I don't own x-men Evolution k?
*Bizounce*
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Lance sighed. That morning he had woken up to nothing. She was gone. The window was wide open. He cringed as he sat back to fast. Mystique had given him one hell of a beating when she found him there, especially with the door locked. Mr.Zabel was working hard on a few biology problems on the board. He had been too caught up in it that he obviously didn't notice that the students couldn't give less a damn. Lance rolled his eyes and groaned. This was so stupid. Why did teachers always do this? Go on and on when acting like the students were on the edge of their seats. His eyes drifted past the flying paper airplanes and spit balls to an unusually quiet Rogue. She was just sitting their drawing in her notebook totally oblivious to the world around her.
She looked different. She had abandoned the sheer blouse and leather. She was wearing a long sleeved black shirt with gray chest and stomach area and hood, and a pair black cutoffs. And most importantly, no gloves. It brought him back to his brief touch with her. Lance scowled. The bitch. The evil sadistic bitch. Did she have any fucking idea what she cost him? Did she even give a shit either way? She had the chance to stay, to stay where she really belonged, and she threw it away like trash. Rogue with her little X-saints, and she the holiest of them all. Lance thought sarcastically.
He watched as an airplane hit her in the back of the head. She whipped around and glared at the jock who threw it. She glared and ripped it up flicking it back at him. She snorted in distaste and pulled out a cd player blasting her favorite music into her ears. He already knew what she was listening too with out looking through the clear plastic cd player. It was that Darling Violetta shit. He remembered banging his fists on the wall that connected their room and screaming for her to stop playing the gothic crap. He never really meant it though. He had listened to them a few times through the walls and they were pretty good. They may have been a goth band but they did have some great music and lyrics, not the dull monotone depressing crap he had expected.
Lance sighed irritatedly as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Flashed of when she was with the brotherhood beamed through his mind. It seemed to happen everytime he closed his eyes. He'd see her looking at the lightening through her window, her tear caressed face when she sobbed into his chest after she found out Mystique was her mother, her large almond shaped green eyes when she touched him in the fight with Kurt and Mystique, the feel of her skin grazing his.He saw it every damn time. And he could always here background music too for some reason. It sounded exactly like the 'Buffy & Angel passion theme'.
Why did this always happen!! Every fucking time he closed his damn eyes there she was! The traitor, the goodie goodie wannabe, Rogue in all her gothlyness! He hated her! He had to! What the hell did he see in her anyway? Lance looked over to her and rotated her body with his eyes. He had to admit, even through the make-up she was very pretty, beatifull in his eyes. He even liked the make-up to an extent. It gave her a unique quality, showed off her bad ass attitude with pride, it gave her a 'look don't touch' look. He remembered being close enough to actually smell her purple lipstick. He almost laughed in her face. The grape care bear smell definitely threw her image out the window. He often wondered where she got the lipstick.
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The bell screeched through the air causing everyone in the room to look up at the intercome. A few 'Finally's and 'YES!'s were tossed around as the teenager quickly exited the room to the last class of the day. Lance lazily yawned and stretched himself out. He was in no hurry to get to the next class. He got up packing his books in his back pack and began to head out. He stopped at noticed that Rogue hadn't moved an inch. Her tossed her a look and when she didn't respond he walked over and began snapping his fingers infront of her face. Still no response. Lance knelt himself down to take a look at her. Sure enough just as he had expected. She had fallen asleep with her headphones on again.
"Um Mr.Alvers, would you mind waking up Ms.Rogue before you leave?" Mr.Zabel asked leaving the room himself.
Lance rolled his eyes seeing as how he didn't really have a choice. He looked down at her for a second or two before removing the headphones and stopping the cd. Huh, guess he was wrong. Darling Violetta wasn't in, she had been listening to Eve 'Love is blind'. He sighed and shook her shoulder.
"Yo Roguey. Wake up!"
She twitched a bit and her eyes finally fluttered open. Lime green meeting icey blue. She jolted a bit and backed up. Then her eyes focused and she calmed down.
"Damn it Lance, do ya gotta be so close?" She barked irritatedly.
"Like I had a choice, I *was* going to just leave you here to make an ass out of yourself but Zabel had other ideas." Lance sneered.
She just glared at him and got up to head for the door leaving Lance staring after her. Lance put a hand to his mouth and called after her.
"So I hear ya can touch now, eh Roguey?"
Rogue immediately stopped in her tracks frozen. Slowly she turned around and gave him a death glare. He simply chuckled and waved at her, proud to still be able to get such a reaction out of her.
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Lance kicked open the door to the large house. He yawned and marched in ignoring Fredie's and Todd's argument over some stupid character on T.V. he passed Pietro in the hall and didn't bother returning his glare. He was heading toward his room when he came to Rogue's. He stared at the warning tapped door for a minute or two before looking around for anyone and entering. Lance locked the door behind him and surveyed the place he hadn't been in since she left. He walked cautiously around and toward the green covered bed. He sat down and layed back into the pillows. The entire room smelt of her. Her perfume mixed with her own distinct sent.
He looked over to the nightstand, what he saw startling him a bit. There was a framed picture of a Lady holding a small baby. He leaned over and picked it up once again settling back into the comforter. The baby's two-toned down covering its head showed its identity. The baby was pretty cute. Of course no straight guy in history would every say the word adorable. It was smiling up at the lady and waving her arms toward her face even thought it was already being held. He looked toward the lady. She was tan and had the same two-toned hair color, but she had blue eyes. He almost would've missed it but the angular features screamed Mystique's figure.
He guessed it was one of her little cover ups. Or maybe she just wanted to actually look like Rogue belonged to her. He snorted and put the picture back. Looking around the room he noticed that she didn't take much besides her clothes. Seeing the open stereo, Lance got up and walked over to inspect it. It was empty besides one cd. He picked it up noticing it was her favorite Darling Violetta. He shook his head, clearing it. He had to get the hell out of here.
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Lance walked back out of the house after throwing a few excuses to Todd and Pietro. He slung his body over the car door of his green Wrangler. He started the ignition and began to drive into the night. He didn't know where and he honestly did give a two way damn. He decided to just drive around and clear his head. Lance felt into his pocket and pulled out the cd he had brought with him. He looked at it for a second before taking out his DMX cd and replacing it. Darling Violetta's 'Spoiled and Rotten' filled the car and the words began to numb his mind.
I know you feel it
This is a serious chemistry
You don't have to believe it
But the truth will set you free
You're flashing like white neon
in my mind and it's alright
The song must have been made for him. Either that or the band was stalking him and taking damn good notes. The words filtered through his ears making him feel drunk.
I must be spoiled and rotten
cause no one else will ever do
Don't you forget I get what I want
All I want is you
It was strange. The song was pounding memories and images of Rogue into his head and he didn't care. It made him feel.........happy. He laughed a little with the music. Maybe he *was* drunk. But at that moment he didn't give a rat's ass.
Bring your strawberry car
Come to the cabaret in my mind
The camera's rolling
The water feels fine
You know I'm half crazy for you
and there's nothing you can do
He leaned back into the car seat. Remembering the times he would catch Rogue 'borrowing' his car. He was yell at her and just barely manage to throw himself in the passenger seat while the car was still going. They would argue for a while but finally subdue to a calm silence. Then they would talk to eachother. About anything, anything that popped into their mind. He found that she loved driving. She couldn't sleep without it. She found that he needed some sort of music. He needed to hear something always. After that he found himself driving her around at night to put her to sleep and they would take turns untill she fell asleep listening to their favorite station.
I must be spoiled and rotten
cause no one else will ever do
Don't you forget I get what I want
All I want is you
He wanted to hate her more than anything. But he couldn't. He couldn't hate her for what she had done to him. But god did he want her back. Back with the Brotherhood. Back with him. She didn't belong there! They both knew it! So why the bloody hell was she denying it! She always managed to confuse him.
Red rubies daffodils
Gentle breezes and windowsills
Starlight silver radiation
inside my mental television
An acid metamorphosis
An altered state of consciousness
Candy mansions of the soul
No compromises turn to gold
He soon found himself on the Xavier institute campus. How did he get here? Unknowingly he looked up to the right end window on the top floor. The only one who's light was still on. A shadow of a body paced around the window and finally it was gone. He stared at it for a few minutes before hearing a loud click and scrape. His head whipped in the direction of the back door. Only to see Rogue sneaking out in her green pajamas making it towards Scott's Fiori. Probably taking a drive, Lance thought. She looked suddenly caught site of his car and looked over to at him.
I must be spoiled and rotten
cause no one else will ever do
Don't you forget I get what I want
All I want is you
She stood there looking at him with him returning her stare. Finally just like last time, she simply passed him a sad look as she swung herself into the car. Only taking time to start the ignition with the 'borrowed' keys. He watched her pull out and take off. Lance growled and slammed his fist on the dashboard. He threw his head back against the rest and stared at the stars. He didn't even notice the small tear streak across him right cheek.
*Bizounce*
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Lance sighed. That morning he had woken up to nothing. She was gone. The window was wide open. He cringed as he sat back to fast. Mystique had given him one hell of a beating when she found him there, especially with the door locked. Mr.Zabel was working hard on a few biology problems on the board. He had been too caught up in it that he obviously didn't notice that the students couldn't give less a damn. Lance rolled his eyes and groaned. This was so stupid. Why did teachers always do this? Go on and on when acting like the students were on the edge of their seats. His eyes drifted past the flying paper airplanes and spit balls to an unusually quiet Rogue. She was just sitting their drawing in her notebook totally oblivious to the world around her.
She looked different. She had abandoned the sheer blouse and leather. She was wearing a long sleeved black shirt with gray chest and stomach area and hood, and a pair black cutoffs. And most importantly, no gloves. It brought him back to his brief touch with her. Lance scowled. The bitch. The evil sadistic bitch. Did she have any fucking idea what she cost him? Did she even give a shit either way? She had the chance to stay, to stay where she really belonged, and she threw it away like trash. Rogue with her little X-saints, and she the holiest of them all. Lance thought sarcastically.
He watched as an airplane hit her in the back of the head. She whipped around and glared at the jock who threw it. She glared and ripped it up flicking it back at him. She snorted in distaste and pulled out a cd player blasting her favorite music into her ears. He already knew what she was listening too with out looking through the clear plastic cd player. It was that Darling Violetta shit. He remembered banging his fists on the wall that connected their room and screaming for her to stop playing the gothic crap. He never really meant it though. He had listened to them a few times through the walls and they were pretty good. They may have been a goth band but they did have some great music and lyrics, not the dull monotone depressing crap he had expected.
Lance sighed irritatedly as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Flashed of when she was with the brotherhood beamed through his mind. It seemed to happen everytime he closed his eyes. He'd see her looking at the lightening through her window, her tear caressed face when she sobbed into his chest after she found out Mystique was her mother, her large almond shaped green eyes when she touched him in the fight with Kurt and Mystique, the feel of her skin grazing his.He saw it every damn time. And he could always here background music too for some reason. It sounded exactly like the 'Buffy & Angel passion theme'.
Why did this always happen!! Every fucking time he closed his damn eyes there she was! The traitor, the goodie goodie wannabe, Rogue in all her gothlyness! He hated her! He had to! What the hell did he see in her anyway? Lance looked over to her and rotated her body with his eyes. He had to admit, even through the make-up she was very pretty, beatifull in his eyes. He even liked the make-up to an extent. It gave her a unique quality, showed off her bad ass attitude with pride, it gave her a 'look don't touch' look. He remembered being close enough to actually smell her purple lipstick. He almost laughed in her face. The grape care bear smell definitely threw her image out the window. He often wondered where she got the lipstick.
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The bell screeched through the air causing everyone in the room to look up at the intercome. A few 'Finally's and 'YES!'s were tossed around as the teenager quickly exited the room to the last class of the day. Lance lazily yawned and stretched himself out. He was in no hurry to get to the next class. He got up packing his books in his back pack and began to head out. He stopped at noticed that Rogue hadn't moved an inch. Her tossed her a look and when she didn't respond he walked over and began snapping his fingers infront of her face. Still no response. Lance knelt himself down to take a look at her. Sure enough just as he had expected. She had fallen asleep with her headphones on again.
"Um Mr.Alvers, would you mind waking up Ms.Rogue before you leave?" Mr.Zabel asked leaving the room himself.
Lance rolled his eyes seeing as how he didn't really have a choice. He looked down at her for a second or two before removing the headphones and stopping the cd. Huh, guess he was wrong. Darling Violetta wasn't in, she had been listening to Eve 'Love is blind'. He sighed and shook her shoulder.
"Yo Roguey. Wake up!"
She twitched a bit and her eyes finally fluttered open. Lime green meeting icey blue. She jolted a bit and backed up. Then her eyes focused and she calmed down.
"Damn it Lance, do ya gotta be so close?" She barked irritatedly.
"Like I had a choice, I *was* going to just leave you here to make an ass out of yourself but Zabel had other ideas." Lance sneered.
She just glared at him and got up to head for the door leaving Lance staring after her. Lance put a hand to his mouth and called after her.
"So I hear ya can touch now, eh Roguey?"
Rogue immediately stopped in her tracks frozen. Slowly she turned around and gave him a death glare. He simply chuckled and waved at her, proud to still be able to get such a reaction out of her.
**********
Lance kicked open the door to the large house. He yawned and marched in ignoring Fredie's and Todd's argument over some stupid character on T.V. he passed Pietro in the hall and didn't bother returning his glare. He was heading toward his room when he came to Rogue's. He stared at the warning tapped door for a minute or two before looking around for anyone and entering. Lance locked the door behind him and surveyed the place he hadn't been in since she left. He walked cautiously around and toward the green covered bed. He sat down and layed back into the pillows. The entire room smelt of her. Her perfume mixed with her own distinct sent.
He looked over to the nightstand, what he saw startling him a bit. There was a framed picture of a Lady holding a small baby. He leaned over and picked it up once again settling back into the comforter. The baby's two-toned down covering its head showed its identity. The baby was pretty cute. Of course no straight guy in history would every say the word adorable. It was smiling up at the lady and waving her arms toward her face even thought it was already being held. He looked toward the lady. She was tan and had the same two-toned hair color, but she had blue eyes. He almost would've missed it but the angular features screamed Mystique's figure.
He guessed it was one of her little cover ups. Or maybe she just wanted to actually look like Rogue belonged to her. He snorted and put the picture back. Looking around the room he noticed that she didn't take much besides her clothes. Seeing the open stereo, Lance got up and walked over to inspect it. It was empty besides one cd. He picked it up noticing it was her favorite Darling Violetta. He shook his head, clearing it. He had to get the hell out of here.
**********
Lance walked back out of the house after throwing a few excuses to Todd and Pietro. He slung his body over the car door of his green Wrangler. He started the ignition and began to drive into the night. He didn't know where and he honestly did give a two way damn. He decided to just drive around and clear his head. Lance felt into his pocket and pulled out the cd he had brought with him. He looked at it for a second before taking out his DMX cd and replacing it. Darling Violetta's 'Spoiled and Rotten' filled the car and the words began to numb his mind.
I know you feel it
This is a serious chemistry
You don't have to believe it
But the truth will set you free
You're flashing like white neon
in my mind and it's alright
The song must have been made for him. Either that or the band was stalking him and taking damn good notes. The words filtered through his ears making him feel drunk.
I must be spoiled and rotten
cause no one else will ever do
Don't you forget I get what I want
All I want is you
It was strange. The song was pounding memories and images of Rogue into his head and he didn't care. It made him feel.........happy. He laughed a little with the music. Maybe he *was* drunk. But at that moment he didn't give a rat's ass.
Bring your strawberry car
Come to the cabaret in my mind
The camera's rolling
The water feels fine
You know I'm half crazy for you
and there's nothing you can do
He leaned back into the car seat. Remembering the times he would catch Rogue 'borrowing' his car. He was yell at her and just barely manage to throw himself in the passenger seat while the car was still going. They would argue for a while but finally subdue to a calm silence. Then they would talk to eachother. About anything, anything that popped into their mind. He found that she loved driving. She couldn't sleep without it. She found that he needed some sort of music. He needed to hear something always. After that he found himself driving her around at night to put her to sleep and they would take turns untill she fell asleep listening to their favorite station.
I must be spoiled and rotten
cause no one else will ever do
Don't you forget I get what I want
All I want is you
He wanted to hate her more than anything. But he couldn't. He couldn't hate her for what she had done to him. But god did he want her back. Back with the Brotherhood. Back with him. She didn't belong there! They both knew it! So why the bloody hell was she denying it! She always managed to confuse him.
Red rubies daffodils
Gentle breezes and windowsills
Starlight silver radiation
inside my mental television
An acid metamorphosis
An altered state of consciousness
Candy mansions of the soul
No compromises turn to gold
He soon found himself on the Xavier institute campus. How did he get here? Unknowingly he looked up to the right end window on the top floor. The only one who's light was still on. A shadow of a body paced around the window and finally it was gone. He stared at it for a few minutes before hearing a loud click and scrape. His head whipped in the direction of the back door. Only to see Rogue sneaking out in her green pajamas making it towards Scott's Fiori. Probably taking a drive, Lance thought. She looked suddenly caught site of his car and looked over to at him.
I must be spoiled and rotten
cause no one else will ever do
Don't you forget I get what I want
All I want is you
She stood there looking at him with him returning her stare. Finally just like last time, she simply passed him a sad look as she swung herself into the car. Only taking time to start the ignition with the 'borrowed' keys. He watched her pull out and take off. Lance growled and slammed his fist on the dashboard. He threw his head back against the rest and stared at the stars. He didn't even notice the small tear streak across him right cheek.
