My Heart in Your Hands
by Princess of Monkeys
Chapter 9
Rogue touched the disclaimer, so it's going to be out cold for a while... But on the plus side, now she has its handy dandy mutant powers! Hooray for the disclaimer.
More plot development. Deal with it.
Partway through French, Rogue started to feel guilty for yelling at Kitty. _Poor girl only wanted to know if I was okay, and I practically blew her eardrums out!_ She'd almost gotten over the prank by then; it wasn't that it hurt her so much- she knew Bobby considered her to be a friend- but that it just reminded her of other people, other pranks. She was sick of being the butt of other people's jokes, the target of cruel people's pranks, and it had been going on her whole life. Jokes because she was adopted and lived with a foster mother, jokes because of her strange hair, jokes because of how she dressed and who she liked and what she did. It had been endless amusement to TP the house of the girl with no family, so much fun to put gum in her weird two tone hair and put stink bombs in her locker. It hadn't been so bad in Mississippi- people were mean, but she'd at least grown up there, even if she could never go back. But here... everything about her was out of place. Sometimes she wondered if she was God's big cosmic joke. She knew Bobby didn't know, but still, it bothered her, and probably always would.
It really wasn't Kitty's fault- she just wanted all of her friends to get along, and it made sense- they already had enough enemies out there, without making more within the group. When Kitty had come after her, she'd been the last person Rogue had wanted to deal with at the moment, but it still meant something that she'd tried. When it really came down to it, out of all the kids who lived in the Institute, Kitty, Kurt and Scott were the only ones who tried.
When Rogue had moved in with Kitty, the girl had acted like every night was going to be a sleepover, full of giggling and girl talk. As irritating as she was, she never gave up, and slowly, she'd begun to grow on Rogue, until suddenly, one day, they were..... friends.
Kurt had been different. He'd never acted afraid of her power, never treated her like there was anything wrong with her. And he'd never held her brief membership in the Brotherhood against her, either. Even though he'd had so many negative experiences, he always tried to see the best in everyone, even her. People were just people to him, and everyone was a potential friend.
And Scott.... He knew exactly what it was like to have such a devastating, uncontrollable mutation. Both his eyes and her skin could be deadly, and they'd bonded over their shared problems. When she'd first moved into the Institute, seeing as how he'd been the one most responsible for her decision to join them, he'd been the one to help her adjust. They'd spent hours in the library discussing the limits powers like theirs placed on their lives, their responsibilities to do the right thing with those powers, and most of all, how to live a normal life when nothing about them was at all normal.
She'd had a crush on him in the beginning, and she supposed she'd always think he was cute. But even as much as she and the read head weren't exactly the best of friends, she'd still be the first to admit that the two of them were perfect for each other. They were just meant to be together. She knew everyone thought she was jealous of Jean, and in a way she probably was- she didn't want Jean's perfect life, she just wanted someone to want her the way Scott wanted Jean. _Instead, I get a crazy Acolyte with delusions of romance whose probably just going to try and pump me for information._
When Rogue went to serve her detention for cutting sixth period the day before, she apologized to Kitty. "Look, Ah didn't mean ta yell at ya, Ah jus' didn't want ta talk about it."
"It's like, okay. I was mad at Bobby too."
Rogue gave her a small smile, and Kitty smiled back. Suddenly thinking of something, her expression deepened, and she said worriedly "Hey Rogue- when you go out to, like, meet Remy tonight, I'll totally cover for you, but just like, promise me you'll come back, okay?"
Rogue looked at her strangely. "Kitty, Ah'm not gonna go runnin' away or nothn'! Of course Ah'll come back- where else would Ah go, anyways?" she tried to joke.
"Just promise me!"
Rogue sighed. "If it'll make ya feel better...." she muttered under her breath. "A'right, fahn, Ah promise Ah'll come back. Ya happy now?"
Kitty nodded, still looking serious, and Rogue rolled her eyes. _That girl can be so weird sometimes...._
by Princess of Monkeys
Chapter 9
Rogue touched the disclaimer, so it's going to be out cold for a while... But on the plus side, now she has its handy dandy mutant powers! Hooray for the disclaimer.
More plot development. Deal with it.
Partway through French, Rogue started to feel guilty for yelling at Kitty. _Poor girl only wanted to know if I was okay, and I practically blew her eardrums out!_ She'd almost gotten over the prank by then; it wasn't that it hurt her so much- she knew Bobby considered her to be a friend- but that it just reminded her of other people, other pranks. She was sick of being the butt of other people's jokes, the target of cruel people's pranks, and it had been going on her whole life. Jokes because she was adopted and lived with a foster mother, jokes because of her strange hair, jokes because of how she dressed and who she liked and what she did. It had been endless amusement to TP the house of the girl with no family, so much fun to put gum in her weird two tone hair and put stink bombs in her locker. It hadn't been so bad in Mississippi- people were mean, but she'd at least grown up there, even if she could never go back. But here... everything about her was out of place. Sometimes she wondered if she was God's big cosmic joke. She knew Bobby didn't know, but still, it bothered her, and probably always would.
It really wasn't Kitty's fault- she just wanted all of her friends to get along, and it made sense- they already had enough enemies out there, without making more within the group. When Kitty had come after her, she'd been the last person Rogue had wanted to deal with at the moment, but it still meant something that she'd tried. When it really came down to it, out of all the kids who lived in the Institute, Kitty, Kurt and Scott were the only ones who tried.
When Rogue had moved in with Kitty, the girl had acted like every night was going to be a sleepover, full of giggling and girl talk. As irritating as she was, she never gave up, and slowly, she'd begun to grow on Rogue, until suddenly, one day, they were..... friends.
Kurt had been different. He'd never acted afraid of her power, never treated her like there was anything wrong with her. And he'd never held her brief membership in the Brotherhood against her, either. Even though he'd had so many negative experiences, he always tried to see the best in everyone, even her. People were just people to him, and everyone was a potential friend.
And Scott.... He knew exactly what it was like to have such a devastating, uncontrollable mutation. Both his eyes and her skin could be deadly, and they'd bonded over their shared problems. When she'd first moved into the Institute, seeing as how he'd been the one most responsible for her decision to join them, he'd been the one to help her adjust. They'd spent hours in the library discussing the limits powers like theirs placed on their lives, their responsibilities to do the right thing with those powers, and most of all, how to live a normal life when nothing about them was at all normal.
She'd had a crush on him in the beginning, and she supposed she'd always think he was cute. But even as much as she and the read head weren't exactly the best of friends, she'd still be the first to admit that the two of them were perfect for each other. They were just meant to be together. She knew everyone thought she was jealous of Jean, and in a way she probably was- she didn't want Jean's perfect life, she just wanted someone to want her the way Scott wanted Jean. _Instead, I get a crazy Acolyte with delusions of romance whose probably just going to try and pump me for information._
When Rogue went to serve her detention for cutting sixth period the day before, she apologized to Kitty. "Look, Ah didn't mean ta yell at ya, Ah jus' didn't want ta talk about it."
"It's like, okay. I was mad at Bobby too."
Rogue gave her a small smile, and Kitty smiled back. Suddenly thinking of something, her expression deepened, and she said worriedly "Hey Rogue- when you go out to, like, meet Remy tonight, I'll totally cover for you, but just like, promise me you'll come back, okay?"
Rogue looked at her strangely. "Kitty, Ah'm not gonna go runnin' away or nothn'! Of course Ah'll come back- where else would Ah go, anyways?" she tried to joke.
"Just promise me!"
Rogue sighed. "If it'll make ya feel better...." she muttered under her breath. "A'right, fahn, Ah promise Ah'll come back. Ya happy now?"
Kitty nodded, still looking serious, and Rogue rolled her eyes. _That girl can be so weird sometimes...._