Category: Angst, R/L, S/J, S/R, Six years post-movie
Archive: Lists, else just ask. I'll say yes. Really.
Feedback: Please, I beg of you, pretty, pretty please! I know I'm horrible about feedback'ing, but please!?!
Series: I doubt it.
Summary: Follow me, everything is all right...
Disclaimer: Not mine. If they were, I wouldn't be driving a beat-up '87 Chevy. And the song belongs to Uncle Kracker.
Thanks: To Jenn, Mels, and ErinM who so graciously offered to beta-read my ramblings. This would definitely not be readable without you girls.
A/N: This started out as a challenge: what if Scott was the bad guy that broke Rogue and Logan up? I have major S/R tendencies here, so I had to do this. Also, this is my first WiP to be posted in a long time. I used to do it, but they never seem to get finished because no one really cares enough about them, and some were just horribly, horribly bad. (Redwall fic...*shudder*) So...if you guys care about what happens in this story...could you please, pretty, pretty please with cherries and sugar on top, tell me? I do have another chapter written, but it hasn't been totally beta'd yet. I'll hopefully be posting a chapter every 2-3 days, but you may have to prod me once in a while.
A/N 2: This is NOT a songfic. I'm going to use the lyrics to 'Follow Me' in it, but they are just to add to it, not the reason for the story. I can write something other than a songfic.
A/N 3: There's been a minor change in the first part thanks to Minisinoo's insight on how Scott's mutation really works. (It isn't lasers, just beams of energy that can 'punch' through things.)
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You don't know how you met me,
You don't know why, you can't turn around and say good-bye.
All you know is when I'm with you I make you free...- Uncle Kracker, 'Follow Me'
He didn't have to wait long. The other man bounded toward him, intent on the kill. Cyclops released a red ray of power at Toad, and watched the smaller man fall to the ground, clutching a gaping hole in his midsection.
Across the room, Rogue battled Sabretooth. She attempted a roundhouse kick to his head, but he caught her leg and flipped her over. Her head smashed on the floor with a resounding crack. The force of the blow, though enough to kill a normal person, drove Rogue's breath from her lungs. She felt a vulnerability she hadn't known since absorbing and killing Carol.
The hairy man grabbed her throat in his huge hand, and lifted her off the ground, attempting to crush the life out of her. Her facilities still impaired from her contact with the ground, she removed her left glove and reached for his face. Blood vessels protruded from his shaggy skin as he slumped to the ground, releasing her. She fell roughly to the tiled floor, breathing heavily.
Cyclops stared at the lifeless form of Toad on the ground near his feet. Glancing to the side, he noticed Rogue, her neck bruised and clothing torn, crawling toward him. He reached a hand down to her to pull her up, and she took it. A sharp jolt brought them back to reality as they realized both their hands were bare. Rogue fell back to the floor and Scott struggled to keep his balance.
Just then, a flash of blue caught Rogue's eye. "Scott!" she screamed. Cyclops whirled around, still a little woozy, and clicked his visor once, aiming for Mystique's torso.
Nothing happened.
"Computer! Stop program! Command zero, zero, zero, zero!" Rogue's panicked voice shouted the command in an unusually high octave.
Within seconds, the illusions faded, and the forms of Mystique, Sabretooth and Toad were reduced to anamatronic skeletons. They too soon disappeared, pulled into the wall by wires. Rogue moved quickly to Scott's side as he struggled with his visor. His movements were slightly impaired from her touch, and it took him longer than usual. Carefully, he opened his eyes.
"Oh my God," he murmured, as his naked eyes adjusted to the world. For the first time in over a decade, he looked at the world without glasses or a visor. He touched his face, running his fingers over his eyes, as if to assure himself that he was really awake, and not dreaming.
Rogue stared in shock at her best friend and leader. "They're blue," she whispered.
He looked at her. "Yeah. They're blue." His unveiled eyes searched her face. "What happened?"
Rogue looked down at her hands, only one of which was gloved. "Ah think...Ah think Ah borrowed your powers, just for a little bit, so...well, you don't have 'em." She looked up at him.
Scott's voice was soft when he spoke next. "Then why...why aren't you...well, why are your eyes normal?"
She shrugged, then averted her face. She focused on a point on the wall, concentrating and squinting. She was rewarded with a beam of red emanating from her optics. It struck the point, punching a hole the size of a quater in the plaster. She looked again at her friend. "It doesn't seem very strong; Ah think you may be gettin' it back soon, if all of it was ever really gone."
He nodded and slipped on his visor. Rogue looked at the covered face before her. "Weren't you in a plane accident when you were little? Maybe you hit your head."
Scott nodded. "Yeah, but I can't remember it very well at all. I might have." Suddenly, he stiffened. He clicked his visor once, and a beam of energy hit the far wall. "I felt it come back. It was like something clicked back into place. Like a piece of a puzzle." He stared at Rogue for a moment. "Thank you."
Rogue smiled uncomfortably. "You really shouldn' thank me; Ah could have killed you. Ah shouldn'ta been so careless--"
"But you didn't kill me, and I got to see without glasses for while. I'm grateful for that, Rogue."
After a brief pause, she stood up. "They're prob'ly worried about us." She walked to the door of the Danger room and reached for the knob. She paused and turned around to look at Scott. "Just...don't tell anyone, OK? Logan will have a cow when he gets back, and the Professor and Jean will want to have a field day with mah head. So, can we keep it just between us, at least for now?"
He nodded, and she walked out the door.