My Heart in Your Hands
by Princess of Monkeys
Chapter 12
I own... your soul!
Sorry it's been so long since the last update- this evil thing called work keeps getting in the way! Hopefully it won't take so long anymore to get new chapters up!
Rogue looked around wildly, but he was really gone, like he'd just up and vanished into thin air. Helplessly, she fell to her knees, foreign visions pounding in her head, unfamiliar power thrumming in her veins, and tears rolling down her cheeks. She relived the last few weeks through his eyes, and saw herself in every thought, every memory. She saw how she'd looked to him in battle, the way he'd spied on her at school, and even how he'd looked in her journal.
And in those memories.... She saw love. Even with her complete lack of experience, she instinctively recognized that these were the thoughts of a man in love. Feeling her heart break into a million tiny pieces, she sobbed, howling her grief aloud, running through Bayville like an animal.
She didn't know where she was, where she was going; she just ran until she couldn't anymore. Collapsing in front of a random building on a random street, she panted, taking deep ragged breaths. _Why does he have to feel like that? I can't love anyone, can't be close to anyone.... Why does my life always have to be so messed up like this? Why can't I have just one normal thing?_ But her poison skin wasn't just going to magically vanish overnight, and being able to accept his love was about as possible as breathing on the moon.
She'd promised Kitty she'd come home, but that didn't matter now. She couldn't face Kitty, or anyone; she couldn't deal with their inevitable pity. But where could she go? She didn't have an escape- there was no easy way out of anything anymore.
She sat on the curb, too exhausted to go anywhere. As she started to take notice of her surroundings, trying to figure out where she was, she heard the screech of tires. Unthinkingly, she looked towards the sound, only to be blinded by a pair of headlights.
The vehicle squealed to a sudden stop in front of her, and a familiar figure jumped out. "What are you doing out here, Rogue?" Lance asked. Noticing Rogue's disheveled appearance for the first time, he began to grow worried. _She's a mess- were the X-Men on a mission around here somewhere? Is Kitty around? Is she hurt?_
His thoughts of Kitty were cut short when Rogue looked up at him, dazed, and said "Lance? Ah dunno, dunno anythin', Ah don' know where Ah am..."
Dragging her unceremoniously to her feet, he deposited her in the passenger seat of the Jeep. "Are any of the others here? Is Kitty here?" His hopes of mounting a daring rescue to save Kitty and get back into her good graces were dashed by a simple shake of Rogue's head. "No, Ah went out by mah self."
Sighing, he got into the drivers seat and began driving in the direction of the Institute. If it had been any of the others, (except for Kitty, of course), he would have just left them sitting on the curb without a second thought. But Rogue had been a teammate once, even if it had only been for a little while, and old loyalties died hard. _I couldn't just leave her there,_ he thought, surprised at this sudden emergence of conscience.
Rogue, who'd been silent in the passenger seat, suddenly piped up with "Where are ya takin' me?"
"To the X-Geek palace, where else?" He said with an edge of sarcasm. And then, because he couldn't resist trying to get a dig in, "I didn't know you guys were even allowed out after dark."
"Mind ya own business, Lance. Ain' much of a palace since yoah leader trashed it, an' Ah don' wanna go back there anyhow." She answered, slightly coming back to herself.
"Well, tough! I'm not your chauffeur!" Lance snapped.
"An' Ah nevah asked for yaoh help in the first place! Jus' lemme off heah," she said, accent thickening as she felt her anger rise.
But Lance shook his head vigorously. "No way! Kitty already hates me enough; I'm not just ditching you out here! She'll kill me if you disappear!"
At any other time, she would have argued and won, but she was too exhausted to bother. With a muttered "Fahn," she slumped back into the passenger seat and let him take her back to the Institute.
The effort of keeping her mind blank, feeling nothing, and ignoring Remy's power flowing through her was a severe strain. She pushed memories away, refusing to let any of them touch her- she'd be damned if she'd break down in front of Lance! When he pulled up in front of the gates, she'd never felt so relieved.
As she got out, Lance suddenly said "Rogue- tell Kitty..._ his voice trailed off- what was left to say, really? Even if he had been able to rescue her from something, she'd probably still hate him. "Oh, forget it," he said disgustedly, and drove off, tires squealing.
Rogue slipped back into the mansion, sparing a moment's thought of curiosity for Lance's erratic behavior. Making it back into the rec room, the memories attacked her again, and she couldn't ignore them this time. She spent a long while looking at his eyes in her book, seeing the drawing through his eyes, before finally throwing it across the room in anger.
Curled up into a little ball on the couch, tears running down her face again, she stared at the wall and tried to forget the feel of his lips against her own.
by Princess of Monkeys
Chapter 12
I own... your soul!
Sorry it's been so long since the last update- this evil thing called work keeps getting in the way! Hopefully it won't take so long anymore to get new chapters up!
Rogue looked around wildly, but he was really gone, like he'd just up and vanished into thin air. Helplessly, she fell to her knees, foreign visions pounding in her head, unfamiliar power thrumming in her veins, and tears rolling down her cheeks. She relived the last few weeks through his eyes, and saw herself in every thought, every memory. She saw how she'd looked to him in battle, the way he'd spied on her at school, and even how he'd looked in her journal.
And in those memories.... She saw love. Even with her complete lack of experience, she instinctively recognized that these were the thoughts of a man in love. Feeling her heart break into a million tiny pieces, she sobbed, howling her grief aloud, running through Bayville like an animal.
She didn't know where she was, where she was going; she just ran until she couldn't anymore. Collapsing in front of a random building on a random street, she panted, taking deep ragged breaths. _Why does he have to feel like that? I can't love anyone, can't be close to anyone.... Why does my life always have to be so messed up like this? Why can't I have just one normal thing?_ But her poison skin wasn't just going to magically vanish overnight, and being able to accept his love was about as possible as breathing on the moon.
She'd promised Kitty she'd come home, but that didn't matter now. She couldn't face Kitty, or anyone; she couldn't deal with their inevitable pity. But where could she go? She didn't have an escape- there was no easy way out of anything anymore.
She sat on the curb, too exhausted to go anywhere. As she started to take notice of her surroundings, trying to figure out where she was, she heard the screech of tires. Unthinkingly, she looked towards the sound, only to be blinded by a pair of headlights.
The vehicle squealed to a sudden stop in front of her, and a familiar figure jumped out. "What are you doing out here, Rogue?" Lance asked. Noticing Rogue's disheveled appearance for the first time, he began to grow worried. _She's a mess- were the X-Men on a mission around here somewhere? Is Kitty around? Is she hurt?_
His thoughts of Kitty were cut short when Rogue looked up at him, dazed, and said "Lance? Ah dunno, dunno anythin', Ah don' know where Ah am..."
Dragging her unceremoniously to her feet, he deposited her in the passenger seat of the Jeep. "Are any of the others here? Is Kitty here?" His hopes of mounting a daring rescue to save Kitty and get back into her good graces were dashed by a simple shake of Rogue's head. "No, Ah went out by mah self."
Sighing, he got into the drivers seat and began driving in the direction of the Institute. If it had been any of the others, (except for Kitty, of course), he would have just left them sitting on the curb without a second thought. But Rogue had been a teammate once, even if it had only been for a little while, and old loyalties died hard. _I couldn't just leave her there,_ he thought, surprised at this sudden emergence of conscience.
Rogue, who'd been silent in the passenger seat, suddenly piped up with "Where are ya takin' me?"
"To the X-Geek palace, where else?" He said with an edge of sarcasm. And then, because he couldn't resist trying to get a dig in, "I didn't know you guys were even allowed out after dark."
"Mind ya own business, Lance. Ain' much of a palace since yoah leader trashed it, an' Ah don' wanna go back there anyhow." She answered, slightly coming back to herself.
"Well, tough! I'm not your chauffeur!" Lance snapped.
"An' Ah nevah asked for yaoh help in the first place! Jus' lemme off heah," she said, accent thickening as she felt her anger rise.
But Lance shook his head vigorously. "No way! Kitty already hates me enough; I'm not just ditching you out here! She'll kill me if you disappear!"
At any other time, she would have argued and won, but she was too exhausted to bother. With a muttered "Fahn," she slumped back into the passenger seat and let him take her back to the Institute.
The effort of keeping her mind blank, feeling nothing, and ignoring Remy's power flowing through her was a severe strain. She pushed memories away, refusing to let any of them touch her- she'd be damned if she'd break down in front of Lance! When he pulled up in front of the gates, she'd never felt so relieved.
As she got out, Lance suddenly said "Rogue- tell Kitty..._ his voice trailed off- what was left to say, really? Even if he had been able to rescue her from something, she'd probably still hate him. "Oh, forget it," he said disgustedly, and drove off, tires squealing.
Rogue slipped back into the mansion, sparing a moment's thought of curiosity for Lance's erratic behavior. Making it back into the rec room, the memories attacked her again, and she couldn't ignore them this time. She spent a long while looking at his eyes in her book, seeing the drawing through his eyes, before finally throwing it across the room in anger.
Curled up into a little ball on the couch, tears running down her face again, she stared at the wall and tried to forget the feel of his lips against her own.