her out. Even though she'd been irritated at losing her privacy yet again, she's been secretly glad that they'd cared enough to come looking for her. Now, they had an agreement. If one of them could catch her before she made it out there, she had to eat lunch with the group. If not, she could be as antisocial as she pleased.
Today was looking like an antisocial kind of day.... Until Amanda stepped out of the crowd in front of her, and she felt a thick finger tap her on the shoulder from behind. Without turning around, she whined at him "Kurt, no fair usin' Amanda ta trap me!" They both just smiled at her, and she gave in, still glowering at him, and walked with them to the usual table in the courtyard.